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You are amazing….

Who you? Yes, you! I don’t care who you are, where you are at this point in life, where you are going or where you have been. Not one thing could you say to me that would convince me anything different. 

Why? You ask? As I woke up with the sunshine peeking through the storm clouds, this morning the ideas to write about, raced through my head. I felt super inspired and so I sat down, first meditated, then I began so sift through my social media. (As most can tell I am not the best at keeping up with Facebook and all of that.) However, I chose social media to find the feeling needed to inspire, enlighten and encourage you.

Here it is!!!! YOU ARE AMAZING!!!!! How did I come up with that from Social Media? I watched as people stopped to smile, hug, show off their new babies, find a great adventure, click and post. Freezing that memory in time in hopes, it will never vanish. I can tell you that out of thousands of students and after working with as many or more adults in life coaching, that not ONE person has ever said, “Mrs. Drake please do not tell me I am amazing or do not brag on me I am not worthy!”

In other words everyone wants and needs to be told how amazing and awesome they are. Even the most confident people need a boost once in awhile. Here it is…if you are reading this post you are amazing! If you aren’t reading it yep, still amazing. (Even if you do not know me, doesn’t it feel neat to read those statements of how amazing you are?) 

After my morning meditation this is the message I was given. While you sleep a massive amount of manufacturing is going on inside your body. Just because you are asleep your heart doesn’t stop, it may rest, but continues to work along with the bone marrow, blood cells, brain activity, tissue, muscles, rna, dna and so on. Everything keeps working! If you sit and ponder just that portion it should wow you into amazement. You see you are amazing by default. You were created that way. Because you were given the gift of life you were born just the way you are, AMAZING! it makes me want to jump up and sing head, shoulders, knees and toes. However, I would add my own flare; Head, shoulders knees and toes working together to help my amazement flow.

I could probably write on just this topic for weeks or months, but today all you need to know is: YOU ARE AMAZING!!! ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT! 

May your day be blessed and always know God loves you no matter what!!!!

Epiphany

This is not the writing I had been working on all day. However, it is a funny and an enlightening story. 

As I wrote on my other post, for the day, I would have to stop intermittently to cook, switch clothes around, talk to mom, kids, the list could continue on for eternity. 

But each time I was interrupted I would pause, before I would allow the interruption to intrude. My pause entailed how the scene would play out, we would talk about great and exciting things…whatever I wanted to happen. Either to entertain me or enlighten me. Next, I would become engaged and it would be just as pleasant as I had envisioned.

Finally it was time for me to complete my daily writing to hopefully inspire and uplift you. Oops it is almost 2 and I haven’t eaten. Yet, another interruption. Then as I was searching in the cabinet for a snack I saw it!!!! My best friend told me the only way to clean your bathroom is with Kaboom. Sometime between her telling me that and today I bought it! I had forgotten when I bought it and it hadn’t been opened or used. I was so excited I became distracted yet again. Went immediatly to Nick’s tub and saturated the walls with it. I just felt pleased. I was so excited to have purchased Kaboom.

You might ask why I told you that silly story. However, it has great meaning. Once you begin to live the way I am writing about, you will never want to return to negative never land of sadness, gossip, hurt, poverty, gloom and doom. Read that last sentence aloud, yes now. How did you feel? Shew, I couldn’t even do it. After writing it once I couldn’t reread it. Even the words make me cringe and feel sad.the only reason I had you read it was to observe the difference in feel good words and not so feel good.

Truly, if you will continue to follow me and participate in the activities you will be able to live, have, do or be anything you want. The only fear I have is, I am enjoying life in the here and now so much I won’t complete the program. No, I am committed to sharing this lifestyle with you. 

It is absolutely amazing. No catch, no roller coaster affect, just living life in the happiest manner. That’s why I shared the Kaboom story with you. Before I discovered this living in the now or what I like to call ‘being’ I would have felt frustrated, aggravated, defeated and you get the idea. 

Not today! I was so excited I could have jumped up and down. I was even more excited when I cleaned the shower, that so desperately needed it. It came clean, lickety- split. I was super pleased Teresa had told me about it. So today may not have been a productive writing day, but it was an awesome day! 

Please share, follow and or recommend my blogg to anyone who needs it for enlightenment or just for entertainment. May you be blessed today and I hope you find your Kaboom for the day!!! 

Put on your rose colored glasses???

The world is what you say it is? Sometimes it’s better to put on your rose colored glasses and have fun. 

Many people will take time to dispute my concept of rose colored glasses however, it’s true. Take time to try it. Go buy you some goofy glasses and put them on, take a picture and laugh. I bet you can’t even put them on without laughing or smiling at least. So if this is true why would people dispute it? Because it’s too simple. What? Yes you read correctly it’s too simple. 

Let me explain…with all the shootings, horrific political disputes, cancer, illness, wars, bombings, you get the idea, how can anyone possibly say put on your rose colored glasses and move on? I understand their thoughts and feelings. But let’s try something…reread that paragraph for ten seconds. Then close your eyes and feel the feelings that go along with it. Sadness, fear, anger, and confusion. However, instead of dwelling on it or talking about it all day what can you really do to change it? I would love to say nothing because the next paragraph sometimes creates anxiety for people and that is not the intention. However, you can do something! What? You ask…

After you have read the above paragraph and felt the emotional attachment to the entire horrific world today. Re-set your brain. Try it you will be amazed.

Every morning when you wake up the sun comes up. It might be raining but the sun comes up. If it does rain there will be a rainbow. Smiles, hugs, laughter, love, flowers, beautiful sunsets, a hot bath, nice walk in the woods, friendships, adventure. The beautiful arrangement of words can continue for much longer than the words that bring you down. Try it. Repeat the steps you did above. Reread the paragraph dont critique, just read, then take five to ten seconds and feel the emotional attachment to those lovely words. Feel the warmth, take time to feel the joyful feeling of just rereading those words.

When I said there is something you can do to change it this is how. Yes it seems simple, but it is that simple. If I wrote of rape, death and politics yes, my message might go viral immediately but that is only a momentary glimpse of what is today. I promise if we work together, put on our rose colored glasses, jump on the higher frequency and replace the storms with rainbows and lollipops; the world will be a better place! It is our responsibility to choose our emotions, our vision and that will effect those around you. As it continues to grow, your life will eventually be what others see, when they put on those rose colored glasses the first time.

Please remember God loves you no matter what and there is enough for everyone. You can have do or be anything your choose. The question is how do or will you choose to live? 

God Loves Everyone! 

     Only read this if you believe that statement!!! Just skip over it, read something that makes you happy!! 

    If it is so controversial why would you write it? Because some where someone is hurting because of harsh judgement. Here it goes…

  God says, “I Love Everyone! Why wouldn’t I? I created you I made you in the image of me! Do not listen to the media, other people, religious bi-laws (which are man made), do not listen to the politician or boss whom you feel has power over you! That is simply not true. First they don’t have power over you that is why I gave you the freedom of choice. Nooo they are not correct when you hear ‘Exactly, God gave you the freedom to choose so you should choose our belief filled with judgement, lies, fear and guilt!’ 

     “That’s just not true! I still love you even when you stand alone. I love you even when you have given me a different name based on your choice of religion. Yes, I love all!! Idc if you are homosexual, heterosexual, transsexual, corrupt politician, mean, spiteful, financially wealthy or poverty stricken, Muslim, Christian or even atheist and you choose not to lean on me or believe in my existence. I Love You Unconditionally!”

   

Has it been eighteen years ago? What year is it? 2017?

It was just like yesterday!!! March sixteenth 1999…the band Yellow 5 was playing at the Toy Tiger. What an event! It hadn’t been the first time they played there, but was definitely one of the most important. There was a company there to sign, who? Yes, our little hometown band, they were on their way to being FAMOUS!!!!!! However, guess who was in labor at about six o’clock in the morning and Eric was to leave to pursue stardum at one  pm. Not good timing to say the least! But what an adventure.

The contractions would play with us all day. Become closer together then subside. I had decided they were probably a false alarm. However, he was over due, so we were on alert. I will never forget the moment when I called the doctor, explained my contractions and said, “If it would be okay, could I hold off until after midnight, to check in to the hospital?”

After a long pause, which seemed like an eternity, she chuckled and said, “Teena, I don’t think you get to choose that, but since this is your third child, you will know when to get here.”

My thoughts were you do not know me very well, but okay.

As the minutes ticked and clumped into hours my labor proceeded to get worse. Now a solid ten minutes a part and not stopping. They were consistent. It was now 12:45 and my honey was becoming anxious. Then he did the sweetest thing, he got down on both knees planted a big kiss on my huge, tight, belly button protruding, in labor, pregnant stomach and said, “Little buddy I love you, you know I do…but truthfully I am begging you to hold off one night.”

At that moment my little heart melted. Awe how freaking sweet is he for saying that. IF YOU BELIEVE THAT I HAVE SOME PROPERTY FOR SALE, IT ONLY HOLDS A LITTLE WATER!!!! LOLOLOL

What happened next…Let’s just let it be known my huge, rolly, polly, extreme pain came out and I began to say not such nice things to him. But hey who wants to recall the negative so let’s move on!.

Anyways, he went on to the gig and said, “I will be there, if you have to go to the hospital.”

I guess I would deal with whatever happened.

It was around nine o’clock my mom and her boyfriend insisted on driving me (thank goodness because I was going no matter what). As we merged on to the interstate I began to have pretty severe contractions. I had bought a brand new outfit for the gig, attempting to look as beautiful as possible weighing in at too much to post!

As we pass the exit to the hospital I recall Jon yelling, “Pull off! Charlene pull off! This is ridiculous!”

“No you better not pull off I won’t get out. I will make it! Just keep rolling the gig is about ready to begin. We can make it, go go go!”

Mom just pushed the petal to the metal and we were sitting in the Toy Tiger parking lot. Black makeup was pouring down my face, making me look like I was a pregnant zombie (wonder if that was foreshadowing for the Nuelydedz).

I fixed my face and rolled out of the car, literally I rolled. As I waddled closer to the door I saw a black man covering the doorway almost like he was waiting on me to say, “You are not coming in here little mama.”

As I got closer and closer I realized it was our good friend, the bouncer, Mo. I grinned as my head rolled back so I could look him in the eye or at least close enough. I am still hurting and I said, “Hey Mo it’s me with Yellow 5 I am just not feeling well.”

“Nope you do not need to be in here. You need to turn around and go back home.”

As if some kind of demon took over my body I lowered my head for a second, probably because I was having a pain. Then looked back up and in a scary voice said, “Mo! I have been through hell and back today so could you please move over and let me through!!!!!”

If you knew him you would know he never budged for anyone. He was one of the best bouncers in the world. However, thank goodness he felt sorry for me. He stepped a side and even found me a table close to the back so I could watch, but could exit quickly, if needed.

We had about fifteen minutes to spare so I sat down. Eric appeared to be happy to see me, he might have been afraid of me, but he played it off well. I am just kidding! If you know either of us very well, you know we don’t stay mad for very long at all.

The lights went dim, silence filled the room for a split second and when the stage lit up Eric Drake raised his drum sticks and hit the first lick…it stopped! What? Yes, my labor pains stopped almost simultaneously. I don’t mean I had a little pain, then they stopped. In fact I would push back and forth a few times just so he would kick my hand. Once I knew he was fine we went on together, enjoying the gig. The night seemed to end quickly and I was home, curled up in bed before I knew it. Still no pain, achey feeling just little ole pregnant me, like nothing happened.

Next morning March 17, 1999 appeared to be an average morning. Eric went on to work and I got the girls ready for school. Around 1:00 I told my mother and brother n law I didn’t feel well. Therefore, I was going to take a bath. My mom was pacing back and forth. She knew I was acting funny, so she called Eric to come home early. When he walked in the bathroom to check on me I stood up in the bathtub said, “Honey, I don’t feel very good!”

His face was worth this entire story! He first turned white, then he began to raise his voice…never looking me in the eye. Only to stare at my belly like there was an alien peaking out of my belly button. When I asked him what is wrong?

He looked at my belly and calmly said, “Get dressed, we are going to the hospital.”

Then it happened. I looked down to see what he was so freaked out about. I am not kidding you when I say it was something like a phenomenon. My gigantic, stretched out, pregnant belly had sank to a small dodge ball size. It literally looked like somebody told Nicholas to jump into a too small of a container and scrunch altogether, to ensure  this delivery is a quick process. You will be out of here before you know it. I began to panic. I yelled for my mommy and she came running. All she could do was hand me clothes in a frantic manner. After I was dressed the girls were quickly loading into our gold colored MPV mini van and we were off. By this time the contractions had begun! We were at five minutes apart and holding. We drove the girls across the Milton/Madison bridge only to hand over the girls to my daddy and step-mom. It looked alot like a three ring circus: I am screaming, off and on, hanging on the ‘Oh Shit’ handle. The side door oppisite of their front door flies open as if a rocket is going to shoot out and strike their next door neighbors. Out jumps Darion and Ashby. Ashby is screaming, “NO! I want to go with you please don’t leave me here. I don’t want to get out,” while she is pushing her meemaw and daddy away with her chubby little hands and almost leaping back and forth to keep from being caught, but she was too little to escape boh of them.

Not to mention her daddy was screaming, “ASHBY!” at the top of his lungs.

Now the kids are delivered and we are racing down the road with flashers on and me still halfway standing up screaming every THREE MINUTES NOW. My mother had decided we were going to deliver him in the van.

Once we arrived at the hospital my best friend Teresa Kidwell was waiting on me and we all just knew this was going to be fifteen minutes until Mr. Prince Charming Nicholas Drake would bless us with his presence. Nope, Nope Nope…my sweet little nurse Wendy Hines (one of the best nurses in the world), began prepping me for delivery, doctor was quickly behind too late for an epideral and BOOM he was scooting on down the chute…but abruptly came to a halt. Why? Because he was ten pounds nine ounces that’s why! My body said sorry call me tomorrow because I don’t know how we will ever get this one out of here.

His shoulders were stuck. That is the final answer. After a few hours we had to make a decision; his collar bone would have to be broke. They did it and finally he was here.

My grandmother was alive then. I am always so grateful that he grew up knowing her. They had a unique bond. I would go to the house after working all day and say, “Baw Baw how did you and Nicholas get along today?” (She wanted to watch him when he was about three a couple of days a week, to keep from being lonely).

She would reply with, “Well, Teena I guess we got along okay. Who are you talking about? Nicholas? Oh yes he is so quiet I almost forgot I had him.”

Ummmm I think that should have been my sign but he was fine! Some people might get offended by me making a joke about my grandmothers dementia, but until you have lived through it, you can not understand! If you didn’t laugh about it you would lose your mind!

Anyways I had a beautiful ten pound nine ounce little boy on March seventeenth nineteen ninety nine. He has brought each of us joy on a regular basis and I can’t believe how fast the years have flown by. We have good, bad, fun, snuggle, adventurous, heartbreaking, puzzling and most of all loving times and I am looking forward to many more. He has never fit in a mold or been the type to follow a crowd. He has a kind heart; magnificient musical talent among other talents. He has been my rock the past four months, while I haven’t been capable of many daily duties. I thank God for Nicholas Ryan Drake on a daily basis. I love you buddy! Happy Birthday!

May my stories relate to you, make you laugh, help you heal, entertain you, but most of all may they enrich your life in one way or another! God Bless Everyone!

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Storm March 1, 2017

February twenty eighth two thousand seventeen my husband stated, “We better watch the weather tonight, I heard bad weather is coming!”
Wow! Was he correct! Wave 3 had three meteorologist analyzing and reporting what they knew about the storm, throughout the night. They were providing the general public with times, areas, and expectations. Their timeline was impeccable.
Around 6:20 in the morning, the window was cracked just a smidge to ensure when the storm comes through, we could take cover, a gust of wind blew the curtains similar to a notification stating, “GET UP ITS ALMOST HERE!!!!”
After that first gust of wind everything on the farm went silent. If a pin was dropped it could be heard. Not a blade of grass swayed nor did a cloud dance across the sky. Just absolute stillness and a deathly silence, blanketed the Earth. Within a five minute time period it sounded like our home would be destroyed. By the time I went in to get Nicholas out of bed, to take cover, the sliding glass door was moving in and out, similar to a breathing motion. The walls were shaking, a multitude of items were crashing against the house, terrifying noises were coming from outside while debris was ricocheting off the sides, of the house and barns. It sounded like it went from silence to war zone in less than five minutes.
Finally, it was over. We peaked our heads out of hiding to ensure our safety was not in jeopardy. The electricity had gone off due to down power lines. Around ten o’clock in the morning it was time to venture out for some breakfast. As we drove down Coopers Bottom Rd. the damaging winds or tornados (not sure which to entitle them) had shredded through the Helton’s campground. Picking and choosing mobile homes, trees, power lines and much more.
No matter what, we are blessed. Although it was a terrifying situation we were thankful no one was hurt. The electricians/linemen worked night and day to assist those without power (all of Carrolton/Milton and Coopers Bottom). The city and state road crews worked a great deal and the Emergency Response Team provided the area with necessary warnings, to ensure the safety of all Trimble County Residents.
Thank you to all of those who helped notify Trimble County Citizens of the emergency, the workers who assisted in cleaning up after the storm and all the electricians/linemen who worked under extreme circumstances to turn the power back on. Thanks a million!!!!
Written by: Teena Drake

Why Did You Nickname My Daughter Bulldozer?

Update to where we left off: If you read my last post please include Papaw Kelley, Granny, Aunt Emily and Uncle Evan (I was cheating and letting Facebook remind me and they aren’t on there) I know they were there for a performance and I thought I had included them,  so now I have! Actually I bet that list could have been 100 people or more, but who is counting.

 Anyways!! I am about to give birth to my second girl. Opening up an entirely new meaning to hubby being out numbered! At first it was Mamaw, Granny, Meemaw, Bethany, Nancy, Darion and myself that Eric had to deal with and now we are adding yet another female, to his world and this one would be the female of all females!!!

Chapter Two: Ashby is born! Or Ash Bae Bae, Ash, Mae, Mini Virgie, or Bulldozer pick one they have all been one of her nicknames at one point or another. I always said, “I don’t want my kids to have nicknames I want people to call them by their name.”

That did me a great deal of good, NOT! All of my kids have had nicknames, but Ashby for some reason, she had more than most. I bet her friends could read this and add to the list, go ahead if you want, add them to the comments becasue I would love to hear them. Unless they are malicious and if you know anything about me you would know, I still have the word (perfect) in parentheses behind all of my kids first name and before their middle. Therefore, you would be wasting your time!!!

Back to Ashby. Her pregnancy was extremely rocky, due to un-diagnosed diabetes and an inaccurate test that stated, “Your baby is extremely mentally retarded or physically challenged due to a blood test we took. If you are considering termination of the pregnancy please contact our office for further testing to ensure this test is accurate.”

Wow! They sure know how to make a pregnancy be wonderful.Her pregnancy was traumatic, birth took two days, hometown pizza, a bag of starburst, medicine, friends, family and patient nurses.Her scream was in announcement style as to say (loudly), “I am here world! I know you have been waiting for me and you shall wait no longer…I am here!”

LOL! It really did always sound like that. After seventeen months of carrying this beautiful chunk of baby on my hip I was beginning to worry because she wouldn’t walk. The questions and concerns would race through my head, “Were they correct. Is she delayed physically?”

Not that it mattered I was happy no matter what, but the fear was real. FEAR–False Evidence Appearing Real is what I learned from Jack Cannefield. At this point in my life, I wish I would have known that statement it would have saved myself a great deal of grief. Because it wasn’t long before she stood up and walked, just like she had always been walking. We didn’t get to have the one step, two-step instead, she would stand, wobble, squat and fall, that was too unstable for her. Remember, after everything I had been through with her, I was neurotic so I called the pediatrician almost every week asking if this or that was okay about Ashby’s progress. So when I told them about her delayed walking they looked at her weight and said, “No, she is not delayed due to a problem she is too big.”

Oops! I think I just figured out why all of her grandparents gave her the nick name Bulldozer. So follow me on this one!!! Ashby is full of energy like a really bright star that is ecstatic to everyone she meets. Meemaw, Jon, Daddy, Mamaw, Papaw, Granny, Papaw Kelley and whoever else  entered the side door that she was excited to see, she had eagle ears- they would perk up (just like her Siberian Husky does when he is visiting), she would place both little, dimpled, chubby hands on the ground. Only to quickly push her bottom in the air and both feet hit the floor at the same time. Hahahahhahah…it makes me laugh out loud to recall their faces when she started running!!! Because everyone, that Ashby loved, and entered our home, knew they were going to be greeted by a Bulldozer! Not a bad one, but a Bulldozer of hugs, kisses, and more love than you can imagine. However, due to her sill learning how to judge speed, when walking/to her it was always running, she would knock you down if you weren’t careful.

You know some days all of this feels like twenty-four hours ago and yet other times a lifetime. However, it was a hilarious memory. If you are down and feel lost…STOP, SITDOWN, INHALE, EXHALE, CLOSE YOUR EYES AND REFLECT!

Search for a memory that brings you joy. Just like the Senior Year survey, I just completed. Before my accident, I would have not taken the time to fill that out. Afterwards, I could have literally written an entire blog or several, on funny memories. All of your memories help form who you are. Let’s begin with only happy, joyful, funfilled, exciting and loving memories because if you are human bad memories or mistakes are continually brought to your attention. Stop them from ruling your life, put them where they belong, an abyss of the past! I realize you learn from the past, but sometimes I think some people become stuck there, trying to fix it. Just walk away from it and reflect on something that makes you laugh. Like the nicknames given to your children and why. I am convinced, funny memories are healing!