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I figured that right now was a good time to write a blog about coffee mugs, as I sit here & drink coffee.

All of my other dishes & glasses are a set. All the teacups match the dishes, and all of the drinking glasses match at least one other. Thank you people who give me dish sets when I move.

In all of my coffee mugs, there are only 2 that match. And yes, they were a gift. They have drawings of fuzzy cats in nice xmas shenanigans. One of them is wearing a santa hat upside down on his chin so it lookslike a pointy beard. Upon receiving these gifts, the boyfriend proclaimed "This one's mine because it's a boy." So if we ever break up and have a coffee mug fight, we at least know what to do with the gender-specific ones.

My favorite one I've had since high school. My first AP class was biology, and it took me a while to realize that I needed to put out some effort.So for the 1st semester, I had a C. Then I magically had an A. My teacher was awesome and went to the Exploratorium in San Francisco (a few hours away from Fresno) and bought mea coffee mug. He knew I was going into genetics (or at least I was for the time) so I now have a giant mug with genetic code and codons on it. Some people ask why I have such a nerdy thing, but then they remember who they're talking to and it all makes sense.

The boyfriend's favorite mug is from Niagra Falls, Canada. It is our one proof (besides the pictures at The Robot's Adventures) that we have been to Canada. Sure, it was only for a few hours, and the Americans didn't want to let us back in because our CALIFORNIA drivers' licenses weren't enough proof that we were American citizens, but we were there, dammit. We also bought some fudge, but we ate that. So we still have the mug.

Over the years, I've also gotten mugs from my workplaces. In 1999, my first xmas at the drug-store-that-shall-not-be-named gave me a mug full of candy. It had a little reindeer sleigh flying through the night with "merry xmas from the drug-store-that-shall-not-be-named, 1999!" When I moved to NY, that mug did not come with me because I was (and still am) still mad at them. Someone at the Salvation Army got it. But, Lo and Behold, when I started this job I have now, I got a "20th anniversary mug." Doesn't matter that I wasn't there for the anniversary. The person I took over for had left it in the desk, still wrapped. So I took it home. I'm not that attached to it, but I still drink out of it.

The prettiest one by far is an Alice in Wonderland painty one that I got for my bday. I would be really sad if it broke because my friends gave it to me because they're neat. I used to have another Alice mug on which the Cheshire Cat disappeared and reappeared with temperature change. Somehow that mechanism broke and I was left with a ratty picture that could not be identified, hot or cold.

So that's it for the mugs. I don't have so many, but the ones I have are good'uns. Now I'm finishing my coffee / chocolate soy milk mix out of my genetics mug, and I hope you have all enjoyed this little trip down Memory Mug Lane.