Celebrations, Love and Ruined Rescue Missions

On Friday night, we celebrated Dawn's birthday.

And that's when I met him...

When our logos met across the cake candle-lit bar, I knew he was the mug for me.

John Deere Mug. He's so handsome and rugged. Here is our picture with Dawn's inferno of a birthday cake.

John Deere Mug always remains cool under pressure, and from what Dawn has told me, is the perfect mug for her ever-present ice water. He's just dreamy.

My stay here with the captor has taken a turn for the better. I am whole. I am complete. I am in love.

On that note, I heard rumors of an attempted rescue mission by Patty and Jackie. I just couldn't leave my Mug. So we've left Hewitt and are now on our own.

Janice, please send money.

Until we write again,

Pinky and John

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JANICE!!!!!!!

Although I cannot be there, my captor has allowed me to post this message.

Happy Birthday, Janice!!! I hope you enjoyed your party at Lena's. I know that you would have taken me to it if I was there. *sigh* I can only hope for next year.

Must go. Dawn coming. She has a scrub brush. God help me!

Until we meet again,

Pinky

Massages, Circles and 3-year-olds, Oh My!

Hello, my tormentors!

On my second day in captivity, my captor took me to her massage therapist. It was quite relaxing and I feel like a brand new cup!

Maybe this kidnapped thing isn't so bad after all!


But then...

She took me to the three-year-olds at Parent's Day Out.

Actually, it wasn't too bad. In fact, I learned all about circles, and did you know that my top is a circle? Who'd a thought! As you can see, we watercolored today, and I survived paint free!


As of right now, I am doing okay. Janice, do not worry. God will deliver me home. I have faith! Please pray however, the dogs are starting to look at me funny. I think they like pink!

Until I write again,

Janice's Cup

Life is too Short for Bad Coffee

After I was rescued/kidnapped (Thanks, Marilyn!), Dawn took me to Buon Giorno, a lovely Christian-owned coffee shop on Hall-Johnson. It was quite lovely even in my predicament.











However, Dawn and Jackie thought it would be fun to mock me in photos. DANG THEM!

Here I am being the coffee cup in between God and Adam.

On the eighth day, God gave Adam coffee and man's love affair with the beverage began.

Funny, y'all. Really funny...

My torture has begun.

As a reprieve, we went to church on Sunday. It was a joyous service with wonderful music and a great message. Everyone was very nice to me and thought it was quite hysterical that I was on tour. Does no one see my pain?






After the service, we visited Tracy who heads their Meeting Needs Ministry and Food Pantry. She was getting food and personal items together for a few families. She didn't help me either. This is her witnessing my pain and doing absolutely nothing to help me.





This is what they have done to me so far. Today we are going to get a massage. I don't believe I have ever had a massage. I will have to ask Janice...if I ever make it home.

From my dungeon,

Janice's Cup

ONCE LOST BUT NOW FOUND: The Story of Janice's Cup Tour 2009

I sat alone on a table at La Hacienda Ranch. The room vacated, I weeped as the realization of the situation washed over me. Tears ran down my surface until I saw her. My savior. The one who noticed me all alone. Dawn. My day turned brighter as she lifted me into her arms. She carried me to the door where we talked with Marilyn, Betty and Jackie. Dawn so kindly asked for them to let Janice know that she had me, but then Marilyn--naughty, naughty Marilyn--said, "You should take it on tour and send her photos of its kidnapped adventures."

Oh, Marilyn. Why have you turned on me?

So now I am being held captive, and taken to places I have never seen or heard of. Hewitt? Where on God's green and beautiful earth is Hewitt?

At least she cleaned me up and keeps me safe from the dogs...for now.

I will try to post daily as I find ways to thwart my kidnapper. She is currently eating a salad and watching the Food Network. Woooo. Praise Jesus I'm not a food item.

Pray for me and my safe return to Janice. I miss you!

Until my captor A.D.D.'s again,

Janice's Cup