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Life by the cupful

I was sorting through the cups in the kitchen the other day and realized just how much my collection of mugs told a story of my life.  Today, for a change of pace, we have a photo blog:








This might be one of the oldest mugs in the cabinet, dating back from my pig collecting days.  


I don't have to add extra sugar to my coffee when I use the Precious Moments mug. I actually have been given two of these over the years.  The back contains an acrostic poem on my name: 
 Refreshing
Adventurous
Charming
Harmonious
Eager
Light-hearted


It's almost like it was custom designed for me.  






When I'm not writing or working on the Foundation, I'm working for Commonwealth Autism Service.  It's the job that pays the bills but it's also one of my dream jobs.  I'm a lucky girl.  











Roger is actually the one who drives the Saturn in the family. Our household is on our third Saturn. Not sure what we will do when the latest vehicle needs to be replaced.   




Winnie-the-Pooh has been a favorite of mine from the time I was small. In our early days of "courting", Roger and I actually read Pooh stories to one another. We passed the tradition on to Charlotte as her room was decorated with the theme.  The Wisdom of Pooh is a big part of our lives.  Gems such as "Nobody can be uncheered with a balloon." and "They're funny things, Accidents. You never have them till you're having them" are words to live by.  



Roger and I tried to go camping about once a year for a while. We haven't been camping in ages but I still have our ubiquitous camping cups.  Hot chocolate always tastes better in a tin cup sipped by a roaring fire.  Smores not included.  




We are huge supporters of public radio and public television. It's probably my primary source of news and information. To that end, we have a few public radio mugs. This is one of my favorites.  

This mug is from one of my favorite places on the planet, Boone, NC. We lived there for 2 years while I was in graduate school at Appalachian State.  Of course, my favorite part of this mug is the wise aphorism on the obverse side. True stuff.  








This mug was a gift from a friend. I love how it combines many of the things I love: the image of the butterfly, the puzzle pieces representing autism, and words of encouragement: BELIEVE, DETERMINATION, COURAGE.  It's good to have a little inspiration with your morning Joe. 



The newest addition to the mug shelf. I don't suppose I need to tell  you why I love this mug so much. Apparently other people love it too. In a week, we've sold almost 30 of them to our loyal supporters. It warms my heart in a way no coffee or tea ever could.  You can get yours too!  
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