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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.

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Carryon

 

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Really? Are you joking?

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I know I have posted two already, but just one more and I will be done, for today! Okay? Sounds good to me!

This is a little heartfelt story that most of you could not imagine.

I have a confession to make. Me, Teena Drake, has video fright. I don’t know why this is the craziest thing! I am working on it, but I know I am struggling because of my actions from today.

In the beginning of the day, once I realized my trip of ten hours had been delayed, I planned to write a little bit. I might create one post, but it is time to ramp up my game. Ugh! The truth hurts sometimes. However, as I was researching for a post from my mother, it became more and more clear as to why my ‘traffic’ is limited on my website. I mean, I almost drowned in the sea of postings, rhymes, words, images. Then the thought to follow more bloggers came to mind and I decided to search. I felt like Mr. Wiggles and Mr. Waggles walking up the hill and down the hill, up the hill and down the hill.Until I reach the top to find it was not as clear as what my final destination, really was.

Anywhooooo, I continued to search for The Mind of Kitty blog and for new ones I would enjoy. (Pause, big deep breath in and now exhale), Nothing! I found nothing. By the time I was finished I couldn’t even find my own blog. This is not to blame any of the websites. Heck, I am amazed at all of your potentials…( I am saying that to the website developers). However, tell that to the ninety percent of social media readers/watchers; what is it called? It is not television viewers, not really texters, millennials? Noooo because they were all ages and all walks of life. I guess ‘societers’. Yes, I made that word up. They do not care nor have time to search for one person, let alone have time to read it all. That’s when I realized it is not that people don’t read blogs and enjoy them, but rather they really don’t have time. I mean once I read 7 different bloggers my day was half over. Hence, another reason I  know I am struggling with making videos.

Why? Because like I said before, once I realized the trip was off, I took my shower and dressed for work. Then I continued to find one excuse after another. I set up the tri-pod- that is all I did, I put on makeup, fixed my hair ten times… then it was time for a snack, shew I was starved. Excuse after excuse. Well, it is getting dark so Eric may be home soon. Darn, I missed my chance again.

I have literally cleaned the house, washed all dishes, started the laundry, packed and unpacked again. Finally, I realized it and couldn’t risk blogging about it! Someone asked me, “What about speaking to large groups?”

I have no problem and the larger the group the better, but that video camera and I (pause, big inhale and exhale) we are going to come to an agreement. Until then I want to apologize if I become too wordy and you just wanted to know the message or if there was one. Therefore, I am completing this post with a promise!!!!! (I am smiling really big and so excited to type my promise…), “Oh, are you still waiting for me?”

I Promise, from now on I will no longer waste your time! I will incorporate a Highlighted words somewhere at the top of the post and in the excerpt that says, “This contains a message for you to improve your life for the best.”

Okay, it might just say this is important in bold letters! However, I promise if it is me, Teena Drake, just writing funny thoughts in my head, I will let you know! 

Shew! I hope that helped you, it made me feel a great deal better. One more thing, once I see my friend at Kentuckiana News and she shakes the fears away from me, I will keep my video blogs short and sweet, yet uplifting and educational. We have so many great things to share with you. I am excited to be living and of course, writing.

I know life gets messy and that is okay. We would be bored without a couple or more messes in our lives.

If you are still reading this blog until the end, pssst I have something to tell you…

Follow me, if you want.

THANK YOU!!!!!! From the bottom of my heart, I wish nothing more than for something I write, helps another. If only in laughter or illuminating a thought. Whether you agree with me or disagree, it is still stimulating you to take action and quit sitting and waiting for life to happen to or for you! Wow, that was refreshing! 

 

Livelove

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Carryon

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Be Careful! What You Ask for or don’t you will get it either way…

20171113_1711251607508436.jpgThe funniest thing happened to me today! Totally unexpected! Before Eric left for work he was kind of sad and so was I! We had been together so much lately, we didn’t want to be separated for long periods of time and that long drive was not near as much fun, alone. As soon as the garage door shut, I opened my computer. As I searched for flights home, I became quickly discouraged. Three and four hundred dollars, ONE WAY!

I closed my computer and went on packing the car. I shrugged my shoulders and thought that was silly. As I began to pour my first cup of coffee, I said to myself, “I seriously would wait to go home, if I could ride with my honey, but my ticket would have to be between one hundred and twenty, no more than 150.”

As I began to rest a moment before leaving, I decided to open my computer and look up some black Friday sales. After being logged in about five minutes, a message showed up stating, “Kentucky to Kansas one fifty-five.”

I will admit, at first the twilight zone began to play, in my head. I thought about all the new marketing techniques, but then my attention was quickly diverted back to more information on this flight. As I read it, I text mom to ask her opinion, text Eric and danced around in front of the computer like a butterfly. Oh, what do I do? I felt a little bit anxious. I know I don’t need to spend the money. I read detail for detail again! Then it happened! I received yet another incentive taking it down below one hundred dollars! My excitement and freakiness were growing. I hadn’t heard from mom or Eric, tried to call Nick to ensure he wouldn’t be mad at me, no answer. Finally, I pushed that tiny little button to purchase. Then itinerary wouldn’t show until I selected the day. It was bizarre! It turns out everyone was fine with my decision. No one was upset and I was able to ride home with Eric.

However, this situation created a unique thought process. I continually study the law of attraction, the teachings of a wide variety of religions and how it all relates to each of us. This one event is among many. Ask and it shall be given. What about you? Haven’t you had an experience similar to this one?

The reason for the title? Because isn’t it true? Have you ever said, “I want? Or I fear? Or whatever you have said, you watched it come to fruition. Not necessarily about someone else, but you,

As I scribed story after story about my husband’s beautiful family, it was difficult to stay on task. Not because they were dull, but due to the fact everything they spoke came to fruition. “We are going to get married. We are moving out of this trailer, into a new home. We are moving to the country. We are moving to Hawaii!”

(Just to provide you with a small synopsis so you can follow along.)

But truly these two teenagers were destined for failure if they based their future on the past. They didn’t come from a great deal of money and they were young and dumb.

I can add to their list from above, ten times or more. They may have had some rough times, but both of them would refer back to, “How good they had it and how fabulous their lives are now.”

They spoke it and it evolved. I am not so powerful as to snap my fingers or say abracadabra, however, it is true- speak it and speak it enough and it will appear.

I know I seem to say it over and over again, I can’t help it, “Live life, ask for what you want, enjoy each other and Be Happy!!!!”

 

God Bless

 

Livelove

&

Carryon

 

I Found It, By Golly I Found It!

If you are just now following my blog, no worries, I can catch you up in a split second. I have become BBQ crazy, lately. I have stopped at BBQ spots from Kentucky to Kansas not to mention, our quick trip to Alabama. I must admit all have been terrific in their own way. In other words I have enjoyed this delicious journey. If I didn’t like them I never bash, I simply do not blog. That’s why when I so boldly post I FOUND IT! It is worth checking out.

IF YOU GET BORED JUMP TO THE LAST PARAGRAPH SO YOU CAN EXPERIENCE AND KNOW HOW TO FIND, THIS AMAZING ‘SWEET D’S famous BBQ SAUCE!!!! (I hope they come up with another variety of flavors and entitle one Miss D’s famous BBQ SAUCE)

Picture this…I am enjoying a beautiful afternoon with my mom and Darion, my daughter, @Swisswinefestival 2017. We have finished off the wine tasting tent and we are feeling happy! (Which we feel pretty happy no matter when or where we are, but add a little okay alot of wine and cheese and we become the three amigos!!!! Of happy 😉😉)

Anywhooo they were hungry! Corndog? Nope. Oh my favorite, Ben the Pretzel man? (best pretzels in the world) Nope, still I am not feeling it! Darion mentions BBQ! I said, “No, I have given up on my BBQ quest. Everyone uses someone else’s BBQ and the one I did find, that was amazing, didn’t promote or was not proud of it. So, I don’t want BBQ either.”

I sat and watched them eat. The entire time I watched people line up for BBQ. I took pictures of their advertisements. Cute little Miss Piggy sitting in the corner. Then I had to know. I went and asked the guy cooking the thick BBQ pork chops and ribs. “Sir, Sir…(he looked up with a smile), Do you make your own BBQ?”

His response was quick and proud, ” Yes, it is my family recipe.” (Actually I think he said it’s my brother and father and me, but please excuse me becuase I had stopped listening at YES!)

I stood at the back of the line and tore it apart! I bet it isn’t good although it is a terrific color, I bet it is spicy even though it’s name is Sweet D’s. I bantered back and forth waiting in line. I would hear, in my head, what people told me that made good BBQ. I didn’t even ask him if it was smoked. That’s it! That is what is going to make Sweet D’s BBQ fail in my book. They will have disgusting meat and it will not be good!

Do not sit there and read this and judge me! Everyone has done this before! Found something you loved and continued to search for more of that kind of love (no matter what it is) and you continue to return to what went sour with the first love, therefore you failed to enjoy the possibility of feeling love again, right? (Maybe you better read that again!)

Finally! No more thinking I am up!

“Is it smoked pork?” I asked with a sense of determination that she would say no.

She looked at me puzzled and said, ” I do not know, let me ask!”

Aha! I got you now Sweet D’s. You are a fraud and you, like so many others have poor customer service ha and you, in my book will be just regular, old, BBQ. I guess you can tell I haven’t been pleased with very many of the BBQ’S, lately.

Nope, still didn’t happen. She looks at the same sweet man who is proudly basting the ribs and pork chops over an open flame. He looks at me, smiles and proudly says, “Yes!”

Here it goes, “I will try one, pulled pork sandwich.”

Okay, well priced, friendly, kind, beautiful display and…..

I pulled the bread away, sunk my fork into the perfectly shredded pork and delved into the majority of the BBQ sauce. Ummmmm wait a minute I don’t know if I want to share the amazing feeling, I had when this savory, most precious, beautiful and fabulous flavor hit my taste buds!

Hmmmm, waiting for a brain response pause, go get coffee.

Yes, I will share.

It was….magical, sweet, beautiful, deep, red, bold, but not with a harsh bite. In my book, it was created, stirred, designed and redesigned to perfection. It is the most absolute perfect sauce I have ever tasted!

I have one suggestion and it is not by any means a negative, nor do I know if they do this due to serving so many people at festivals. However, because the sauce was super amazing, I would have loved to have had the option of naked pulled smoked pork. Not because my sandwich was not phenomenal, because it was! However, this morning I tasted just the sauce (to ensure I stilled loved it when I am sober) and it was AMAZING!!!! Phenomenal, Terrific, Superb and awarded by me, Teena Drake, the best BBQ of 2017!!

As we gathered up to leave, the line became longer and longer. I almost walked away without telling the man behind the flames. Then I stopped, turned around, walked back and said, “I have to tell you I have been searching for the best BBQ and you have it! I am going to blog about you, so look for it. Thank you, it was amazing BBQ.

He proudly, once again, looked up and smiled, but then said, “Hold on!”

He took off running around the corner. I thought he was grabbing a card, which was terrific! Nope, he brought me a bottle of BBQ sauce!!!

I offered to pay him, that was not needed. He told me it was their own recipe and when I asked him his name, although he told me, his priority was not to be known by name but by their BBQ sauce! The pride and kindness, illuminated the ‘Sweet D’s famous BBQ SAUCE.

If you need something fun to do this weekend and you are near Vevay Indiana today or tomorrow August 26-27, go to the Swiss Wine Festival and have some terrific wines, but don’t miss out on some Original Sweet D’s BBQ SAUCE. If you are all the way across the country you can order it

@Walmart.com Original Sweet D’s BBQ SAUCE.

I may be wrong but I think this sauce can even be used as a Vegan topping, it says gluten fee, MSG free, All natural No Added preservatives. Yayayayayaya ya!!!!! (Obviously I am not)

What do Snow White and Cinderella have in common? 

As we study a new way to habitually live, it only seems appropriate to analyze some childhood memories. You see in today’s world our queens and princesses are more dominant or independent. However, the original princesses such as Snow White and Cinderella were considered damsels in distress, helpless and in need of a hero. I can remember when I would point out many negatives about the two characters and think how sexist the shows truly were. However, it never failed, if the girls were watching either of these shows, I would become mesmerized and stop whatever I was doing to complete the movie. (I even played the role of Snow White in a school play at one time.)

Today, I am asking you to take a different perspective on our damsel’s in distress! What if we simply accepted their stories based on the time frame they were written and first watched. Would we see their lives in a different light? Let’s see if these two princesses (later to become queen) can impact our lives and strategically place us on a path of least resistance.

Snow White…abandoned by her stepmother (the queen), sent out to be killed, life was spared because? She was super nice and beautiful. You see that Huntsman couldn’t do it! Even if he was going against orders of the Queen. Snow White emitted kindness, caring, understanding and positive vibrations. Now let us think…hmmm how would you or I feel if we were taken into the woods, only to realize it was our last walk from home, the beautiful castle and home are, no more. Although the man who was supposed to take our life, didn’t go thru with the deed, he did leave you or me in the dark and say run for your life! Never return or the queen will kill you! After writing all of that I realize how brave she really was! I would have probably fallen apart.

Cinderella…abused by her step-mother and sisters, expected to clean, cook and take care of her cruddy step family. Only to be locked away in her room when the prince came looking for her. Yet, she continued to stay positive! She would clean, feed the animals, sing and from the stories point of view, she was a blissful human being. Again put yourself in her shoes. How would you feel? Would you refuse to meet all the demands of these horrific people? Or would you leave never to return? I must admit I would have probably been killed on the spot for my smart mouth! However, Cinderella continued to find a good feeling and stayed in that vibration. She would sing, dance, whistle or speak to the animals.

In comparison, both stories have a great deal in common. However, the one common attribute for each princess is their positive attitude. They both saw a better life. Snow White ended up finding seven dwarfs who loved ‘whistling while they worked.’ They didn’t mind their jobs and were ecstatic as well as appreciative of Snow White’s talents. Cinderella found her way to the ball. (Which was an amazing opportunity for anyone in the land). Her prince didn’t only recognize her beauty, but he saw the positive, kind, fun loving Cinderella, for who she really is.

Do you think those are all coincidences? Do you think it was by chance they received what they wanted out of life? Why didn’t they continue in the same old rut and continue to be abused? After a great deal of analyzing these two stories, it is pretty simple to observe how these ladies found their path to least resistance. They had a vision and what their life was, at the time, was not their vision. However, neither princess ever gave up!!!!

I do realize we live in a world full of despair and depression. Is it the president’s fault? Is it your spouse’s? Oh, I understand it is your children’s fault? I also realize these are fairy tale characters we are discussing…does it really matter? No! It is a great comparison!

Begin today, to tell your fairytale. Even if you are a damsel in distress, flat broke, feeling like crap and wishing you could just receive a simple break, in life. The GREAT NEWS is YOU CAN!!!!!!!! What is your story? Yes, everyone has a negative story, but if you listen closely, they only receive a great outcome if they are looking for it. Tell the story you want. It is okay if it is sometimes a struggle, do it anyway. In my home, we entitle this, “Fake it till you make it!”

Isn’t it time to feel GREAT! Feel it, visualize it and receive. Ask for what you want and believe you deserve it. Then receive it!!! Just like these two princesses, yes they had to go thru some crap to receive the life they both desired. However, they continued to feel good and eventually both received a life of joy, wealth, happiness, partnership and much more. You can do this too! How? Change your story it is as simple as that!

Livelove,

Your Pinkologist! (That makes me laugh every time I write it because? It just does!)

 

If you know of someone struggling….

Hello let me introduce myself my name is love, pink, joyful, laughter, fun, accepting, free-spirited, sensual, kind, caring, understanding, insightful, focused, millionaire, educator, magnificent, dynamic, sparkly, diamond lover, debater, healthy, swimmer, who loves others and wants them to come along and take this ‘HAPPY’ adventure with me! My name is Teena Drake, my game is living life as HAPPY as possible.

Wow! Brag much Teena? Nope I don’t have to brag this is how people have described me and the adjectives I have chosen to identify my life with. You see my entire life has been altered for the better of me, but the most exciting part is for the betterment of you too!

You might be puzzled, but allow me to take a couple of pieces of this puzzle and show you a glimpse of the possibilities. I am so excited right now I can barely type! I keep walking away saying don’t do this! It’s to scary to tell the world what you have learned! But if I keep it a secret well I can’t keep this feeling or life! Which puts me in a pickle! Therefore, I am busting out!!!! So if you are ready to see who you are and find that ‘HAPPY’ place you have been longing for follow me on this adventure…as I reveal a lifetime of learning, but let’s begin with what I have learned since December 8th, 2016. The event, the blessing, that had to happen for me to have received such a wonderful gift for the world – that can seem gloomy and sad. It’s a gift full of joy, happiness, adventure or just a hike in solitude the world is a beautiful place as long as you are happy!

First Assignment:  1, Write your name  2. Write all the adjectives or activities, that make up you (NOT OTHER PEOPLE) 3. Now ask by text or email so they can think about it, how some of your friends, family members, or acquaintances would describe you. (The third step came from Jack Cannefield’s writing). 4. Read all of them and delete any you do not like and own the ones you love. 5. Anything you would like to share about this first step to ‘Being’ ‘Happy’ tag me so I can read it and share! I look forward to reading about the amazing YOU!

When I began this process I was unsure how other people would describe me, but some of the things I said about myself were not nice. If you come up with a similar scenario and you are saying negative things about yourself, even if you won’t write it you are thinking it continuously, STOP! I know it’s not that easy trust me, but I promise I can help you. Mmmm I take that back I can’t help you, but I can provide you with the tools to help yourself.

I hope you have a beautiful weekend and remember God Loves You No Matter What!

Please! Please!Please, Share all of my post if you are struggling or know of someone else struggling with this game of ‘Life!’ Why? You ask? Because I have been given a gift that if, I want to keep, I must share it with as many people possible. Therefore, I am asking that you tell your friends and family to follow me on WordPress, Facebook-Teena Drake, Twitter-Livelove pinkologist@TeenaDrake, Instagram- live_love_pinkologist and you tube. When I begin to video this series I will let you know so you can subscribe to Livelove Pinkologist. (Or you can subscribe anyways). Thank you and God Bless Each of You and may you BE HAPPY!

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!