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            BlueCollarDaughter
 raised to profess social justice and faith

blind old Skeeter blues: a musical interlude

01/12/2012

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It's a crazy busy day. This is all I got!


Blind Old Skeeter
Blues
My dog's name is Skeeter
and he's blind as a bat.
I said my dog's name is Skeeter
and he's blind as a bat.
Oh, he walks into shinbones
and he can't see the cat!
My loyal little sentry, the ever-watchful secret service agent who, for eleven years has guarded my door and kept protectively to my heel, has officially become a big hot mess of old.

That's right. Skeeter, aka "Sharky," "The Man-Eater," "Rat Ninja" and "Terrierist," is now a visually impaired sack of fur with a bulging cyclops eye, creaky hips and a penchant for twitching through 12-15 hours of sleep a day while camped out in a heated therapy dog bed.

God bless him, he snaps at the air, walks into walls and is the hapless victim of food theft perpetrated on him by a local bully. 

Tomorrow we're off to the vet for a dx on the cyclops. 

Today I am pimping the boys out for the benefit of autism research (and some gift cards) at University of MN Autism Spectrum Disorders Clinic (somebody has to train the interns--why not me?). Also, we are going because we love Dr. Little Bird (not her real name), the best, brightest autism specialist in the world, and a fine lady with an enormous heart for the children (not, like medically and dangerously enormous).

Ready, set... Blue!
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press the LORD

01/10/2012

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Toe, perhaps "pressing" the LORD?
So, let's just pick up and move on like nothing's happened.  Like we never drifted apart and nothing's changed.  It works for the Real Housewives of New York City and certain bickering factions of the Roman Catholic Church, so why not for you and me? Hmm? Besides, you don't want to know where I've been.  You are emotionally damaged enough from reading the news.

Instead, let me recount for you a recent conversation I had with Toe, the soon-to-be seven year-old theologian of the BS house:

Toe:    (at the end of saying breakfast blessing) Press the LORD!
Me:      Um, Toe, you mean "Praise" the LORD?  
Toe:    (belches) No, "press" the LORD, Mommy, like in church.   
Hub:    (whistles, quickly becomes interested in the ceiling) 
Me:     Huh?
Toe:
     Mommy, you know what I mean...(sighs with intolerance to my stupidity)...like when you just press the LORD and talk to Him and stuff.
Me:     You mean like pressing a button, like on the phone?
Toe:   Yeah (speaking slowwwwly, so I get it)...or a text. Or gmail.
Roo:    Beep beep beep!  Press it, Tov!
Me:     Oh... or the iPad?
Toe:    (pats me on the shoulder) Exactly.

Thus always remember, no matter how unfeasible it may seem, even Toe knows our good God is only a tap of the finger away, as He has promised to be.  Welcome back to the blah blah blog, enjoy your day, and don't forget to press the LORD.
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