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Cat Litter & Relationships

How can cat litter and relationships be compared? If you are having trouble in your relationship, at this time, you do not want to miss this message.

Is your partner driving you crazy? Do you wonder why you even try? One thing is for certain if you are struggling…You are living in the Cat Litter Box with generic litter. You know the kind that does not cover up any of the smell and generic toilet paper is more absorbent than this bunch of rocks, you attempted to save a dollar bill on. (Pause…Take a big whiff, inhale, and smell the nasty litter you are using that is ineffective).

Living in the cat litter box with your partner is disgusting. It means that you take a poo, half way cover it up, allow them to do the same, and your smelly dance is never-ending. 

For example: If you are struggling in your relationship say out loud ‘why’ you feel the way you do.

Did you hear your fears from the past come out? Do you realize most of what you said is no different from cat poo in the box? It happens, it will stay there until it is cleaned up, and it smells to high heaven, until it is bagged and disposed of.

Most arguments involve words like: should, could, would, wish, why did you, what if (which is asked due to their or your paradigm= past), how could you and the past continues to take over the future. 

“You are living in the past or holding your significant other to yesterday. Yet expecting them to not return the favor.”

That’s just like standing in a cat litter box taking a poop, your partner doing the same, although it is covered, you keep digging it up, and smelling the disgusting aroma. 

When in reality once the poop is there the choices are inevitable 1. Enjoy the aroma. Or 2. Clean it out by bagging it, tying the top to seal it and disposing of the evidence.

Does this mean it never happened? Come on we all know sh*t happens. But do we want to continue to dig it back up? Is a better question. 

Are you and your partner living in the cat litter together? Worse yet, have you decided to be cheap and using the kind that never gets rid of the smell? 

Recognize what you are doing, decide what or how the significant other could fix your emotions (not that they can, this is only to recognize why you are feeling so irritable with them), and make a good decision for you both.

It is not about the solution, it is about getting out of the disgusting cat liter box!

My greatest hope is you get a little laugh and a lot of relief. You are awesome and worthy of feeling good! 

Sending you LOTS of LOVE!

God loves you.

Living in the past can always be compared to poo. The past happens, but do you want to continue to live then? When you can decide today to feel and smell better? 

Livelove.teena@gmail.com a message for you if you need it. 

Thank you for reading.

As always:

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Carry On!

Written by: Teena Drake

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Graduates of 2018

This too shall pass…

As you aimlessly wander through the ceremonies with oceans of people, some you know others not so much…Remember this too shall pass!

As you answer question after question about your ‘future’ that you are unsure about, never fear! I promise they won’t remember what you said. Therefore if you change your mind (which is more likely than not) it will not matter & yes, this too shall pass.

Graduate, from this time forward it is up to you to choose the path you so desire.

Psssst here is a secret everyone needs to know…

You have UNLIMITED CHOICES!

If one path doesn’t feel good to you, step left, right, forward or even diagonally, I promise a new path will appear if you simply open your eyes.

If your path becomes too difficult take a deep breath and remember…This too shall pass!

Graduate ENJOY! This moment this time space reality because it doesn’t matter if you are enjoying or resisting, the only promise life can give you is…

This too shall PASS!

Written by:Teena Drake

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How dare you share your flatulence!!!

As I swam lap after lap, three men…one, two, & three, rotated in and out of the lanes, next to me.

I swam and swam with a sense of applausable luxury!

Until…Oh my! Oh me!

How can it be????

All three men… one, two, & three, are suffering from gas…where they must let their flatulence free!

Oh my! Oh me…why must you share with me?

Stay home if your belly is full and need a release…

Frrrrrt…Frrrrrt….. (Pause for one, two and three) yet another is free! FRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!

I jump up, lifting my head from under the water, starteled as can be…

Scanning the surface for, which of these three…one, two, & three, had bubbles illuminating, it was he?

Much to my surprise those peculiar three…one, two, & three, had disappeared!

Oh my! Oh me…what does this mean?

As I peeled my new earplugs, out of my ears… the sounds were almost deafening!

And then I realized…the only sounds for me, while swimming with one, two, and three, were ME! 

Could it be? It had to be! It was not they, who I was blaming, Not one, two, and three…sharing their flatulence with me…

Oh, How DARE you share your flatulence with thee!

So the next time you are BLAMING… he, her and me…

Look within , to see, if it is THEE! Who is letting the flatulence FREE!

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How to cook a Pizza…

The new trend is to pick up a freshly prepared pizza and take it home to cook. When this idea first began Betty, my friend and mother-n-law, introduced us to a Papa Murphy’s Pizza. However, Eric and I had never purchased one.

Hold on tight to your teeth because this is one of our funniest adventure!

As most of you know, I was not a very fun Valentine last year. In fact, we were both racking our brains trying to figure out what we did. Finally, Eric said, “Plan it and we will do it!”

The morning came and I continued to fret over the day. Then I jumped up and went shopping. Oh this was turning out to be a perfect day. I found two gigantic Flamingos kissing and bought a card. Next, I slipped over to his work and basically filled the back seat with balloons for his Valentines SURPRISE!

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To complete the day, I went to Papa Murphy’s and purchased a beautiful, fresh, fully loaded pizza. This was my first time so the girl provided me with complete instructions! “The instructions are on the top and your’s are the ‘middle’ instructions because of your choice of crust.”

Sounds simple enough. Honey came home, we went for a long bike ride and came home starving.

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As I prepared the oven he handed me the instructions and unwrapped the pizza. The aroma of all the toppings and seasonings filled the air. I read the ‘middle’ instructions. “Okay, four hundred degrees, cook for 18 to twenty, on lowest rack in oven. I have got this!”

“Hey do we cook this on this paper thing?” Eric asked.

I read the ‘middle’ instructions once again, OUT LOUD.

“Honey, it says nothing about what to cook it on,” I replied.

In about five minutes, I turn around to Eric almost screaming at me! “HEY! I need some help here, I don’t know how we are going to get this pizza on the rack,” he stated, with half of the pizza in both of his hands and the pizza appears to be, GROWING!

I ran over to help him. We attempted to fold it over, scoop it up with a spatualy, and scoot it over to the rack. (We are always determined, if he begin something it will be completed). After quite sometime and both of us being covered in Garlic Butter from one side and red sauce from the other. We now had an oversized crust with all the toppings with different sauces combined together, folded over in a calazone shape and placed it on the rack. Which we had pulled the rack out of the oven, to see if that would help.

Let me help you visualize this disaster. As we stood back and looked at this pizza, we now had a pizza covering the entire bottom rack of our oven. I had pizza sauce in my hair, up my arms and his hands continued to have bits of uncooked pizza crust stuck to it! The fresh crust is sagging in between each slot of the rack down into the stove top.

By this time Eric is speaking to me in a loud voice and explaining how we were not able to put this in the oven. I was laughing so much that he was trying to not be upset with me. (It doesn’t matter, I now think most things are funny). I said, “Hang on! I will call your mother!”

Betty could barely understand me as I laughed and laughed, I attempted to repeat the story, “Do you remember how you cooked Papa Murphy’s pizza.”

She was laughing at me and Eric, who was complaining in the background and swearing he was throwing it away! Unfortunately, she didn’t remember. So it was back to the drawing board.

I called the store, continued to laugh hysterically, and asked how to cook this pizza. The sweet little voice on the other end of the phone, chuckled at my story and said, “Mam, you are supposed to cook it on the paper pan it was originally on.”

Simultaneously, Eric barges out the door, onto the patio, with the instructions in hand, waving them like they are the winning lottery numbers! He says, loudly but still in a funny way, “TEENA, the very first instructions state, ‘Cook Pizza on provided pan.’ Why didn’t you read all of the instructions?”

Still on the phone with the store, I burst out laughing and said, “She told me three times the ‘middle’ instructions.”

We all three are now laughing.

I hung up the phone and we both stood, silently, glaring at this beast of a crust, now dripping in more directions than we can count! Questioning, How are we going to transfer this pizza back onto that? And how will it ever fit again?

We ended up folding it into fours and with four hands. We scooted this monstrosity of a pizza back on this tiny little pan. To avoid Eric from becoming more frustrated, I quickly smooshed the crust and scattered the toppings. It kind of fit, at least enough to cook.

The evening turned out to be perfect! He brought me beautiful flowers, we went for a bike ride and had a pizza adventure of a lifetime!

Life is funny to me. How can an unplanned, not materialistic focused, cooking pizza, Valentine’s Day become such an awesome memory? Because I have learned the journey is the most valuable part of living!

I couldn’t have planned a date night like this, if I tried. But I know neither of us will ever forget it!

I realize life gets you down. Just look at me, I have really had to keep from writing, lately because I allowed the politics to irritate me!

However, no matter what life, is to be lived! Good, Not so Good, Happy times, Down times, they all come together to create a beautiful plethora of colors to experience. I wish I could promise you everyday will be sunshine and butterflies, but I can not.

What I can promise you…when you have down times enjoy the time to rest and recoup because the upswing is going to be exhilarating and you will need your strength to ENJOY it to the fullest. I have never once experienced something negative that the next experience was not unbelievably TERRIFIC!

Keep your head up…You have got this and don’t forget to…

Live Love

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Sunday Funday…

Don’t look too deeply into this picture. It was a funny incident to make Sunday an even funnier day! What you are looking at is an exfoliating mask, by glamglow. It had never been opened and as I squeezed for the third time, out burst this gritty, green, clumpy, goo. I began laughing and laughing, not recognizing where the majority, had ended up.

As I smeared on the face mask and checked to ensure all was well covered, I glanced up and there they were…two tubular, greeish colored, squirts that looked similar to baby poop, formed in the funniest letters, P U. I immediatly began laughing and laughing. Eric came in wondering what the heck was going on.

Of course, when I showed him, he giggled, but also rubbed his head in wonder. LOLOLOLOLOL! I am still laughing.

Isn’t it funny how the simpiliest things can set the tone for your entire day? Of course it goes both ways, if you focus on the sad, depressing issues, in return the world is an unhappy place. However, if you take the first step and focus on the happy, funny issues, even if it is as simple as a mirror oops, you will begin to feel a little better. You will begin to see the world as a much brighter place. Regardless of everyone else’s opinion.

God Bless

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The real mammogram, part two…

Somebody, asked, “Which part of the last story was fiction?”

I giggled a little until I was almost rudely laughing in my friends face! (Good thing she knows me). Anyways, as I attempted to get it straightened out, I replied with, “You know me! I will never admit how silly I am, especially about going to the doctor.”

She looked at me with a half glare and a half stare. However, she figured out I was only admitting SOME of it was true! 😂😂😂

This next story I may have written about, before, but I do hope to help any other big chickens, like me, get their mammogram!

After my crazy escapades throughout the day, I did actually miss my first mammogram! When I arrived, I apologized over and over again. (Thinking, she would be rude and snippy because I messed up the schedule).

The sweet lady, probably around thirty, said, “Calm down! We have mix up in schedules all the time.”

“Now give me a minute, I will look at the schedule and see what we can do.”

I thought, “Wow! She is simply precious!”

As I waited, shifting my foot from one side to the other, looking around and day dreaming of another day I could take off work, to of course, finally get this over with! I think maybe December or… January would be better after the holidays!

My thoughts were rapidly interrupted when, Margaret (whom I thought was a sweetheart) said, “Just have a seat, we have an opening in like fifteen minutes!”

WHAT? Now wait a cotton pickin minute! I wanted to shake my head noooo in a random motion and take off sprinting for the door! I think I can make it if I take proper position, get set, ready, GO! Okay no, I didn’t sprint out, instead I took a seat.

When she called my name, I can remember thinking, you got this, no worries.

The nurse took my vitals and she said, “Calm down Mrs. Drake. You are making your blood pressure be elevated.”

“Okay…I am really trying.”

Then I stepped on the scale and thought I would make a joke, I snickered and said, “I think I need to have somebody break my elbow, so I can’t get the fork to my mouth.” (Laughing and laughing at my own joke).

“Naa, it wouldn’t work they would hook straws together and feed you milk shakes!”

Oh boy, she is good! She never missed a beat, said it and kept on walking. Before she left me in the ‘other’ waiting room, she did giggle and remark with, “That was funny though, keep the utensils from your mouth!” Shakes her head and walks away.

In the beginning it was one large breasted lady sitting with me. She was kind of a mixture between Rosanne and/or the blonde medium, on tv. (But not as dolled up as the medium).

She began, “Hello, it’s your day eh? Mine too! They sometimes get you in and out, but other times you must wait.”

I smiled and didn’t say anything, I couldn’t have anyways!

She continued,”Don’t you hate these things? My husband told me he would take me out for dinner after this because he knows how bad I hate them. Don’t you hate them?” (She sucks in a huge breath of air to ensure she would have enough to finish her rambling).

“I mean and really they could get a better technician, she always has cold hands and a crappy personality. She is not personable. Why do they hire old bitter-bitties to do such a delicate job? I mean it hurts when she smashes these into that machine! Then she says get closer, stand up straight, suck it in, let it out, don’t move. All the while she is pulling and turning my boobs.”

Shew, she took a breath, but only to end with, “Don’t you agree?”

Don’t tell her Teena, just nod your head and let it go! It’s all I could think. However, I am really honest and of course I said, “I don’t know, I have never had one.” (With a quiver in my voice).

“What!!! Oh let me see, let me see.”

She turns me towards her, as if she was going to give me an exam. Looks at my breast and says, “You should be fine, I have alot of boob, so it hurts me more.”

As she was reliving all of her past mammograms and how horrific they were, a small framed, yet tall, lanky woman had slipped in the waiting room and strategically sat down, closest to the door. She quietly, almost as if she were talking to herself, chimed in, “I hate these things, my boobs are so fragile, it hurts and her hands are so cold,” (As if she frequented the mammograms so much, she knew the technician, like they had coffee together every week).

This clucking chatter continued to grow by leaps and bounds. As the loud, boisterous lady continued to attempt to ease my mind, new ladies appeared one by one. All had a new horror story. Some where about others and yet some were almost coming to life, as they relived each detail, of the dreaded, torturing mammogram!

If you have never had one, READ ON! It gets better, I promise!

As each name was called to enter behind ‘The Door’ I decided to change the scene, for me!

I mean (not trying to offend anyone), but I love my breasts. And I will do anything to keep them, even if it is essential, to endure a little pain.

As I slowly approached the gigantic door, I remember, physically lifting the girls up a bit, as to reassure them, “We got this!”

The small, late fifties, technician repeated my name, our eyes met and she began, in a robotical way, to explain what was about to happen and her expectations of me. I listened intently, looking for a joke to slide in and break the ice. There, right there Teena… “Now, Mrs. Drake there might be some discomfort, please just bare with me…”

I abruptly interrupted, “Mmmm I might like it…” (Pause, hold up, rewind, I quickly stopped my silly joke).

“Did you say pain?” (stammering around as if to explain I wasn’t meaning the pain, I would like, ummmmm, I was just trying to joke…)

Okay, it’s time for me to panic. I tried to explain my silly words and attempted to nicely tell her, what all I had been told about her. Of course it came out all wrong and I was for sure, I offended her. Until she had my right girl in her cold, bony hand then added the other one…awkwardly I jumped and shivered, a bit, as she gently placed it where it needed to be. As she began to release and LOWER the smasher hammer (I do not know what it is called), a quick pause, briefly happened and as the fear appeared on my face, we both BURST INTO LAUGHTER!!!!

“I mean do you ever think about telling people what you really think?” I asked as my laughter continued through each word.

“All the time! I mean it’s not like I am going to punch you and I try to be careful, but I only have so much, I can do.”

I chimed in as to assist her in her case, “Exactly, it could be worse.”

Not only did we become friends, I survived my first mammogram without a bruise and both girls intact!

Just remember everything is all based on perspective. How you perceive the world around you is, how you perceive yourself. Follow your path with a joyful heart!

God Loves You, No Matter What!

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Carryon

The message is clear, life is too short to live in fear. Enjoy the now.

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(Hope to see you December 8th!)

When you hear_____: Do you think______?

I remember studying psychology in my freshman year of college and being intrigued with the way the human mind thinks and functuons. I love its complexity yet simplicity almost appearing to be twins. Then I began to study fun topics like life, living, law of attraction and the brain, which I now know, has been one of my greatest competitors! 

What? My brain is a competitor? Yes, when I began to practice happy thoughts and emotional attachments, I realized my brain was being a big bully! I know this seems a bit bizarre. However, keep following me and you too may need to do what Zig Ziglar says, “A check up from the neck up!”

Each time I would begin to look up, dream big, or advance, my brain would compare past incidents. For example: I would visualize about being a great motivational speaker, well known by all, as a ray of sunshine. (Similar to mother Teresa but much louder and out spoken.) Yet my brain would reflect and scramble for a memory to relate it to. Don’t get me wrong if I had a good memory of a business, that I was extremely successful at, then she would insert that feel good emotion or memory. However, because of my lack of positive background knowledge or past experiences that brought me wealth, my brain reflects on a negative experience. Why? To protect and serve me ( and you). In other words, if we are continuously trying to stay in a feel good vibration, enjoying life at its greatest lengths, then our brain will challenge any idea that might create us harm. Becoming our greatest competitors when changing our lives. 

My messages have been loud and clear, lately. It is human nature to seek a happy, feel good vibration. Thrill seekers seek thrilling events, lovers seek out a partner to have fun with, drug users either seek out an escape, almost a thrill yet others use to fit in, because their brains do not function like everyone elses. No matter what; human nature is to live to be happy and have fun!!! Instead many of us are living against our feel good emotions; we are living against our life purpose. It’s time to evolve and find pure happiness. 

How do you know what your life purpose is? I am not positive on the how, but I know that we are to live to be happy. We all choose the way we live. We choose our careers, activities, friends, our salary, and anything else related to our lives. Yes, we will experience difficult times, but we still choose how we react and how we feel. 

If everytime you begin a conversation and the other person says something you connect with negatively. Try it again…and again until you find a feel good conversation. In other words your main objectives is to be happy and if your daily activities or conversations are not happy then change them. Yes all of them. 

If everytime  you hear something you reflect on a negative connatation or situation or you pass judgement on someone because of how they were twenty five years ago, change it! This process may take a bit of effort. However, I promise it’s worth it!!! Life is meant to live, enjoy, laugh, and have fun. Feel the feel good emotion, feel your way to happiness. Will you have small moments of sadness? Yes, but once you have decided to live in a constant state of happiness, fun and joy, you will not ever want to continue in that state of yuk! Or aadness, negativity. You will quickly win over your competitor the brain and provide him/her with a new ‘feel good’ emotion!! 

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God Loves You No Matter What!

Love you!!!!