How To Save Time & Money with the Q.O.D. Meal Plan

As adults, certain chores get repetitive, don’t they?  Chores like meal planning and cooking 3 squares a day just burn my grits..  Eating occurs a little too predictably at our house, but I learned a secret.  The Q.O.D. meal plan saves me time and money, so it’s a win/win.

What is it you ask?  You didn’t take Greek or Latin in high school?  I did, but darned if I can give it to you in any particular language, just medical-ese.  Any nurse will tell you it refers to a medication administered every other day.  Yes, Q.O.D. means every other day.

When applied to my kitchen, it’s a prescription I find quite appealing.

  • Cook Monday, enough for two meals.
  • Cook Tuesday, enough for two meals.
  • Wednesday eat Monday leftovers.
  • Thursday eat Tuesday leftovers.
  • Friday date night go out for a bite.
  • Saturday eat light while prepping Sunday dinner

Bgrey and black pen on calendar bookoom! I cooked three times, stretched my meat, and saved money on my grocery bill in the process.  Adapt my Q.O.D. meal plan to any variance of days in the week and it still works.  Cook Sunday/Monday, reheat Tuesday/Wednesday, cook Thursday, date night Friday, reheat Saturday…it adapts to any schedule.

I know, I’m fortunate my husband likes leftovers.  As a matter of fact, he thinks they taste better the second time around. (His momma trained him well.)  I live in the fast lane on a fixed income.  Saving time and money ranks right up there with winning the lottery.  Remember: Q.O.D. and score big!

Would You Vote for a 28th Amendment?

I know, we only find 27 amendments to our Constitution, a tribute to the foresight and wisdom of our founding fathers.  I think we need a 28th, however.  You see, I think government has gotten out of hand, and I see no inclination by those in power to reign it in.  Yup.  We need a 28th amendment on term limits.

Our founding fathers evolved into statesmen from a variety of occupations:  They worked as farmers, soldiers, shop keepers, journalists.  They served under penalty of death at the hands of the British, not for a lifetime stipend beyond the imaginations of the citizens, but for their love of country.  Their labor was a sacrifice of time, money, and in some cases, life itself.

Fast forward 200 years and we now see men and women who consider themselves career politicians with the bank rolls to prove it.  I mean no disrespect.  I merely state the obvious.  The best get the same pay and benefits as the worst scoundrels, and have you taken the time to count how many voted against their last pay hike?

I wonder how many would covet the office if they had to turn in expense receipts for reimbursement and served at the same wage we citizens earn as a standing jurist, $6 a day.  That’s right.  If the expenses were met for airfare and staples, but their only compensation was $6 a day, whose love of country would flame so passionately that he/she would serve at a sacrifice for the good of the country?

Of course, I can’t prevent money flowing under the table.  Evil will seek its own.  But I can lessen the damage done by giving each one less time and a better reason to serve.  Our two-party system may be so fatally flawed that not even a Constitutional amendment can fix it…but we owe it to our children to try.

term 1I was honored with the opportunity to meet Vice President Pence, Josh Hawley, and Roy Blunt when they flew into Kansas City last week.  I long admired our Vice President, and he was just what I expected.  Integrity gleamed from his eyes.  I loved meeting Josh Hawley.  His shy smile and honest eyes won my vote.  I already knew Senator Blunt, and I appreciated seeing him as well.  Why do I bring this up?  Do you know what goes into a visit like this?term 2

Airplanes the size of Nebraska (just kidding) fly in their armored cars.  Oceans of suits with ear buds scan the perimeter.  It’s a pretty big deal, and I realized how BIG our government has grown to require such measures.  We were but one stop…I can’t fathom what it costs to ferry around all these candidates spouting the same rhetoric we see on every commercial on TV.  I know.  It’s part of the process.  I respect that…but not what a huge thing it’s become.term 3

Will a 28th Amendment solve every problem?  No, I freely admit it won’t.  But would it be a reasonable first step?  Yes, I believe it would be.  I firmly support term limits.  I’d love to see a few million people agree with me.

When Machines Fail You

Facebook.  I doubt any of us missed the picture of a rich boy sitting on a booster seat testifying on the Hill.  It makes me wonder how our words cam to be regulated by such a curious phenomenon.

We love it.  We hate it.  We find it a fact of life.  But what happens when Facebook suddenly stops printing your blog?  You turn to customer support, of course!  This is a test piece to see if we have fixed the problem.

How Long Does My Body Butter Last?

My littles love riddles.  Set five around a lunch table and get them started–you may find a few funny lines, but every little will laugh at every non-joke told.  The development of a sense of humor comes slowly.

Me?  I seldom remember a riddle.  This is the only riddle I know.  Honestly.  “When is a cook mean?’  Think a minute.  Pause.  Pause.

“When she cracks the eggs and whips the cream!”  Ha.  Ha.  I’ve know that, and only that riddle for 30+ years.

I share it now because it highlights one of my favorite Posh products, Fresh Creamy Milk body butter.  It’s whipped!  This Shea butter based butter soaks into my skin and makes it feel luxuriant.  The coconut oil is a gentle scent, not at all overbearing.

One tub lasts me about 8 months.  I know this because we release new lines every 6 months.  And my old product is never gone.  Never.  As eager as I am to try new things, it takes me about 2 or 3 extra months to make way for the luscious new scents.  So how long does your tub of body butter last?  You can find this on my site at  Click on COLLECTIONS, click on BODY.

An Antidote for Depression


Everyone feels sad sometimes, but there exists a level beyond sad.  I’m not talking about the normal feelings that accompany a tear-jerker movie, a friend’s bad news, or a loss.  Depression presents in many guises.  Clinical manifestations include fluctuations in weight, changes in sleep patterns, inability to concentrate, reports of fatigue, and noticeable changes in activity level.  Estimates place 15-20% of people over the age of 65 as depressed–staggering figures.

It comes as no surprise.  The neurotransmitters which keep the brain healthy get out of whack as a person ages.  A host of situations exacerbate the situation.  Isolation, poor eating habits, and a loss of purpose affect many.  It is true that low doses of medication can reverse this condition, but fear of complications and contraindications make choosing a pill an uneasy remedy.

One way to combat the problem lies in forming new associations.  Bridge, reading groups, and senior centers are traditional forms of socialization; but I’ve found a retirement business to be the best antidote.  It actually brings in needed income.  It gives purpose and excitement, it opens the door to a host of new friendships.  Millennials have trouble assimilating into the workplace, while seniors have a strong work ethic and are welcomed into the fold.

Perfectly Posh, has been a lifesaver for me.  I have a cadre of associates, daily Facebook interaction, and the exhilaration that comes with success.  Our QuickStart program is second to none, and no matter where you  live, I can mentor you.  Join me!  Check out the free website you receive by going to and if you’d like to join me, it’s easy peasy.  Just click on JOIN.  I’ll connect with you and we’ll be like two peas in a pod!

Who Spring Cleans Any More?

I can remember spring cleaning.  We lived in the country and we heated with wood.  Our house felt like a dust magnet.  We’d take a room, start with walls and windows, and clean ceiling to floor.  Marshaling the efforts of three sons, my role as task manager proved less arduous than you might expect.  Fast forward 30 years.  We still live in the country; we still heat with wood; silt still filters in.  Gradually spring cleaning evolved into spring highlights, and then devolved into spring touch-ups.  My house needs a professional who works on a tight budget!

Other cleaning started taking prominence.  Keeping heart and soul unencumbered and stain-free in these times of shifting moral sands took prominence over a spotless home and perfect blinds.  This inner scrubbing takes time.  Mindful self-examination.  Application of an immovable standard.  For me, daily time in Scripture took precedence over dusting and sweeping.  Self care now gets squeezed into an already busy life, and my poor home sometimes shows neglect.

But self care is what I do.  I own a pampering business, and it begins with me.  So one area of my life remains squeaky clean.  The Snarky bar has become my go-to for heel scrubbing, knee scrubbing, behind-the-knee scrubbing, elbow scrubbing…you get the picture.  Those little eco-beads and apricot seed powder, agave extract and prickly pear cactus, loaded with rich vitamins and Shea butter, and scented with luscious essential oils, makes this God’s gift for people who love a good scrub.  I do!  Don’t you?  Visit my site: and click on COLLECTIONS, click on SCRUBS.  You’ll thank me later.

Puppy Love

What a shame that the deep feelings we experience for a pet get marginalized by our vernacular.  Because as much as I hate his little messes and as many times as I almost trip over him while he waits to see where I’m walking…as much as all of that and more abides a deep love for my little buddy.  Nestled next to me much of the day, he provides companionship and unfiltered, unwavering devotion.  That’s a tough commodity to find in this world.

Understandably, many seniors are lonely.  We need two things: family and friends, and each are proven to be an indispensable part of good mental health.  It is true we lose siblings and friends one by one, that we lose some autonomy, and that we are aging in a youth-obsessed culture.  No wonder so many report feeling lonely and indeed, are often alone.  Having a pet changes the equation.Charlie

Charlie may be a mongrel.  A pest.  A shedding little pooper upon occasion, but he gives in return a love no one else on this planet is able to give.  A dog lives in a state of gusto.  He eats with gusto, plays with all of his energy, and loves with all of his heart.  He lives in a state of grace as well, forgiving me after long absences and expressed annoyance.

Aging people need a companion with a superhuman capacity for grace and gusto.  Thankfully, I have Charlie.

How to Protect Aging Skin

Oh, the indignity of age.  It conspires against us in so many ways, unseen ways.  Body composition changes as muscle shrinks and fat increases.  Many experience a decline of 5% p;er decade in BMR (basal metabolic rate), which results in weight gain and concomitant fluctuations in fat placement.  Skin loses some of its subcutaneous protection and breaks down more easily, resulting in bruising, skin slips or pressure sores.

Combat these changes by bathing every other day to enhance skin integrity.  Gently pat skin dry, rather than rubbing it with a towel.  Apply moisturizing lotions.  Posh body butters are ideal for the aging population.  Scented with essential oils, they feed not only the skin, but the sense of smell as well.  Each is based with either cocoa butter, Shea butter, or mango butter, all loaded with antioxidants to fight free radicals.  They go a long way, requiring about a teaspoon for each extremity.

Warm it in your hands on cold mornings, and apply some on the upper and some on the lower of each extremity, so less friction is required in spreading it over the skin surface. Good Hydrations is an in-shower lotion, loaded with coconut, macadamia, and argan oils.  It can be applied wet, and gently toweled off.   You can find these on my site:  Click on COLLECTIONS, Posh Body.

Is it a Blessing or a Curse?

Electronics–a blessing or a curse?  When I find myself without my phone, even this hip old Nana becomes paralyzed, cut off from the world.  Beyond concern over where I left it and whether or not it is on silent mode, and will I EVER see it again, lies the realization of just how much the stupid smart phone intrudes on my life.

I run two online businesses.  I manage 4 Facebook pages.  Bill complains I spend all my time on the phone.  The irony hits home, because, actually, all my life I’ve hated talking on the phone.  Of course, technically, I’m not talking.  But it is true.  The limitless web dominates my leisure as well as my life.  What to do?  What to DO?

Learn to grasp it ever more tightly, lol.  My sense of gusto suggests strapping it to my person or inventing an alarm when it is set down…things probably already invented.  Thankfully, I have Bill, who reminds me about my phone when I start to leave without it, finds it when I’ve set it down, delivers my phone when I have actually forgotten it, and who puts up with my phone.

Grace suggests learning ways to use it more efficiently.  The E-card is one way I do that.  When a customer likes my product or wants to talk to me later about my business, I text her an E-card to reach me more easily.  But what grace really suggests is putting the stupid smartphone in its proper place.  People over phone.  Or more correctly, Bill over phone.  Always Bill.  And then it’s a blessing.  Join me at

A Little Bit of Sass

Just a little sass. That’s what I tell people who ask me about the blue streak in my hair.  Take an aging man.  Describe him: silver fox, distinguished, yada, yada, yada.  Take an aging woman: hag, crone.  Get my point?

No wonder women fear and detest growing old.  Society has a way of just not seeing old women. I’m changing that in my own small way.  As baby boomers grow old, the population of those over 65 years of age will account for 22% of the total population.  I may not be alone in this!  I decided to let my hair go white; I also decided to add just a little hint of sass.

It suits me.  I like it.  Maybe that’s why I love Posh…because Posh is sassy too.  Being trendy and cutting edge makes it a great retirement business.  Look at product names and see if I am not right!

Yes, the old switch that whacked my legs for being sassy never cured me.  Sorry, mom.  My trek to the grave will no doubt be littered with sassy little thoughts and comments.  And I’m okay with that.

Living with gusto isn’t flaunting yourself…with age, with beauty, with sex, with blue hair.  Rather, it is embracing yourself.  Your quirky ways.  Your sense of humor.  Your whitening hair.  Your blue streak.  Wink, wink.  Visit my site at and click on JOIN.  I’d love to work with you, you sassy thing, you!