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What does ‘feeling resistance’ mean?

Feeling resistance is when a situation, someone, or something makes you not FEEL very good. Maybe it is a toxic environment at work or home. Sometimes it is a silly comment or question and it rubs us the wrong way. Regardless of ‘what’ the resistance is, if you take time to allow it to serve you, then life will be much more fun. 

For example: I received a phone call about a situation back home in Kentucky. Actually a couple of situations have created resistance for me to explore. But this particular situation truly irritated my spirit! I spent an entire day coaching and continued to help others find their path. However, the call would not get out of my head! I would replay the scenario, comments made, and the situation like a day full of reruns on MeTV. 

Then I woke up this morning…feeling resistance, basically I was angry. Why did she ask me what she did? Why did I bring her family situation into myself? I am traveling, living the life I always wanted, in California and I have spent the past twenty-four hours feeling GRRRRRRRRR. Towards someone who I haven’t seen or heard of in years! 

Have you ever felt like this? Felt the resistance you didn’t ask for? I think we all have. My question is, WHY? Why does this happen and better yet how?

After my meditation I received the most beautiful message which answered my question…what does feeling resistance mean and why does it happen?

When resistance appears…pause and breathe deeply. Ask yourself, “How can this emotion assist me in recognizing the lesson?”

How can you be happy, joyful, appreciative, grateful, if someone is always rubbing you the wrong way or standing in front of you, throwing all the negative they have? Or bringing you into a situation that you didn’t ask for? 

Message: How can you feel blissful if you don’t feel resistance. How will you learn a lesson without resistance? If you constantly complain about something and then it is gone and you mourn, does that make sense? Resistance is a part of life. Not to dwell upon, but rather to learn from and either find a solution or to learn a lesson that does not need to be repeated. 

Reflect back to a time that this situation wouldn’t have affected you. Then ask yourself, “Why do I feel angry, sad, unhappy or resistant to this circumstance?”

Next, decide do you want to hang on to this emotion or have you learned the necessary lesson to let it go? 

For example: My expectations for the lady who contacted me where crazy. My anger stemmed from what we call ‘Mother Bear’ syndrome. Even though it had little to do with me or my family, my subconscious began to work overtime. Why did she say this or that? GRRRRR I felt like growling all day. Then I STOPPED! I meditated and requested clarity. (I also always include the Hawaiian Prayer to help me). 

After the message came to me…I realized this person was struggling with her own personal resistance. She trusted me to listen and understand. She needed a friendly voice to say, “It is going to be okay!” Although I did all of that, my question continued to be, “Why do I feel so irritated with this situation?”

My conclusion was I needed a little resistance to appreciate the here and now. To appreciate how things are always working out for me. To be reminded of how successful I already am and that one person’s opinion is just like a butthole, we all have one. 

However, she wasn’t even giving me her opinion, being hateful, or critical. I was the one who created the resistance. I was the one who allowed my brain to work overtime. 

Resistance does serve you. Sometimes it is a simple reminder that you are okay and other times it is for a lesson to be learned. Once that lesson is learned it is your job to move on and let it go. Remember, NO ONE can change the past, we can learn from it, but not change it.

If you are confronted with a feeling of resistance, take time to pause and provide it with enough attention, to ensure it doesn’t return for a little while. Allow your emotions to be indicators to determine what needs to be changed. 

Livelove LLC is in full swing. We are so excited about the Happy Coaching 101 and we have some ‘NEW’ adventures on their way. 

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Life situations that you might need a coach for: Weight loss, depression, anger, irritation, mind-set, earning more money, successfully living to its fullest, parenting, divorce, school, and the list continues on. No need to struggle, we are here to help! 

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GPS, take me to _____?

Do you know what GPS stands for? I didn’t until I began to research for this post. However, I do know what this fabulous tool does! I can tell you how to navigate it, its many choices of routes and its main objective. But I could not share with you the actual meaning behind the acronym, until now.

For a directionally challenged person, a GPS is a lifesaver. Take me to the nearest grocery store, shopping, or restaurants. Maybe you know the specific address. Type it in and several possible routes will appear. Allowing you to have an entire plethora of choices.

Would you prefer the more scenic route? It may be 6 minutes longer, but it has more twists and turns. Or are you a straight to the point person? Then the freeway route is predicted to be a shorter time and more direct route.

One of the best parts of the GPS is its sense of determination. Although it provides you with a wide variety of routes to choose from, based on your needs. It has a determination to reach the destination regardless of any detours thrown in its path.

Have you ever used your GPS while trying to maneuver out of a subdivision? Then once you knew your way home you attempted to turn it off? It is crazy! The statement, “rerouting,” appears continuously.

What if we practiced this type of determination in our lives? We set the goal and every time a detour appears, we do not falter. Instead, we keep on ‘rerouting’ until our destination is complete. Then on to the next great adventure!

Don’t let the detours stop your journey. Find the delicious sweetness within the pit-stop and allow the detours to be a blessing. Cherish the opportunity to choose your preferred route and keep on moving towards the destination.

(Global Positioning Service is the meaning behind GPS)

May you be blessed on your journey, each and every day!

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People are people, everywhere you go

As I snuggle in from a fabulous journey across the United States, I reflect back over the many faces I have seen. The beautiful array of colors, in people. The magnificent rainbow of languages for communication. My favorite is the plume of backgrounds intertwined with culture, beliefs and heritage.

As our differences are continuously illuminated, our similarities need to be highlighted and celebrated!

From the homeless to the wealthiest, continent to continent, it doesn’t matter we are all aiming for the same goal. I know this sounds a bit odd, but keep reading, I promise, this becomes more and more intriguing.

My mom said, “I remember telling my mother, while traveling for work, people are just people, everywhere you go.”

As I began to become more observant throughout my adventure in LA, I pondered about her statement to Baw Baw (my grandma), “Why do people do what they do? How are we all so different, but similar, all in one?”

While waiting at the airport, I had to know, Why people do what they do. Therefore, I began to ask, “Why are you traveling today? Why do you do your job? What are you in pursuit of?

I only scared a few people away. However, most replied with similar answers. It wasn’t segregated into color of skin, religious beliefs or cultural backgrounds. It was for one soul purpose, to create a better life. In one way or another.

If they replied with, “I am traveling for a vacation.”

It was to improve their lives. Enrich their souls and regroup.

Several were returning home to bury a loved one or say farwell. Although sad, it continues to be the reason they are traveling is to improve their lives. Through accepting and having the closure.

Others said for work. When I asked the traveling saleswoman if she was only paid in travel, room and board would she continue this career path. She immediately responded with, “NO. What would be the point?”

What would be the point? There wouldnt be, for the woman who is busting her butt to create a better life for her kids.

Yet, this type of set up would work well and be an improvement for someone in a different circumstance.

But wait a minute…if people are so different why are we all in pursuit of the same results? Because people are ‘people’ all across the world and although our differences allow for interesting individuality, we are all striving for…

A better feeling. A best or ideal situation for me and my family.

Here is the most freeing portion of this story…it is okay! You are okay! We all want ‘better’ out of life.

You begin at your point of reference and I will begin at mine. And we will cross paths along the way. After all, we are all on this terrific journey…together.

May you be blessed today.

Know that no matter where you are at this point in your life, YOU ARE LOVED!

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Deez Butts Bar-B-Que

Along the side of interstate 65 South, there is a marvelous sign advertising one of the world’s most awesome flea markets! Not sure what exit, but I know it is in Shepherdsville Kentucky. As we traveled to Bowling Green for a family reunion, last Saturday a new sign caught my eye. Dee’s Butt BBQ. It was adorable.

Of course, I must provide you with a scene: I am driving down the interstate, on a time line, mom is in the passenger’s seat. We are chit chatting back and forth. She is making fun of me for being Ms. Social Butterfly in Dollar Store and appears to be fretting over the time frame because we are supposed to be at the reunion by 1 o’clock, their time. She hasn’t told me she is worried, but I know. However, I had planned accordingly and was confident we would arrive promptly at 1.

Then it happened once again! I saw the sign of the cute pig, with her back to us and it was advertising some of the best BBQ in the area. The first sign I ignored. Then the second sign appeared and I believe there was a third, but secretly I might have made that up! My body was screaming BBQ, my mind was saying, “Do it. Turn off. You have time. Enjoy the journey if BBQ is what you want, stop and pick it up.”

I decided to make myself almost nauseated so I had an excuse! Finally, the exit was coming up…what do I do? My palms are sweaty, my stomach is burning for fear of what mommy is going to do or say. I knew I was about to upset her. I Weave in and out of traffic, Oh know a trucker has pulled between me and the exit! Oh forget it, I will eat at the reunion. I dropped my head and just kept listening. It’s okay I know we need to arrive on time. Truthfully, I didn’t need any BBQ anyways. (Keep reading I will tell you about my infatuation with BBQ and why I think I have it!) I was sad, but it’s okay maybe next time!

PSYCHE! Are you kidding me? If you have read anything I have written lately, you will know I miss nothing that is fun and adventurous! Yes, a truck did pull between me and the glorious BBQ! However, I checked behind me, braked, zipped over and shew I made it!!! Now, where is that BBQ?

In her mind, my mother was freaking out, but I reassured her, we would arrive at the family reunion no later than 1 o’clock!

We drove down the road a bit, searching for Dee’s. I must admit I was becoming concerned! What if I don’t find it, I should have stuck to the course. Then the arrow appeared this way to BBQ! Oh no!!!!! It is at the Flea Market! We drove in the gigantic parking lot, booths everywhere, people shopping, signs of corn dogs, fresh veggies and lemon shake-ups, but no BBQ. Finally, someone pointed to the building and told me it was inside. Left mom in the car and I was on the hunt. Funniest thing ever! When I walked in and requested more specific directions, it was on the opposite end of the building. When I finally reached destination Dee’s Butts, a line of twenty people or more were standing there just as excited as me. I will admit I almost turned around, but my heart kept saying no you deserve this, you have come too far, a little wait will not hurt you.

The line moved pretty quickly and I was up to order. I picked it up and went as fast as I could to the car. We stopped at a gas station and gobbled it up. As for the BBQ, it was good. I would definitely recommend Deez Butts Bar-B-Que,  in Shepherdsville Kentucky.

You see, it wasn’t all about the BBQ. It was more about the feeling attached to wandering off the course. Yes, I will admit these BBQ cravings have become hilarious since I broke my leg. I don’t know if my body is craving the protein, for healing or if it is something else. However, I now love BBQ and I love to stop, chase down a stand and enjoy the feeling of hmmm…let’s call it Big Butts BBQ. I love the adventure, I love to taste it and savor it.

We arrived at ten till one and everyone was happy to see us. It turned out to be a magnificent day visiting with family, eating more food and being together. (The BBQ was a precursor to how amazing our trip was going to be!)

If it is BBQ or canoeing it doesn’t really matter what brings you joy, but if you want more joy then do more of whatever it is. There are many paths to take in life, the greatest part is you get to choose when to change paths or want to continue on. Live to be happy!!! You deserve it.

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If you know of someone struggling….

Hello let me introduce myself my name is love, pink, joyful, laughter, fun, accepting, free-spirited, sensual, kind, caring, understanding, insightful, focused, millionaire, educator, magnificent, dynamic, sparkly, diamond lover, debater, healthy, swimmer, who loves others and wants them to come along and take this ‘HAPPY’ adventure with me! My name is Teena Drake, my game is living life as HAPPY as possible.

Wow! Brag much Teena? Nope I don’t have to brag this is how people have described me and the adjectives I have chosen to identify my life with. You see my entire life has been altered for the better of me, but the most exciting part is for the betterment of you too!

You might be puzzled, but allow me to take a couple of pieces of this puzzle and show you a glimpse of the possibilities. I am so excited right now I can barely type! I keep walking away saying don’t do this! It’s to scary to tell the world what you have learned! But if I keep it a secret well I can’t keep this feeling or life! Which puts me in a pickle! Therefore, I am busting out!!!! So if you are ready to see who you are and find that ‘HAPPY’ place you have been longing for follow me on this adventure…as I reveal a lifetime of learning, but let’s begin with what I have learned since December 8th, 2016. The event, the blessing, that had to happen for me to have received such a wonderful gift for the world – that can seem gloomy and sad. It’s a gift full of joy, happiness, adventure or just a hike in solitude the world is a beautiful place as long as you are happy!

First Assignment:  1, Write your name  2. Write all the adjectives or activities, that make up you (NOT OTHER PEOPLE) 3. Now ask by text or email so they can think about it, how some of your friends, family members, or acquaintances would describe you. (The third step came from Jack Cannefield’s writing). 4. Read all of them and delete any you do not like and own the ones you love. 5. Anything you would like to share about this first step to ‘Being’ ‘Happy’ tag me so I can read it and share! I look forward to reading about the amazing YOU!

When I began this process I was unsure how other people would describe me, but some of the things I said about myself were not nice. If you come up with a similar scenario and you are saying negative things about yourself, even if you won’t write it you are thinking it continuously, STOP! I know it’s not that easy trust me, but I promise I can help you. Mmmm I take that back I can’t help you, but I can provide you with the tools to help yourself.

I hope you have a beautiful weekend and remember God Loves You No Matter What!

Please! Please!Please, Share all of my post if you are struggling or know of someone else struggling with this game of ‘Life!’ Why? You ask? Because I have been given a gift that if, I want to keep, I must share it with as many people possible. Therefore, I am asking that you tell your friends and family to follow me on WordPress, Facebook-Teena Drake, Twitter-Livelove pinkologist@TeenaDrake, Instagram- live_love_pinkologist and you tube. When I begin to video this series I will let you know so you can subscribe to Livelove Pinkologist. (Or you can subscribe anyways). Thank you and God Bless Each of You and may you 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!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Camden on the Lake Resort, Spa Yacht Club

Nestled deep into the woods; down a long curvy road is a beautiful resort entitled,  Camden on the Lake Resort, Spa, Yacht Club. Eric has a friend who is a part of the Yacht Club and invited us to visit. Our first weekend was perfect! The service was fabulous, excellent band, and great people. Our second visit was wonderful however, I have some suggestions for the resort to increase their ‘family’ appeal. Just keep reading I will explain later.

Before I continue I would like to thank Mike and Genece for allowing us to enjoy your beautiful small piece of heaven. You opened your Yacht to my family, fed us, entertained us and made us feel like family! Both of you are awesome.

Back to the resort. I would recommend Camden! It is a beautiful resort strategically placed in a cove that provides scenery  beyond belief! Unfortunately, I missed the sunrise both weekends because we were dancing until wee hours, in the morning. However, the sunsets are those which make you stop and think. They were layer upon layer of fascinating colors blended so perfectly that you were frozen with amazement, until the sun had completely set!

Camden offers a magnificent decor along with the amenities. A fire-place, glass shower with benches, microwave, refrigerator, sink, and a dishwasher. The patio served as a perfect spot to sip on morning coffee.Other, amenities are a swimming pool with a swim up bar, small game room,  jacuzzi, bar/grill, full restaurant on the top floor, an Aveda Spa and much more.

All of the employees are friendly and willing to help.

Of course when searching for a unique place to visit everyone wants to know, what is the cost? Here is one of the negatives. The first time we only spent a couple hundred a night. Not a bad price for such a beautiful resort. However, the second time the cost had almost tripled. Although, we were fortunate enough to have our friend receive a discount, due to his membership, but that is ridiculous! Therefore, if you decide you want to experience Camden on the Lake Resort, check the rates!

The drive from Kentucky was about seven hours, but a magnificent one! We briefly visited ‘Lake of the Ozark.’ It was full of small pubs, restaurants, unique stores, a beautiful dam and a car show in the middle of the street? Yes, you read it correctly. When we drove through this quaint little town a line from the beginning to end were automobiles. It was a car show and people were everywhere. Although it was slow-moving traffic I must say it was fun! Nicholas kept saying, “Slow Down! Oh look at that.”

He continued to talk about the car show the entire weekend! This is definitely something to look up and attend. If I had more time, I would have spent the entire evening walking the streets of the Lake of the Ozark’s town.

For those of you who love to travel with your family, I am unsure if this is the place for you. (Unless you have a yacht, there is not much for kids to do.) You might ask why I would make such a statement? Especially, if I loved this weekend getaway. There just didn’t seem to be enough for kids, I am mainly talking about teenagers. If they weren’t twenty-one they couldn’t go to the swimming pool across the cove. They couldn’t dance with us and it seemed that after 9:00 P.M. it was an ‘adult only’ scene.

I am not complaining. I had a wonderful time. Made some great new friends, enjoyed dancing, swimming and laughing. However, when we took our two teenagers they were bored. I met several new visitors and they said, “Camden lacked family activities. We have enjoyed it, but not sure if we will return.”

Therefore, I think the resort should advertise as a twenty-one and up vacation spot or provide some other activities. I am unsure what they could plan nor do I claim to be an expert at ‘fun time’ for kids.. I simply do not want to encourage families to visit somewhere, based on my opinion without knowing what to expect.

I think anyone who loves water, a beautiful setting, and needs to get away, Camden on the Lake is a perfect place. If you and your honey need to slip off by yourselves to snuggle or have a night filled with dancing and good people; this is a definite small slice of heaven, for adults.

Keep Reading my post!!! I have some tips about Kansas City Kansas 🙂

If you love to travel as much as I do, you will want to read my post I will provide you with the best sights to see, activities, and anything you may need to avoid!

Love,

Your Pinkologist!!!!

Beautiful picture of the lake!

Beautiful picture of the lake!

Sunset over the lake!

Sunset over the lake!