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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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Sunday thoughts…

If you have been reading my blog you will know I am on a magnificent journey and I want to share it with you…so come along and enjoy with me! 

As I laid in bed this morning I continually received a message to write about the down moments or the not so happy thoughts. Which I don’t like to do very much. However, it is a portion of life we all deal with just some more than others, so here it goes. 

4:00 A.M. eyes pop open brain is racing, get up go to the restroom and go back to bed. Sound familiar? Only to close your eyes tightly and beg to go back to sleep! That’s what happened to me this morning. I would toss and turn, cover up only to strip off the blankets slowly almost like a form of bedtime excercise. Finally, I laid as still as possible to keep from waking up my husband. BAM! then it began! 

What began? You ask? The flood! A flooding of thoughts, emotions, past scenarios, negative events, sadness, hopelessness, fear, anxiety, criticism the list could continue. As I write about it my chest feels heavy, my palms become sweaty, my neck hurts. I search my paradigm (past people, places, events that make up me) for a good connection, feeling or frequency. Anything to counteract this moment or feeling. Why did I have this moment? If things are so wonderful and my life is magnificent, why would I spend the most important time of my day feeling yuk? 

To be quite honest it is part of life!! I am sure at this moment you are saying, “Thanks Teena! I already knew life sucked why did you need to remind me?” 

Those moments are inevitable to life because it’s a frequency. What goes up must come down. Meaning everyone will have moments of struggle or what I like to call trough of the frequency. The one big difference is how long you stay in that state. Bare with me this ending is phenomenal! 

Let me give you an example: after a beautiful vacation you come back refreshed and ready to go. Then Monday morning comes and you don’t feel quite so inspired that is normal. If you love your career and life this low feeling or sadness will pass quickly it’s just you were so happy and relaxed for that amount of time the routine is difficult get back. However, in a few short minutes (if you are happy) those feelings quickly flee. 

Notice I continually said if you are happy, if you are on the right path. If you are not then those sad thoughts, feelings, frustrations, which will creep in for fleeting moments for everyone, will not be fleeting, but rather they will stay! 

I know you don’t want that and I don’t like those feelings so now it’s time to reset! How? Change it, in your mind. Now at first this isn’t easy, but once you make it a habit it becomes fun. 

Step one listen for a minute to the conscious mind. For example: this morning my mind would say what if they criticize your writings/teachings, what if they don’t like you, what if you are a flop, what about an unnamed person, who I spoke with last night, took offense to the message I gave her. By the time I began playing my game to erase these thoughts I could have cried. I was sad, worried, frustrated and feeling quite disgusting/ fearful. 

Now it’s time to come back! If your mind says what if? Say in your mind well what if and fill in the blank. Example: what if you never get on Jimmy Falon? My mind says: What if I do and I hug him, all the Roots Band, his announcer (can’t think of his name) and blow big kisses out to crowd!! 

Okay I know that was my come back, but it was fun and I know you could see it. I have a big smile on my face from just writing it. But you get the idea. I usually don’t even let those what If’s continue but today I did for a little longer to help you. The funny thing is my end result was amazing! 

Anything, negative your conscions mind tells you, stop it!!! Yes argue with it. Yes bad things have happened in your life, yes you have suffered, yes someone has said mean things to you, but do you enjoy that feeling or what I call is a replay, like watching a rerun over and over again, thinking that it’s being filmed the same way each time. Create the feeling of joy, argue until it becomes fun, don’t fight just reset! Idc what it is you want to have, do, or be!! You can have it! It’s not that I don’t live ‘real’ life I live just like everyone else, I feel those emotions in the valley, the only difference is my life is on such a high frequency that I choose to only be in the valley for short moments, to remember how awesome life really is! 

Take time today to stop the negative thoughts, experience them but then shut them down. Talk to yourself, create the image you desire! God Bless and never forget you are a gift! 

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!

 

 

 

 

 

 

True Story! Changed My Life Forever!!! If you get bored or don’t like to read just skip down to the bold text….Changed my life FOREVER AND EVER!

Yesterday on September 7,2016 my life was forever changed! I began my day as normal… fixing Nick’s lunch, sent him on his marry way, working on the computer, marketing my book, posting and writing articles. At about noon I sat in front of my computer and began to cry! I cried and cried. I am truly unsure what I was crying about I was just being a big baby!!!!

I randomly received one of the sweetest text from my daughters new boyfriend and lifelong family friend, thanking me for being kind. I explained how appreciative I was and told him about doubting myself and thinking I made a mistake! His text in response to my blubbering and feeling sorry for myself: “Of all sad words of mouth or pen, the saddest are these: it might have been,” John Greenleaf Whittier.

You would think I would accept it and get over feeling sorry for myself!!!!! However, I cried some more, thanked him and began to pray. Continuing to fight the horrible selfish feelings of ‘poor me’ I called my mom. Oh wow, was she in for a big melt down! Of course she is always open to listen and help whenever needed, poor thing she has been putting up with me for over forty years!!

I proceeded to explain my emotional roller coaster through the outburst of tears, “Oh mommy, I have made a mistake! I miss my friends, all the kids, I can’t stand working on the computer, I can’t figure out how to create a good website, I want to make the world a brighter place, I want….IIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!! You see the trend? Yes it was all about me and I! I was not being grateful for my opportunities, husband, children, mother or anything else for that matter. I was having a selfish, horrible, insecure moment like none other!!!

What happened next changed my life FOREVER AND EVER…

I went to the grocery and was minding my own business. Everyone was so kind and helpful that I had already began to feel ashamed, for my outburst of negative energy. I saw this woman in a wheel chair, still beautiful and vibrant, but her husband was pushing her. She was probably about forty or so. I smiled at her and kept walking. (My little spirit was saying you are an awful person for feeling sorry for yourself, life could be worse!) I went to check out and they were behind me…I asked, “Would you like to go in front of me? You only have three items.”

She smiled and said, “No, I don’t get out much so waiting in line is okay.”

Really? Teena Drake, God is stomping all over you with messages. She didn’t say much else and he didn’t offer to explain. Although if you know me I want to know everyone’s story! But they did not appear to be open to discussion.

Then it happened…I turned around and they were gone! What? Where did they go? Did I offend them? I quickly scooted out to see if they were down another aisle or checkout line. Nothing. While I was trying to find this lovely couple, I passed a lady standing behind me! She was skin and bones and slumped over a bit, had a red bandanna on her head, and appeared to be alone. .

Her demeanor was frail, but sweet like a breath of fresh air. Even her aroma was exceptionally pleasing. She looked at me and said, “I know you…I watch your videos. You scared me to death on that bicycle riding down Coopers Bottom Rd.”

I have to admit I was stunned!

“Yes, I love to ride my bike and I love posting videos, but I do not do it all the time.”

“Why not? Your videos brighten my day! I laugh at you and sometimes go back to watch them! I think you should post all the time because people like me, who are sick and can’t get out a lot live vicariously through you!”

I began to give her excuses, “Sometimes my hair hasn’t been colored, I don’t have any makeup on, or I don’t think I am good enough. Have you seen how professional even the kids are on YouTube?”

I even explained to this woman how I worried about my blogging was not good enough!!!!!

(At this point someone needed to slap me, but she just grinned.)

Next she said, “Honey, life is too short. If you want to do it do it! Enjoy each moment and you have a gift. So go home write, post, blog and make videos. The world needs someone like you and you already make the world a brighter place just keep doing it!”

I teared up and checked out. The young man helping bag my groceries was asking me a question… I turned around to thank her and ask her name…She was GONE! I looked at the cashier and said, “Where did that lady go? You know the one I was talking to about my videos? The lady with the bandanna? Hello????? Where did she go I didn’t get her name so I can’t look her up!”

The cashier looked at me puzzled and said, “What lady? I am sorry are you okay? You look pale and are you crying? Did I say something wrong?”

That poor cashier was worried sick. I stood there and just cried. Looked around like I was lost! I felt like a dementia patient for a moment. Everyone was starring at me as I continually searched for this precious nameless woman who had changed my life forever. I calmly pushed my cart to the truck, unloaded and sat there with one last cry. However, this cry was a grateful one. I thanked God for his gift of love and made a grateful list immediately.

Now on September 8th, 2016 I want each of you reading this to know! You don’t have to be perfect. I may post videos of me walking the dogs or riding my bike or just something funny I thought of, but it doesn’t matter because I know I am helping someone else smile and laugh. Take time to laugh it is the most healing emotion you can have.

I love you all and God Bless!!!!

Written by: Teena Drake: the crazy lady who calls herself a pinkologist to make you laugh!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Who am I and why would you want to follow me?

Who am I? My name is Teena and I am the one in the picture standing next to my wonderful life partner Eric. As you may be able to tell my family is amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!! Unfortunately, my beautiful step-daughter is not in this picture, she is pursuing her Masters and could not get away for vacation.

My profession at this time is educating eighth graders in integrated Science. However, my lifelong dream is now coming into fruition. I am pursuing a career in writing. If you follow me and read my blog you will laugh, cry, giggle, learn, be intrigued and enjoy funny stories about life.

My current book is about Sex Education. Oh I forgot you will probably read a great deal about Sex. Sex education, Sex after forty, Sex after marriage, a great deal about SEX and relationships. I am not sure why, but it always comes up in conversation, when I am around. Maybe because it is one of my favorite topics. Not in a porn type either just a fact of life. LOL

I love people of all walks of life and love to travel. I do have ADHD therefore I struggle with sticking to one topic (that might be why I keep skipping around and it has taken me 8 years to complete my first book!).

You will also read about public education, students and their struggles, marriage, parenting and great places to travel or not so great!

I love water! I love swimming pools, spas, lakes, rivers, the ocean, and if I can not get to any of those I am happy with a hot bath. So expect to read about some fabulous vacations/holiday places! I will always try to post pictures of sights to see, great food, service and lodging.

My favorite color is PINK! Not bubble gum pink, but hot pink! I love it so much I have incorporated it into my new career path. As I present my book, I will have pink everything. I have even began studying the color pink and how it is best described as bubbly, happy, fun, joyful, free-spirited, laughter, irresistible, and much more. Hence the reason my kids have now began calling me Mommy the pinkologist!

The most important piece of information you should know is I love God and my message to the world is he loves you!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOO I am in no way shape or form a religious fanatic. I truly do believe God Loves and Accepts EVERYONE!!!!!!!

My intentions are to post everyday for the next 365 days. I truly hope I can fulfill this goal. This is my first blogging experience so it will not be perfect. Oh who am I kidding, I told you I have ADHD I will never be perfect. Sometimes I may skip around, but I promise if you will keep reading you will get a laugh at one time or another and learn something as well!

My motto is from Jack Canfield- “If it aint fun don’t do it!”

I hope you enjoy the next 364 days with me, if I miss a day (which could happen especially if I am traveling) I will catch it up! Come follow me on a great adventure. I can’t wait to empower you to have a fun-filled life and take time to enjoy!!!!!!

Your Pinkologist!

Teena Drake