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

Respect...

Respect. Yay... What an exciting thing to blog about.

You know it's just going to end up being some random thing about how us young whippersnappers are rude and disrespectful.

Grandpa Eddie, I'm looking at you for this one.

And actually, I like being disrespectful. Not to nice, innocent adults. But to the bratty old ones who are crabby.

Lady who rear ended me, than left.... Looking at you!!!

So yeah. Respect your elders. They are old and wise and wrinkly. Yada yada yada. But can't an old did learn new tricks? Can't young people be wise too?

Yet, where's our respect? Does it cone in the form of disaproving old farts who naturally assume that if I'm fifteen with twins boys on my hips, that I'm a mother? Do they not stop to pause, question that I'm an innocent babysitter?

Adults ramble on about how teenagers have no respect. Maybe they should take a taste of what they're dishing out.

If you don't respect me, I don't respect you. Simple as that.

<3 Taylor Elaine

Why blog?

I have no idea.

Seriously. None at all. Mainly because...

1) Mr. Worth says so.

2) My grade depends on it so...

3) My mommy says so.

4) It's surprisingly fun.

5) It allows me to express my emotions and no one sees it.

And mainly, because Mr. Worth says so!!

Some people do it because they have too. (me!)

And some do it because they're honestly good at it and enjoy it.

Point is..... Why do you blog??

<3 Taylor Elaine

i am hai... Or Oliza?

so i just finished this series I've been reading since 6th grade last night. it's amazing. It started with hawksong in sixth grade, snakecharm in seventh, falcondance in eighth, wolfcry in ninth, and finally, wyvernhail in tenth. You could say these books brought me up through the awkward beginning teenage years. And they have. I loved the idea of living in this world where the princess Danica could escape into the sky as a golden hawk, where her enemy was a scary and mysterious prince from the land that her people had warred with for a thousand years. Zane, who can disappear as a snake. Of course, they find love in an achingly sweet tale.

For awhile, i thought i was Danica, quiet, reserved, and graceful. But i was always Irene, rash and loud and flirty and headstrong.

But now, these days, i feel more and more like Hai, the half blood falcon-cobra child. Unable to control the magic she weaves. She can see into the future, with her sakkri, a dance. She was to walk a deadly, careful line between ice and fire. She tries to save the place where she lives, and Zane and Danica's child, Oliza.

I'm dancing on a deadly thin line. Between my parents. Between the boys. Between crashing and burning.

I wish i lived in the hills and valleys of Wyvern Court. But would i be a snake, hidden and hooded in the shadows? My personality is very much that of the serpiente.

But my ache to fly and get away and be free and soaring is so much more avian.

Perhaps i'm Oliza, for she too walks a thin line above a vast cannon.

I am both, I am one. Am I a wyvern, a dragon?

Oh, and three more words that made my jaw hit the floor.

"I'm getting married."

Good luck to you, little strawberry. I hope you two find more love than i could with mine.

"Taylor Elaine Jensen!"

I miss you, mama bunny. What i wouldn't give to come back to your arms...

<3 Taylor Elaine

Those 3 words....

It's funny, how words have the power to make or break you. How 3 simple words can throw your life into uproar...

"He's being deported."

That scared me. That made my cry. But even as that day gets closer and I get more worried, I know that those words don't hold power over me anymore.

"I love you."

People say this all the time. And yet not enough. It's scary, the thought of putting your heart in someone else's hands. These words give them power.

"I trust you."

For me, this is harder than I love you. I can I love you jokingly. I don't have to mean it. But trust... Knowing someone has your back through thick and thin... That gives them more power than anything else.

And lately, the scariest words I've ever heard,

"Open heart surgery."

Can I go have my panic attack Now? Jeez kid, at least you know how to surprise me! Uff baby bug:) at least I get to go with!!

Finally, the 3 words ever....

DANCE STATE TOMORROW!!!!!

Whoo!!!!

<3 Taylor Elaine

The cutest boy I've ever seen!

So I went up to the U of M yesterday to watch my sissy poo and the rest of my babies swim. And they all did great! And I'm very proud :) but there was this little adorable boy, no older than five years old, standing on the high dive looking down. He was so scared his knees were literally shaking. He was so cute- he stood there looking down for almost five minutes, so scared. You could see his little five year old brain weighing the pros and cons of jumping off this high dive. And pretty soon the whole pool is watching him.
And he jumped.
And the whole places just starts cheering and clapping.

That's the story of the cutest boy I've ever seen.

<3 Taylor Elaine

You make me smile.....

Funny thing, karma. It's weird. You make the universe mad, and it responds with karma. What goes around comes around. When I was little my mom would tell me to always do the right thing, because one bad deed would come around and bite me in the butt. She's really wise in that way I guess. I learned that lesson. But what rocks is watching karma come around to bite someone else. But I'm not dwelling. Lesson learned, love lost, trust shattered. But it's slowly coming back. I've let go. In fact, I've fallen in love with the idea of being single. All i miss are kisses. But, if I have my way, I won't have to worry for long.

He makes me smile when all I want to do is cry.

<3 Taylor Elaine

I am so lonely..... I have nobody.... To call my own!

How long ago was that?! 3, 4 years? Way too long...

I'm not one to get lonely actually. I'm fine with being alone, and also being thrown into a crowd. Doesn't bother me.

I love people. I love being surrounded by all these people and colors. When everyone is yelling and laughing and fighting. When I can't hear myself think straight.

But I also love being alone. Peace and solitude. Where my thoughts are my own.

I've never been truely lonely; where I haven't had anyone. I have a huge family(and they are willing to bail me out whenever; thank you aunt Judi!) so ive always had someone to catch my back.

<3 Taylor Elaine

Friendship is.......

Randomly walking around Walmart looking for lotion.
Being totally right when guessing on car spaces.
Calling Sky and making him give us directions to the textile factory.
Listening to rock music 24/7.
Running around Jo-Ann's fabric wildly.
Making the Wendy's girl think we're awkward sisters.
Watching crazy smoking lady drivein circles.
Getting stuck in the car.
Sitting in the Walmart parking lot, listeningto Rob Zombie.
Spontaneously piercing your ears. Why? Because you can!
Being together for seven hours and not getting sick of each other.
Having EPIC moments together.
Being really excited about records.
Having the same color rooms.
Driving like manics.
Having road rage against old people.
Jumping off of the roof of the van than screaming really loudly.
Yelling and pointing dramaticly.
Being trusted!
Here's to us, dance buddy. Many more?:)

Ahnika! Ahnika! Guess what!

"They kissed... In Fran's movie theater!"

What's wrong with this sentance? Oh, so many things....

1) Fran isn't allowed to date and she's kissing Matt.
2) She has a movie theater in her house!

So i would just like to point out just how unlike my sister and I are.

1) She refuses to date. ANYONE. And i have an array. (On it is my future husband, Andy, adorable Tate, Blue Hat Boy Andrew, Adam, and Levi, whom my sister still holds a grudge against.) Which brings me to..

2) She's sarcastic and snarky and sometimes a little bit cruel and has anger issues when she doesn't eat/sleep.
She also holds grudges and plots revenge, whereas you can just distract me with a shiny object or cool toy.

3) She remembers everything, down to obscure cousins i don't recall, to what we had at Easter dinner last year. I can't remember what my middle name is half the time, much less who uncle joe is!

4) She has no concept of time. Case in point, she refuses to leave the house until 7:30, but complains when she gets to school at 7:45 and is "late". Because dear, its a 15 minute drive to Southwest!

5) She swims. I dance. Enough said.

But i love her, occasionly want to strangle her, and will always sneak into her room and still her chocolate and beef jerky when i run out of my own.

Here's to you, sissy poo!

<3 Taylor Elaine

yoooooour smart!

I love the blond moments of my friends.

"Are we in the ghetto?!" *sigh* "Yes Katie."

And my blond moments.

"Look mom, we're in the cities!" *sigh* "Actually dear, this is Rochester." Whaaaaa?

Oh, dramatic sigh... I'm so smart. It's ok. I'm ok with being abnormally smart. You know, because i don't ask Ella every fifteen seconds what's going on... And i don't randomly burst into a laughter meltdown with Brianna.

I'm smart!(: Kidding. Really. I'm really actually pretty stupid... My grandma likes to tell me that my thought process is ready-fire-aim. Case in point, me taking Reed's cheek virginity today. Scared the tar out of him.

WORTH IT!

So yeah. i've got book smarts. i like to read. it'll get me far. but i have very very little common sense and i think that worries my mom a little bit. Why, i'll never know.

Go blogs on randomness!!!!!!

WHOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<3 Taylor Elaine

Do Work!

"Go to work!" Oh, bryce, my new best friend, i love you.

Funny how things work out... Funny how the people that care the most about you show up when the person you cared the most about walks out of your life...

Do work!

I want to work for a friendship, i really do... but why should i? After all you did? After what you're putting me through? After the hurt and tears and the screams and all you can say is 'i'm sorry?'

You should've said no.
You should've gone home.

I won't work for you anymore. You're depressed? Not my problem anymore. Your daddy is being mean again? Not my job.

I've worked hard all my life. Where'd it get me? Um... Hmm.... Here? Staring at you across the hall, tears welling in my eyes before i push them down, knowing there's no time for tears?

I have a fantastic work ethnic. But it will not be wasted on you.

<3 Taylor Elaine

An ode to the new year..

Here comes the new year
and this time i'm not having any fear

Sucks to lose me, didn't it?
I don't want you back, not one bit.

You broke my heart
And now i'll turn my pain into an art

All the singles ladies; put your hands up!
Do i hate you? Yupp!

Here comes the new year
and this time i'm not having any fear

Hey Cowboy; sir solider, leaving in the spring,
will you be my new king?

Sucks to be replaced, huh?
I'm not giving you a second chance? Duh.

Funny how these things work..
How'd i fall in love with a jerk?

Here comes the new year
and this time i'm not having any fear

You're gonna want me back
You're lucky to have avoided an attack

I'm going to be fine without you
You're sorry? Boo-who.

I've always been strong;
And when you said i'd cry, you were wrong.

Here comes the new year
and this time i'm not having any fear.

<3 Taylor Elaine