What is a Blog?

Blogging.  I am conflicted about the whole concept of blogging.  On the one hand, it seems like the ultimate self-adulation in a world drunk with selfies.  What possible insight does one lonely blogger offer a society stuffed with too much useless information?  Google any topic and you’ll find a plethora of quotes and articles, and probably spend hours sifting through it all.  Adding to the reams of cacophony seems pointless.  On the other hand, the impulse to write burns within me.

I write for myself.  I write for my business, because I love what I do.  I write because words carry innate power within themselves.  Words sear.  Convict.  Touch.  Hurt.  Heal.  They pose as insignificant chicken scratches, but don’t be fooled.

Oh no, my friend.  Words aren’t just mightier than the sword.  They infuse life and motive into the swing of the sword.  Sentient within the universe lies a Being I call God.  He created words and imparted Himself, His essence into words, leaving them open to the heart and mind of the person who uses them, be it a good heart or an evil heart.

I take these words I pen very seriously.  And so should you.  Because once you read them, the voice in your mind forever retains them, truth and untruth.  My friends, I am honored you read my words.  I promise to write strong words, edifying words, words worthy of your time.

 

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What’s Real and What Isn’t

Now let’s be honest.  Are mermaids real?  The new Posh line focuses on mermagic…and we all know that mermaids aren’t real…or are they?  An old tale in Women who Run with the Wolves talks about a mermaid who changes skin to live on land, and from it I learned be true to yourself.  The mermaid spoke to me as if she was real.  The lesson was certainly both valued and real.

What is real about the new Posh line is great colors.  Great scents.  Great names.  Lots of glimmer and shimmer.  Great products.  Also real about Posh are thousands of results and satisfied customers.  You see, Posh consultants are all, every last one of them, Posh addicts who love the product so they share it with friends.  Well, friends and family and neighbors and strangers.  Actually, we hoard our favorites.  We have no shame when it comes to Posh.

Posh consultants are nothing like sales ladies at a local drug store or Macy’s or Sephora’s.  We didn’t apply for a job because we wanted a paycheck.  We fell in love with a product and the paychecks came after.  This is an important distinction.  How many women do you know who are so absolutely devoted to their moisturizer and their mask and full product line that they keep six on hand…just in case?  Look at your Posh lady’s stash and you’ll see what I mean.

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It’s mermagic.  Plain and simple mermagic, and even the littlest mermaids at our house love Posh.  Every last one of them.

Empowering Women (and men)

Tip Tuesday is a common theme in Perfectly Posh.  We spend a lot of time helping each other figure out better ways to run our businesses.  Unlike corporate America, where people claw their way to the top, brown nose, vie to get attention and steal the credit whenever they can, Posh pits you only against yourself.  Requirements for advancement are clearly laid out and there’s no glass ceiling, no limit to how many can succeed.  We can all succeed.  Every business owner gauges her own successes, maps out her own path, and competes only against herself.

I like cooperation.  I thrive in a sisterhood of friendship and mutual support.  And in that spirit of support, I decided to offer you my top five tips for being happy at 68.  I consider happiness a bar of success.

#5  Decide to try.  Engagement means exactly the same thing in business and in life as it means in romance.  Put the ring on and commit to your business, to your goals, to what makes you happy.

#4  Decide to smile.  Life’s vexing grievances are better swallowed with a cup of pleasure.  Seriously.  Show some teeth whether you feel like it or not.  I find that the smile ushers in the joy, not the other way around.

#3  Decide to train.  Yup.  Be a life learner.  Pick up new ideas.  Learn a new language.  Study a new topic.  Find a mentor.  In some way, every day, every single day, learn something new.  You’ll be happier sharpening your mind.

#2  Decide to serve others.  Simple, really, just serve people.  Make something easier for someone around you.  If you work with someone, help that person succeed with no sense of self interest, no hope for personal gain.  Just serve someone.

#1  Decide to be consistent.  Daily effort.  Ten minutes or two hours–you decide the amount of effort, but doing something daily to meet your personal goals elevates you in the standings of life.  That consistent effort yields satisfaction, which makes you happy.

Want to work with me?  I’m full of ideas, and I love sharing them with my team!  Go to http://www.madaboutposh.com and click on JOIN.  empower women.JPG

 

How Do I Spell Potato Skins? YUM

Family gatherings…a time to spoil your peeps with the best food and fun.  My family comes home twice a month for family dinner and I am always excited to have them.  After being gone three weeks, I was over due, so this week it was a highly anticipated event.

The birthday boy requested taco salad, so I of course upped the ante with some home made guacamole.  For an appetizer I decided to try my hand at potato skins…can I just say yummy?  Here’s how I made them:

A day ahead:

  • Fry up a pound of bacon.  When it’s nice and crispy, crumble it up into small bits
  • Dig up some green onions and chop them into thin slices.  Peel a few whites apart for little rounds.
  • Clean and dry your potatoes.  Place each on a square of foil.  Drizzle on some olive oil and roll the potato to coat the surface.  Liberally sprinkle on garlic salt and pepper on every side.  Roll them up and bake until tender.
  • Wash away the onion scent with Gender Bender

That day:

  • Cut each potato in half.  Scoop out some of the potato to save for scrambled eggs.
  • Salt each potato.  Fill with cheese and crumbled bacon.  (I had some bbq pork, but at the last minute decided not to use it.  Not necessary!)
  • Baker at 350 for 15 minutes, add more cheese and bake another 5 minutes.
  • Top with a dollop of sour cream, green onions and the last of the bacon bits.
  • Wash away the onion scent with Gender Bender

We consumed them.  Wait, it’s more accurate to say we inhaled them.  They were great.  I loved every minute of having them home.  First Sundays all the littles have recitals and play us something they’ve learned, so that was a treat.

And if you don’t like the smell of onions on your skin?  That’s right.  Get some Gender Bender.  $9.  It’s a steal!  Go to http://www.madaboutposh.com and click on COLLECTIONS, click on CHUNKS.  It’s good for just about everything!

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MerMagic…or in other words, lighten up!

mermaid.JPGThe new Posh line tantalizes my senses and my imagination.  Mermaids!  Shimmer and glimmer.  All things cool and bubbly.  Actually, I never wanted to be a mermaid.  After all, I can’t swim.  I know.  I took swim lessons many a summer, but always dropped out when I got sunburned.  I excel at holding onto the side and kicking.

That doesn’t stop me from being a Posh mermaid, though!  A sparkling face wash, a shimmery scrub–wowsers!  Here’s the thing.  We take life too seriously.  We need to lighten up.  Posh keeps me smiling while offering me the best skin care on the market.

Intentionally smile today.  Tell a joke.  Put a grin on a post-it note memo.  Skim right through those Facebook texts screaming about the next scandal, and post instead something that edifies.  The mood in America fluctuates between gloom and volatility, and you never know what will spark the next hullabaloo.

It’s up to you.  It’s up to me.  Intentionally lighten the discourse and the burdens of those around you.  In turn, you’ll feel a lightening in your own soul.  I may be just one person, but I will be one person who lightens my own little corner of the world.  I just happen to do it with style and glimmery Posh.  Want some?  Go to http://www.madaboutposh.com.  mermagic

Show Some Teeth

One of the most charming things about Paris proved to be their language.  I speak none of it.  Well, take that back.  I went knowing bonjour, bonsoir, merci, and thanks to The Little Mermaid, la poisson.  I now know how to ask for the check.  But I never tired of listening to it.

We stayed at a hotel with only  two English television channels, one dedicated to sex and the other to violence.  How do they view us, anyway?!!  We spent a great deal of time offering our own subtitles to French TV.  We were never accurate, but far more entertaining, if I do say so myself.

Yet, despite all the obvious language barriers, we thrived.  We found our way around.  We ordered food, a lot of food.  We enjoyed Paris.  We discovered the universal language of a smile speaks volumes.  These lovely people stopped, helped, and smiled back when presented with a smile.  Countless people, since we were always lost, who were busy running errands or heading to appointments took time to give us directions and help us on our way.  A delightful wait staff proved ever helpful.  We’d heard they didn’t like Americans.  That was not our experience.  What they liked were smiles.  Of course, I gave away a lot of Posh as thank yous.  They always smiled back.

I wonder what life in the good ole’ USA would be like if people smiled more.  Landing in New York, we found subcultures of people who also didn’t speak English.  They also were busy running errands and heading to appointments, but we found them far less friendly.  The national dialogue polarizing us filters into the mindset of a nation thriving on contention.  Like nothing else, a smile brightens a countenance and energizes a relationship.  It’s a universal way to engage others and create a happy space between two people.  I’m thinking we need more smiles.  Definitely.  Show a few teeth today, and see if you can get someone to smile back.

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Show Some Teeth

One of the most charming things about Paris proved to be their language.  I speak none of it.  Well, take that back.  I went knowing bonjour, bonsoir, merci, and thanks to The Little Mermaid, la poisson.  I now know how to ask for the check.  But I never tired of listening to it.

We stayed at a hotel with only  two English television channels, one dedicated to sex and the other to violence.  How do they view us, anyway?!!  We spent a great deal of time offering our own subtitles to French TV.  We were never accurate, but far more entertaining, if I do say so myself.

Yet, despite all the obvious language barriers, we thrived.  We found our way around.  We ordered food, a lot of food.  We enjoyed Paris.  We discovered the universal language of a smile speaks volumes.  These lovely people stopped, helped, and smiled back when presented with a smile.  Countless people, since we were always lost, busy running errands or heading to appointments took time to give us directions and help us on our way.  A delightful wait staff proved ever helpful.  We’d heard they didn’t like Americans.  That was not our experience.  What they liked were smiles.  Of course, I gave away a lot of Posh as thank yous.  They always smiled back.

I wonder what life in the good ole’ USA would be like if people smiled more.  Landing in New York, we found subcultures of people who also didn’t speak English.  They also were busy running errands and heading to appointments, but we found them far less friendly.  The national dialogue polarizing us filters into the mindset of a nation thriving on contention.  Like nothing else, a smile brightens a countenance and energizes a relationship.  It’s a universal way to engage others and create a happy space between two people.  I’m thinking we need more smiles.  Definitely.  Show a few teeth today, and see if you can get someone to smile back.

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The Universal Language

One of the most charming things about France is their language. I speak none of it.  Well, take that back.  I came knowing bonjour, bonsoir, merci, and thanks to The Little Mermaid, la poisson.  I now know how to ask for the check as well.  I’m a slow learner.

We are staying at a hotel with only two English channels, one dedicated to sex and the other to violence.  I prefer spending offering my own subtitles to French TV.  I enjoy listening to the graceful, lilting phrases and find myself far more entertaining with my own interpretations.

Yet, despite the obvious language barriers, we thrive, we find our way around eventually, we order food, we enjoy Paris.  We discovered the universal language of a smile speaks volumes.  These lovely people stop and help and smile back.  Countless ordinary people on their way to buy food or pick up dry cleaning took time to give us directions and part as friends.  A delightful wait staff proved ever helpful.  Of course, I gave away a lot of Posh as thank yous.  They always smiled back.

I wonder how different our world would be if we started over at Babel, none of us speaking the same language, reduced to smiles as tokens of good will.  Smiles seem a more valued commodity these days, and yet they also represent the cheapest way to communicate.  We need toothy grins and genuine smiles.  Every day.  I plan to try communicating more that way when I get home.  If I pretend not to understand you and simply smile, it may be I’m hard of hearing…but it may not!

 

Hand Savers!

Good Vibes Conquer Fear

I have to admit.  I was sort of creeped out.  SO much water.  I felt it taking the subway to Brookyn to eat at St Anselm’s, just knowing water was pressing in from all sides.  This was a thousand times more.  Looking out the window was easy.  Clouds and more clouds.  But looking at the screen that very clearly showed the plane over nothing but water for as far as the eye could see, well, it creeped me out.

I know.  I’ve been preaching out drinking water, about the positive effects of water in the body, but here’s the thing.  I like it in my product and I like it in my tummy, not floating under me.  And I noticed that the only two flotation devices were situated at the far ends of the plane  Here I was sitting plumb in the middle.  In case of an emergency, both slippery little rafts would be full long before I got to the door.

Here’s the thing about fear.  You control it, not the other way around.  So here I am, writing notes for Leadership Camp, working on my blog, eyes off the screen, ignoring the turbulence.  I find it’s the same all through life.  Taking a risk, starting a business.  You control life, not the other way around.  Feel free to join me.  It’s a thrill a minute around here, 35,000 feet in the air.

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Three Days at a Time

I love New York.  I know.  It’s big.  It’s noisy.  It’s not always clean.  It’s not just crowded, its sidewalks are jam-packed with people.  Say what you will, I love all those things for three days at a time.

While foreigners probably think of America as one giant New York City, and believe we all live loud lives in a teeming anthill, the truth is much more simple: the rolling hills and plains and gardens that dot our landscape more aptly describe us.  We live simple lives.  We kiss our babies, mow lawns, plant gardens and weed endlessly.  The national pulse rests at a healthy 80 beats per minute.

So why do I love New York City?  It’s alive.  Vitally alive.  It quickens the dead spot in my heart and I feel it beating again.  I needed this time, this space of time, to know my heart will one day heal.  That’s the real gift New York City, with all its disparate parts, has given me.  These noisy, teeming throngs of people are friendly, helpful with directions, proud of their city.  I sat and cooed with a baby bouncing on a proud daddy’s knee.  I carried on a serious (very serious) princess conversation with a 4-year-old on the subway.  (She likes Tangled, but she loves Frozen, not a fan of Moana.  Really?  How is that even possible?)  When I strip away the hyperbole, I find this fantastic array of people and lights and frenetic action are also my America.  And I love it.  Three days at a time.  Goodbye, New York City.  (Bill says “Good riddance!”)  Hello, Paris!

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