Weekly Roundup: Thoughts I Thought and Things I Did This Week

Applying K9 Advantix to the cat, even by accident, and even for just a minute or so, will--hours later--result in a midnight trip to the veterinary ER, 2 nights in intensive care, and a lot of moolah. But you pay it--not so much to save the cat, but more so you can say you didn't kill the cat. And so the score still stands at Husband: 0 GB: 1

Two nights in intensive care with a staff of people who are living the childhood dream of working in veterinary medicine will spoil your cat silly, and finish the week looking like you fighting him for your late night snack of cereal and milk. There's nothing funnier than an emboldened cat that still has a fair amount of valium in his bloodstream and muscle atrophy to work out.

And, on a lighter note...

You'll get the principal of sharing through to young children best if you don't lecture with chapter and verse, but instead tell them about the time (just a couple of evenings ago, actually) when you were tempted to walk the treadmill for another 30 minutes just because someone asked you if you were done. Just don't forget to finish the story by telling them that because Jesus died on the cross, we have His power to overcome such fleshly sin, and in the end you wiped the machine down and disembarked with a friendly smile.

Also...

I think I'll be careful how dogmatic my opinion becomes about a government raid on a religious sect. The case seems always, eventually to be made with an equal dose of rhetoric as it is actual criminal offense. Now we're to sympathize with the prosecution because the women and children of the El Dorado FLDS compound had been taught that the outside world was sinful.

So, I'm half expecting a knock on my door at anytime.

And, in the homeschool...

I'm glad to have found a toned-down, way down, Charlotte-Mason-would-be-spinning-in-her-grave down, version of Homer's Odyssey. It was good for inspiring cyclops ketchup faces, as painted by Dumpling,

and an introductory archery lesson. No one got hurt, so...that was good.

Randomly now...

1500 mg per day of amoxicillin is hard on my stomach. It was yucky 17 years ago when I was in the hospital with pneumonia, and it has been this week too. I pray it works though, because I have no plan to put in place if it doesn't.

Which leads me to...

...kick myself for having missed the chance to develop and copyright "The Worst Case Scenario" game. Because imagining the worst is a talent I have.

And...

I emailed the winning entry, on Fifi's behalf, to her first photography contest on Wednesday. And then I drove to the post office to ensure a postmark on the entry form in time for the deadline date of Thursday. And then I had Husband drive downtown to the office with the entry fee that I forgot to include with the form on Friday. Whew. I'm glad that's over.

Frankly...

I'm glad there is just 1 more Tuesday dance class for Dumpling. She says she wants to play classical guitar next year. I wonder if she's ready for the work it will take; because once she starts, I won't be easy to let her off the hook.

And...

Now that Fifi--who is all about Ireland and Scotland right now--has discovered her clan according to my mother's mother's maiden name, I wonder how long it will be before she asks for red hair dye and green contacts?

Finally...

What is the chief end of ants?