First day of spring, last blog.

So today has been amazing. It's warm, sunny, breezy, and beautiful out!! I've spent the majority of my day outside.

That, and I've been playing Sims 3 on my sisters iPod, and I've gona bankrupt TWICE! Boo yah!! It's pretty legit, I'm not gonna lie.

But that's beyond the point!

Point is, I no longer have to blog. So that means....

I'm going back outside to jump on the tramp, yell at my brother, tackle my sister, chase my puppies, and wash daddies truck!

Cuz that thing?

To quote Ava Flave, "That. Was. Yuck."

Love that child.

Alright peace out!!

<3 Taylor Elaine

everywhere we go, people wanna know.....

Who we are....
So we tell them....
We are the Tigers!
The mighty mighty Tigers!

I felt like an absolute dork running around the Mankato track yelling this.

But it's my team. What am i gonna do about it?

I'm slowly falling in love with track. It's like soccer, because you run. And run. And run. And i love it! But it's like dance where i can pound my body past the point of no return, when I'm floating because my legs have lost all feeling, when i wanna cry and vomit and yet I'm having the time of my life.

But it's special because for once, it's just me. I don't have to count on 20 other girls. It's up to me to get myself around the track. It's up to me to get around... I worry about me and no one else. And i love it. It means the world to me, to be free.

I love my teams. My goofy, adorable soccer team that i grew up with.

My strict, close, demanding dance team that makes me who i am today.

And now my track team. My personal cheerleader, Trent. Jensen's Kidney. Aerodynamics with Katie. Workout with Fallon. The girls that push me. Syd gets a 106, i push myself and get a 108, my personal best.

So cheers, my teams! Love you all.

<3 Taylor Elaine

Reputation- a.k.a being a mommy

So I've decided not to write about reputation and what it means and blah blah blah. I'm gonna tell a story because that's what I do best!! At least, if you ask my dance team.

So this summer, I babysat these adorable twin boys. (this is why, I say from experience, good luck mr. Worth.) They were about 5 months old, and so cute. So one day I took them to the skyline mall just for a change and to walk them around.

So I put my two babies in their double seat stroller and off we go, strolling around the mall. Every so often, Elan would fuss and we'd stop so I could feed him, or I'd have to stop and cuddle a squimy Ethan. And i was loving every second! Until.. Crazy lady number one arrived. Our conversation went like this...

CL: oh! What beautiful boys!

Me: oh, thanks! *I'm about to say they're not mine but she cuts me off.*

CL: How old are they?!

Me: oh about five months!

CL: what'd you name them?

Me: oh, their names are Elan and Ethan.

CL: you know I really respect you for keeping them. Twins none the less! How old are you!?

Me: oh-- um, I'm 15 but-

CL: so young! Who's their father?

Me: LADY!! I'M JUST THE BABYSITTER!!!

CL: oh.

And I swear, I had this conversation about forty times. It's sad that pregnancy is teenaged girls reputation. Have a little respect and ask first.

There goes my reputation.

<3 Taylor Elaine

Thank goodness for daddy!

So today i hopped out of my car. After a second, the lightbulb popped on above my head and i quickly reached into my car and flipped off my lights.

This has to become a habit, so i now longer have to call my dad in shame, and tell him to please come jump my car; i'm a stupid teenager that forgot to shut off her lights!

But either way, it's always been my daddy to fly in, sans a cape, to my rescue. My dad is scary. He's about a foot taller than me, weighs about five times as much as me, (kidding!.. sorta..) and doesn't talk. He works all the time, has no interest in my sports, and impossible to understand.

Yet he manages to convey a love without words, is always there to give me a quick kiss goodnight, and shows up to every soccer game, dance compatition, or track meet. Often clad in his floresent coat, having just come from whatever job he's working on.

I get from my dad my sense of humor. We watch family guy and crack up. We love the same commerical. (audi big game). I get from him my long legs and long temper and a passion for history. Which he got from his dad! I have the same drive and determination and i'll never give up if it's what i believe.

So in short, he's my daddy, my canny shanny, my hero. And i'm so proud to be his baby girl.

Moving on to the dads of Teen Mom 2; my soap!

Corey- My personal favorite. He takes care of his girls, has his head on straight, loves and supports Leah, and has this adorable accent! Plus he's totally redneck, and generally reminds me of my Bug!

Joe- The second best dad. He actually cares for his son, has a job to support the baby, and always around. But he's got a crazy bad temper and needs to learn to handle things with Kaitlyn.

Adam- He's the one I can't stand. He's never around for his daughter, has no interest in her, and won't pay Child Support. He wanders in and out of her life when he feels like it, yet wants to call himself a parent. He has no right to that.

Jenelle's Baby Daddy- We've never seen him. Enough said.

So here's to my daddy, to Corey and Joe, and to the two newest 'Daddies to Be', Mr. Worth and Ryan.

Good luck! You'll need it(:

<3 Taylor Elaine

A letter to my family.

Dear family,

I love you all dearly. But is normal too much to ask for?

I guess so.

Because, ya know, my friends come home to mom working or doing chores or landscaping or cooking or whatever. I come home to find my mom wangling with the 'love sac', a giant oversized glorified beanbag. Normal, right?

Most dads work 9 to 5. My dad works the 7 to 11. No, not the night shift. The all day shift. As if most kids come home and are recruited 3 seconds later to split wood. Or, on slow days, debate who played Phobee in 'Friends'. (it was Lisa, Todd, not Gweneth!!) yeah, I can see how that's average.

So I walk in the door after track, wanting to ESS. (my version of GTL). Eat, shower, sleep!! But my sisters plans are different. She wants to have an all out ninja style war, complete with nerf guns, laser pointers, and hand to hand skilled ninja combat. She knows that she has to attack after track, when I'm weak. Otherwise I'd kick her butt!!

Oh, and John? Next time Dara pulls into the yard, can you not give her a heart attack by hooking the sled up behind the golf cart that 'surfing' on the sled, yelling like a mentally unstable Indian with your bebe pistol waving above your head? Ok, great. Thanks for that one.

And dearest Libby,

You're the only normal one I got. You're also really dumb. But cute!!

So, is normal too much to ask for?

In my family, yeah. But than again, a touch of insanity makes life fun!!!

<3 Taylor Elaine

Come come springtime...!

Urgh. Not. Call me weird, call me crazy. I hate spring. I can't stand it!! It's the worst season for me. It's gray. And gloomy. And rainy. And boring. The teachers pile it on. My car is filthy. It's muddy and wet and for the most part, cold!! You have to wear nine layers, you have to switch the car settings like five times, and in general, you just get spring fever while sitting in class.

Only bonus?

Track with my girls!!

Should be fun.

Oh and I can drive!!!

Not that its helpful, considering my parents put me on lockdown 24/7.

Anyways... So here's to spring, my least favorite season. Hurry up and get over. Summer soccer needs to start, and I wanna put my shorts on again!

<3 Taylor Elaine

Good Ol' Minne!!!

So I've spent the past week in Montana.

To it mildly, it's been a loooooong week.

I've broken my ankles in my skis.

I've bruised my sides.

I've gone against all my dance training, walking heel-toe.

And I learned, for the most part, how to speak British.

I made a few awesome new friends and a bunch of memories. But more on that later! I have to go snuggle with my puppy. Because she missed me the most :)

jeez, it's good to be home.

<3 Taylor Elaine