My Best Friends Forever

In junior high, highschool, college, and later life I've had the most amazing group of friends that have come into my life.  They have been amazing and have been there for me through the good times and the bad.  With that said, some of the times when we've been together we've created some of the bad.  Most of  them.

Where I'm from, all ages hung out with all ages.  At the time it seemed cool, but now I look back and some of those people were robbing the cradle.  I grew up with the Brookwood Bunch.  Everybody wanted to hang with us.  I was cool by association.  I lived in the Cove, but that was still in the neighborhood so I was good.  The Brookwood Bunch lived in a country club neighborhood south of Jackson, and it was fabulous.  All growing up we would take our parents' golf carts at age 10 or younger and take turns ordering food on each others parent's tab depending on who got in trouble last.  Boys loved us (my friends) and girls wanted to be our friends (even mine!).  After 8th grade I got boobs, a new hair do, put make-up on, and met Anti Christ.  I didn't get to have as much fun in high school after him because he was evil.

So in highschool I was kind of a nerd/athlete/cool person.  I had my honor class friends, my athlete friends, and my "Morgan just do it" friends.  The "Morgan just do it" friends were 1950's Super Mom, K, J, and sometimes M Jane.  We decided to name ourselves US 5, and I'm so goobed out when I think back on it.  J, M Jane, and I played sports together.  At one point, we all quit the basketball team at the same time because our coach had gone bat shit crazy.  J was good friends with the  bat shit crazy coach and was giving her a heart felt speech on why she was quitting.  While she was doing that, I was in the hallway screaming the Spanish alphabet because I had a test the next period.  I had to go in after J, and the coach said that this was all my fault and she didn't care if I quit because I talk too much anyway.  I didn't realize J and the bat shit crazy coach heard me screaming "AH, BEH, CE" and so on during the talk.  No wonder she hated me. 

1950's Super Mom, K, and J got me into a lot of trouble in school.  Those 3 got away with murder, and I got in trouble for taking too long to go to the bathroom.  The worst was when I cut class when there was a substitute for the hardest, meanest teacher in school to go hang out with them in a class where the teacher was on methamphetamine.  I walked in the class after lunch and hung out with them in the classroom like I belonged there.  It took the meth teacher 20 minutes to figure out I wasn't supposed to be there, and she went into a meth rage.  We tried to convince her that I'd been in her class all year long, but she found out we were lying.  The meth teacher told my hardest, meanest teacher what I did, and the hardest, meanest teacher called me and told me to apologize to the meth teacher.  Why??  She's on METH!  Anyway, 1950's Super Mom, K, and J said they would get her a card and a present.  I handed the meth teacher her present and card and thought I was done with it.  The next Monday morning of school, the hardest, meanest teacher opened the gates of hell on my ass.  Apparently my stupid ass friends bought a naked plastic blonde haired doll as the present and a card that said "The only thing I don't miss about you is your terrible morning breath."  The hardest, meanest teacher came up with homework and homework passes that I couldn't have, book reports and book report passes I couldn't have, and a trip to the Centers for Disease Control in Atlanta I couldn't attend.  This was all anounced after she made me sit in the back of the room, and I had to stay there the remainder of the year.  Needless to say, the 3 of them didn't have anything happen to them.  Typical.

My college friends and I were known as "The A Team" or "The Cult" to some people, but most people referred to us as "The Wolf Pack".  We weren't aware of "The Wolf Pack" label until after college.  All we did was have a good time and date a few guys.  Why do people have to hate??  "The A Team" as I would like to think of us consisted of 12 girls that hardly ever left each others sides.  Most of the time we traveled in packs of 3.  It's just how we worked.  We were there for each other, no matter how crazy the other one would be.  Here are the names of the famous "A Team": LM-most beautiful girl you'll ever see.  She was shy around those who didn't know her and funny as hell around her true friends.  When LM was single for a hot minute, one of our friends went ape shit because the guy the she was obsessed with was nuts about LM.  What do you say??  I'm sorry I'm hotter than you?  I wouldn't know.  EB-she was the grandma who would go out big one night but went to bed at 8:00pm every other night of the week.  She was the comic relief and wouldn't let anybody get us down.  Manic-she was the one that was way up or would get after your ass for giving her a bad look.  One of the funniest and most fun girls you'll ever meet.  Ramona-she was the rational one that would tell you what you need to hear no matter how bad you didn't want to hear it.  She was one of the leaders that would take anyone down that messed with us.  Bonkey-she was the fun one who was always up for a good time.  She would always know what was going on and made sure we were there.  Kel Bel-she never really got into much trouble with us, but when we did we laughed about it amongst ourselves.  She took me to Knoxville a few times when visiting her now husband.  Enough said.  Dirty Mexican-she was a hot mess and we were scared what she was going to do next.  She, also, is one of the funniest people I know and is my cousin's cousin.  On her birthday she fell out of her window on the second story of her house.  The only thing that broke her fall was the awning above the door.  Me-well I'd like to think I was perfect and great, and I made everyone happy all the time.  I'm leaving off a few people, because they probably don't want me to mention them.  If you're reading this you probably know who they are. 

My late in life friends are my "grown up" friends.  No more keg parties (without a kegerator), party punch surprise, or food with carbs.  My serious conversations consist of job stress, weight gain, and fertility.  I still  get to hear about boy troubles, but it's not as fun because we're married to them.  We don't chase them now, we run from them.

There are so many stories with these amazing friends of mine that I'll share sporadically throughout my blog, but for now they are safe.  These women have helped me grow through all my many stages of life.  My friends are my lifeline, and I will always be there for them whenever they need me.  Also, I am going to stop judging people when I first meet them.  This is an ongoing task that I'm sure I will complete within my 30s.