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How to cook a Pizza…

The new trend is to pick up a freshly prepared pizza and take it home to cook. When this idea first began Betty, my friend and mother-n-law, introduced us to a Papa Murphy’s Pizza. However, Eric and I had never purchased one.

Hold on tight to your teeth because this is one of our funniest adventure!

As most of you know, I was not a very fun Valentine last year. In fact, we were both racking our brains trying to figure out what we did. Finally, Eric said, “Plan it and we will do it!”

The morning came and I continued to fret over the day. Then I jumped up and went shopping. Oh this was turning out to be a perfect day. I found two gigantic Flamingos kissing and bought a card. Next, I slipped over to his work and basically filled the back seat with balloons for his Valentines SURPRISE!


To complete the day, I went to Papa Murphy’s and purchased a beautiful, fresh, fully loaded pizza. This was my first time so the girl provided me with complete instructions! “The instructions are on the top and your’s are the ‘middle’ instructions because of your choice of crust.”

Sounds simple enough. Honey came home, we went for a long bike ride and came home starving.


As I prepared the oven he handed me the instructions and unwrapped the pizza. The aroma of all the toppings and seasonings filled the air. I read the ‘middle’ instructions. “Okay, four hundred degrees, cook for 18 to twenty, on lowest rack in oven. I have got this!”

“Hey do we cook this on this paper thing?” Eric asked.

I read the ‘middle’ instructions once again, OUT LOUD.

“Honey, it says nothing about what to cook it on,” I replied.

In about five minutes, I turn around to Eric almost screaming at me! “HEY! I need some help here, I don’t know how we are going to get this pizza on the rack,” he stated, with half of the pizza in both of his hands and the pizza appears to be, GROWING!

I ran over to help him. We attempted to fold it over, scoop it up with a spatualy, and scoot it over to the rack. (We are always determined, if he begin something it will be completed). After quite sometime and both of us being covered in Garlic Butter from one side and red sauce from the other. We now had an oversized crust with all the toppings with different sauces combined together, folded over in a calazone shape and placed it on the rack. Which we had pulled the rack out of the oven, to see if that would help.

Let me help you visualize this disaster. As we stood back and looked at this pizza, we now had a pizza covering the entire bottom rack of our oven. I had pizza sauce in my hair, up my arms and his hands continued to have bits of uncooked pizza crust stuck to it! The fresh crust is sagging in between each slot of the rack down into the stove top.

By this time Eric is speaking to me in a loud voice and explaining how we were not able to put this in the oven. I was laughing so much that he was trying to not be upset with me. (It doesn’t matter, I now think most things are funny). I said, “Hang on! I will call your mother!”

Betty could barely understand me as I laughed and laughed, I attempted to repeat the story, “Do you remember how you cooked Papa Murphy’s pizza.”

She was laughing at me and Eric, who was complaining in the background and swearing he was throwing it away! Unfortunately, she didn’t remember. So it was back to the drawing board.

I called the store, continued to laugh hysterically, and asked how to cook this pizza. The sweet little voice on the other end of the phone, chuckled at my story and said, “Mam, you are supposed to cook it on the paper pan it was originally on.”

Simultaneously, Eric barges out the door, onto the patio, with the instructions in hand, waving them like they are the winning lottery numbers! He says, loudly but still in a funny way, “TEENA, the very first instructions state, ‘Cook Pizza on provided pan.’ Why didn’t you read all of the instructions?”

Still on the phone with the store, I burst out laughing and said, “She told me three times the ‘middle’ instructions.”

We all three are now laughing.

I hung up the phone and we both stood, silently, glaring at this beast of a crust, now dripping in more directions than we can count! Questioning, How are we going to transfer this pizza back onto that? And how will it ever fit again?

We ended up folding it into fours and with four hands. We scooted this monstrosity of a pizza back on this tiny little pan. To avoid Eric from becoming more frustrated, I quickly smooshed the crust and scattered the toppings. It kind of fit, at least enough to cook.

The evening turned out to be perfect! He brought me beautiful flowers, we went for a bike ride and had a pizza adventure of a lifetime!

Life is funny to me. How can an unplanned, not materialistic focused, cooking pizza, Valentine’s Day become such an awesome memory? Because I have learned the journey is the most valuable part of living!

I couldn’t have planned a date night like this, if I tried. But I know neither of us will ever forget it!

I realize life gets you down. Just look at me, I have really had to keep from writing, lately because I allowed the politics to irritate me!

However, no matter what life, is to be lived! Good, Not so Good, Happy times, Down times, they all come together to create a beautiful plethora of colors to experience. I wish I could promise you everyday will be sunshine and butterflies, but I can not.

What I can promise you…when you have down times enjoy the time to rest and recoup because the upswing is going to be exhilarating and you will need your strength to ENJOY it to the fullest. I have never once experienced something negative that the next experience was not unbelievably TERRIFIC!

Keep your head up…You have got this and don’t forget to…

Live Love


Carry On

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Mango and Life

Mango is a delicious fruit, filled with juicy sweetness to burst into your mouth a refreshing, satisfying taste. Life is a delicious journey with juicy, fun adventures to create similar emotions. But have you ever attempted to cut a Mango in half?

As I approached the beautiful fruit, my mind imagined the sweet flavor of the yellowish juicy fruit with some yummy cottage cheese. Combining the two to create one of the most wonderful dishes ever to be experienced. My taste buds were tingling as I reflected back to our visit with mom and dad (Drake), in Kauai.

We would gather Papayas from Ray’s garden, gently slice it open, long ways to gently scoop out the seeds, replace them with a scoop of cottage cheese and Wala! The best breakfast ever imaginable!

Pause…did you know that Papaya seeds are much easier to slice than a mango seed? I was not prepared for my next adventure. In my mind, I thought the two fruits were so similar that as I began inching my way around the Mango, I realized this is not the same situation!

First I created a fine line all the way around. Repeated the motion as I pierced the knife a little deeper into the fruit. Until I came to a point where my knife was not going any deeper. Without realizing the severity of the strong casing holding the Mango seed, I began to gouge at the center. As my fury escalated I felt my fingers squishing the outside (best) portion of the fruit. Juices are now streaming down my fingers attempting to reach my elbows. I am furious with this stupid seed. I peel back the skin portion, pause to lick my fingers, in order to get a better grip. Continuing to tug, stab and rip at the outer casing of the seed. I finally have one half of the fruit in one piece on my plate.

I felt satisfied, but the emotion of satisfaction only lasted for a fleeting moment. Although I was pleased to have something similar to my favorite breakfast in Hawaii; my attention was quickly diverted back to the stubborn casing around the seed.

Instead of enjoying the fruit with the cottage cheese created as beautiful as, I DESIRED! I…picked up the other half, which was still plagued with this white fiber-like casing, which holds the seed and begin to dig.

At this point, I am determined to remove all parts of this PIT! I begin to gently slice around the underneath of it. I carefully lift it up only to find there are still some attached. I begin to surgically cut more restraints to accomplish the task. My focus is fixed on the removal of the entire middle.

Not to save the delicious fruit, no that is not of any concern to me. Finally! TA DAAAA!!! I am holding the seed in my hand, along with its white fiber-like casing. Yes, I feel AMAZING! Thank you! Thank you very much!

Continuing to feel accomplished I take pictures, create a short video which I have included and begin to eat my breakfast. Only to have my attention diverted once again.


My thoughts were, “Why did I have to remove this ugly, not enjoyable seed with its outside covering? None of this is the sweet portion or what I started out desiring when I began creating this dish.”

Next, I began to pick at my dish, I had actually created. “This isn’t like the Papaya. I don’t know if I like this. I am bummed. All that work and for what?”

My solution became simple, I just took a long way around to find it. In the end I cut the fruit into chunks and mixed it in with the cottage cheese. It was not the same taste, but its differences illuminated and isolated a different, yet equal flavor.

Does everyone else do this? Do you squeeze the sweetness out because you are obsessed with the pit? I didn’t plan to write about my breakfast, but the evolvement has been savory!

As I compare life to a mango…I wonder how many sweet-savory moments have I celebrated for only a moment because I was so obsessed with the flavorless pit or downfall. I was overtaken by the what ifs. So I had to delve in deeper and deeper until I found the root of all answers. The seed! The who, what, when, where and how this delicious fruit can to be so MAGNIFICENT! Instead of just enjoying the fruit. (I get it! Do you?)

But did I have to dig deeper and deeper to enjoy the fruit? No, I didn’t have to see, touch or taste the pit to know it wasn’t the best portion.

Are you digging for the seed? Or are you enjoying the fruit?




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Happy Coaching 101 (day four) tbc…

Yesterday, I left you hanging because you received exactly the information, I received when I told this nice (strange, to me at the time) lady her first Happy message.

At first it was the usual, I send the message and no response. I messaged her the next day and said, “Are you okay? Do you want to continue your coaching?”

Normally, I do not feel the need to have a response, but for some reason my confidence was way down, due to the circumstances. You see, after she told me about her loss, I questioned, is their happiness after losing a child or your husband? I wasn’t sure and nor did I want to find out. Therefore, like many others I chose to not talk about those horrific events or possibilities. God had a different plan!

Please note that my first response, when she requested Happy Coaching, was No. I am not sure this is what you need! Why? Because after she told me her circumstances I was pretty sure a grieving counselor would be best. However, she sternly insisted and explained, “I have already done all of the counseling, I am going to do. I wish to receive your services.”

Now for her first response to the message. After sending it I heard nothing for about twenty four hours. The next day was rapidly ending when I receive a text that said, “NO.’

“No? What? No you do not want to continue? No you won’t create the map? No you won’t take the imaginary eraser and erase your pain? What is the No for,” I asked.

I received nothing for another twenty four hours. Then this is the explaination…”No, I will not erase anything! No, I do not want to discontinue the coaching! No, I do not want to share, but did create it.”

Okay? I thought. Then I sent the next message:

I am glad you chose to not erase all the tears, pain and hurt you have had in your life. Now it is time to create the next portion of your life map. What you want or desire? The past map was for you to recognize that you have had some fun life experiences and to see how many skills you have developed. The imaginary eraser was for you to delete the pain. However you quickly realized erasing those down times, you would be erasing the good as well because no matter what, there will always be ups and downs. But to erase the pain is to also erase the life with your child and husband and although losing them was terrible and hurt dearly, you would not have wanted to miss being with them on this journey. Enjoy, creating the life you want to lead. What does a typical day look like? Where do you want to live? Do NOT hold back allow the freedom of your imagination.

Please note, I know how difficult it must be, to focus on the future with all your loss, but this is one portion of our steps to finding your own happiness. That is to recognize the past has brought you to this point and no matter what you nor anyone else can change it. However, it is up to you to decide how you incorporate your paradigm, into your future. The main goal is to NOT live in the past, learn from it, enjoy the good parts and now only focus on the future (end of message).

I learned as much from this lady as she did me. We didn’t talk on the phone, she paid in money orders, and nor did I have her address. Even when I attempted to make excuses or bow out (due to being unsure I could help her) she would insist and deliver me a message.

From what I have learned is everyone suffers at one point in their life. Whether it be losing a child, divorce, death, drugs suicide, accidents, job loss, illness and much more. Everyone is on their own path and we all handle circumstances differently. However, one thing is for sure…Happiness is a choice. You can choose to mourn for the rest of your days and highlight the catastrophes. Or you can choose to live for the next great adventure and highlight the accomplishments.

On a personal note…I have had some of my dear friends suffer great losses and I am super sorry for that. My only hope is for you to remember and illuminate the GOOD in those loved ones you have burried. Try not to focus on their absence as much as their triumphs. My dear friend, who lost her son to a deadly illness always told me, I don’t want him to be known for his illness, death or his name to be emotionally attached to sadness or despair. Rather, she wants him to be known for his life, accomplishments, and his kindness he brought to the world. Wow! I must say that is a phenomenal desire and wouldn’t our loved ones be so happy to know, we are celebrating them?

God Bless!

Until we meet again my friends, your legacy will live on.







Happy Coaching 101 (Day three)

I felt like Wednesday was the day to share this particular coaching session. Honestly, I could write a book on what this lady taught me. Her messages, her thoughts, sometimes silence and her perspective. You see, this special lady taught me how to understand my messages, to accept them and most definetly share them. I have been strictly instructed to only tell her circumstances and an extremely vague description at that.

This lady had suffered great loss in her life. She has buried a child and her husband. That is all you are allowed to know. The saddest part is I was not allowed to save the majority of her coaching messages. Only those that were extra special, such as this one. However, those were her wishes.

Message: First…create a map,  a map of your life include pebbles, big rocks, water, whatever terrain that best describes you and your life. Including pathways, roads, highways, speed limits, marriage, births, special events, whatever it may be that you can remember, about your life up until this point. It is your creation. You may share with me if you so desire or not, either way it is up to you.

Second…I am givng you an eraser. A gigantic eraser and your instructions are simple, ERASE ALL THE BAD! I mean erase every tear, painful moment, trial or tribulation, everytime you felt less than, worthless, fearful, hopeless, destroyed. Erase them all.

Her response was priceless! But guess what? You are going to have to wait to see, what her response was and my come back message, until tomorrow. Why? Because I want you to create the design of this woman, her age, feelings, appearance and create this ‘hero’ in your head. And maybe you can go ahead and begin to create your life map. Who knows, we might be on to something, psst, I think we are.

To Be Continued…




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Hey, if you are just now reading this post, skip back through Monday and Tuesday’s post Happy Coaching 101- 1 & 2. These are samples of actual coaching messages some people have received.

A Bit Sentimental Today! 3 hrs. @ Gym…

You won’t believe what I did today! Since 7, yes seven in the morning I have been at the gym!! I know that sounds crazy, but I literally spent three hours there. AND…when I left I thought to myself, if I wasn’t so darn hungry, I would not be leaving.

Eric and I realize, we are typical Americans, who set crazy New Year’s Resolutions and yes, you guessed it, decided to join a Fitness Gym! However, I truly don’t think that was Eric’s ‘true’ thought about this ordeal. He says we need to get in shape, because he quit smoking this year and you know what that does to your body. (I know it is terrific when anyone quits smoking, but it isn’t the easiest when trying to maintain your younger figure LOL).

However, my belief is he wanted ME to get back into the gym. NO! Ladies do not get offened thinking he is insulting me, REMEMBER who the writer is! (If you don’t know me, here is a little clue, I am one of those…who has a fabulous husband and wonderful life and I am super grateful!) Anywhoo, I do believe Eric, secretly realized I couldn’t maintain a lifestyle of eating, watching television and/or attending a nightly pub for a few drinks day in and day out. Don’t get me wrong, I love being with him so much, that I will attempt to lead whatever his lifestyle may be, but I fear it was wearing on me.

He started talking about looking into a gym shortly after our trip to Hawaii. I blew it off and didn’t think much about it. During our stay on the farm I didn’t have one spare moment.  I was either running to Louisville to see Ashby, meeting with friends, hanging out with mom or Nick, meeting about Livelove  or working with Kentuckiana News. He even mentioned how happy and busy I was. Then we came out here, had a lovely evening with our friends the Tovey’s and Lebrannos. The next, first week of 2018, I was kind of sad. Not seriously depressed or anything, just a little sad. Wanted to stay in bed, didn’t even feel like writing! I just felt blah. He took me out to see some of our friends at the bar. That was fun, but I continued to feel like something was missing.

Friday morning, Eric wakes me up and says, “Hey, we are being a guest at Lifetime Sunday. Okay?”

I rolled over and rubbed my eyes, “Okay? You sure you want to do this?”

Of course he blew it off and was rambling something as he left like, “Of course, I have always wanted to walk into a gigantic gym and feel wonderful…blah, blah, blah.”

Even when Sunday came, I must admit I tried to back out of it! I was like naaa, we don’t have to do this. Although I was not saying it outloud, Eric heard me, somehow. I know he heard what I was thinking because he said, “Oh, no! You aren’t backing out, we are going and at least look at it.”

I reluctantly, agreed. At first, I felt like a nobody, walking into a gym and thinking, “Everyone is going to laugh at me or stare at me.”

I remembered my years as an aerobics and dance instructor. Anytime, I saw someone coming in new, I would quickly approach them to ensure they felt important. I never let a new person come into the gym without me introducing myself and making them feel welcome. Truthfully, many of the country clubs or fitness clubs I worked at, did not care about customer service. They almost had a snobbish feeling about them. That is probably why I was super sensitive towards the new people.

However, this trip was NICE! It was different for me to have Eric with me. I told him I couldn’t think of a time we had ever been in a gym together. He said, “That’s because I have never been in one. I worked out at football in our fitness room, but nothing like this.”

After I paused a minute, I realized he was correct. The reason I couldn’t remember was because he hadn’t come with me. I was amazed. I allowed him to do most of the talking, question asking. At the end he said, “Yes, we will join today.”

If you can imagine my face. I think my jaw dropped to the floor. I sat there and looked at this man, whom I have adored for many years, we have been best friends forever and I taught fitness classes, gosh, for at least fifteen years of our marriage, and I was speechless. As the customer service rep went out of his office, I continued to stare at him in almost a panic! LMAO. Then I said, in a sweet, calm, extremely quiet voice, “Are you sure?”

He went on to explain why he made his decision and how it was at a low price for the ‘New Year’s People’ like us. He also continually said, “Hey and there are no annual fees or contracts. So, if I get too busy, I can drop anytime I want.”

I began to lighten up. He was correct, we were in need of some health changes, to keep up with all the fun activities we want to do. We set up appointments and were on our way. It was fun! We began meal planning, as well as prepping, immediatly. He began working out last night. Yes, he whinned a little bit, but it was a cute whine. Truthfully, he liked it. I am not sure it is as far as he ‘loved’ it, but he seemed to be okay.

THEN TODAY HAPPENED! Oh my, let me tell you my friends, I am on wave nine! (Instead of clouds, I love waves, so I am on wave nine). After reading this portion of my post, you will see why I am pretty sure, WE joined the gym.

I arrived at 6:45 AM. Completed the assessment. Then thought, hey, I could go do some physical therapy, in the pool. As I approached the lap pool, I will admit, I felt a little bit uncomfortable. I kept my towle wrapped around me, sat on the edge, and slid my toes in the 88 degree lane, filled with water. The water felt so good. I began with a few, easy laps. Stretching my arms out as far in front of me as they would go, then thrusted my legs behind me to propel me a little further. I could almost feel each water molecule, spinning as my body displaced them, creating a wonderful feeling of freedom. No restraints, no worries about falling, my leg didn’t ache nor did I feel as though it needed protection.

An hour went by and I was almost ready to go when one of the sweetest ladies approached me and said, “Would you like to join us for water aerobics?”

She introduced herself and I replied with, “YES, yes I would like to join.”

Before, I knew it I had been at the gym for three hours. I felt and feel TERRIFIC! I met several people and we plan to meet up once again, tomorrow.

Now, you see why, I have my conspiracy? My honey, does want to improve his flexibility. He does have a multitude of goals, but I think he had other motives, as well. While I was writing this, he called and asked me all about today. I know I sounded like a little kid with my, and thens, or next. I described my entire morning with out taking a breath.

Why did I feel compelled to share this with you? It is actually for both you and me, this time. As our company evolves and we continue to look for more and more techniques to help you find your happiness, I feel that this new/old lifestyle will attract more greatness for us to share. As I learn I will continue to share with you.

The greatest thing I learned today. Surround yourself with people who want to improve, and the desire will become contagious! When greatness is all around you, you will want to be great too.

I am a bit sentimental today, but it is in a good way. I am grateful for my life, my husband, my children, mother, entire family, friends, my talents, gifts and more, than I could ever list, without boring you to tears.

You are already GREAT! Just allow yourself to be.





Are you just complaining or is it time to change ?

As I listen to couples belt out what he or she did. I often wonder if I could record their conversation, take him or her out to lunch and tell them to listen closely. Next, I would say, “This is a test! You are no longer allowed to return home. Instead, I have arranged for you to stay at the Going Nowhere, motel off of third and main. Your instructions are quite clear. You may continue to go to work, but you may not return to your home, where your significant other resides. You may not contact them, nor question what is going on.”

I would then provide them with the recording of the awful things they said to or about their spouse/loved one. It would be up to the two of them if they join again or part for good. However, I often ponder, as I listen to people complain, if they simply don’t have enough in their lives to say something nice or if they truly hate the one they pretend to love.

Don’t you wonder? Wonder about the people you choose to have in your life. Those that sometimes you so vicariously discard, mistreat or take advantage of, if they were not in your life, how would you feel? If at the moment of your harsh words, you were told, “Okay, you can’t find any good in them, then move on.”

How would you feel? I don’t know about you, but I choose not to have people in my life that can’t say, be or feel nice about me.

When my hubby walks through that door my eyes light up! My world stops and I immediately hug him around the neck. And Slap a big sloppy kiss on him!

This writing is not to scold you. But it is to remind you…think before you speak, act and allow FEAR (False Evidence Appearing Real, Jack Cannefield),  to ruin something beautiful. Remember, what you say sends that vibration. Whether they know it or not. Also try not to forget, how you would feel if they were gone? How would you feel then?

Last little Love tip of the day: If you close your eyes and feel better without that person in your life, it is time to make some changes. Life is meant to be filled with LOVE! You can only be treated as good as you feel about you. If you are feeling less than, you are probably being critical, not very nice and mean. If you are receiving some hateful, unpleasant emotions from someone, look in the mirror and ensure it is not how you are feeling about yourself.

Written by: Momma Teena





Some days are diamonds…

Okay everyone you all should know (because you are a bad blogger, social media guru, author, wife, oh I almost forgot even better a BAD human if you don’t keep up with a million posts, birthdays, anniversaries, moms, dads, aunts…Oh you get the point!)

Anywhoooooo, you may know it is me and my husbands twenty fifth anniversary, today! Yes, November 13 we were married on Friday the 13th!! Because it is my lucky day, if that freaks you out, you might want to stop reading this particular post. Why? You ask? You see my dear friend this won’t be a tribute to how wonderful the past 25 years have been and how he is my hero! But rather a few funny things that enter my mind when you are celebrating your twenty fifth anniversary! with another human. That human who began with you on a journey full of lust, more lust, more sex, and YES EVEN MORE SEX! So keep reading, if you so dare because I am on a roll this morning in paradise and you never know what is going to come out of these fingers 😉!

My first thought of the morning is, on this marvelous anniversary is, get up early so I can clean up and smell good and feel all rarrrrr sexy!!! Mmmmm I am feeling frisky!!! HOLD UP!!! Were you actually about to believe that horse sh_t (Look, I know people cuss and actually in an ‘adult environment I am kind of bad with a couple of my favorites! However, some of the people who I respect in this world are so good to me, that I never want to offend them. Even if they never understand what the hell I am talking about, because I am the weirdest family member they have! You understand, right?).

Where was I? Oh I get up early because doodie calls! Literally, it’s time to pee at 6 am!!! “Come on, it’s my 25th a__ hole, you couldn’t let me sleep a little bit longer?”

Okay, get up, slip on Hawaiian dress, screech open the stuck door that when it opens the entire neighborhood knows, Teena is up her bladder named butthead and butt named donkey are at it again.

I take care of my business…and I pause and think, “Maybe, I should take an early morning shower, he might feel like twenty five years ago. (I drift off back to when hard ons were like the jungle. You saw them as never ending).

Then I thought he probably will wake up feeling frisky, but what about me? (I switch back from my day dream, look in the mirror) I say, “Ehhh it’s early and I probably have to go again, so I have got time to decide for now I will take a nap!”

I mean I was correct on my decision, I did have to get up again in like 30 minutes. Hence, that’s why I am writing this post. I mean I honestly do feel all gooey and ooey about my honey bunny and I am truly more in love with him now, than I was twenty five years ago. Fortunately, we have made it!!!

But come on yall veterans, at this 25 years and beyond! All that hoopla was horse sh_t! Yes, you still love that man if you made it through twenty five years. Yes, you have been through some hard times that won’t seem to leave you alone. YES HOPEFULLY, you have had some good sex, that’s like a cool breeze that will taunt you forever! (If you can’t hear the tune in my head that keeps playing, it is John Denver ‘ Some Days are Diamonds and Some Days are Stone!)

But I must say I am here at twenty five years of celebrating and to be honest I can’t believe some of you woman who have lied and said, ” Ohhh it gets better just hang on one more day it gets better!”

When they for d_mn sure knew it is, what it is!

It is an accomplishment!!!!!!

I will give you that! But everyone’s like what are you going to do on the ‘day’? Don’t you guys want to ‘do’ something together? Like a romantic dinner or sex on the beach or sit and sweetly tell one another how amazing he or she has been for the past 25 years.

Listen up!! If you haven’t told him or her how amazing they are a great deal of the time over the past 25 years — YOU AREN’T CELEBRATING YOUR 25TH ANNIVERSARY! Nope not happening.

Okay, so the funniest questions we have had and I say ‘we’ because I have heard Eric get asked the same questions, are, “Omg, how did you do that? That is so awesome! What is your secret?”

Let’s get one thing straight there are no dag on secrets to marriage of 25 years staying together. Even if there were they would all be individual secrets, this isn’t a one size fits most deal! And noooo, we aren’t from the generation where, “If it’s broke, we don’t junk it we fix it!”

Actually, Eric and I are from the generation of, if it fits for awhile wear it, but things do wear out so throw them away and get new, generation. So nope that’s not the reason we ‘made’ it 25 years.

Ohhh I love this one, ” Mom and dad you guys are amazing. Except, it’s difficult for us kids to live up to that because we want it ‘just like you two!”

Shut the F_ck bleep, bleep, bleep up!!!!

We worked our butts off to ensure you guys had what you needed and wanted to live a happy fulfilling life. Some days it was good we were so broke because it financially made sense to stay together.

Yes, we love all four of you and yes we have enjoyed each of you as well as each other. But kiddos, being best friends is easy because we typically choose people who love what we love to do as are best friends, but as a mommy/ daddy and husband/wife, well that’s more of a role not a choice. Therefore, our only advice to you is live each day one step at a time, if in doubt don’t go out (it says on the beaches in hawaii), but in life I disagree.

Sometime you have to go out when in doubt, nooo not into the ocean, that’s stupidity, but in life. Ensure your doubt is not fear, follow your gut if it feels right then follow that. If a little doubt creeps in or the what ifs creep up, pause to ensure its not an emotion from the past seeping into the present.

Okay back to 25 years that became to deep, but hey we owe our past 25 years to them. Not because we stuck together ‘for the kids’ but rather we stuck together because we remembered how much fun and sex we had BK! (Hahahhaha, Before Kids).

I don’t know where I was going with that!

As most of you know I wrote a ‘Sex Ed’ book and have been working on a relationships book, but I just can’t wrap it up. You see I find things so comical now, that writing any guruish deep, serious, tear jerking, sappy message doesn’t work for me anymore. I don’t feel shameful, I don’t feel judgemental yet I don’t feel judged any longer.

How did we make it 25 years? Hmmm having alot of fun. Can it be that simple? Yes, it is. We have always tried to have fun together. We don’t have the same opinions, thoughts, or even all the exact same interest. But we always have fun.

I interrupt that last thought, to announce…Eric just peeked around the corner and said, “What are you doing up so early? You have been out of bed for like two hours?”

I crouched down as I begin to giggle, I say, “I just wanted to get a little post in on our 25th.”

He laughs, starts the coffee and moves about, to get dressed. We have a funny conversation about poop. We remembered one of the grandkids told Mamaw, the elderly think about sex, poop, eating and napping. I am beginning to see the similarities.

It looks like our day of deciding what we are going to eat, where we are going to burn in the sun, or meet up with a good friend named Larry or his brother Gary. So for now, here is to twenty five years of marriage to the same man.

The same man who Let me choose some creepy day to everyone else Friday the 13th. The same man who never followed a rule book it was right for one and right for all. He is a long list of things and they are all pretty wonderful. He is a good man and I plan on keeping him around for as long as he wants to stick around. I can promise him my heart always and forever. Not because the past 25 years have been perfect however, because I have had alot of laughs. You make me laugh on a cold rainy night or when the sun is shining bright! Keep the funny coming babe! I love you, Eric Drake.

PS. As I wrap up, trying to edit this post, Eric pours me a cup of coffee, stares at me (as I try to reread), and then he begins to talk…I acted like I was listening then I heard the word work and I could feel myself feeling guilty. I began to listen and he wanted to do something for his project and he knew it was our anniversary and felt guilty. I literally paused took a deep breath in and said, “I love you and happy anniversary. You should definetly check into work.”

We have never been off work this long, ever. On just vacation. So there ya go fans of the 25 year anniversary club, you don’t need a celebration with a big hoopla on the big 2 -5, if you are having fun almost everyday the BIG ‘ONE ANNIVERSARY’ is whatever you want it to be! Because daily happiness and doing what you love, being where you want to be and with your best friend to share in this journey, well its true…it’s paradise!

God Bless