Taylor the Teacher

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Since living in the Southeast means not getting Saints games on regular cable, and since Saints games are absolutely mandatory in our household, we signed up for Direct TV two years ago this month so we could get the NFL […]

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My husband tossed the deflated air mattress we’d borrowed for our trip to New Orleans last week to his buddy.
“This thing caused me more arguments with my wife than my first two years of marriage,” he said with a grin.
We slept on an air mattress built for one on the floor of a […]

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Okay, so I was defensive in my last. ~sorry for being a meaniehead~ I’ve never let my blog go that long before.
Plus, I forgot my note from home. Here are some of the early drafts:  
Dear Mrs. Scott:
Please excuse Taylor from her recent absence from her blog. She was celebrating her birthday and anniversary. ~which […]

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I swore to myself I would never apologize for not blogging in blah-blah number of days, because really who cares? But, like all resolutions, this one is safely in the pile of disappointment.

Sorry I haven’t blogged in however many days. Here’s what happened…
I wanted to participate in Jose’s Howl meme a second time….. but […]

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Circa 1998.
Since being a bridesmaid means wearing EXACTLY THE SAME THING as 4 or 5 other single girls at a highly important social occasion, I felt it was necessary to distinguish myself with these red leopard print stiletto heels from Victoria’s Secret.
To tell the truth, they hurt my feet.
But I still felt like a […]

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I took a couple of photography classes at Louisiana State University. ~i graduated from there three times, and lived in baton rouge from 1990–2003. had many adventures which need re-telling on this or another blog. i think i have that rare disease that makes sufferers want to write down everything~ The teacher of that photography […]

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This is the sign for a store in South Carolina on the highway up to Asheville, NC. I was honestly too afraid to take pictures inside, lest someone sense my shock & disapproval and whistle for the militia which I’m sure bunks within earshot of that place. Inside was every conceivable household item plastered with a Confederate […]

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My ~then~ boyfriend and I went to New Orleans for a day of taking photos, drinking Jack Daniels, and making out in French Quarter balconies. He’s now my husband, and we’re moving back to the Big Easy this summer.

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Would it be bitchy to make an outgoing message on my cell phone voice mail asking people NOT to leave me a voice mail?
It would go something like this:

This is Taylor. Please don’t leave voicemail. My phone alerts me when I miss a call and your number is there. I’ll take that as […]

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Because I don’t talk to each of my things individually, just to my stuff as a whole, I just miss the DSM-III R for legal schizophrenia. I checked. Besides talking to my collective stuff is insightful and sophisticated.  Talking to individual things would be crazy.

This morning, at 6:59, I bounced a bunch of my stuff out of bed before dawn.  All that […]

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