BTaylorMom

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.

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.

But I already TOLD you that baby. You're all I think of. You and boiled peanuts. All day I profess my love for you even over your mama's best butter cookie recipe. It's all you Waccooooobabybooobooobooo. With love, your Judo Jaw 4ever

But you told me you loved me for my cute end zone, Waccooobaby.

Ok, my sweet Waco. I'll be downstairs in a minute to bring your nervous medicine. Remember, take long deep breaths like the nice doctor said. Go to your happy place on your yoga mat where Fred & Wilma are waiting for you. Let's not call the nice people with the white suits again. They eat all your mama's cookies and drink up all her shine before they drive you away to your little 'spa.' Repeat your mantra "I am the king of myspace; all women love me; men want to be me; my team might win a game this year; I can find spell check if I try harder." I believe in you honey bear. Love, Mrs. Judo Jaw

Comp, you gotta know we don't begin to dream that Bobby will go D1. We know the reality check out there. Greg and are are coming from a much more humble place called gratitude for the here and now. The facts are that Bobby could reasonably still be in his 8th foster home or more; he could be in juvie or jail; he has had every opportunity to be a druggie and quit ball, school, or our family and be living out his teen years in some state facility. So when you start at THAT place, then D2 looks like a God gift and D3-D27 would be complete Grace by God; just entertaining the idea that Bobby will go to College is a miracle. He'll be the only person from his biological family to finish 8th grade or higher. Nevermind that he's also a really good kid (after lots of hard knocks along the way). Bobby is committed to his faith, his family, his church, his education, and repairing generational dysfunction is his biological family while setting a good example for other kids clawing their way out of the system. THAT is our personal D1 on the Taylor Ranch. When we were all seated with the judge to adopt him, the judge asked if the parents had any comments before he signed the adoption papers. Greg and I both asked Bobby if he realized that becoming a Taylor meant that we fully expected him to complete college with a degree and become a vital member of his community by giving back. Bobby, with his green eyes shining, said YES and we've never veered from that course. Football was never mentioned in the contract with Bobby because he was a short and fat ADHD silly kid at that point. He had never played a down in his life or even watched a full game of football on TV. So, we arrive here from a different path than most other parents and players. Greg and I come here already overwhelmed with his success and our blessings and simply practice gratitude for the day. Yes, we want Bobby to be all that he can be but we aren't pie in the sky--- we've had a reality check for years while raising #2. Like I always say, we are just grateful to have a healthy kid on the field--- because that's more than we could say this time last year. Parents reading this: go home and love your kid, praise your child, and then go hit your knees in prayer that God will watch over them when you can't. Namaste-- Mom with da OM

Ah,Waco Honey, you tell me the sweetest things! I adore you too, my boo boo bear baby. Hey, you mom is yelling down to ask if she can use facebook for awhile, so be nice and share the computer. I think that new Amway salesman she's hooked up with in Kentucky just might be your new daddy! Free Amway, just think of it! Heaven is: you, your tuba, and your mom making us cookies before Sponge Bob comes on. Maybe we could have a double wedding? Yours, Judo Jaw

Bobby has been at a camp every single weekend this summer if not two a week. It's exhausting, expensive, and requires 4 or more hours a day just to keep up with the paperwork & contact requests. We need to hire a secretary! Anyone seen WaCo in a skirt? He'd do if I could get him to shut his big mouth and just work. There's always a muzzle.... Two of Bobby's favs so far are Appy State & Western Carolina. My dream for Bobby is to play for FAMU but that's where Greg and I part ways. I love their band and would have a blast wearing a big feathery hat to every tailgate party & game. G does't want Bobby that far from home. Any input or sage wisdom, Comp? other parents going through this? Love, Judo Jaw

taylord@jcschools.org

Hey ET, my man! Missed you! Yeah, well, my kid must have learned about drive by shootings during his fine education at Kingsport City Schools... because, dude, he did NOT learn that on my farm. Now I do believe, however, that firearms can encourage children to attend to their parents. It works for me when I need to clear the kids out of the house so I can clean. Picture Madea retuning from a stink in jail to find her brother having a big party at the house, then---BAMBAMBAMBAM--- and the house is clear! TaDaaaaaah!

Gee, Boys....since ya'll are talking crazy, perhaps it's time for a funny Bobby Taylor story to take our minds off the stress of Coach T: So we live in a log house in the country and I wake Bobby up early one morning for football practice. We've been having a problem with a woodpecker on the house and it's made it's home right by Bobby's window. Bobby staggers out of bed about half awake as I walk over to the window to check out the enemy woodpecker to decide what gun I might use to shoot it with, when we hear "BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM!" As I am walking over to see the crazy bird doing it's thing I notice that Bobby is flat out on the floor face down. I asked him what the heck he was doing and he replied "GET DOWN MOM! That's another DRIVE BY!" I slowly and patiently told him to GET UP off the FLOOR because that was a woodpecker-- not a freakin' drive by! I went on to explain how black boys that live on farms hear that noise and get a shot gun and go for the pesky bird. Black boys that live in the Hood hear it and GET DOWN. Thus, I report Bobby is safe and I still haven't shot that woodpecker down. And Sarah Palin will ask "And what does that have to do with high school football?" and to that I reply.... if I need my son to move faster on the field, I will bring my semi automatic and belt out some bullets. OM

Stalking me again, WJ. Please stop that, it's so pitiful. Now that you and I are living together at your mama's house, just show me some love when you come up to eat your cookies before Scooby and a nap. I'll be outside practicing baton twirling when you finish tuba practice. PS- your band uniform is ready to be picked up at the cleaners. Love, Waco's girl

Just WaCo showin' me some love.... Hook Line & Sinker /roflol.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":roflol:" border="0" alt="roflol.gif" />

We've got two weeks worth of injury free guarantee under our Rebel belts. Mutt&Jeff, love ya dude, but you are kickin' around the wrong people... ask someone who spends every day with this kids and I'll tell ya what you want to know. If all you want is returning player info, etc, just freakin' get an old program. If you want to know what camps these kids are attending each weekend, what schools are recruiting whom, or any other real information....I'll be glad to help. Check yourself, however. I whipped WACO so hard that he follows me around like a puppy and stalks me all over coach T with admiring yoga comments. And as he learned the hard way, don't bring a toothpick to a gunfight. Waco- your mom said she's baking you cookies so when you finish practicing your tuba, come upstairs and she'll fix a snack before your nap. Did you borrow my black belt again? Please stop doing that. It doesn't match your band uniform at all. ETMem--- want me to set up your website and write the stories for you? I can do it in my spare time--- and make you famous. You'll need someone with all the secret inside info... sweet talking works best. /ph34r.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":ph34r:" border="0" alt="ph34r.gif" /> BMom

We've got two weeks worth of injury free guarantee under our Rebel belts. Mutt&Jeff, love ya dude, but you are kickin' around the wrong people... ask someone who spends every day with this kids and I'll tell ya what you want to know. If all you want is returning player info, etc, just freakin' get an old program. If you want to know what camps these kids are attending each weekend, what schools are recruiting whom, or any other real information....I'll be glad to help. Check yourself, however. I whipped WACO so hard that he follows me around like a puppy and stalks me all over coach T with admiring yoga comments. And as he learned the hard way, don't bring a toothpick to a gunfight. Waco- your mom said she's baking you cookies so when you finish practicing your tuba, come upstairs and she'll fix a snack before your nap. Did you borrow my black belt again? Please stop doing that. It doesn't match your band uniform at all. BMom

Please try to keep up.

Waco- I'm glad you found my yoga video helpful. I found your personal video and also enjoyed it. Hope you don't mind me giving out the link: http://www.cmt.com/videos/brad-paisley/158728/online.jhtml MOM of OM aka: you're new big league girlfriend /hungry.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":hungry:" border="0" alt="hungry.gif" />

Ok, Comp, a friend saw him at church and he told them he was just visiting. Too sad because he's a great good with potential...

I'll put the Bobby on the question and give you an answer tomorrow.

I beginning to think you actually like me, Waco....stalkin' the T for me to kick in and all. I responded to your fear of conflict on the South Rebels thread- and the invitation still stands, my sweet. Try not to screw this up with your smart mouth and mindless keyboard.

The Mom with the most OM reporting Day 3 of Hard Core 8 AM YOGA workouts with the REBS... I detect STEALTH WARRIORS with fine tuned focus, core strength, & balance busting out for the fall season! YOGA Day #4 tomorrow on the field--- I'll give some homework for the weekend, then we'll start back on Monday through Thursday 8:00 am. Parents are welcome to join us! If the effort I see in YOGA reflects the season ahead, just give us the state and save time. /ph34r.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":ph34r:" border="0" alt="ph34r.gif" />

Now on to something someone cares about besides Waco.... like REB Football! I busted the Yoga out with a bunch of bright eyed Rebs this morning at 8 on the dot! They were there with great attitudes and ready to rock it. Our next session is tomorrow at 8:00 so dad's: get your boy's butt up and tell to come see the Mom with the most OM for some strength, core, balance, and focus training. It's a great way to start their summer workouts--- AND I bring Renegades (NOT Gatorades), hot doughnuts, and apples for rewards for the early risers. Let's get this SEASON started BABY.... these boyz are lean, mean, winning machines. REB NATION with a lil Namaste on da side... /ph34r.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":ph34r:" border="0" alt="ph34r.gif" /> BTMomma

Oh, ET, you really don't have time to wrestle with me....you'd have to drive in from Elvisville, change into those little wrestling shorts, chase me around a mat until I pushed you out with one nail....then I'd have to apologize for hurting your feelings and your tail feathers, clean you up nice, feed you a good meal, then put you back on the road west. OK, yeah, it would be worth your time, on second thought. Gas up the Harley.... /motorbike.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":motorbike:" border="0" alt="motorbike.gif" />

I don't know what your used to. But this here is the messege board big leagues. You do need sombody to get your back when your having a back and forth with me, and they will be along shortly. As far as calling me out it shows your elavator don't go all the way to the top floor. I don't care how fat you are or how many cookies you can stuff in your pie-hole at once. I've been here along time and will be here when your gone. We have all seen nut cases like you before. You are alot like JPATTS, a Jefferson Co. fan that was on here a few years ago. Another Mo-Ron redneck that was always trying to get somebody to meet him somewhere to fight. But at least he was not a woman trying to pick a fight with a man. My advice to you would be to calm down before somebody as crazy as you takes you up on your offer. My Darlin' Waco, please take your glaucoma medication with an aspirin and chill, as surely your old heart can't take this stress... 1. If you really think this is message board is the 'big leagues' then you're goofier than we first thought. The BIG LEAGUE message boards is EquineYoga. com but if you think you're in the right place, okeeeey dooookey.... we'll play along. 2. Now lets go really slowly for you: I invited YOU to MY yoga class at Olsen's and after I asked you to meet me in the parking lot (that is connected to Texas Roadhouse, as stated in my post) to share with YOU my dissertation on Yoga Benefits for Athletes (which you asked for) and I planned to take you to Texas Roadhouse where I could buy you an adult beverage and perhaps a meal while we debated yoga applications applied to current football leagues in recent years and resulting benefits. 3. Somehow in your polluted DB mind, that equated to a girl beating you up in the parking lot and your crying over it. Dear Lord, no wonder you still live with your mama in a room in the basement! Did every girl that invited you to the parking lot at DB beat you up? Honey, there's counseling for that surely! We can help- just reach out to the community. I recommend starting with a local domestic violence help group. 4. Ok, the first outta the gate lessons you should know: women are smart and most of us are talented, educated and in good physical shape; some of us women not born in 1930s will invite you to a physically challenging class that they actually may TEACH ( note: you may not make it through, but effort counts), and lastly...when a woman wearing a black belt asks you to meet her in the parking lot- NEWSFLASH!- she may be able to afford to personally treat you to drinks and a nice dinner then deliver you home in her BMW. All that AFTER she's gotten 5 kids off to school, taught a full day of 3rd grade, made dinner for her family, ran 2 kids to dance and 1 to art, turned 2 horses out, washed football pads, and slid into her martial arts class. In a few words, welcome to REAL WOMEN in 2009. 5. Do NOT come on a South thread and try to tell any of us about CLASS. We South moms work circles around other ladies in our area---- and still find time to volunteer in our schools and communities. We only ask our BOYZ to work as hard as we do---- and that's pretty dang hard, so expect to be overtired but still bucking. THAT is a SOUTH mom- true grit with gratitude and another 10 things still to be done on our list. Alas, don't play word games with me Waco...reread your posts and you'll see I granted each of your requests. The lesson here is--- watch what you request, as you might have to live through an advanced yoga class then have an share a meal and educated discussion with the professor. You would have gotten off a lot easier if I would have kicked your tail... it would have taken 2 seconds and wouldn't have required any thought or effort on your part. So, as only I like to challenge the spider to the fly again..... I teach my next yoga class Sunday at 2:00. You in? Om with the Proud South Mom BTAYMama

I said put up or shut up. Since you can't see to shut up, I'll assume you can't take the call out. Anyone that knows me will tell you I don't need NO BODY to get my back- I take care of my own. So once again, smacker mouth.... show up or shut up.