No Picnic For You

I have come to the decision that I will not be attending my 20 year class reunion this summer. There were many factors involved, including the distance and cost, but the deciding factor for me was in reading the Facebook page that was created for the planning of the reunion.

It was decided that a family picnic before the reunion would be a good way to socialize and meet each others' families. The location was debatable, but one great suggestion was to actually have it on the grounds of our high school. I loved this idea. I was excited to be able to walk my kids around campus and share some of my great - and even some not-so-great - high school memories with them. However, when it was asked if we could use the school's fields, the inquiry was met with this reply:

The above letter was posted on the Facebook page and everyone who read and commented on it found it to be funny. They were all quite proud of the reputation which the class of 1990 had apparently created for itself back in the day. They also mentioned that they were definitely planning on having alcohol at the picnic, so they were happy to find another location.

Seriously? With everyone's kids there and an open bar at the formal reunion later that night, is alcohol at a FAMILY picnic really necessary? Apparently I am in the minority with this opinion.

I was never really a big part of the whole high school hype, anyhow. Unless my classmates were in choir or drama or (ahem) lower level classes (I'm not proud of my lack of enthusiasm for learning at the time, but it was what it was) then I probably didn't even really know them, anyhow.

I think I'll be planning my own kind of reunion at some point because there are some people that I would really enjoy catching up with. I'll plan a day when my family is going to be in California anyway and call up a few friends that I'd enjoy seeing again. People who know how to have fun and be crazy without a drink in hand. Maybe we'll meet up for lunch or dinner and just catch up on old times.

Now, THAT will be a reunion I can look forward to.

What the HAIL?!

Here we are at Reunion Flats, trying to huddle together to avoid the pelting hail last Saturday.

I swear, it's following me.

(Secretly, I kind of like it.)

We Are Family

In case you were wondering, this is the reason my blog has been neglected this past week. We attended the family reunion for Allen's side of the family up near Driggs, Idaho at a campground called Reunion Flats in the shadow of the Teton Mountains.

Can I just say: I love these people.

Only 11 of Allen's siblings and their families are in this picture. One family had to leave early for another reunion and 4 weren't able to make it. Aren't we an awesome looking group of people, considering we have been camping and haven't showered for 4 days? (Please take time to notice that at least 4 of my children have red licorice all over their faces or clothing. Yes, friends, that's how we roll in the great outdoors.)

I have lots of great pictures and stories to tell. But guess what? Another family reunion. This weekend.

I know.

Catch up with you soon.