Bad, Mad, Sad, Had. What a day mom had.

This is Minga. Minga couldn't decide if she wanted to just tie her laces or chew on them. Those are some fancy tennis shoes, eh? They really aren't hers (they are mine). Kev calls them my "bling-bling" shoes. They are kinda snazzy (in an "I'm trying to look like a teenager" kind of way). I don't much care what other people think of my shoes, though. My husband would nod his head in mortified agreement here (if he were to read my blog). If they look cute, I'm going to wear them... even if they are rain boots shaped like cowboy boots with Hindi flower patterns in autumn colors all over them (and it's not raining and 90 degrees out... and I'm getting blisters). Some guy at the grocery store said to me one day (when wearing said boots): "Those are some colorful boots you got there." What he really said (I've learned to decipher 'Southern-male') is "You 'ain't from around here, is ya?"

This photo has been brought to you on the wings of inspiration provided by "Stuff On My Cat dot com". We also piled pillows on Minga today and left just a little hole for her head to stick out. It was funny. Not to her of course, but isn't that the point? To have fun at her expense? Yes. Yes. And after that, I turned her belly up while holding her and played the "Minga-lin" (kind of like a violin without strings). [Did you know that cats used to really be part of a violin in the old days? Gross, eh? Sorry to get off topic.] The "Minga-lin" produces music (squeaky meows) when I rub it's furry belly. It is a dangerous instrument to play, though... if you don't put it down after only a few musical notes, you might have your eye put out by it's claws.

I really needed some comic relief today. Thanks for letting me just unwind in here (you are such a wonderful audience). This has been a day of bad news and bad happenings for me. I found out that Anissa died today, leaving her husband and infant son behind (and many other family members and friends who will miss her dearly). My mom lost her job. My library doesn't carry Rosetta Stone. My son sprained his ankle a little and has been hopping around the house since our walk today. We have been having a hard time getting back into a school routine with my husband's midnight schedule. And it is possible that one of my favorite people(s) may be moving to the other side of the planet.

Yes, I am aware of my grammar errors. And I am aware that I teach grammar. Kind of ironic, hu?

Needless to say, between chores and school today, I've been a little on the emotional side.

I'm sure that I'll be back to my normal blogging self soon. I know that God has a purpose in our setbacks. Sometimes just being still and letting yourself feel the pain is the best thing you can do. God is good - even when 'there's pain in the offering'. If Minga can put up with us torturing her day in and day out, surely I can put up with a bad day now and then, too.


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