BTaylorMom

Not that I'm calling out the nutballs, but have you noticed how no one has seen the WACO Sr. since Friday?

WONDER WHY?! I bet he's taken to the bed at him mama's house. Bless it.

Shall we do a collective 'Om' for him? OK, no.

Jake was the best. If I had a real live teddy bear it would be Jake Logue. What a blessing to spend every morning the entire summer teaching yoga to my boys. Jake came to my house for Rebel Yoga with the team for classes during dead week. We had yoga on our farm down by the creek in a shady, flat area. I have a few tiny game hens that follow me around like dogs and several of them joined the yoga class. One hen in particular liked Jake and really wanted to help him on the mat. He waited until I turned around to throw rocks at it! He later told me that he hated chickens but didn't want to hurt my feelings. I have the sweetest picture of Jake and his chicken doing yoga. Thus, Jake's Guruji name became "Sri Chicken." All the boys got a yoga nickname from BobbyMama.

At the end of each yoga class I always ask the boys to think of one person (besides themselves!) that they are grateful for. We have quiet prayer then say 'Namaste...'

After yoga we had a big pasta feed at the house for all the boys. Jake was on his second plate and I was pouring drinks round the dinner table full of giants. I felt his big ole arm hug my waist and then he said "I namasted you tonight, yoga mama." I was so shocked and delighted. He said THAT to me in front of his friends? His players? His brothers of bad? Then I looked into his big puppy dog eyes and said "I namaste you too, Jake" and gave him a bear hug.

Jake was THAT kind of kid. I hit my knees in prayer when he went down on that field. I felt like I had been in training for years to focus on prayer that hard and I tried and stayed and prayed and prayed and yelled at others to pray. My pastor reminded me yesterday that I was praying for MY will- not God's. This time last year (nearly to the exact date) I sent my son to drug rehab and hit my knees in prayer day after day for 45 days until he returned home--- then for the rest of the 365 plus. I felt like I 'prayed him through rehab' but I didn't. I just prayed and God's will brought him home to us and will keep him there until the day he decides not to. That's the deal. We gotta give this world back to God.

Love,

The BobbyMama &

Jake's Friend

If you have not heard this song by Randy Houser, it's worth downloading. Lyrics are below:

Have you looked around, have you heard the sound

Mama's cryin'?

Or do you turn away when you see the face

Of the innocent dyin'?

In these darkest days are you not afraid

That it's too late?

You gotta get down on your knees, believe

Fold your hands and beg and plead

You gotta keep on praying

You gotta cry, rain tears of pain

Pound the floor and scream His name

'Cause we're still worth saving

We can't go on like this and live like this

We can't love like this

We gotta give this world back to God

Have you lost a love? Do you feel like giving' up?

Has your heart been broken?

Are your kids okay? Will they come home safe?

And do you he there hoping?

You can make a wish, you knock on wood

It won't do no good

You gotta get down on your knees, believe

Fold your hands and beg and plead

You gotta keep on praying

You gotta cry, rain tears of pain

Pound the floor and scream His name

'Cause we're still worth saving

Can't go on like this and live like this

We can't love like this

Gotta give this world back to God

You gotta get down on your knees, believe

Fold your hands and beg and plead

You gotta keep on praying

You gotta cry, rain tears of pain

Pound the floor and scream His name

'Cause we're still worth saving

Can't go on like this and live like this

We can't love like this

You can hope the best, make a wish, the only answer is

We give this world back to God

Gotta give this world back to God

Give this world back to God

Waco--- you want a ride with me? Oh yeah, I forgot that you said you were shining up your tuba tonight. That shouldn't take long. What will you do with the rest of your time? You really should go upstairs and visit your mama. She misses seeing her baby boy. She said she'd rather push a chevy than drive a ford, by the way.

Pregame tailgate at the black bim. Southers that are still awake after the win--- party at Waco's mommy's place.

THE BOBBYMAMA

It's what I'm putting on your tombstone after the DB game.

I'm Your Huckleberry.

Love,

Judo Jaw

Oh Happy Day for WaKKKKO. Your girlfriends back in town!

Skin color doesn't matter in football. WR #1 will make a catch to shove it down your throat this year. WG has the coach's earl about like Kate does. Nutball IndianHoop Moms, bring it. The only game that matter is the next one...

The only way to eat an elephant is one bite at a time. Time to Rock, baby.

The OMest

Hey Comp...great post! I'm curious to what you mean about Bobby belonging Mr. Garvin...I thought he was Mr. and Mrs. Taylor's boy?

Never heard of him. I think perhaps he belongs to Cap 1, but acts goofy like VolMan sometimes.

'Sup boys? The countdown begins---gotta keep all the guys healthy.

Does that mean you miss me Waco?

WoW! Have you been "Bar Hoppin'' with Otis tonight.

Dude, I'm on the Gulf of Mexico on vacation with my kids and family. Stop talking about me like I'm the local drunk. I'm a teacher, mom, wife, and community volunteer. I do like a glass of wine in the evening. I also like a good book, yoga, and buying new things for my classroom. Take a chill pill- I'm not all that bad....just ask around, silly. I was just playin' with you. I even made you a friend on here! I think I'm now your only friend, so don't shoot yourself in the foot. The south win party--- I'm holding you to it and will help by having it at the Taylor Ranch! It'll be THe WACO & Judo Jaw Party of the Year. Don't screw it up. As we say on the farm "Catch the one you can catch." Until I return to TN on the 27th--- please hold the fort down in a respectable fashion. Try to be a LOVER not a FIGHTER.

Love from your Tallahassee Lassie-- smooooch!----- BMom

And back to football....

The 2009 South Rebs are much like trying to describe guardian angels- you feel their presence, but you just can find that justifying word. Our linemen have made summer training their launching pad. Jake Logue is minimized by the term ??

I understand that well.I have enjoyed my kids in sports as well as any number of events since my first son was born 28 years ago.My oldest son would not play basketball for the coach at his highschool,but I still went to his interschool games that they had once a year just to support him.Yes,I was the only parent there and yes I camcorded the game. Years ago,my second son had a dodgeball championship game before his sixth grade classes even took up in the morning.I camcorded that and once again I was the only parent there.My youngest son had his field day again this year,and yes I burnt vacation to camcord that.I too enjoy my kids more than life itself.I've had the joy of seeing my kids do little things like this on up to some pretty big time things.Nothing gives me greater joy however,than just letting them know that I love them and I'm proud of them nomatter what they do in life.

Excellent post, BMan. We can always count on you to raise the bar and make sure we remember this is all about the kids. Beautifully written! OM MOM

Actually this thread was started by MuttandJeff for Whacko-Jocko and his DA brothers. It is not a South thread. Maybe thats why you couldn't get a job with the Kingsport City school system.

 

I got two words for you.....Alcoholics Anonymous

Worked for KCS for 7 years- teacher of the year twice-resigned to have my 5th child; 17 years total experience- do your research first fool--- and take Indian Notion to the library with you when you go. /ph34r.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":ph34r:" border="0" alt="ph34r.gif" />

I got two words for you.....Go AWAY.

Sounds like she's had way to many!!!! She tried to dismiss me. /roflol.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":roflol:" border="0" alt="roflol.gif" /> /roflol.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":roflol:" border="0" alt="roflol.gif" /> Did not know I was in class.

Humm, never worked for Sullivan County in my life, but I hope you feel better after your rage. Perhaps your meds will kick in soon. We can smell that Kingsport fear from here lil indian boy. I imagine you'll be frothing at the mouth by game time. Fear is a nasty thing, but continue to seek counseling.

Do you feel sorry enough for him to make a few car insurance payments or pay for his subs to be installed? Now, that would be a way to show your sorry for him. Let me know if you need his account number for deposit.

I eat bigger people that you before breakfast fool. Find your crayola thread and go play.

This is the off season. Im having some fun with a nit-witt. When practice starts back I'll be back on topic. Until then just skip over my post.

 

Thank You:

 

WaCo /blink.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":blink:" border="0" alt="blink.gif" /> JaCo

Wacko, please don't leave me NOW....not when I have COOKIES in the oven!

Forever Yours, Mrs. WaCo /flower.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":flower:" border="0" alt="flower.gif" /> JaCo

NO BODY CARES, SORRY!!!!!

And your opinion matters so very much to me. Really. I'll take your advice in deep consideration.

PS...bitterness and envy are such unattractive traits on you, polish up a bit in charm school and try again /ph34r.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":ph34r:" border="0" alt="ph34r.gif" />

And I can promise you that BT2 takes NO crap NO time from NO one, especially a confused indian kid...they'd just be another greasy spot on Fort Henry Drive, however, I will let the duece know you are concerned for his self esteem and friend-making.

Can you use phonics and read that this is a SOUTH thread? No wannabees please, no matter how bitter and angry you are. You are dismissed. Pick up your tail feathers and don't let the door hit you in the end zone.

On second thought, after reading this post, you are right. I don't want to be a part of someone embarrassing their son. Sorry. I'll move on now.

Ok, you two Dr. Spocks are the bomb. That's right, Waco, get right on the first bandwagon bashing that comes along. Never have a single original thought- it's the KCS way. By all means, please make sure your little imaginary anonymous friends never catch you with mean, evil mothers like this. You have a reputation to maintain. You're So above this! I agree with Indian Notion---never reply to my post again. Resist. I believe in you. Just pretend like we never met and shared cookies.

But can you return my red high heels first? You were wearing them last night--not sure where you took them off...? Just give them back and my Easy Bake Oven and we'll call it even. There is no fury.... blah, blah.

Cabanna boy! A night cap please for the boat cruise to shore. Ahoy...

Mo-East vs Mo-West. They share a field that is actually behind Mo-East which used to be the only high school.

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Sup Red Rebel! We met on the thread is which my children were vicariously living through me....you sounded like a good guy. What's the top 2 newsbreakers for the Rebs your way. Tell me quick so I know you aren't lying! /wink.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=";)" border="0" alt="wink.gif" />

South is a powerhouse? /blink.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":blink:" border="0" alt="blink.gif" />

No baby,their a YOGA HOUSE of PAIN! rrrrrrrrrr! /thumb[1].gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":thumb:" border="0" alt="thumb[1].gif" />

Love, Mrs. Waco

if your with deloris you must be on thre banks of ready creek, with the pipe a goin.

Are you watching me?! "I just feel like somebody's watching me." Pass that pipe, ET while you're crankin' me up a lil' merlot. I'll put the fresh oysters and scallops in to bake in the butter & motz...you've just been crowned the new cabanna boy, baby! Remember the pool boy dress code--- only two pieces of clothing and shoes don't count! A day on the beach with me and you'll be crawling back to Memphis happily belting out Elvis tunes. OMMMMMM Cheers!

Must be a hard ballance, to attend all those football camps every week of the summer "as you claim" and spend time being shark bait "as you claim" in the Gulf of Mexico. But I can believe your lunch hour last all summer. That would explain the size of your end zone. How many games do you figure Florida State will have to forfit this year? /roflol.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":roflol:" border="0" alt="roflol.gif" /> /roflol.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":roflol:" border="0" alt="roflol.gif" />

Ok genius, my husband can drive Bobby to camps and DING DING--- Bobby can freakin' drive himself! FSU-- well, we're tough and loyal. B. Bowden forever. Those 10 month contracts are condusive to summer yoga for us beach babes. After teaching 7 yoga classes every week this summer, some say my end zone is looking pretty good. Wanna kiss it? /flower.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":flower:" border="0" alt="flower.gif" />

Bartender! Another shot like the last one- this poor boy is crying and I'll just finish him off, Jester.

Welcome to REBEL GATE-- sponsored by me & VMS with love. Stay in your seat VM, I got this one.

I guess Judo-Jaw's lunch hour is over. /rolleyes.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":rolleyes:" border="0" alt="rolleyes.gif" />

Funny enough, I have adopted Judo Jaw as my yoga guru name- just for you! It's even printed on the back of my Rebel Yoga tshirt. I WANT you to be able to find me at the games so you can kiss up and get a seat on the South 50 with the rest of the B Taylor Family. Want me to get you a Rebel Yoga t shirt? I gotta hook-up. You could be Mr. Judo Jaw Wannabee. You could wear it and win friends and fame for a change...

Bartender, another shot please. /hungry.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":hungry:" border="0" alt="hungry.gif" />

I guess Judo-Jaw's lunch hour is over. /rolleyes.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":rolleyes:" border="0" alt="rolleyes.gif" />

My lunch hour lasts ALL summer long for me, baby. I'm messin' with you from the Gulf of Mexico chillin' with the rays & Florida State down the road. I will miss you while I'm scalloping off the boat in a few. I fight the sharks while I'm diving --- that's why I'm so good at handling you, dear. A small fish who thinks he's in a big league. You can't make me mad these next two weeks- my 5 oclock starts when I wake up and ends when I fall into bed. This is what I call Namaste...so bring it on.

Ha! Thats not me. You can tell because that guy checked his package with one hand. I have to use two hands. And besides, you can tell he's South fan. He has a mullet. /roflolk.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":roflolk:" border="0" alt="roflolk.gif" /> /roflolk.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":roflolk:" border="0" alt="roflolk.gif" />

Your using your two hands just to find it. I told you to borrow my magnifying glass & tweezers for that, dear. Also, not sure you hair is a mullet, but take off your bandanna and let me check.... or have you been cutting your hair with the crayola scissors again? Please return them to your mom immediately.

WOW THIS IS SO FAR IN LEFT FIELD!!!!!!! /blink.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":blink:" border="0" alt="blink.gif" />

It's an inside joke for us old school Coach T profs. Keep up--- no time for training wheels here.... even for slow Indians.

I'll let the duece show you where left field is in a few weeks. Standby.

It's not too late to reserve your burial plot. Orders going fast, please call now and beat the Kingsport rush.