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My Plannerd Week 21

My apologies for not posting last Monday. Matt was off of work which can be my only poor excuse.

I used my Pilot VBall eco version quite a bit. Dreamt about the pen and then grabbed it out of my stash. It writes so nicely and liquid ink is dreamy.

My Plannerd Week 22

I bought the “Nature” set of Staedtler fineliners. I really like the colors. The “Pastel” set didn’t thrill me like this one. But you know I have to have them all. They work really well in the Paperblanks planner as you can see. Plus having some different colors is fun.

Been continuing on my reading streak. I haven’t done any art in a long time and it’s starting to worry me. I forgot how or at least I feel that way. Not good, I know. But at least my time is spent reading and not just staring into space or watching cruppy television I don’t like, right?

Be well.


My Plannerd Week Ten

Here is week ten. I used several different pens – ballpoint and gel. I love that the Paperblanks planner has better paper than Moleskine.

I have been hired on for a part time job. I interviewed on Wednesday and was overjoyed to get a call the next day. I dropped off my pre-employment paperwork on Friday and start tomorrow. My planner needs are bound to evolve in the next weeks so stay tuned. For now, I’m taking great advice – sticking with what has been working.

Be well.


Feb 20, 2013 - Farewell to Prince Oliver

February 20th, 2013
Our last photo together.

My eight year old doll-face flame point Himalayan cat Oliver was euthanized Wednesday morning.

In 2009, at just five years old, Oliver was diagnosed with kidney problems and in 2010, he took a turn for the worse despite his special diet. An ultrasound revealed he had polycystic kidney disease. I vowed to fight with him. I learned to give him sub-q fluids here at home. After a couple months of treatments and tests, I promised Oliver there would be no more needles. We would fight with diet and do whatever we could together to keep him as healthy and happy as possible.

Oliver was a warrior. He had good streaks and bad streaks. Some days he’d eat without argument but other days it would take up to 20 minutes to get him to eat just a few bites. When he stopped eating his prescription kibble, I picked up canned moist food. I whipped the mush with water to make it higher in moisture which eliminated the need to worry about how to fend off dehydration. When he got tired of the mushy meals, I mixed wet and dry. Then we went back to just dry kibble again. I began begging him and bribing him with promises of US currency and elaborate vacations. He soon would want petting rewards for eating. Meal time was our time together.

Oliver played and purred. He lived up to his princely title without a doubt. He oversaw his kingdom and fought his disease valiantly. His weight fluctuated since his diagnosis in 2009 (he was only 6 pounds at his heaviest) but he was slowly shrinking. I worked harder to get him eating. Every vet visit resulted in the same praise. He was doing well and we should keep up with what was working. Oliver was bright eyed and bushy tailed. He was my fluffy prince, my sunshine man, my boo, my baby, my heart.

Our vet visit in September revealed a slight weight gain. A weight gain was a huge boost to my peace of mind. But then I noticed changes. Gradually he ate less. He looked smaller to me. I was grateful he still acted normally. No real sign of anything serious. His visit in December showed a weight loss. Then he just looked like he was getting old. His grooming habits slowly changed and became less thorough. I did my best to keep him looking regal and handsome. He still purred and followed me around for petting and chin rubs.

I told several family members and friends that I thought this would be our last winter together. I had a feeling. I couldn’t put my finger on it. We had gone through peaks and valleys and plateaus but I knew. This time it was different. The weekend of February 16th, I knew I had to prepare myself to say goodbye.

I vowed never to keep a pet alive for my own selfish wishes and needs. Oliver was resting peacefully and purring for me Sunday but as the new week began he showed signs that the end was near. His blue eyes looked different. He didn’t come to me when I begged him. I made the call and we said goodbye Wednesday morning. My heart broke as I said my final goodbye and kissed him. My fluffy rescue boy who had never bitten, scratched or lashed out at any member of our household, had crossed the rainbow bridge. My brave prince made me so proud.

People have told me that he wouldn’t have thrived so long with a different owner. Few would have the patience to tolerate his finicky ways especially at meal times. That might be true. I admit I would get frustrated, I’m only human. But Oliver was my angel. I miss his goofy antics and higher-than-thou demeanor. I miss his ear tufts, his crazy wild whiskers, his perfectly-toasted-marshmallow point coloring and his bright blue eyes that captured my heart when I first met him in 2004.

Rest in peace my little man. Know how proud I am to have fought beside you in your war against kidney disease. You will live on in my heart always.


My Plannerd Week Six

Here it is – my week six.  Not too exciting, not very glamorously recorded either. Things are in an odd orbiting haze these days. I apply to various jobs I think I’m qualified for and then wait and wait. I take a test to work for the city this week. I’m a bit nervous but I’m pretty sure I can do alright. But then what? Will I get an interview? It is best not to make plans and not to worry. I’m trying to live in the now and have been escaping into the pages of a good book when I need the distraction. Life is fickle so I’m trying to enjoy my time or at least be content. I really aggravated my ankle and tendinitis yesterday so today I am granting myself permission to rest and read.

Be well.


My Plannerd Week Four

I have a stash of teacher style encouragement stickers. They say things like “Good Job” and “Way to Go.” I’ve been using them to mark days I do chores around the house. I hate housework. I might as well get a sticker, right?

Be well.


I collect things. Odds and ends. Bits and bobbles. Ephemera. Miscellaneous things that catch my eye for one reason or another. I’ve found that keeping them in a bag makes keeping tabs on them a lot easier. Also, I think my partner in residence would agree it keeps things neater. Granted I still find ways to clutter up the clean. It’s a gift.

Tea tag tabs!

I enjoy sipping tea. It is liquid comfort in a cup. My addiction can be blamed on my father and grandmother. I can’t remember a visit with my Nani without my Papa bringing her a mug full of hot tea. Since my change in employment, I find myself digging in my tea stash for the perfect blend to match my mood. I keep some of my tea tags. I sometimes stick them in my journal but lately I was fubbling with a few ideas and this one seemed so obvious but I had never done it before nor have I seen evidence of it being used by others. I give you TEA TAG TABS!

Tea tag tabs!

I dug out a few tea tags from my bag of goodies. Tazo tea tags are particularly lovely. The Bigelow are colorful and very nice also. Occasionally I’ll sip tea with my China Buffet meals. Who doesn’t love dragons?

Tea tag tabs!

Some notebooks need tabs. Everything books definitely need a way to flip to desired sections or pages. Some planners also benefit from tabs. Labeling tabs isn’t always necessary but I can see a nice Dymo label stuck to these colorful tabs if needed. Color coding would be possible too. Green mint for Finances, Passion Purple for Projects, etc…

Tea tag tabs!

TEA TAG TABS! Will you use this idea? What will you be gluing tea tag tabs into? I’d love to hear your ideas – feel free to comment (as always).

Be Well.


I could bore you with details and ramblings, but I’m not going to right now. Here is my first artistic adventure today. Will there be more? Time will only tell.

Today's first artistic adventure.

Be well.