Reagan

We are fostering a sweet little brindle boxer female.  She was found, with what we believe to be her sister, roaming the country side.  The two were chasing cattle so they were close to losing their life, I'm sure.  My friend, Anne (I think I can call her my friend now) called and I met her at the city pound.  

Reagan was in heat, scared to death, and skinny.  Anne said she could have been much skinnier, but to me, she was much too thin.

We brought her in, bought a crate, and introduced her to Bo.  He couldn't care less.  While she was in her crate, she tried to act bad and eat him.  But, I think it was a mixture of her being scared to death, and in heat. 

Once she was spayed (on Valentines day- poor girl) she has turned into such a sweet girl.  Although, she has let her inner puppy out.  She chews on everything.  

Friday, we will take her to meet her potential adoptive parents.  While I am so very excited, it's somewhat bittersweet.  Our first foster will have come and gone.  Her becoming adopted will make room for another needy pet, but, still.... the first- finished.

I know that I have definitely spammed my personal and business facebook pages with promoting Tulsa Boxer Rescue's Scentsy fundraiser. I hope no one was so offended they were angry.  I hope one or two people have given the idea of adoption  some time.

Here are some pictures of Reagan...Rea Rea, as Emileigh calls her :)













Fundraising


Toes in the water

Okay, so I'm like a day behind on my project 30 days of blogging.  You'll find out, that's me :)    Yesterday, we spent the evening planning out Vacation!  I can't begin to explain how excited I am.  Kevin and I haven't been on a real vacation in...oh, six years?  Maybe less.  I can't remember, really.

Anyway- Neither Kevin nor I have ever been to the ocean.  Yep, I have NEVER SEEN THE OCEAN.
I am 32 years old, he's a teeny bit older, and we are ocean virgins.

Come April, that will be no longer.


TeamTaylor will be heading to DESTIN, FLORIDA!



Yep, 800 miles with two kids and a momma who get's car sick like no other.  Oh, and a navagator... HAHAHA we will definitely be going with onstar navigation.  I SUCK at map reading.  Just ask any driver I have dispatched... :)  





We will be traveling with some friends of ours to the wonderful, pristine, relaxing - Destin, Florida.






When I started to look at pictues to put on the blog... I had to stop myself.  I could have posted 1,000 of these beauties.  I'm not even kidding.




Do you see that middle chair?  You know, the one with the shade on both sides.  That one... is mine.




And these two beauties...  That's exactly where I dream of being with my girl, Tiffany while our sweet, wonderful, hot husbands chase after our kiddos.  The only thing missing will be the hot cabana boys. :)




I know, I'm totally dreaming about sitting and cabana boys.  But, I do want to make a huge sand castle with my kids.  


And I can't even begin to tell you how excited I am to watch the sunrise and sunset with my husband.  On a beach?!!  

This Oklahoma girl is so freaking excited to spend my first vacation with my family in such a beautiful place.



What are some things we HAVE to do while we are there??



***Day 4 of 30 days blogging ***




Love of the Game - Pt 1










We signed Blayne up to play t-ball this week.  I can't even begin to tell you how excited I am.  This has also brought back so many memories of my own years of playing softball.  Memories that I want to record and what better way than on my blog, right?

This will be a series, it will have to be.  I have so much to write.  I will also be adding to it, I'm sure.
If any of my old teammates read this, I ask that you add a memory in the comments... :) Love you all!

~For the Love of the Game~
part 1


I started playing softball when I was five.  In the town I grew up in, we didn't have a facility for girls to play.  I'm not exactly sure of the details, (i was five!) but somehow some land was donated.  The land was formerly used as a dump.  We spent many, many, MANY hours picking up rocks, trash, and other obstacles.
My friend, Em's dad used his equipment to flatten the earth and mold the precious land into playable field for the girls of Bristow.

I can remember we were taught to be very careful when sliding, girls would tear up their bodies on the rocks and pebbles in the land.  

During games and practices, you would notice coaches and even some of the players picking up rocks and throwing them off the field.

I loved that little piece of land.  It taught me how to appreciate a field.  It taught me that a bad bounce, still must be played.  It taught me that something that was once used as trash, can be beautiful.

My best friend, Amy, and I would be put on riding lawnmowers while our dads would man weed eaters. Sitting here writing this, I am over come with emotion. Our fathers worked so very hard for their girls to be able to have something as wonderful as the boys in our town had had for years.  

As I grew, my dad became my softball coach.  Amy was the best pitcher in the state, and we had a great group of girls on our team.  We grew together, played together, and eventually, won together... a lot.  By the time we were 13, we were playing competitive ball and winning most of the time.  If you hear my dad tell the story, he can tell you about each and every win, loss, and most of the great plays.

I remember traveling to softball games sitting in the back of our truck (I KNOW, RIGHT??) with six other girls, singing songs and laughing.  I remember Judy being in the dugout.  When my dad pissed me off (which he was a pro at, love ya dad) she would hug me and tell me something funny.  I remember the chants we would sing when one of our players were up to bat.  I remember laying on blankets waiting for the next game during a tournament.  I remember eating my weight in skittles while my buddy ate her weight in chocolate chip ice cream. :)   I remember having three Jennifer's on my team, however only one was called Jen.  I was Rudy, and Clyde was.... well, Clyde.  I remember that it was imperative to tell the other team good job when the game was over, and we would be friends.  On the field, fierce enemies, off the field, pre-teen girls. I remember that game time meant serious time, but once the last out was called, it was time to act silly again. You came to work to work.  

I remember my grandparents being at every.single.game.

I remember the last game we played together.  It was a tournament in Henryetta, Oklahoma.  I didn't know it would be our last game together... I didn't know we would move in January.  

~*****~

***Day 3 of 30***

Through?

For those of you who know me, or have read my blog in the past, you know that Blayne and Emileigh were both welcomed surprises in our family.  Blayne, because we thought biological children weren't something we would have.  Emileigh, because...well, we weren't paying attention ; )

Both of our kiddos are amazing.  You would have to tear them out of my cold dead arms to get them away from me, and then, I would haunt you and 10 of your following generations.

That being said.  I am finished having children.  DONE.

I want my children to be able to live a good life.  Full of vacations, weekend get-a-ways, extra curricular activities, college.  (I'm not looking forward to paying for a wedding, so we've already begun to explain how much fun it is to get married in Las Vegas to Em.)

I can't give three kids that kind of life.  Just can't do it.  This phrase would be standard: "I'm sorry, TaylorTot, we can't afford that because your brother and sister are doing, XYZ."  How much would that suck.  Oh, and before you comment, let me say this:  My kids aren't going to get to do everything they want to do, nor will they get everything they think they need.  I get that. I am good with that.  My point, I don't want to beat in their brains that they couldn't do something because there were too many of them.


Today, I took a pregnancy test.  I'm late... way late. So late, I can't remember my last, you know.  So late that when I asked K to run to Walgreens for me, he didn't hesitate, much.

We both talked about what we would do if the test came back positive.  Both being very careful with our word choices, because, if it was positive, we didn't want the wrong reaction to hang over our heads, or be guilty of not wanting the baby.  Funny thing is, neither of us want another baby.

Kevin got back and I ran over the dog to get to the bathroom.  I didn't get up while waiting for the test to read... I watched the lines darken as the seconds slowly crept along.  Finally, I was satifified with the results.

Negative.

NEGATIVE!  Thank goodness.

I squeeled, then realized that I had better explain that it was a good squeel.
Kevin and I both breathed a sigh of relief, then he stated that a vasectomy was in order. lol

I am going to bed tonight, very, very thankful for the two children we are blessed with.  They are perfect and wonderful in so many ways.  I'm sure, if we were pregnant, the third baby would be just as perfect and wonderful.  If we were to become so lucky to win the lottery, maybe we'll have a third or fourth.  But for now, I am content with being a family of four.


Jen


- I'm sure this isn't really the kind of thing most people blog about, however, I'm still on this journey of 30 days of writing.  Keeping it real is my motto, and this was the most REAL thing that happened today. :)


***** Day 2 of 30 in Thirty days of writing*****

A year of Blogging

I follow a wonderfully written blog that is full of daily life.  Struggles, triumphs, joys, failures.  It contains the peaks and valleys of a real life.  I must say, it is yet another thing scentsy brought me, because, if I hadn't joined I wouldn't have stumbled upon it.

The blog is written by my Super Star Director, Allison Dalke, who is also my sponser.  She isn't who I was recruited by, or signed up under, but lucky for me, is now my person.   

She started out writing a blog a day for a short time period.  She grew and so did her blog.  She now reaches out to hundreds, thousands, who knows the actual number of women and men she touches.  And you know what, it's not about some expensive craft product. It isn't about a cookbook, or a journey to a far land.  It's about life.

I have struggled blogging because I never felt what I had to say was good enough. Nor, did I think that my life was interesting.  However, you know what...It is.  It is good enough for me.  It is good enough for my family... in fact, we love it.  My kids will want to read the entries later in life... right?

So- I am taking the challenge. I'm going to start out slowly.  A blog a day for 30 days.

Warning- I'm not going to worry about the quality of the content.  I'm sure it will grow as I do in my blogging adventure.  What I will do, is promise that you will get a glimpse in what it really is like to be a Mom to two wonderful children and a wonderful supportive husband.

I'm going to be mushy at times, and other times, I might blame him for my awful mood.  That's life, right?

Welcome to the journey- I hope you'll enjoy the ride as much as I do.


***Day 1 of 30 days of Blogging***


BTW- if you are interested in Allison's blog, check it out here.

Tulsa Boxer Rescue

I've been the worst blogger, again.  However, I own this about myself (read about me).  I haven't even blogged about our newest addition, Bobo.  The best Boxer in the entire universe.  I promise to post more about him at a later date.  Today's post is to prmote a great, wonderful, fantastic, beautiful, organization.  Tulsa Boxer Rescue is such a perfect group of loving folks who are helping Oklahoma boxers find their forever homes.  They carefully rescue these precious animals and find the perfect home for them.  I'm serious, we have only been affialiated with this group for a month or so, and I AM HOOKED.  I want to help them all that I can.

 So- I am having a Scentsy Fundraiser.  100% of the proceeds will go to this amazing group.  Would you please help us?  You purchase some scentsy goodness this month (10% off, too!) and the proceeds go to this wonderful group.  I can't think of a better WIN-WIN situation, can you?

Feel free to share this blog with anyone and everyone.  Let's help save some boxers!



Please, go to my Scentsy site and place an order.  Click HERE!

Also- be sure to "like" my Facebook Fan Page.


Thanks everyone!