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Deez Butts Bar-B-Que

Along the side of interstate 65 South, there is a marvelous sign advertising one of the world’s most awesome flea markets! Not sure what exit, but I know it is in Shepherdsville Kentucky. As we traveled to Bowling Green for a family reunion, last Saturday a new sign caught my eye. Dee’s Butt BBQ. It was adorable.

Of course, I must provide you with a scene: I am driving down the interstate, on a time line, mom is in the passenger’s seat. We are chit chatting back and forth. She is making fun of me for being Ms. Social Butterfly in Dollar Store and appears to be fretting over the time frame because we are supposed to be at the reunion by 1 o’clock, their time. She hasn’t told me she is worried, but I know. However, I had planned accordingly and was confident we would arrive promptly at 1.

Then it happened once again! I saw the sign of the cute pig, with her back to us and it was advertising some of the best BBQ in the area. The first sign I ignored. Then the second sign appeared and I believe there was a third, but secretly I might have made that up! My body was screaming BBQ, my mind was saying, “Do it. Turn off. You have time. Enjoy the journey if BBQ is what you want, stop and pick it up.”

I decided to make myself almost nauseated so I had an excuse! Finally, the exit was coming up…what do I do? My palms are sweaty, my stomach is burning for fear of what mommy is going to do or say. I knew I was about to upset her. I Weave in and out of traffic, Oh know a trucker has pulled between me and the exit! Oh forget it, I will eat at the reunion. I dropped my head and just kept listening. It’s okay I know we need to arrive on time. Truthfully, I didn’t need any BBQ anyways. (Keep reading I will tell you about my infatuation with BBQ and why I think I have it!) I was sad, but it’s okay maybe next time!

PSYCHE! Are you kidding me? If you have read anything I have written lately, you will know I miss nothing that is fun and adventurous! Yes, a truck did pull between me and the glorious BBQ! However, I checked behind me, braked, zipped over and shew I made it!!! Now, where is that BBQ?

In her mind, my mother was freaking out, but I reassured her, we would arrive at the family reunion no later than 1 o’clock!

We drove down the road a bit, searching for Dee’s. I must admit I was becoming concerned! What if I don’t find it, I should have stuck to the course. Then the arrow appeared this way to BBQ! Oh no!!!!! It is at the Flea Market! We drove in the gigantic parking lot, booths everywhere, people shopping, signs of corn dogs, fresh veggies and lemon shake-ups, but no BBQ. Finally, someone pointed to the building and told me it was inside. Left mom in the car and I was on the hunt. Funniest thing ever! When I walked in and requested more specific directions, it was on the opposite end of the building. When I finally reached destination Dee’s Butts, a line of twenty people or more were standing there just as excited as me. I will admit I almost turned around, but my heart kept saying no you deserve this, you have come too far, a little wait will not hurt you.

The line moved pretty quickly and I was up to order. I picked it up and went as fast as I could to the car. We stopped at a gas station and gobbled it up. As for the BBQ, it was good. I would definitely recommend Deez Butts Bar-B-Que,  in Shepherdsville Kentucky.

You see, it wasn’t all about the BBQ. It was more about the feeling attached to wandering off the course. Yes, I will admit these BBQ cravings have become hilarious since I broke my leg. I don’t know if my body is craving the protein, for healing or if it is something else. However, I now love BBQ and I love to stop, chase down a stand and enjoy the feeling of hmmm…let’s call it Big Butts BBQ. I love the adventure, I love to taste it and savor it.

We arrived at ten till one and everyone was happy to see us. It turned out to be a magnificent day visiting with family, eating more food and being together. (The BBQ was a precursor to how amazing our trip was going to be!)

If it is BBQ or canoeing it doesn’t really matter what brings you joy, but if you want more joy then do more of whatever it is. There are many paths to take in life, the greatest part is you get to choose when to change paths or want to continue on. Live to be happy!!! You deserve it.

Livelove

Watch “Abraham Hicks 2017 – Curing Mental Ilness” on YouTube

Wow! Fell asleep at 9 PM last night only to be awaken with nausea and frustration at 3 AM. I am unsure why however, I crawled out of bed, gathered some necessary items to calm my stomach and then laid down. Now it is 5 AM and I am still awake. 

I have meditated, blogged, tossed and turned, but nothing seemed to help. I finally decided to listen to an Abraham-Hicks on you tube. The message was so powerful I had to share with you. 

Listen to the lady recovering from mental illness! She is on a terrific path. However, can anyone identify a relatable message from one of my previous writings? Of course, it is her paradigm holding her back. She ‘worries’ about what people think. Why? Because of her past issues. This is what I was explaining…learn from the past, but do not live there.

This is a great recording! 

Life is waiting for you to enjoy. You create your own reality? Yes, therefore begin this day…this Monday morning to change your conversation about yourself. If you have struggled with mental illness in the past then leave it there. Who are you now? Not 15 years ago! Live for today! What do you have planned fun today? Anything? If not search for the fun moment throughout the day. Then right before you crawl in the bed write down at least fun or funny times you had, throughout the day. Can’t find many? Then begin planning for tomorrow. What will I do for fun tomorrow? Tuesday evening, write it down again. Repeat this until your conversations consist of how much ‘fun’ you are having. Before long all you will have to talk about is how much fun life is and how when you think it, it happens! 

  1. If others around you do not appear to be amused or as inspired, send them a pink bubble in your mind, full of laughing gas and it burst in their face. Only to force that person into a contagious laughter!
  2. Do not be afraid to tell the people you love and enjoy to be around, if their negativity or hateful words are hurting you. They may not understand at first but it won’t take long for them to catch on. 
  3. Most importantly enjoy! Be happy with the process or journey of life through finding your joy. 

Livelove

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!)

 

Could It Be? That Easy?

As I reflect back on our 4th of July Holiday I question the real meaning of life. Could it be the celebration of Independence Day is to be surrounded by people you love and that love you?

It seems so simple, to be with loved ones creates the happiest feeling of all! Whether it is one, twenty, or twenty thousand it doesn’t matter. The laughter, food, hugs, games, and feel good vibrations. Even if you have a bump in the frequency to bring you down for a minute it’s right back up. 

I am unsure if I should say,  ‘Meaning of Life’ or should I! Because as I reflect on the past July 4th Holidays I can remember it didn’t matter who I was with each year we laughed, played games, soaked up the sun and they have all been terrific!!! 

For many years we spent an entire week celebrating the Regatta. Running from event to event, pageants, food, boat races ect. Last year we were in Mexico and I didn’t think it could ever get better than that! However, this year was just as fun!!! Playing on the river, swimming until we were burnt up, roasting marshmallows, learning to play corn hole, grilling out you name it if it was FUN we did it!! 

I guess the best way for me to sum it up is Independence Day is a day of celebration of life. If you are fortunate to be with all of your family or you live away and surround yourself with friends. It’s about celebration, having fun, and laughter until you pee your pants!!! 😂😂😂 that my friends is the meaning of life!!! 

Have Fun!

LiveLovePink!! Never forget God Loves You No Matter What!!!!

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!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Camden on the Lake Resort, Spa Yacht Club

Nestled deep into the woods; down a long curvy road is a beautiful resort entitled,  Camden on the Lake Resort, Spa, Yacht Club. Eric has a friend who is a part of the Yacht Club and invited us to visit. Our first weekend was perfect! The service was fabulous, excellent band, and great people. Our second visit was wonderful however, I have some suggestions for the resort to increase their ‘family’ appeal. Just keep reading I will explain later.

Before I continue I would like to thank Mike and Genece for allowing us to enjoy your beautiful small piece of heaven. You opened your Yacht to my family, fed us, entertained us and made us feel like family! Both of you are awesome.

Back to the resort. I would recommend Camden! It is a beautiful resort strategically placed in a cove that provides scenery  beyond belief! Unfortunately, I missed the sunrise both weekends because we were dancing until wee hours, in the morning. However, the sunsets are those which make you stop and think. They were layer upon layer of fascinating colors blended so perfectly that you were frozen with amazement, until the sun had completely set!

Camden offers a magnificent decor along with the amenities. A fire-place, glass shower with benches, microwave, refrigerator, sink, and a dishwasher. The patio served as a perfect spot to sip on morning coffee.Other, amenities are a swimming pool with a swim up bar, small game room,  jacuzzi, bar/grill, full restaurant on the top floor, an Aveda Spa and much more.

All of the employees are friendly and willing to help.

Of course when searching for a unique place to visit everyone wants to know, what is the cost? Here is one of the negatives. The first time we only spent a couple hundred a night. Not a bad price for such a beautiful resort. However, the second time the cost had almost tripled. Although, we were fortunate enough to have our friend receive a discount, due to his membership, but that is ridiculous! Therefore, if you decide you want to experience Camden on the Lake Resort, check the rates!

The drive from Kentucky was about seven hours, but a magnificent one! We briefly visited ‘Lake of the Ozark.’ It was full of small pubs, restaurants, unique stores, a beautiful dam and a car show in the middle of the street? Yes, you read it correctly. When we drove through this quaint little town a line from the beginning to end were automobiles. It was a car show and people were everywhere. Although it was slow-moving traffic I must say it was fun! Nicholas kept saying, “Slow Down! Oh look at that.”

He continued to talk about the car show the entire weekend! This is definitely something to look up and attend. If I had more time, I would have spent the entire evening walking the streets of the Lake of the Ozark’s town.

For those of you who love to travel with your family, I am unsure if this is the place for you. (Unless you have a yacht, there is not much for kids to do.) You might ask why I would make such a statement? Especially, if I loved this weekend getaway. There just didn’t seem to be enough for kids, I am mainly talking about teenagers. If they weren’t twenty-one they couldn’t go to the swimming pool across the cove. They couldn’t dance with us and it seemed that after 9:00 P.M. it was an ‘adult only’ scene.

I am not complaining. I had a wonderful time. Made some great new friends, enjoyed dancing, swimming and laughing. However, when we took our two teenagers they were bored. I met several new visitors and they said, “Camden lacked family activities. We have enjoyed it, but not sure if we will return.”

Therefore, I think the resort should advertise as a twenty-one and up vacation spot or provide some other activities. I am unsure what they could plan nor do I claim to be an expert at ‘fun time’ for kids.. I simply do not want to encourage families to visit somewhere, based on my opinion without knowing what to expect.

I think anyone who loves water, a beautiful setting, and needs to get away, Camden on the Lake is a perfect place. If you and your honey need to slip off by yourselves to snuggle or have a night filled with dancing and good people; this is a definite small slice of heaven, for adults.

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If you love to travel as much as I do, you will want to read my post I will provide you with the best sights to see, activities, and anything you may need to avoid!

Love,

Your Pinkologist!!!!

Beautiful picture of the lake!

Beautiful picture of the lake!

Sunset over the lake!

Sunset over the lake!