Yesterday, I broke one of the last of my favorite glasses. I started out with a dozen over 20 years ago, and now I just have 4. I got them at Albertson’s for a quarter each - they were the remainders of a glassware promotion. They’re a great size - holding an entire can of soda plus ice, with just enough space to spare. The shape fit my hand perfectly - as if made just for me. I’ve never seen any exactly like them since. I’ll really be bummed when the last one breaks.
Surely I’m not the only one who has a favorite drinking glass/mug/cup. Surely that’s a mundane enough topic for the MMP, right?
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 45 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 66. Late Winter in south Jawja. Have I mentioned we’re runnin’ away this weekend? MOG, JDD and Partner, OYKW and I are goin’ down to Apalachicola, FL to hang out. It’s a nice little town on the bay. Not much to do but there are some cool shops and the hotel is right next to a wonderful restaurant/bar. Plus on the way down and back we shall have N.O.L. at a great place in Panacea, FL. Yes, I, who have been on the new gig all of four weeks, am takin’ Firday off.
I am not enamored of any of my glassware but I do have this plain white coffee mug that I’ve had for thirty years that I drink coffee out of every mornin’. Woe be to anybody who makes the mistake of usin’ it.
I feel better this mornin’. Don’t know what that was yestiddy but it seems like the knock out stuff I took last night and a really good night’s sleep took care of most of it. Weird.
Now I shall seek more caffiene and some brekkie for rumbly tummy. Then, alas, irk purtification must commence.
Somebody came to talk to me and I missed my edit window!
I am back at work after my trip, only got home late yesterday afternoon but I managed to stay awake until normal bedtime and think I slept fairly well, all things considered. We’ll see how long I last before I flop…
I do have some favourite glasses, 'im indoors bought me a box of six “proper” old-style margarita glasses for my favourite cocktail. So far we have only managed to break one of them and I’m pleased to say that it wasn’t me who did it!
He is well aware of the fact that I have a favourite mug (it’s mine, it says “tea” all over it) and he has absolutely no business drinking out of it. Other than that, we’re not particularly attached to any of our kitchen stuff. I do still have my mother’s posh dinner service that she got as a wedding present from my dad’s mother, but of course we daren’t use it because it’s bone china and nearly impossible to replace now as it’s an old Royal Doulton pattern that they haven’t made for years.
My favorite is a USS Nautilus(SSN-571) coffee mug. I found it on top of the recycling dumpster. I’m going to Charlotte on Saturday for some drinking, with some minor league hockey thrown in.
I have a square mug that I got at a pottery sale at college. It’s my tea mug. No one else is allowed to use it. So far that seems to be one of the only restrictions on my stuff in the kitchen that my roommates honor, the other being Don’t Touch My Tomato Soup.
(Mini-rant: a communal kitchen works better when *everyone *restocks. That means you, roommates, *also *have to go to the grocery store for supplies. Oh, but there are memorial tattoos to get! Well, that makes it all better then, doesn’t it? :rolleyes:)
I have several favorite mugs, including one with a picture of Andreas Baader, out of which I drink wormwood tea, one with “Peggy” on it in honor of Peggy Guggenheim, who never did anything for me except reassure me that I wasn’t the weirdest person ever to have existed after all, and one with “Haloperidal” written on it because I’m just waiting for the doctor to prescribe that stuff to me.
I do have one other favorite - my Happy Louie mug. Before I ran off and joined the Navy, I, along with my family, was big in the Polish/polka scene in Baltimore. My dad and uncle had a radio show where they played polka music, and I used to help out in the booth when they were on the air. We went to dances and other events, and I knew lots of the bands. One was Happy Louie and Julcia (his wife) - they were a favorite and I think my uncle Mike finagled a bunch of mugs from them. It’s clear glass with a handle and it’s perfect for hot chocolate or tea. No one uses it but me. My husband grabbed it once for some mundane task, and I made sure he used a crappy coffee mug instead of *my *mug.
I’ve got a fire going, since it’s cold and overcast and generally not nice out today, and barely above freezing. I’ll have to venture forth at some point to get bread so I can make lunch for my sweetie tomorrow. I’ll probably push the vacuum cleaner around today, also, and empty the dishwasher. Maybe even toss a load of towels into the washer. Overall, tho, I’m not too motivated.
Thirty years ago I bought a set of 6 glasses with Irish Setters painted on them. Had a Setter at the time, best dog ever. Anyway, I’m down to one and I refuse to use it because I’m afraid I’ll break it. My current fave glass is the “rocks” size pointsettia glass (it’s the last vestige of Christmas decorations) for pop and milk, and my Tervis tumbler with the University of Illinois logo on it for water. I also like my Kentucky Derby glasses for pop and milk. Water has to be in a plastic glass (George Carlin oxymoron).
It’s sunny but cold. I’m actually glad to be at irk. Had an emotionally tiring weekend. One of the old guys at the barn had to be PTS (he was 34) and since the barn manager was dealing with that, I ended up doing all the chores Saturday night and yesterday morning. I’ll use work to recover from this by sitting on my butt all day.
Oh noes!! I need to run to the store and get bread and milk and eggs and TP - isn’t that the rule? OK, I do have to run to the store because we do need some rye bread. And since we might actually get a trace of precip, I suppose I should go now before all the crazies descend upon the grocery.
Time to shed the robe and slippers and don grown-up clothing.
It was snowing down here earlier. Then it stopped. I’m still expecting a March blizzard due to the warm winter. The bears are waking up early!
Speaking of bears, Detailed AGM believes in bears now! He’s 43 years old, lived in the Blue Ridge for 95% of his life and he *never *saw a black bear until last week. He actually called me at work to tell me about it and emailed the photo he took to Big Boss. It was a yearling cub that had been kicked out by its mama and was wandering around the hospital trying to find a territory. Wildlife Control caught it on Friday and evaluated it before releasing it in a more bear-friendly place.
We’re boring, glass-wise, I guess. Our cabinet is filled with Libbey Gibraltar. Yep, the same stuff as seen at six million restaurants from coast to coast.
My favorite drinking vessel, though, is my wood mug. Holds 20 ounces of anything that’s safe for a human to ingest, and a few things that people shouldn’t.
It was an unexpectedly expensive weekend. We manage to break the garbage disposal. When I looked under the sink, I saw a horrid screw-it-up-yourself assemblage of drain pipes held together with electrical tape, so all that had to go as well. We weren’t keen on the $30 builder’s special faucet either, so we thought “as long as I’m gutting out the drain pipes and disposer, why not change the faucet?” Famous last words.
A trip over to Lowes and we find a faucet that we both could live with. Then, for $20 more, I spied a nice extra deep, single-bowl sink and faucet combo. Yesterday was consumed with replacing the sink, faucet, disposer and correcting the disposer’s power wiring. Got it all together with no headaches (but some backaches!) No drips and no tape! All told, we dropped about $500, but the new sink is gorgeous and the high-power, ultra-quiet disposer was well worth it. The old one shook the whole kitchen, but the new one just purrs. The running water is almost louder.
Where I used to live, Spotsylvania, is under a winter storm WARNING for 4-6 inches of snow.
Picked a good day to call in sick. I was knocked out most of the weekend with my kids at the parents. I have that phlemmy chest that makes all kind of weird whines and noises as I breath. Occasional coughing fits. Sore chest from coughing.
Waah! Poor me!
We still had a good time though. Did the grocery thing last night and I think I will motivate towards a crock pot o’ chili this morning.
Favorite glasses? I have a couple of leaded glasses from my grandmother’s estate that I am fond of, at least I think I have them. Have to go look through my stuff to see if the soon to be ex nipped them.
This is what I miss about home ownership. I can do without the expense, but the pure pleasure of doing something right and being able to enjoy the fruits of your labor is indescribable.
**Tugig **- my daughter teaches in KG county - Dahlgren, specifically. I just know she’s crossing her fingers for a snow day tomorrow, and she just might get it. KG county declares snow days that even native Floridians would scoff about! Incidentally, if you want to enjoy the pleasures of home ownership, you can come over and install a door for me! All that’s required is to cut thru the cinder block basement wall, frame it, stick in the door, and trim it out. Easy-peasy!
It’s coming down pretty thick here in St. Mary’s county, and I’m seeing a few flakes sticking to the driveway, or at least taking a long time to melt. I’m back from McKay’s with rye bread and ice cream, so we’re ready for whatever the weather brings. I also got a chuck roast which is now in the crock pot and a pretty hunk of corned beef that will be cooked up with cabbage some time soon.
Enjoying my toasty warm fire - I may assume the knit position for a few hours. Oh, how I love retirement!
Yeah, the key is I own it. Otherwise it’s just labor. The place I am staying in will be getting a lot of my attention over the next few years, it’s owned by my best friend and I am happy I will be making it better for him, however the pure pleasure of doing the work will not be there. It’s a difference I might not have been able to articulate until recently.
