Clouds in my Coffee... obsession with marvelous mugs!

I am not sure when, but somewhere in my adulthood I became obsessed with unique coffee cups.

My coffee time has become very important to me as a mother.

It is just that...MY coffee TIME!

It is time to be away from the kids, the noise, the crying, and the world 

and just disappear into relaxation and meditation.

COFFEE POEM

by Tabitha Seaton

It is the first thing I think about when I wake up.

This is the time I pick out my favorite cup.

I pick the cup that sets the mood for the day.

I don't want a set, I want an array.

It is a time for me to be alone in the midst of the daybreak

I slowly nurse my cup enjoying each sip I take.

I feel the creamy sweetness go down

while a smile of comfort is born from a frown.

I put on my face and curl up my hair

lifting my voice in a dawn prayer.

The clouds in my coffee go up with my voice

carried away to my idol of choice.

Spending time with my Father in the morning so still, 

I awoke so empty and He begins to fill.

I sip and I talk with Him about my concerns

as each drop of coffee down my through softly burns.

I drink away my mug till the last drop is gone

starting my way to a new dawn.

I started it off right with my cup and my Maker, 

 When my morning was shaky, He was the breaker.

This will be a good day ahead of me

as I look at my beautiful mug happily.

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Hold you applause please and continue reading...

I want more mugs!

Yes, every store I enter that may have a mug

I set my eyes for the prize.

It has to have that certain flair that make this girl smile. 

I don't want it to be super silly in a cheap comedy way, NO NO...

That's not me.

I want it to just be beautiful or be unique.

I like them to have a story or spark a memory of mine from the past...

The mug just has to do something other than be a vessel for my drink.

Here are some mugs that I would like to own one day...

http://www.trendhunter.com/trends/matryoshka-teapot

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0017YZAYO/?creative=395097&smid=ATVPDKIKX0DER&ref=asc_df_B0017YZAYO2471816

See more on my Pinterest!

http://pinterest.com/tabbyanny/mugs-i-love/

I do not want to drink from the same mug everyday!

How boring is that!?

I like to pick a size, shape, color, form, or whatever to set my day in the right direction.

These are some mugs I currently possess that I love...

Large Owl mug- Peir 1 Imports

Children's Cow mug- Canton Tradedays

Retro Flower mug- Target

Stein mug- Uniques and Antiques of Mineola

Apple Mug (seen below as well)- Cracker Barrel

WOoden Giraffe mug- from my friend Cara on her Africa trip

HillBilly mug- Antique store in Tomball, Texas

Maw Mug- lost track...

My New French Provincial Mug from Target

                                                                     Maw and Pa Mugs

I want to thank my talented photographer, Shannon Seaton, 

 for always putting up with my hair brain photo ideas.

I know he is totally and continually annoyed, but does it cause he loves me.

Right honey?....

 

PS. I love me some flavored cream. When it comes to coffee, it's the only way I go. 

A little coffee with my cream!

See what I started doing with my creamer bottles when I am done...

http://thelostsocklife.blogspot.com/2013/03/coffee-creamer-pals.html

Blessed Blogging!

Fruit of Death... Lily of Life!

FRUIT OF DEATH... LILY OF LIFE

by Tabitha Seaton

From the tree of life is a fruit of death.

a blister sprout as poison as meth.

If I eat that forbidden fruit I will surely die.

I took a bite and became fearfully shy.

I realized my sins were exposed, 

and in haste I covered with clothes.

I wanted to hide from Him who knew, 

so under a dark rock I swiftly flew.

As I heard His gentle footsteps growing near,

I felt a peaceful melting of my fear.

There was a ceasing of my tremble

when He showed me His love a symbol.

It was a cross that was to come erected

where Heaven and Earth would become intersected.

The curtain between them would disappear

and His love would finally become more clear.

To this cross our spirits would be led

and all of our sins would finally be shed.

On this structure a Savior would be hung

on which his life in blood will be slung.

When it is finally finished the curtain will be torn.

When our Savior dies... We will be reborn.

No other lamb will have to be slain.

That kind of act will now be in vain.

He is now the one true Lamb... they've been replaced.

With Him all the sins will be erased.

There will be a hope that is new, 

and a Holy Spirit that is true, 

Now every lily will praise His name.

Nothing after will be the same.

From his death sleep He will rise again

and His death defeat will remove all our sin.

So, the guilt I carry from this apple I bit, 

It is buried now and on it's grave I spit. 

I will not think of it again

I will not let lies eat me from within. 

He put to death all my doubt...

and from it's seeds, love will sprout.

The apple seed that's buried in the ground

will be the lily that's voice is heard all around, 

singing songs of praise and rejoice,

forever more I am drawn to it's voice!


Sketches

Mrs. Raines,,,She Rained Love.

I started this school year off sitting through in service the same as I always do.

But, one thing was different. Our new Superintendent  Dr. Fuller, challenged us to think back to a certain teacher that made a real positive influence in our lives. 

I knew for sure who I would pick... but I was not really sure why.

I always loved my 2nd grade teacher, Mrs. Raines, the best out of all of my teachers.

To be honest, I really did not like 2nd grade at all. I was the chubbiest girl in my class, not the sharpest crayon in the box, and did not really have a friend to call my own. 

I spent that year hopelessly devoted to Michael Paul (front row, far left in space uniform) who was unfortunately not so in love with me. I know this because he gave me the nickname, Tubby Tabby. Ouch! But, he was not heartless. His heart just belonged to Tracey (front row, far left). Never the less, I chased him around the playground... and he chased her. One day, out of pure rage and jealousy, at recess I threw a rock at him. Mrs. Raines never sent me to the principal's office, my guilt was enough punishment.

In general, life was awkward and I did not have a whole lot of self esteem.

But Mrs. Raines saw something in me that nobody else had seen. As an artist and teacher, I get asked a lot by my students, "When did you know you were an artist?". 

I tell them 2nd grade. 

That is because of Mrs. Raines. 

My first grade teacher, Mrs. W (I tried to forget her last name, and her long flesh digging fingernails), 

did not make me feel like an artist. I do not remember her seeing any good in me at all. All she saw was the negative and that was all she gave in return. But 2nd grade brought new hope to my life. I remember my first picture that was on display. It was big eyed green alien. I loved the color green and had a soft spot for rare and strange creatures. As it hung in the room for parent/teacher night, I felt pride for the first time. I remember my mother coming, along with all the other parents, to this special evening in the classroom. We were all supposed to independently read a poem by Shel Silverstien and act it out. I was assigned "Lazy Jane". Now, like I stated before, I was not the sharpest girl. But, I think that Mrs. Raines gave me just the right poem for what she knew I could do. It was long, which made me feel very important. But, she did give me one that was simple as well. Just her doing this makes me realize how she thought about us as individuals. She took our abilities and egos to heart, being careful not to set us up for embarrassment.

Here is the poem. I still remember it by heart and will type it without even looking it up. 

Lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy Jane.

She wants a drink of water so she 

waits and waits and waits and waits and waits 

for it to rain....

I not only read Lazy Jane, but I read it was great genius... or at least that is the way I remember feeling about my performance. I remember laying on the ground, reading the words and at the end, opening my mouth up really big pretending to wait for the rain. 

I am the big girl, third from left on the middle  row.

This was the year I felt like somebody special, because Mrs. Raines made me feel life a star.

She made me feel good at something and it made it easier to focus on the good things about myself and elementary life. Kids still picked on my up until 5th grade, when I lost some of my weight and got a clue about my appearance.

This was also the first year I won the big art contest, Houston Rodeo Art. 

This was the picture I created below in Mrs. Raines class that year.

We all went to the Houston Livestock show to see it on display... oh, and to see the Rodeo of course.

Life's roads took me down the same road to being a teacher, just like Mrs. Raines. 

I try to remember to take the time to look deeper into my students, to pull out their best

while considering how they all have different abilities.

I am forever grateful to Mrs. Raines. Without her to encourage me and see the best in me, I may not be where I am today. 

God Bless Mrs. Raines and all teachers like her.

Read and see more about this special lady in my autobiographical comic...

http://thelostsocklife.blogspot.com/2013/03/supertab-autobiographical-comic-of-my.html