Tagged Again: coffee mug messages.

List the characters or messages on seven coffee mugs that are in your cupboard (bonus points if you can do this without looking):

First, no one will drink my watery coffee, except me. I make a cup at a time. No one will drink Gary's coffee/paint remover, except him.


My favorite mug is one of three huge mugs that I got on clearance at Tuesday Morning. I believe it was actually a promotional give-away for the show "WILDFIRE!" on the Discovery Channel. I never heard of it, actually. Who sold Tuesday Morning these promotional cups that were supposed to be given away?

Gary’s favorite mug is one that I originally bought him at Mall of America and has a beagle on it. He broke the original. One of my students gave me one just like it so he has to make do with its twin. It gives a brief description of beagles as being merry little dogs with sad faces and bell-like barks.

Alexandra gave us a number of mugs: the Gary Larson “Angel of Migraine” with the grim reaper in boxing gloves leaving a house where the woman has obviously been clonked on the head. I think I bought the Bob Bullock Museum cups, but she was with me. Most recently she got us the Saint Louis cups.

I have a number of ugly Christmas cups, that were gifts from students. They are the kind of seasonal cups they sell at Walgreen’s or the Dollar stores and contain some really vile candy. There are usually five pieces of candy scotch-taped on cardboard over a styra-foam insert which is inside the cup. These almost always come from kids who can least afford a gift so I always feel sentimental about them. I have a number of Valentine cups received under similar circumstances. I must pass them on to the Good Will, there are simply way too many.

I tag whoever is willing to take on this coffee cup challenge. Just let me know.

I've been tagged. 10 things you don't know about me.

(1.) I am, according to my husband, the world's worst liar.

(2.) I am enjoying maturing because I am becoming who I always wanted to be.

(3.) My greatest teachers have been my own children and grandchildren.

(4.) I believe most people are good (Anne Frank had it right.)

(5.) I have never shot a gun, and have never come close to a situation where I thought I might need one. Never!

(6.) I am highly allergic to alcohol.

(7.) My cooking abilities are pathetic. I have actually graduated up to pathetic.

(8.) I am a cat whisperer.

(9.) I was Miss Babe Ruth Baseball in ninth grade.

(10.) I have no idea why anyone would ever get a tattoo.

I tag Neva, Joy and Evonne.

I AM SO BAD, AND NOT SORRY!

When my 6th graders asked what they could bring for the Halloween party I said, "Anything you want."
"You mean -" gasp, dare they say it?, " candy?"
"This is Halloween. It ought to be fun."

I guess this underground rebellion is spreading. I found out I was not the only who decided that healthy food was out for Halloween. I am so glad, and I, for one, am not sorry.

P.S. to "I told you so."

We had more then enough candy, and less than 50 trick or treaters. Our days of 200 kids were when I taught at the neighborhood school, and, since everyone knew where I lived came, plus their siblings. Also, our neighborhood kids have grown up but the parents have stayed.

So, the days of 200 trick or treaters are gone. Now I have it in my blog and will more than likely remember for next year and can avoid another round of my egotistical one up-man-ship with my husband. As the kids would say, "My bad."