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A Mammogram?

As I was talking to Eric about my post about legacies, he began asking me about my own. It was a short lived conversation because he really does know what I want people to remember, lol. Why? because when I am practicing a speech or workshop I constantly stop and ask him to, “Repeat back to me what he heard.”

Only to ensure I am sending the message that is directed in the right way!

So he quickly diverts my attention by telling me about something funny or a great comedian he heard on Sirus. Today was Ms. Pat! He began chuckling then began laughing as he was telling me about her description of Mammograms! He was laughing so hard and then he said it! He said, “Teena, I thought of you and your ‘funny’ story about mammograms. I couldn’t quit laughing!”

First of all, if you have been reading my blog for very long, you know that my husband, best friend and better half does not think I am funny! Lol we tease about it all the time. So there is the first YAY for me!

Second, MAMMOGRAM! Oh my goodness! Are you ready to laugh?? If you don’t have time to relax and read this, STOP, and come back to it later because you will probably get a terrific laugh out of this story!!!

I remember the day like it was today I had just returned home from the doctor. It was a simple Biometric testing so no worries, I thought!

My doctor asked how old are you? I told her. She said, “When was your last mammogram?”

I stopped and said, “Duh, never!”

I thought she was not going to let me come home without scheduling and that day! I finally convinced her I would, just so I could go home 😉.

Of course I am not a good liar and she knows that, so I had a scheduled appointment before I left.

As the day approached I think I called that gigantic, overwhelming office building three times. Oh no big deal! I thought I might have the flu, the next call I wanted to ensure I was on the schedule and who was that doctor again, my final call is I needed the address. (As I laugh to myself while writing my thoughts and fears from the past). I know that if I had so much as broken a finger nail, I would go back to bed and cancel!

I did not cancel and I was proud of myself. (I know this admits that I am a huge baby, but you must know I didn’t even take my mommy and I always take my mommy to the doctor with me, always, even after 40!) I drove directly to the beautifully adorned hospital with its gorgeous chandelier that does nothing except make my premiums go up, and… (pause, inhale/exhale) went up three floors, opened the door to the correct number (hold your breath for just a second so when you laugh you will be able to catch your breath) I had entered a male enhancement office. No! No one reads the sign on the door!!!! The lady looked at me a bit funny, but I guess this kind of thing happens all the time, right? I continue on, to sign in. My delicate signature that is swoopy, curved and yet big enough to be bold, Teena Drake,

The secretary had disappeared, so I sat down! I remember thinking it must be guys days to get mammograms! They must need to be checked regularly, right? (I truly don’t know anything about men receiving them or not). A few minutes passed, maybe more like fifteen or twenty! The lady calls my name up to the window and I promptly jump up with insurance card in hand, slide it through the window and she leans back as though I had cooties or something, snootily pushed the card back towards me and says, “Where are you suppose to be?”

Still confused I reply with, “What do you mean? I am here for a Mammogram and I am wondering how long this is going to take?”

She says Ms. Drake, with a southern draw, you are in a male enhancement clinic. That’s why I am asking you where you are suppose to be!”

At that moment I stopped and was as still as a statue! Don’t turn around, Teena, just say thank you, step backwards keep walking towards the door! I kept thinking, how am I going to get out of here, without looking at these men. I am surely not judging, at all. I have heard some stories that would say go baby go! However, this is entirely a different story!

Okay, maybe I should turn around say real loud and very Clown like, “You guys ROCK!!! NO LIKE REALLY YOU ROCK!!!!

Nope because truly I have no idea what I am talking about. I turned on my heals, politely bowed my head thanked her (for nothing) and exited the building.

Needless to say I missed my mammogram, had to reschedule and will include that story in my next segment of Mammogram??

Actually I should have entitled this entire post Fake News!!!

However, then you might not have read it and I wouldn’t have had this teachable moment!!!!!

Please continue to read, hold your attention five more minutes! This is important!!!!!!

If you enjoyed this reading and you laughed then my mission was accomplished!!!

However, my next mission is to assist you in life! As a teacher I must explain why this next message is super important to millennials, adults, students it doesn’t matter who you are!!!!

The majority of the last story I wrote was fiction. No I am not giving you an English project, but rather an important life lesson!!!!!!

You see when I was a child and searched for something to read it was in a library, where everything was clear and definite! Fiction/children/nonfiction/news/documentaries! The rows were marked, the books were genre labeled, there were no muddy waters or lines to cross.

Then I heard someone recently, in the grocery store, “Are you sure, I think I read on Facebook…”

The rest of the conversation was not worth repeating. However, the statement reminded me of the multiple research papers I had scored, that were filled with ‘fake news.’ Yet, those students would stand behind their research no matter what! Others would look at me puzzled as to why I would question Google!

Your message is, when fact checking, do it again and again and maybe even again. Also if you are fact checking someone said or did something to you, call them and ask. Because it’s merely fiction or gossip unless you hear it for yourself!

In such a fast paced world with all information, thoughts, and advertising swarming us, twenty four- seven, it becomes difficult to decipher facts from fiction. In all cases check and check again before you speak!

Don’t forget Dec. 8th is upcoming! It’s open to the public, begins at 7!

Educators, please use my writings and or several others, for examples of ‘unmarked’ genres. Even if they have a PhD, check your facts about his or ger credibility. (Not necessarily this one unless you enjoy answering questions about male enhancements). But have them follow my blog or you and allow the students to edify my writings.

Thank you for reading as always I cherish you for supporting me! My main mission is to share with you my life lessons, to allow you to enhance your own life, by being the happiest, best YOU!

Livelove

Carryon

http://www.livelovellc.org/home

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Strippers? 

I titled this writing for a very specific reason. I have been studying marketing strategies for my new business and my discoveries have been astonishing. As I have said before, good advertising and marketing experts are fearless. I unfortunately did not receive this particular talent. I am bubbly and great at one on one sells, if and only if someone seeks me out. Which poses a dilemma for my company. Therefore, I have spent a multitude of hours searching, observing and studying people’s reactions to post, how many likes, comments ect.

I have watched politics on a federal, state and even a county level become illuminated on social media. I have observed how the news grabs our attention and place mostly fear into our paradigms. (They also replay the same old horrific stories over and over again.) However, this last topic really freaked me out, how much attention it received. Strippers Celebrate by Counting Their trashbags full of Money! 

Why did this freak me out? Honestly, it wasn’t the post, my Ashby posted, it was the OVER 300 OR MORE responses. I was tagged in it and finally watched it. I thought well they are happy and that’s a good thing. Then as I began to respond to my daughter in a funny way, (because if you know her she is not an advocate for taking off her clothes in front of men, to please them. She could do it, because she is beautiful, but one bikini contest and she was like nope nope nope not for me). 

What happened next is where I became freaked out. She had 100s of comments. Each time I attempted to type a comment it would say more comments are loading. I read maybe three or four. Those, in particular, ranged from a positive shout out to say hell yea you go ladies to a lengthy response of how bad this profession is or these women are ect…

Now I am not disputing anyone’s comment and nor did I read who posted what. However, I am wondering about the marketing strategy here. Wonderful people places and events are presented or posted each day yet strippers ‘Being Happy’ caught a wide variety of peoples attention, and not very many supportive ones. 

I do have a quick story to share with you to take up for my friends, who chose their career path that was unconventional. I was 18 years old working at a little restaurant in Po Folks. A group of ladies came in at least ten of them. They were laughing and chit chatting amongst each other. None of the other waitress wanted to wait on them, so I said I would take them. What happened next was FABULOUS! They stayed an hour past my shift, ate and were  simply a blast to wait on. Their entire bill was probably 120 dollars (Po FolKS was not known for their expensive meals just good home cooked food and sweet tea.) When they left we all hugged and they assured me they would be back and only ask for me! Guess what? When I went home that day, I realized the hour in a half was well worth the extra time. Above and beyond the other tips, those ladies tipped me 150 dollars! Guess what? They were strippers!!! Did I know that at first? No! I just treated them like anyone else. Were they beneath me? No just a group of women who were comfortable with themselves and they laughed more than any other customers I had ever had. 

I told you that story to end with this message!!! I don’t care what you choose to be when you grow up. However, be careful what you choose to read or respond to. Before you click on a post or read an article think how it is going to directly affect your thoughts and attention. The goal is to be happy, but if you only feel the need to read about negative or horrific stories, then that is what you will have to talk about. Before you know it you will be living in that judgmental, concerned with others, hateful, critical life. Is that a fun frequency? Not for me.

As for marketing I guess I will just need to keep sending out positive vibes. As for those people who  continue to desire a better life they will seek me out. 

Your real message here is…BE HAPPY WITH YOU! if you don’t like where you are at this point change it. Don’t pass judgement on others, just find your laughter and the rest will take care of itself.

God loves you no matter what!! Yes, even strippers!!! God Bless You and have a great day!!!