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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. 

Color me Pink?

Color me pink, what color best describes you? Underneath my signature on Gmail I have an entire list of titles. Included in those, probably my favorite is ‘Pinkologist.’ What? Why would you entitle yourself such a bizarre ologist? 

This began a couple of years ago, when my wonderful step mom, began describing a man who was a happyologist! She continually repeated I have found your next career. At first I was skeptical, what did it entail? The questions piled up until I had to begin researching who, what, when and where can I study a happyologist? Amazingly enough, it is an awesome career. Companys hire happyologist for a multitude of reasons. These people have job titles which are combined with a broad spectrum of responsibilities. 

After a great deal of research, I can say I study happiness on a day by day basis. Therefore, one of my titles can be-a happyologist. The only difference between the two is my title includes colors. 

What is the difference? My new program incorporates color and happiness intertwined as one. For example: colors are a big part of the brain. Marketing companies have studied and refined which colors to utilize in the commercial campaigns, to ensure buyers are attracted to the product, based on its background or signature colors.

Therefore, as a Pinkologist I began to study the relationship between people and their favorite colors. For me it’s PINK! anytime I purchase something pink it makes me happy. I smile when I see bright colors, but my smile takes over my entire face when Pink is involved! I have written down almost every compliment received on my pink. Pink sparkly nails, dresses, sandals, rain boots and much more. When I am feeling my best and adorned in a pink outfit, I feel terrific. Inevitaby those ‘feel good’ emotions spill over into my daily routines. A pep in my step, smile on my face and life is pinkalicious to me.

However, don’t take my word for it! Try it yourself. This can be your first step on your journey to being blissfully happy! It is a simple task. 

First, continue your day as normal. As colors enter you daily routine, take a minute to feel the emotional attachment to each color. Some you may not feel anything, others you may cringe, but when you see YOUR COLOR! Then you know. The color will provide you with a sense of awe. A pleasing almost natural feeling will come over you. As you continue this process you will feel the fascinating change in your brain and emotional state. 

Colors will change me? Yes!!! If you have read my recent post, you will know my mission is to research, study, and gather information to pass on to you. About? Happiness!!! Living YOUR LIFE to the highest state of happiness, you have ever imagined. 

If and when you attend one of our shows (coming to you in the Fall of 2017 and 2018) colors will be a portion of the demonstrations. 

Begin today to find your color. You don’t have to become an ologist of your color (or you can). The only thing you need to do is find the color which brings a smile to your face. 

Does it have to be one color? No, one of my dear friends loves different colors for different reasons. For example she loves to decorate with one scheme of colors and yet wears another. It’s not about being right or wrong it’s about seeing the beautiful array of colors and find one or a combination of colors, so when your brain absorbs the color it creates a warm- fuzzy feeling inside and puts a big smile on your face. 

For me Pink creates those feel good emotions inside of me and in turn- projects it to my outside demeanor. 

Take time to try it!!! Do not allow outside campaign ads or awareness groups to take your color. When I first began this adventure many people said,”Oh do you work for Susan G Komen with Breast Cancer Awareness.” 

Don’t let those attachments ruin it for your color. Those ‘full of colors’ campaigns are for marketing purposes only, they serve a good purpose, but they do not own the colors. Therefore, when you are shopping, hiking, painting or working see the colors that privide a great emotional feeling inside of you. Next surround yourself with it. I want you to take time this week to find your feel good color or colors.

God Bless and remember YOU ARE AMAZING AND YOUR COLOR ADORNS YOU WELL!!!!!

Take time today to stop…

Take time today to stop and enjoy. If life is not illuminating wonderful scenarios, daily it’s time to readjust. How? You ask. That’s where taking time to slow down, breathe, and redesign comes into play. It doesn’t take long nor do you want to dwell too long because then your mind will allow your paradigm to battle or destroy your great thoughts/feelings.

Today, take ten minutes to go somewhere by yourself and reflect on only good memories. Nothing else, remember the smells, the conversation, who you were with, the laughter. Take time to enjoy the memory/ feeling, even if you don’t remember details it’s okay. Next, look in the mirror and smile, tell yourself I love you! 

Finally your job today is enjoy! Create new memories, be excited about what the universe is bringing to you today.

Have a great day!!!!

Thoughts on living…

Do you ever sit and ponder? What was, is, could have been, or could be? If only I had made this move or said that, then all would be just perfect! Or doubt your past decisions? Maybe if I would have…or could have…

Do you know what? Nothing I just typed is worth your time! Why you ask? Because the should, could, and would be’s are has beens. Meaning no matter what you do or say, you can’t bring them back. Oh if you choose you can continue to attract similar situations but truly: that should of time, you could have decided and if you did your life would have been perfect! Is not possible again! 

Bare with me I know that was a bit of a twister, but read carefully!!!! No matter how rich, powerful, mean, whatever you think you are you, nor anyone, else can bring back the past and change it. It is just the past. Therefore, it’s time for you to begin enjoying the present and the future. Say it out loud!!! I am so excited to be teaching the world new skills to ‘be’ whatever they want to be. People continuously thank me for providing them with a ‘second chance.’

I don’t care what you are happy about say it outloud. Say it in the mirror. You can be flat broke and I want you to go in the mirror, right now, and say, “Mmmm this food is delicious. (Smile real big) I am so glad to see you at my BBQ eating the food I provided.”

 Then chuckle and look ‘you’ straight in the eye and say, I had such a good year financially I wanted to share with all of you. Thank you for everything!” 

Make up your own scenario. Just make it up so you smile and maybe even laugh! 

Yes, learning from the past is important, but sometimes carrying that old load and sorting through which part to learn from can overtake the meaning of living! Enjoy the moment, plan & visualize your future no matter how near or far it may be to you! 

Remember God Loves You No Matter What! Live to 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!