TheMorrisonFamilyBlog

 I always wanted to write. To be a travel journalist, live like a resident, see it as a tourist. It hasn't worked out that way so far... Someday... In the meantime, check out page 80 in the September issue of Family Fun Magazine. In the box on the lower left-hand side of the page is my idea! I love Family Fun Magazine. We have subscribed to it since my second child was born, some fifteen years ago. It's changed some, and some not. It has excellent articles and they are all geared towards being a family...I love that! My favorite section is the cooking articles. I love to try new recipes and FF gears theirs so I can actually cook a great recipe with simplicity so the kiddos can do most of the work! Again, page 80...check it out!

 Hands down this is the best reunion story out there. It's almost time for reunion parties. There is excitement and fear for anyone whose time it is to reunite with former classmates. My 20-year High School Reunion is the best reunion story out there. I attended my 20 Year High School Reunion. I had mixed feelings. First off, it was extremely over-priced. One of my classmates scored the "big time," took out a membership at the ritzy country club and took advantage of the rest of us! Secondly, I tried to squeeze in as much as I could during those years. I loved high school. Well, except for how this particular story started. It was Sadie Hawkins . The dance where the girl asks the guy... buys the cute matching shirt/sweater and plays a divine goddess host for the evening. My first pick didn't get back to me... so, I asked the Student Body President. I spent days making this enormous poster of butcher paper, magic marker, paint and, of course, writing some cheesy poem,

 It had been a long, long time. Unbelievably, time did NOT standstill. People came and went in our lives. It had been fourteen years since I last saw the person who forever will be known as "MY BEST FRIEND." There's no need to hide anything. I was nervous. Those five tenants who rented my uterus for nine months at a time were less than friendly to my body. Not that it should matter, he saw my best and worst side for two years, and now should be no different. Saturday time DID standstill. It seemed to drag on and on. I was introduced to his son. It was like looking through a time machine...he had the same hands, fingers, and fingernails as his dad and his bottom lip matched his. They had the same neck and the shape of their eyes. Wow! Genes are pretty amazing ! I stood against the chain link fence, #72 embedded in my line of vision. He was at the starting line and I was ready to watch him race . It would be the first time I'd seen him race--something he loved. This was