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I must apologize to my family, friends and the transgender who I met in the doctor’s office…

Yesterday, was a great day!! You ask why I want to apologize? Oh keep reading! After you have finished laughing until you cry, then hopefully you will accept my apology.

The scene:  the sun is bright, heat index high, it is 9 A.M., and I am in my car with the sunroof open. Yes, it is one hot day in Kansas City, Ladies and Gentleman, but I am loving it. I didn’t realize my appointment was at 9:15 therefore, my hair is in a messy bun and I look like a kindergarten teacher with my free flowing Hawaiian dress on. Although I am a bit rushed, I feel terrific. 

Then the song that just says everything I am feeling, at the moment, comes on the radio. My mind is freely thinking and planning for my upcoming ‘Be Happy’ seminars. I am contemplating the first song to have playing, extremely loud, when the audience enters this most amazing conference. Think Teena Think!!! What song would be fun, uplifting, sets the fun filled event to help people relax and let go? Oh my goodness…the beat just started thumping and I began dancing, yes in my car. Oh I almost forgot, the song was “Who let the dogs out.” 

When the song came on,  I turned it up and began singing, dancing in my seat and waving my arms like I was the rapper/ singer myself. “Who Let the Dogs Out? Who? Who? Who?  Who Let the Dogs Out? Who? Who? Who?”

I sounded great, as far as I was concerned. I was engrossed in the song, feeling the beat, singing what words I knew, laughing dancing just having fun with me, myself, and I.

Why would I apologize? As much fun as I was having and was lost in ‘me,’  I shook my head up and down, then side to side, I was sitting at a red light, next to the gigantic Sprint Company Sign; when I glanced to my left there was a a driver starring at me. I didn’t think too much about it, but of course I had to look again. (Still rocking out like a crazy women) I glanced back to my left only to see someone videoing me, in my crazy, dancing, having hysterical fun state. I stopped for a split second, smiled real big and yelled have a great day. What??? Why do I care? 

To be honest I didn’t until this morning! I realized, if someone posted that video my family and friends might be a bit upset with me. Therefore, I am taking the time to write and apologize. I realize my life has changed. Yes, I have always been happy, but my happy now is living life to the fullest. If the music moves me well so be it. If dancing like a crazy lady is what I feel at that moment, yep I am going to dance. Therefore, if the video is posted and you happen to see it, just mark it up for that’s my mommy, daughter, wife, friend, Mrs. Drake or Teena; you either love her or you don’t. 

As for the beautiful transgender in the waiting room. I am sorry for not complimenting how beautiful you looked in pink. We had a great conversation about Ebay and I enjoyed our moment of conversation. However, I hesitated to say anything about your outfit why? Honestly, I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable and I feared some of the people might have made you feel that away. Therefore, if you ever read this, you looked beautiful and you had my favorite color on. My message to you is live on, be free and love yourself! I apologize for not saying anything. 

Feel good today! Take time to dance in the car, sing to the top of your lungs, dance in the rain and love one another. If someone is watching or videoing you let them, they may need the pick me up. 

God Bless!

Livelove4ever!!! 

 

Accident or Law of Attraction? What do you think?

IF YOU DONT READ MY INTRO AND JUST WANT TO LEARN FOR YOUR OWN LIFE GO TO PARAGRAPH 7!!!! BUT READ 7 AND AFTER PLEASE!!!

 Since my accident on December the 8 2016 I have pondered greatly, written a tremendous amount, Prayed more than ever and learned more from all of the above than I could have ever imagined! 

I doubt I will share everything at this time, but I would like to share a little. My hope is I help a great deal of people the majority of the time.

Before December 2016, I had come to a place in my life where I was sad, confused, happy, contemplating, hot then cold basically I was beginning the stages of menopause. I quit my job, wrote a book, wrote on ten other books, walked a great deal and prayed a little.

My son was now a senior. Although I had everything I was feeling that sense of sadness and what am I doing with my life. My hormones were out of whack it was a minute of turmoil. Next I literally sat like a zombie from December 8th until March 1st. I was in limbo. 

One day I began researching the law of attraction, hypnosis (which I studied under a great hypnotist Joe Stotts in 1990), and Louise Hay: You Can Heal Your Life a book about the meaning behind your injury or illness. 

What happened next was and still is absolutely phenomenal!!! I figured it all out, okay maybe not everything, but enough for me now. Life is….

What?? Yes life is what you say it is. At that moment when I was lying on the ground with my eyes beaming into a drainage ditch, I had a choice. A choice to live, have fun, take chances, laugh until my cheecks hurt, help when I am needed, begin to use my gifts from God, be grateful, love and let go.

So why would I bring a broken leg into my reality? Well of course I didn’t intentionally bring it in, but the aftermath has almost illuminated, where I was before  to show me where I was headed or what, I should say, is what I was attracting. My vocabulary was I am sad, ugh I am mad, I am bored this is sad, the list continues on because that’s all I talked about. 

I know sometimes it’s difficult to see but even Isaac Newton said every action will have an equal and opposite reaction. Same goes with what you focus on you bring it on.  Then I read the portion of Louise Hayes You Can Heal your life.

It said broken leg lower extremity fear of stepping out into life and fear of moving forward. The symptoms of menopause where the feeling of not being needed. Wow!!! Okay those two were pretty serious.

Therefore, I began the process of healing! I read the affirmations the book provided, began meditating, segmenting, and enjoying life more each day. I may have had some minor aches and pains, but those were reminders!!!!! 

What can you learn from all of this?? Live! Actively live your life, look for the good, find your joy and peace. Leave your judgements at the dump because we are all on our own path! Allow others to experience their own emotions and if people, places or things irritate you ask for heavens help and leave them there. But honestly if you continue the process of visualizing, segmenting, speaking out loud what you want and forgetting what you don’t want or have,


 very little will irritate you. I am having a GREAT journey. I wake up daily anticipating what new and wonderful things the universe has in store for me. I have great moments all the time. I see everything  a great deal clearer! 

So while your here in this physical experience create your utopia and live it. If someone says you live life with rose colored glasses… (like I hear all the time) smile and say Thank You!!! Because I will take my vision with rose colored glasses over the storms and turmoil any day!! Biggest message for today is have fun at whatever you do!!!!!! 

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!