my cups of life


I drink my coffee from a flower decorated cup. Most of the time I have two of my dogs there to advise me.

Shylo, the black one, is attached to me like she was tied with a string. Normally she lays on top of the couch with her head next to the screen.

Lojack, the gray one, would be the same but the female asserts her dominance and he is content to be #2.

Most males come to that realization sooner or later.

This morning it dawned on me that I have lived most of my life through a flowered cup. I have not had the trials and tribulations that a lot of other humans have had.

It's not because I have always "done the right thing" or made "the right decisions".

It's because I have been lucky. I had two parents that raised me in a loving home. But it was more than that. They allowed my to make my own decisions. Of course there was the advice and the warnings and the "not in any way will we allow that" that helped keep me pretty close to the right trail.

When I went out on my own, I drank my coffee from a "Three Peckered Billy Goat" cup and seemed to always be just a little off track. Naturally that was after my parents were long away from advising me.

I knew it all.

Luckily, I broke that cup and found the flowered one.

However,I think that was around the time I married Nancy. Maybe she's the one that broke it.

Now, it's her influence and advice and "not in any way will I allow that" which keeps me on the straight and narrow.

"Just me and a dog named Lojack" might be the title for a good country and western song.


                                                                                                               gsbatty/August 2013

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  1. I loved this GS, sweet and sentimental, with a dash of humor and a love. I had to smile at your willingness to be guided, I suspect you knew it was the right way all along. :-) Life with a flowered cup is a pretty good thing, as we get older we look back and realize that it really has been a good life all in all, and we are blessed by the folks and the furkids who share life with us along the way.

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    1. thanks Josie..yes I am happy to admit that she's the boss..just never admit it in public. I have been blessed with a very lucky life.

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  2. haha that is the matrimonial cup ceremony dont you know...they clean us out of those embarassing things we know no better of as bachelors...smiles...you have a cat names lojack....that is awesome...smiles...

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    1. thanks Brian...it is an interesting name and the wife is usually right about those bachelor things...

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  3. This wonderful Grizz I agree with Josie on this one =) My step dad would love that mug he collects things like that. He is 83 (my mom just turned 55) and he has everything he wants and needs now, so he likes gifts that make him smile. My mom isn't so happy about his pack rat mentality he once dug 50 wooden ducks out of a dumpster, painted them and put them all over the house (they mysteriously vanished) but she is happy to buy he novelty items if it makes him smile.

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    1. I would enjoy spending some time with your dad...I like a man that would rescue ducks...even if they were wooden...I hope they ended up in "Walden's Pond" where they may have had a better life.

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    2. He likes fishing, beer, and pool =) Also Westerns and baseball

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    3. I bought that cup in Seattle. It is from a Company called
      "Raven's Brew and you can order them on line

      http://www.ravensbrew.com/NewFiles/shopping.html

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    4. Oh thank you for that because that would make a good X-mas present lol

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