About

Hi! My name is Taylor.

And this is my husband, Jake.

We met in 2002 while in the Air Force. We were stationed at the same tech school in Monterey, CA. We didn't really hang out that much, mostly because he was Mormon and back then, I thought Mormons were like Amish people, only weirder.

Get it? Weirder? Aahhh I crack myself up.

We parted ways for many years. In the interim, he got married, and then I got married. He got divorced, and then I got divorced. After my divorce, I moved back to my childhood hometown of Sarasota, FL and got a job while I figured out what to do with my life. We had become Facebook friends a few months back, and one day I saw him post about being in Tampa for somethingorother.

Well, Tampa is less than an hour away from Sarasota. I posted on his Facebook that he should find a way to make it down to SRQ for a day, and I'd show him the magnificent beaches and also have some ice cream. And to my surprise, he did find his way down, and to the beaches we did go, and ate ice cream, too.

He went back to Salt Lake City where he lived, and I stayed in Sarasota. He called me one day and said, "Hey, do you like Flogging Molly?"

I did indeed like Flogging Molly, and I said so.

"Well," he said. "Flogging Molly is going to be playing in SLC in September. Do you want to come out and see them?"

I said no. I always say no to everything, even when my real answer is a shrill resounding YES. I used money as an excuse, and he said he'd pay for my plane ticket. I said I couldn't possibly let him do that, and he said he was going to buy the plane ticket either way, and if I didn't use it then I was wasting money.

OK, that's a pretty sound argument, especially for someone like me. I'm the kind of person who cannot pass up a sale on anything. A sale on doormats made out of soggy licorice? Hey, I might need one of those some time, and these ones are ON SALE!

So I went to SLC, saw Flogging Molly,

The girl on the right is not Molly, and we did not flog her.

went hiking,

and saw many 2002 Winter Olympics type things.

A good time was had by all, and after a few days, I went back to Sarasota.

Jake visited me for Halloween, and we went scuba diving in Key Largo.

He returned for Thanksgiving, and he pretended to enjoy the vegan dinner that was prepared. What a trooper!

I went to SLC for New Year's, and we went skiing.

A month later, we took our happy asses down to the JOP and got ourselves murried. But it wasn't just a flurry of love and happiness that spurred our resolve to tie the knot, oh no...

A little bit of this was involved, too.

Yes, we were irresponsible and shackin' up before we were married. But whatever! Camille rocks, as you can clearly tell by her casually badass Horatio Cane-esque sunglasses pose.

Normally, I would have been the kind of girl to say "I don't need to be married to you to have a baby with you," but Jake is still in the military. The hospital bills were practically all paid for, as opposed to the NO healthcare I had at the time. We got hitched purely for financial reasons. A bureaucratic marriage. Romantics, eat your heart out.

We told each other that we'd have a real wedding some day. At this time, though, we're both still in school, I'm still fat from having a baby, and Camille is too little to participate in a ceremony. So we're putting it off.

Until 2015.

Only four years to go!