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Need your help!

Here it goes, Lights, Camera and Action! Livelove’s YouTube channel is about to go Crazy! I get so excited every time I think about it. However, I have a few issues, that I could honestly, use your help with. As a new on-line business, with a mission, that contains a great deal of LOVE, for YOU…I am struggling with a few decisions. Therefore, I wondered if you would like to be a part of the ‘decision’ making process. If so, continue to read and participate, if not we will catch you later (you might want to skip over reading the rest of this one). If you already know about Livelove and are interested in having an input, as our family (business) grows and brands themselves, then skip down to number five.

 

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  1. We have the business registered and services in place.
  2. Trademark for Freddy the Pink Flamingo, is all completed (those of you who helped choose him, Thank you).
  3.  Slogan is being registered as we speak.
  4. Services: One on one coaching, professional motivational workshops, for those companies who need extra help with company moral and team work. A new e-book and audible book with the Happy Curriculum embedded into the series, to allow you to learn and enjoy, at your own pace, is almost completed. Educational Seminar for school districts to educate the children, on choosing life/living, rather than suicide. Some exciting new items will be available shortly :).
  5. So what am I missing? Your input on all of this! To be exact…
    • Where would you like to attend a ‘How to’ ‘Be Happy’ seminar/workshop? Is there a preferable location for example? Would you sign up to attend a Livelove seminar in Kauai, Outer Banks North Carolina, Los Angeles? Texas? Or Kansas City? Or in another country? Maybe Italy? or Mexico? You tell me, list it in the comments on Facebook, WordPress, messenger or email us… Livelove.teena@gmail.com I want to know where you would like for our event planning specialist to begin focusing?
    • Last but not least…Do you like our newest member to Livelove LLC? The only problem is she is nameless, for now. Therefore, I did a mini photo shoot for you! She will be creating educational videos for our ‘kiddos’ who are watching Livelove!
    • This is your chance to give a thumbs up or down to _______________, our newest member. Again you can comment on WordPress, Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, messenger, email us at http://www.Livelove.teena@gmail.com, or check into our website http://Www.Livelovellc.org/home and leave us a message.
    • Questions to answer:
      • What should her name be? I have Momma Teena, Pinky, Pinkalicious (this one scares me a bit, sounds a little umm, IDK), or my middle name is Gay after my aunt, I could use her name which means ‘happy’. Or, you provide suggestions.
      • Do you like the pink hair? For educational videos?
      • Glasses? or no glasses?
      • Type of outfit she should have made? (If you didn’t know Physical Fit Flower the Clown was me, but I had to move away from being a white face clown, too many horror films ūüė¶ .
      • How long of videos do you prefer? Five minutes, fifteen or twenty-five…we realize when guest are on the show, they may be over twenty-five, but regularly? (Educational Videos, songs, how to’s, interesting journeys, and much more)
      • Do you think we should post once a day, week bi-weekly or monthly?
  6. Anything else you can think of or suggest for us to help you, let us know!

Livelove is super excited to share with you in 2018! Looking forward to meeting you in person! I will announce her name as soon as we know the final decision.

God Bless!

Livelove

&

Carryon

 

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Here I go again!

Picture this, I am without makeup, hair is up in a messy bun, still in my pajamas and have only had one cup of coffee. That cup is the only evidence of me even being out of bed…THE ENTIRE DAY! So What? I will tell you so what, I should be off to the shower, getting dressed and attempted to look productive. BUT NOOOO…I am sneaking back to my computer to write, just one more. One more inspirational thought to share. One more description so intense, you are entranced to continue to read, follow, like and share, all in one fell swoop. Why? Why do I choose to write it? Why? Why can’t I be like everyone else and just video blog it? I guess in time. However, for now my large audience of six readers, sixty one followers and forty likes, I dramatically, thank you for reading and liking what I post! No, really I do appreciate you…All of you, even the yesterday you or the day before, that you too.

Sounds strange doesn’t it? For me to write, bizarelly, about appreciating someone each day, as if they were a different person each day! However, does it not seem strange for people to act, speak, or share how well they know you, yet haven’t spoken to you in, lets say, five years. Or maybe five months, what about a lifetime, only know them according to a form of media!

I don’t know why this message is becoming so strong. However, judgement of others is one of those ‘biggies’ some of us, all deal with, at one time or another. For some reason someone needs to read this message.

Listen up! I don’t care who you are. If you are one of my family members, an enemy (hope I don’t have any or if anything, I hope they will forgive me), the pope, a famous artist, young, old, religous or not…it doesn’t matter ‘who’ you are; ¬†You are a different person than who you were last year. And thank goodness for it! I would never want to return to a more niave me or a less lived me. That one who might have not thought before she spoke or acted. The one who was not as well seasoned. The one who thought so many trivial things were important like competition or winning.

If you are continuously being ‘reminded’ of who you once were and you don’t like it, then YOU, LET IT GO! Some how change gears! In your mind. If you are known as inconsiderate and pompous and do not like that astigma, begin to act and feel as though, a person who is considerate and humble. I am sure you have had someone in your life that exemplified those qualities. I know as I wrote the curriculum for Livelove (still writing, but so close!) I would think back about my heros. Not everyone else’s heros and not my mom, who is always the number one hero, for me. But Heros who were talked about or ‘judged’ in a powerful, yet, positive kind of way!

Think about it…Pause, who are you patterning off of? Everyone patterns off of someone!! The difference is some of us recognize, who we want to pattern off of and choose to study them, their lives, and how they are portrayed. Maybe, you are reading this and you are saying, “I am a Christian and my hero is Jesus.”

Which is perfectly fine with me! Because the more I study leaders, the more I see those who stand for love, protection, kindess and abundance, are the ones who withstand time. My simple question is why do you live with so much judgement? On yourself and others…Want to live like someone as great as Jesus? Better do some research, because his love for all of mankind and what he stands for is… NOT JUDGEMENT! NOPE, I HAVE LOOKED, ITS NOT IN THERE.

Wow! I have had a weird week! One post about politics, now this about religion, oh and don’t forget the other ‘hot topics’ about depression and dejavus! I am just the messenger. I promise my disclaimer will say, judge me not for the message I bring, but rather enjoy the blessings of reading and learning.

You are okay! You are amazing! Please let go of the judgement and the harsh judgements will let go of you! You do deserve to live to be happy.

God Bless!

Written by: Momma Teena

Livelove

&

Carryon

http://www.livelovellc.org

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Epiphany

This is not the writing I had been working on all day. However, it is a funny and an enlightening story. 

As I wrote on my other post, for the day, I would have to stop intermittently to cook, switch clothes around, talk to mom, kids, the list could continue on for eternity. 

But each time I was interrupted I would pause, before I would allow the interruption to intrude. My pause entailed how the scene would play out, we would talk about great and exciting things…whatever I wanted to happen. Either to entertain me or enlighten me. Next, I would become engaged and it would be just as pleasant as I had envisioned.

Finally it was time for me to complete my daily writing to hopefully inspire and uplift you. Oops it is almost 2 and I haven’t eaten. Yet, another interruption. Then as I was searching in the cabinet for a snack I saw it!!!! My best friend told me the only way to clean your bathroom is with Kaboom. Sometime between her telling me that and today I bought it! I had forgotten when I bought it and it hadn’t been opened or used. I was so excited I became distracted yet again. Went immediatly to Nick’s tub and saturated the walls with it. I just felt pleased. I was so excited to have purchased Kaboom.

You might ask why I told you that silly story. However, it has great meaning. Once you begin to live the way I am writing about, you will never want to return to negative never land of sadness, gossip, hurt, poverty, gloom and doom. Read that last sentence aloud, yes now. How did you feel? Shew, I couldn’t even do it. After writing it once I couldn’t reread it. Even the words make me cringe and feel sad.the only reason I had you read it was to observe the difference in feel good words and not so feel good.

Truly, if you will continue to follow me and participate in the activities you will be able to live, have, do or be anything you want. The only fear I have is, I am enjoying life in the here and now so much I won’t complete the program. No, I am committed to sharing this lifestyle with you. 

It is absolutely amazing. No catch, no roller coaster affect, just living life in the happiest manner. That’s why I shared the Kaboom story with you. Before I discovered this living in the now or what I like to call ‘being’ I would have felt frustrated, aggravated, defeated and you get the idea. 

Not today! I was so excited I could have jumped up and down. I was even more excited when I cleaned the shower, that so desperately needed it. It came clean, lickety- split. I was super pleased Teresa had told me about it. So today may not have been a productive writing day, but it was an awesome day! 

Please share, follow and or recommend my blogg to anyone who needs it for enlightenment or just for entertainment. May you be blessed today and I hope you find your Kaboom for the day!!! 

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!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thank you for reading my introduction

Tonight I will be posting the first chapter of my book! However, first I want to thank everyone who read my very first blog. I truly appreciate you!

Also I will not be posting again until Monday. However, make sure you check in on Monday! I will be posting pictures and reviews of a Yacht Club on the Lake of the Ozarks, in Missouri. I truly don’t want to miss a day of posting, but Eric said, “We are not working this weekend!”

However, I will keep my tiny notebook and let you know about a potential vacation spot! I will take plenty of pictures (My adorable husband will probably be in most of them).

Thank you again!!! Read my next post it is a sneak peek of my book!

Your Pinkologist,

Teena Drake