Mug Meme

I used to be crabby about memes. I don't really like them. They seemed a waste of time. Like blogging isn't, right? So, I have decided to stop being so crabby. I can choose which memes I participate in, and which ones I don't. I just need to lighten up. Which is why I am hoping to unload so much stuff when I finally get to do the garage sale.

I am supposed to show you pictures of my Mugs. Jan told me to just dust them off, not clean them all. Well, as you can see, there are a lot of them, and they are all pretty dusty. These hang on a hat rack, on the right side of my dining room window to the back yard. The top three are Garfield collectibles from McDonalds many decades ago. The middle four and the middle of the bottom three are what Jack and Ron called Butt Mugs. They are pictures of the KYIS 98 Morning DJs' butts, and many of them have autographs. They sell for a lot of money in this area, if you have one that someone missed. I know, silly. Don't ask. They are nice guys. Bottom row left is Celestial Seasonings in the pattern of the Mandarin Orange Spice. I got this years ago, not at their factory this year. Bottom row right is Rt.66.


This next picture is the left side of the dining room, where I hang more mugs on a larger hat rack. This batch have been dusted in the past two months, so there is not nearly so much dust. Top to bottom, and left to righ; Row 1t: DH's Big Blue Band from High School; Mary Englebreight "Life is a chair of bowlies"; handmade colorful mug with little imprints of cat sillouettes; Sleeping Beauty. Row 2: Niagara Falls; Maxine "Just because you're in love, don't go getting disgusting in public."; Maxine "Don't worry if I bite your head off. I'll spit it out."; Hallmark comic "Please, please, PLEASE let my car start this morning!"; DH's fave college team, OU. Row 3: My High School, Farmington NM Scorpions, the front is our school logo, the back is a list of the 300+ graduates names. VERY TINY print; Oklahoma Christian University logo; Precious Moments mug that has my name across a heart; handmade mug that my Aunt S bought for me for Christmas about 10 years ago, it has buttons designed on it, and a scripture printed out, Psalm 33:3.


The next two pictures are three mugs I got on my trip to Colorado in April. The first is the best chocolate in my little world. Not a bad mug either. The handle is really chunky, and has a little imprint for your thumb. Nifty!


The next two are mugs we bought at the Celestial Seasonings store. We were planning to come home and join a Scrabble Tournament at our favorite coffee shop. I brought the mugs, and let everyone use them. We didn't drink out of them, and we all cheated with them, so at least it was equal cheating. They have many words all around the sides (some repeated, but hey, it's a start) that start with the letter on the tile picture.


This next one, I tried to get a picture of the tiny print on the bottom, but the picture just came out white. It says the cup was made in Occupied Japan. This is big, because there are not a lot of pieces that were left intact. Occupied Japan had a problem with being Occupied, so when they kicked out the invaders, they destroyed a lot of beautiful pieces. I have a larger dish also made in Occupied Japan, but not in this pattern.


There you have it. Muggy Chelf's Collection of Collections.

I won a contest over at Flea's blog. I named a Chicken. I got the chicken in the mail today, and opened it. But I was running late, and I left the tan puffy envelope, with the chicken inside, on our couch. When we came back from our mid-week Bible classes (and the dinner the church serves on Wednesday nights) we found this: An empty envelope.


Then DH hollers to me from our Bedroom. "Did you have the chicken back here?" I said no, I left it in the living room. Marvel, I am pretty sure, stole my chicken, and took it back to the bedroom, and left it like he leaves his Gift of Mouse toys. This is at the foot of the bed, on my side, near a pile of throw blankets I keep meaning to wash.


Poor "Fowler" (I won by Flea's helper-son picking my name suggestion for the chicken) was put in Kitty Toy P.O.W. Camp. He was chewed before he even got to fly. So sad. I still haven't removed the tag, and I can see that the cat chewed the tag a bit. I am surprised, really, that the head isn't gone, and the thick rubber isn't chewed to tiny bits. I have put Fowler in a safer place for the night. I think he needs to come to the family reunion in Kansas this weekend. I just need to make sure that the mean boy cousins don't attach him to a rocket.