Bad, Bad Ivan!!

He loves to jump into the dryer as soon as I open it to fold the clothes. Bad, Bad Ivan!

My Review of Recycled Weekly/Monthly Appointment Book

Originally submitted at AT-A-GLANCE

Now your favorite planning product is available with 100% post-consumer paper, as well as other recycled materials

Recycled Weekly/Monthly Appointment Book

At-A-Glance keep us on track!

By Rose Firewalker from Pasadena, CA on 10/12/2012

 

5out of 5

Pros: Lightweight, Durable Construction, Sufficient Writing Space, Attractive Design

Best Uses: Daily Appointments, Storing Contacts, Staying Organized

Describe Yourself: Quality Oriented

Primary use: Personal

With this appointment book I don’t need to wonder when an important date is coming up, whether it’s a business appointment, radio interview or a family birthday, I never forget a date! Also, it keeps me from having to collect business cards, because they just get lost along the way. I simply jot down any information I need to remember and it’s all in one place. My husband and I have used them for years.

(legalese)

My furfamily…a septolet for you!

My Furfamily…

My dog
and cats
are family.

People balk
when told,
but animals never
lie.

A Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break in between the two parts. Both parts must deal with the same thought and create a picture.

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If you’re in the mood, feel free to pen your own septolet and post it here!

Believe It
by Diane Tegarden
12-16-85

For those of you who don’t believe,
I shed a silent tear.
But if you will allow me,
I’ll share the joy this time of year.

I rise to a beautiful morn,
the creatures are astir.
I squint into a dazzling sun,
in awe at the sweet, soft murmur.

The people seem slightly happier,
even though, they still toil.
For some, our eyes have witnessed war,
right here on our home soil.

Especially for this reprieve,
I recognize the birth.
For those of you safe in your home,
Believe it, there is peace on Earth.

(from my poetry book “Light Through Shuttered Window”)