HUNKY HUSBAND COOKS for Independence Day Picnic

This was the Best Man’s YouTube debut, and I think you’ll agree he’s a star. I wish we could share the meat with you–SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOD!

Let me know if you want to see more of this guy!

Independence Begins at Home–Baking Video Part 1

Take responsibility for your and your family’s health and wellbeing, beginning in the kitchen!

If you know anyone who wants to eat better food and spend less doing so, share what the Parkers are doing in the kitchen! Also, please like and subscribe and THANK YOU!

July 4 (or 6!) Cooking for Liberty, Freedom and Independence from Yucky, Expensive, Unhealthy, and again, EXPENSIVE Food.

Another of several videos showing you how to get really good in the kitchen, at making better food even as you spend less on groceries.

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Independence Day Freedom via Home Cooking!

I put together several YouTube videos last week (starring family members) aimed at spending less on groceries and eating better! Most of these videos have a few flaws–but time was short and the goal was worthy, so we plowed ahead and got them on YouTube for you.

Here’s the first one, and to see me having baking fun with Rebekah and meat smoking fun with John, making Keto-Friendly 4th of July desserts, and much more kitchen marvels, just go to YouTube!

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The 24-Hour Money Saving Rule

Before I get to the money saving part, I would like to share with you the difference a day makes when writing queries to literary agents. I wrote a simply marvelous, utterly irresistible query yesterday, and because the internet went down, I had to obey my rule: Always wait 24 hours before submitting what you write to such luminaries as literary agents (I call them luminaries because they are readers and writers with power in my life!). And they seem to get a kick out of ridiculous/desperate query letters–I’ve noticed this when reading about how NOT to write one.

Back to my stunning query. When I approached it this morning with thoughts of a bit of tweaking (mostly just to enjoy my brilliance before sharing it) it had, in a mere 24 hours, become riddled with mush. It was confusing, disjointed, wordy–headache inducing.

I hope I fixed it. Perhaps waiting yet another twenty-four hours would have been wise.

And now for the money-saving part. This is hard to write because I’d rather not tell. But I am here to help! Last night (DON’T BUY THINGS ON THE NET AFTER MIDNIGHT) while listening to a YouTube video (DON’T WATCH YOUTUBE AFTER MIDNIGHT–also perhaps another good idea) I learned about Wal-Mart Plus–they deliver! I promptly signed up ($98 dollars with just a slight movement of a finger), made an order and then learned, well no, they don’t deliver to my house.

“Oh, sigh,” as my daughter used to say when things didn’t go according to plan. You know the rest of this sad tale: If I had heeded my own 24-hour rule, and waited until today, I would have perhaps done a little research before blithely tossing $98 down the Wal-Mart hole . . . And now I get the intense enjoyment of trying to sort this out.

So, just back off. Tell your money you’re the boss of it and it doesn’t get to go flying out of your hands whenever it wants to. Tell it you’ll talk again in 24 hours.

Do-It-Yourself Beauty–Hair, Makeup and More

Happy Go Lucky Decor and Routine Alternatives

Save Money with Me! Groceries and Creativity.

Founding Fathers Jefferson, Franklin, and Washington on Gambling, and Another Kind of Gamble

Wealth–It’s Not About Diapers or Tomatoes

In answering a question about my view of wealth, I once answered “tomatoes.” I was thinking of my grandmother’s adept peeling of hot-off-the-vine, sun-split tomatoes from her garden, and eating their sliced deliciousness with nothing but salt and myself. Wealth.

That same grandmother once said, “Well! He did that just right.” She was watching John carefully fold and gently apply a soft, cloth diaper to Rebekah’s baby bottom. Wealth.

Rebekah, like her sister Hannah, didn’t fuss or cry when her diaper was wet. She sent in my direction a businesslike grunt of sorts and I responded immediately. No soggy bottoms on my watch, no sir! Wealth.

A lovely woman once discussed cloth diapers with me, telling me how other moms thought she was ridiculous for using them. “I enjoy the extra time, the interaction,” she said. I knew what she meant. We shared something precious, an understanding of the beauty, the wealth found in taking that extra moment to make things “just right.”

It’s a matter of opinion and preference, of course. With our fourth child, when John was changing a smelly diaper, he said, “We are not this broke. No more cloth diapers.” I didn’t argue. There was a new wealth at this time, one made of cash, one not as rich.

I am not suggesting you use cloth diapers or grow your own tomatoes. I am simply suggesting that wealth is made of moments shared.