Mugs – The Indecisive Eejit

I though it about time that I wrote a post for the challenge I set over at Okay, What if? You can get the full details here, but below is a quick summary:

Mug

If you were this mug, which is essentially a blank canvas, how would you decorate it to let the world know it was in fact yours? What would you add to stop your work colleagues stealing it? What would be your catch phrase or picture?

I love my mugs, perhaps almost as much as I like Penguins. I have amassed quite a few over the years, the problem being that they can be quite bulky and hard to store. My sister always brings me a new one from her holidays, originally Starbucks ones were my favourite, but since they changed the shape to something that resembles a bucket, they have have fallen slightly from grace. This however leaves room for new ones like my ‘Evelyn’s Coffee Bar’ mug from Canada, or my big yellow taxi one from New York.

I’m also a closet Dennis the Menace fan and have a couple of those mugs kindly donated to my collection by Lee. A Wizard of Oz mug that my Sister gave me due to the fact that I once played the cowardly lion in the school play, I’m afraid there’s no denyin’….

Anyway, I digress, back to the job in hand which is how would people know that a mug is mine. I am lucky in this regard, I’ve already bought or been given mugs that sum me up rather well. In work I have three favourites:

A Penguin travel mug. Considering that my office is littered with penguins, everyone knows that cup is mine.
A mug with the slogan ‘Proud of my attitude problem’
A mug with the logo from my old blog ‘The Geeky G4mer’

All of these are recognisable as mine by people who know me.

As I sit here and type I am currently sipping from one I purchased myself just the other week while on a Wednesday shopping trip with the ships. If only you knew how traumatic that could be, you would forgive me for my spending of £1.99 on a little something for myself.

Geek Cup

I shall draw this to a close. Out of all the mugs I own there is one that sums me up perfectly and could not be more perfect in either look or description that was again bought for me by my best friend Lee.

There truly is nothing better, I am after all indecisive and an Eejit :) The only other one I might need at some stage would be this one, so people would know when to back off!

Anx - Mug

So there you have it, if you haven’t given this a try yet, but would like to, let us know over at Okay, What if? what your mug would look like!

I was never really a collector of anything. There are no dead bodies in my back garden, or stamps in my cupboard, well not that I am aware of anyway. I do however have a few nifty badges and broaches that I gathered up over the years, my favourite being a little pair of sunglasses.

If I invited you into my living room / little office, the things that would draw your attention, would most likely be my penguins. I liked penguins, but I wouldn’t have said I loved them. It all started because one year my Sister bought me a penguin for Christmas, but liked it so much she decided to keep it for herself. every year after that, as a joke, she and I bought each other something with a penguin on it, whether it be small or large. I guess word got around and then other people started to buy me penguins and now I have a lovely little collection and the like has grown to love.

IMG_20140124_152739-1 (400x243) — My new penguin umbrella purchased yesterday!

It came to my attention yesterday however, that I also seem to have a mini fetish for mugs. The purchase that sparked this realisation, a Heinz Tomato Ketchup mug that was reduced in the sales to £2 and has ‘Hot Dawg’ in bold letters on the side. I have a little thing for Starbucks mugs too, so every time my sister goes away she brings me one from the location of her visit. The one I use the most at the minute though is my Geeky G4mer one that Lee had made for me, which has my old banner and tag line printed on it.

The standing joke in the office though it my unabashed love for all things stationary! Every time someone hands me something new I experience a little joygasm, I just can’t help myself. Pens, pencils, sketchbooks, notebooks, in fact anything at all and I’m as happy as a bee.

In my head I am organised and efficient, and promise that every new notebook I buy will have a purpose. The reality though is very different and the poor things usually get regulated to a shelf or a drawer within 3 weeks of purchase. I’ll go cold turkey for a while, not allowing myself to enter any premises where anything vaguely stationary like is sold. Eventually I give in.

Thinking about it, running a stationary store would have to be my dream job. I’d have the weirdest but coolest collection of things ever and people would travel from all over the world to buy what I was selling.

Ah….if only!