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Don’t I wish, I could give up!!

As my beautiful, peaceful paradise vacation winds down to a aloha, I begin to plan and prepare for the next steps I must take. Mom, asked me yesterday,”Teena don’t you think we should advertise for December 8th?”

(Just because I act like this Hawaiian Monk Seal sometimes, I am just resting to soak up the sun and build strength, Mom and Debbie lol)

As I listened to her ask questions, I paused to feel her emotional attachment. I could hear her worried undertone. Moms know the sound! The sound of worry or fear your child is going to be disappointed or hurt. That sound of not disappointment, but rather a sense of urgency.

Therefore, let me rest your mind at ease (mom) and everyone else who is worried. December 8th is kind of like a pre-celebration! Yes it is a real Livelove celebration. Anyone who attends will receive gifts and be a member/a part of the evovlment of Livelove.org. you will receive emails from time to time requesting your opinion or choice for the company.

Plus, its for you! You will have fun and have a multitude of opportunities to learn something new about living ‘happy.’ However, I don’t care if 10, 20 or 70 show up December 8th. Of course I would LOVE to have the place packed, but not for me, for you.

Why did you write this, Teena? Because my family (who cares so dearly about me), business partners (who continue to try to promote me and I may be easy to work with, but a bit frustrating at times, as well), and for those who really want to come, but aren’t sure quite why, need to know something…

Shew…yes, I sometimes contemplate giving up, walking away and never looking back. No my depressed friends, I am not depressed, so you don’t have to read on for words of wisdom, today.

YES, I consider giving up on my ‘mission.’ But I can not!!!

Nooooo! If December 8th doesn’t go as well as planned, I am not giving up. To be honest, I can’t and as I write I realize I wouldn’t want to!

You might ask why I can’t? Of course my hands are not tied or I am not forced, but I love my life now! I love my inner peace, happiness, joy and continual growth. And…I truly believe that during my accident I was given a message for all to hear. Similar to a preacher, but I would not want that responsibility. You see, I feel that if I don’t share it I will not be allowed to keep this feel good life. Maybe I would forget, maybe I would go backwards. I don’t care I just know I want to continue on, enjoying my life.

Therefore, I am not giving up, quitting or any of the above. Some days might be better than others and I might choose a NAP over a stressful situation, but moving forward I will continue to do.

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Be happy, enjoy, and…

Livelove & Carryon!

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A Bicycle?

I bought Eric a bike!! For years I have begged my honey to ride bikes with me. Then we were unsure how well I would be able to ride. Therefore, when I rode, the other day, he agreed! I can’t describe the exact emotions I had, when we were shopping. They were something like, a little girl who was buying her best friend a bike so they could play together. I was extremely suttle, I acted like it was no big deal that we were in Scheels, searching for the bike section. You see, he didn’t tell me what we were doing, he just told me to come on we were shopping. (I even whined a little bit because I wanted to stay home).

Anywhooooo…he tries to throw me off. We looked at guns, skateboards 😠, kayaks, and everything else in the store. I finally found a sales rep and said, “Ask him what you are looking for.” (Remember this is a gigantic store, it is beautiful outside and this man has walked my butt all over the store like we were bored or something lol).

Eric asked the man where the bikes were. At that moment, my heart fluttered, I almost teared up and then I giggled and held his hand tight and said, “Sooooo we are looking at bikes?”

“Yes, I think you need a bike with gears. I know that bike you are riding has to be hurting your leg going up all those hills.”

My heart sank for a moment. I looked down as we meandered through to go back downstairs because this store is so gigantic and we just spent an hour, attempting to not look at bikes, but really, we didn’t know where they were. Therefore, now we are walking downstairs, to find the back section, in a corner that seemed like in the north pole! As we approached the bike section I knew in my heart it wasn’t for me. Thank goodness because as you all (who follow my crazy stories) know I love my pink bike and Freddy the Pink Flamingo, does as well.

Eric looks at the price tag and reads it outloud without thinking, who he was with,”On-sale for four hundred ninety nine. Hmmm it was originally six ninety-nine.”

I quickly appeared by his side, peered over his shoulder, and in an astonished, shocked and disapproving voice I said,”WHAT? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?”

In my head:

Hold up! If I am correct about three years ago, I called you almost yelling in the phone, how I had found a pink cupcake bike at Sports Academy, for fifty dollars and I was buying it! I said I would buy you a bike, but I have only budgeted for maybe one hundred and fifty.

Then it happened the swaggy, all dressed up, neat and groomed, sales rep showed up. “Hey, can I help you with something? Do you have any questions?”

In my head again, I am like nope no questions here! We are good. Obviously, we are not avid bikers so, no dude back off and keep your gazillion dollar bike to yourself! Butt… (yes, I intentionally mispelled that) nooooo, Eric says yes…???????

He began asking questions, comparing several different ‘professional’ bikes and asking about what the new electric fangled dangle things were.

The sales person did an excellent job. I will say, by the time we left (without a 500 dollar bike) I was convinced the Electra was the bike to have. It was the cat daddy of bicycles. (Who knew Schwinn wasn’t the best, now). The guy actually reminded me of when I was on a roll in selling @townecraft cookware, it seemed like I couldn’t say the wrong words to the people. They knew how excellent the product was, they could feel how passionate I was about it and therefore they bought it. He was on target! (Also we will probably own one or two someday because we both left asking ourselves if it made that big of a difference). For now we are headed to Walmart.

Skip over this part, if you only want to know about Eric’s bike!

Now let me begin with, “Walmart! I realize you don’t really have to have good customer service nor do you have to treat your employees special, but oh how I wish you did!”

Side note everyone this is my, Teena Drake’s brain so this is a side note. If the Walmart corporation wants to hire me to teach YOU- Owners and head CEO and whoever else that is in charge- How to create a beautiful environment that will encourage people to want to shop at your store my email is Livelove.teena@gmail.com.

I mean I know of very few people who want or desire to shop there anymore. However, we do because…Idk I kind of feel like yes I am getting items cheaper, especially if I am unconcerned about the quality or customer service, but I love the employees and feel like as long as I shop there many people have employment. HOWEVER, it would be awesome to restructure what could be a beautiful thing. (Okay back to the story).

Part Two

We look at several bikes. Some were way up and others trapped in a new system, to I guess ensure no one slides a bicycle under their shirt. We compared having fenders, or not, gears were a must for him. After a great deal of belly, cheek, and head hurting laughter (you know the kind that the hurt feels so good) we had decided on one beautiful, basic, black bicycle. As we were rolling out with it, Eric said, “Wow! Look at that!”

I looked up and in the far corner, tucked away, on the top rack was a beautiful turquoise bike, with brown pleather seat, brown grips on the handle bars, with a bold stitching, Indian prints-pencil thin design stenciled on the side, thin tired, with gears, a bicycle, made for Eric Drake!

We pulled the rack out, somehow figured out how to pull it down (yes we asked for help, but no show), figured out the arm holding it down and there it was! It was beautiful and perfect for my honey bunny! He was the most adorable person, I know that’s not masculine sounding, but remember at this point, my state of mind is, we are two little kids picking out my best friends bicycle so we can go out to play.

We bought it, went home and prepared for an evening ride!

From this point forward I can actual say, “They rode off into the sunset, with gigantic smiles on their faces, a bubbly feeling of child like excitement, and lived HAPPILY EVER AFTER!

Please if you learn nothing else from my writings learn this!

You do deserve the very best!

You are amazing!

You are a GIFT from God that loves you no matter what!

Last point (for now)- Life is too short! Have fun while you are here. If riding a bicycle creates happiness for you, do it and if you have a partner who is willing to play with you, do it! No matter what it is you enjoy…DO IT!

God Bless

LiveloveLLC

Email Livelove.teena@gmail.com

Some people are like their own love…

Think of car guys/girls, they love cars and understanding them can be easy, if you understand a little bit about cars.

As I watched my friend in toastmasters speak about his new truck, I had an epiphany! People act like what they love! For example: I love pink! I love to live free spirited…so I definetly act like a pink poodle!!! Bahahahahaha

Or maybe a pink flamingo!

And a car guy or gal acts like an automobile. You can’t push them if you want them to run. If you try to push them they will sit there (looking at you) like your a complete idiot and continually holding their brakes on.

If you attempt negative motivation they respond in the same manner. Even if you try to set fire to their tale -end they will either step aside to avoid any more attention from you OR explode like dynamite. The only way to encourage or understand a car person is to remember they will go at a steady flow based on shear mechanical engineering from the Science of: every action has an equal and opposite reaction, it is always consistent. Now that is the only way to encourage or understand ‘Car’ girls and guys; is remember they act like what they love!!!

I love you Nicholas Ryan and am super proud of you! Keep on being the great car guy, you are!

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)

Movie Kind of Weekend

As I curl up to watch one of my all time favorite movies Bruce Almighty! It becomes clear it is a perfect analogy of you get what you ask for. Think about it there are only two rules 1. You can’t tell anyone you are God and trust me you don’t want that attention. 2. Can’t mess with Free Will And he responds with can I ask Why? God responds with, yes you can ask why, that’s the beauty of it!

The next few scenes are exact demonstrations of the law of attraction, everything he asked or anything anyone else asked for, they received. If they were not goal setting they could be aimlessly controlled. Jim Carrey in his character Bruce Almighty, shows us how simplistic life can be and joyous. But just like we can not truly control all the choices our children will make neither can God (was one of their messages). Therefore, our only choice is to set goals that make us happy and create the emotional attachment we desire. They even utilize funny, blaten symbolism to show how silly we are because we constantly have signs showing us the BEST path for us. Yet, we choose to say, “Oh no, I don’t need any help or I couldn’t deserve that good of a life or to be that happy.”

How many times can you remember making a choice you didn’t feel good about and it turned out to be a disaster? Or a decision that felt so right for you and even though some people questioned you, you knew like you knew. No matter what when you made that decision you knew it was right for you. Guess what? It turned out perfect or even better than you expected, didn’t it?

It’s because you made a decision on how you feel, it made you feel happy.

I have written it before and I will write it again and again and again….

Life is meant to live to feel good, be happy, enjoy, experience, fulfillment and much more. Set your goals and then enjoy the journey. The events along your road to success are fun and extraordinary.

Livelove

‘Be Happy’

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!!! 

 

Why Grow Up?

Someone made the comment to me, “Teena will you ever grow up?” 

I remember thinking, hmmmm no I do not plan on it. Truly, I have already been there and done that. I can remember teaching with my friends and me telling them, I love kids because they haven’t accepted all the judgements, concerns, and hypocrisy of adulthood, yet.

When I say I have already done that, I have. You see as parents we are forced to ‘grow up’ or as I entitle it, conforming to society’s demands. However, I always searched for a way to spice life up a bit, by creating a fun yet safe environment to just be free.

While discussing parenting with some friends we all agreed, we should call and thank our parents for keeping us alive becausee we were fearless at one time. No barriers or connection to fear.

I am not saying you should become frivolous and not care about anything. However, if you take time to create a list of your daily activities and it consist of work, eating, cooking, cleaning and sleeping, IT IS TIME!!! Time for you to grow down a bit. Begin searching for something fun to do once a week. After you begin this journey you will search for more and more. It will become your quest. 

If you are a parent with children at home, my advice to you, is create a family fun time and an individual one as well. When my kids were little I would take a ‘Me’ day. (Probably Eric thinks I live in a me day, now lol). When we didn’t have money to go out, I created family fun days, For example: we had Wacky Wednesdays. 

Wacky Wednesdays or Terrific Tuesdays, Freaky Fridays, it doesn’t matter about the day or title. I knew we had to eat anyways. Therefore, I would make it fun!! Sometimes it was our attire: we all had to wear a hat, a tie, our clothes inside out, or maybe even pajamas. I would light candles, play music, allow the kids to help cook and set the ambiance. There were very few limitations (safety first). Sometimes it was a disaster, but I continually remember even the disasters were beautiful. 

We did everything from desert first, colored our food, and/or special music by the Drake kids. One of my favorite memories is – the evening we had saved to purchase some nice steaks, ice cream and toppings for the ice cream. We began with allowing the kids to create a ‘snow ball’ out of ice cream and roll them in the toppings, of their choice. They ate them first because life is too short to not eat dessert first!!! 

The next portion of the evening was our delicious steaks! However, (remember I only chose to grow up for those parenting moments necessary to assist my kids to stay alive and be accepted) I thought it would be fun to food color all of our food. Therefore, I colored the mashed potatoes blue and for some reason I colored the meat with GREEN. As the evening was wrapping up we were all sitting at the table, in the dark, with at least five candles. It was beautiful. Music playing in the background all the kids were excited and then…Darion needed some ketchup. I flipped on the light, Eric had eaten half of his steak and when I shined some light on his plate, he looked at his steak and immediatly yelled!!!! “Kids don’t eat the steak!!!! It is bad meat!! Teena throw this meat away.”

I turned and looked at my wonderful husband with a puzzled look. “What are you talking about?” 

At that point I realized what was happening and I began to laugh hysterically. The kids were sitting paralyzed, appearing to be in a trance, as well as holding their breath. They all three fixed their eyes on daddy to see if he was mad. Therefore, a ten second period of silence felt like an eternity. Next we all begin to let out a little giggle and one by one each of us began laughing until our cheeks hurt.

Regardless of anything negative happening the end result was all we needed. To laugh, giggle, and let go. 

It’s time for you to choose to enjoy!!! If you have five wonderful events fall into place which creates happiness for you, yet one not so happy slips into your realm, similar to our meat incident; focus on the other five! If you can laugh at your one negative situation and quickly switch it around, then do that. No matter what take time be grateful for the good moments and guess what? More and more good moments will occur.

There is a time and a place for everything!! I agree growing up isn’t so bad! As long as you promise to return to the bliss, honesty, and freedom of being a child occasionally, you will have a great life and happiness will fill your soul.

Livelove 

God loves you no matter what!!!! 

Remember to be happy even if it requires returning to a time when your life was much more simplictic.