Welcome to Mug Shot Monday, where I show you one of my favorite mugs and you ( hopefully) show me one of yours!!!.
Today’s theme is mugs that have your name on them.
This was thing in the 80’s, that most narcissistic of decades. This mug happened to belong to my mother in law and when she died, my father in law gifted it to me. It was kinda cool she and I had the same name and nickname! Whenever I drink from it, I think of her, her sweet smile, and what a wonderful person she was.
So, do you have name mug? If so, show it to me in the comments section below, and have a great Monday!
Honestly, my topic titles these days are getting weirder.
Anyhoo…
There are certain blog and social media topics I won’t write about. One of them is my immediate family. I know I’ve posted things concerning something my daughter said, or an event I attended with my husband, and when I have it is with their permission . But there is an awful lot I keep silent on concerning my family and loved ones because they didn’t asked to be used as creative fodder.
I respect that. Even though I am not famous, I have always had a soft spot for kids and family members of celebrities. Most of them did not ask to be famous – their parent(s) did. It must be hard to live in the shadow of someone super-famous if you don’t aspire to that kind of attention and lifestyle.
I’ve always said I would like to be rich, but not have to do anything publicly in order to be so. I just want to win the lottery! heehee
Privacy is a big thing with my family members and I will continue to abide by their wishes because my career could go the way of the dinosaur tomorrow, but my family is with me forever.
Another topic I am loathe to comment on (but do at times when I am angry) is politics. I’d rather comment on the world status than name/shame/denigrate any political so-called leaders who are in reality, as far from leaders as is possible. But I will call out injustice. illegality, racism, homophobia and anything human rights-abuse related and name names, and I don’t give a fiddler’s fart if someone who doesn’t agree with me is mad about it and blocks/unfriends/unfollows me. Sometimes you have to draw a line in the sand and call something out for the evil it is and then live with the ramifications of your actions.
Just sayin’.
I don’t write about sex topics on my blog – which is ridiculous considering I write romantic fiction. But I’d rather keep my sexy talk contained in my books than splashed all over social media in comment sections.
Peggy Jaeger, Author 