Summer in Review

I made this movie to remind myself of all the fun things we did together as a family this summer. It is too easy to forget all the good times, so I gathered up all the photos and put them to music. Movie by Me. Music by Matt.

"Such Great Heights" by Iron & Wine; Wine -covered by Matt
"re-stacks" by Bon Iver -covered by Matt
"Revelry" by Kings of Leon -covered by Matt

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Going Green-ish

When it comes to going GREEN, I'm beginning to feel a bit like those ousted smokers who now hesitate before lighting up in public. God forbid anyone sees me drinking from this Styrofoam cup- I’ll just die! I'm more ashamed of my carbon footprint than my weight. Now that's saying something! It seems everyone these days is eating organic food, wearing organic clothing, and using only organic products. And if you are not living an earth friendly existence, like me, you feel EMBARRASSED and STUPID and LAZY. I believe I've taken the first step to going Green; I have acknowledged that I am not doing my part in making this planet a healthy place to live for future generations. It's not like I throw trash out of my car window as I'm driving down the highway or pollute the air with toxic fumes from my 1977 Chevy pickup truck. I'm just lazy and being Green takes work. I sometimes daydream about what my life might be like after the kids are all grown up. Here is what I imagine- Matt and I will travel the country in our hybrid RV, entering every Bar-B-Q competition from coast to coast. When we are home, we will tend to our food forest and help our neighbors install solar panels because we have them and LOVE them! It will be awesome. I will feel awesome. Earth will love me. And we will be one. As you can see, I am really looking forward to living a more earth friendly lifestyle. I am also excited about winning some prize money for Matt’s award winning ribs, but I’ve got a while. So in the meantime, I really need to start making some changes. Change #1- Recycle. I know what you are thinking; I can’t believe you don’t recycle. Everyone recycles. Yeah, well, we don’t. We’ve tried, many times I might add. We even bought two garbage cans for the kitchen, one for trash and one for recycling. As some of you may know, practically everything is recyclable. Every 3 hours the garbage can used for recycling would need to be emptied. This meant we had to take it outside to the blue recycling bin. Not an easy task, and if you knew the hoops and hurdles we had to go through just to get out of the side door and down the steps to our blue recycling box, you might be a little bit more sympathetic. Change #2- Conserve water. I am a water waster. When I am loading the dishwasher, I let the faucet run the entire time so that I can rinse off each dish. I let the water run when I brush my teeth. I take really long showers. Multiply all that wasting by 5 because that is how many people are in this family and there you go; a household of water wasters. Change #3- Use eco-friendly products. Under my kitchen sink is a smorgasbord of cleaning products, all of which are hazardous to the human body as well as to the environment. I don’t purchase these products with the intent of harming earth and all its inhabitants, it’s just that they are cheap and I’m a bargain shopper.  The reality is that going Green is not an easy process.  Just like anything worth while, it takes work.  But I think that we can all agree that Mother Earth is worth the effort.  I don't want her to think of me as her unappreciative daughter, so I better get busy doing my part.  *Every day is Earth day *Plant a tree *Reduce, Reuse, Recycle *Go Green

Baby #3 turns 3!!!!

My baby is 3 years old today.  I'm not sure who pushed fast forward but here we are 3 years later with a toddler who runs like an Olympian, fights like a beast, and hugs like a grizzly.  And when did he get a neck?  It's like one day he had a ring of chub where his neck should be and the next day, bam, there it was- a long lean neck!  Luke was so small when he was born.  His features seemed so petite.  Now my little man is strong and quick, an athlete in the making.  Lucas can worm himself out of most sticky situations just by showing his cheeky little grin.  He is charming, sly, and a force to be reckoned with.  Something you may not know about Lucas is that he has an extra front tooth.  We've considered having it removed, but why?  The extra front tooth and his freakishly rock hard calves make for excellent conversation starters. "Wow, your son has amazingly muscular gams!" says stranger. "I know.  He has his father's physique," I reply.  This conversation has never actually taken place, but it could have.  If you have children, then you know that 2 is really as bad as "they" say it is.  Lucas is never satisfied and he means the exact opposite of everything he says.  I don't have to go to the bathroom means I have to go to the bathroom.  I want milk in my cereal means I don't want milk in my cereal.  The list could go on and on, but I think you get what I'm saying.  I sometimes get frustrated and rub my temples in a rhythmic motion for hours on end, but in between each exasperated exhale is an "I'm glad you choose me to be your momma" inhale.  And I mean that with every ounce of my being. Namaste, Lucas Wayne Bergen and Happy 3rd Birthday! 

"Time flies when you are having fun"

I Swear To You


Matt and I celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary in Savannah, GA.  I really wanted to look cute in Savannah, so I went to Walmart to purchase my "Savannah outfit."  Due to ROLLBACKS, I was actually able to purchase two "Savannah outfits" and still be under budget.  We arrived at The Marshall House around 2ish. By 2:30 we were on a trolley seeing the sights.  I am so happy we did the trolley tour because there is no way we would have seen everything otherwise.  The Oglethorpe Trolley Tour was cheap, $15 per person, and they came and picked us up from The Marshall House.  The tour lasted about 90 minutes, and then we hopped off the trolley on Bay Street.  Before the trip, Matt did a little restaurant research and found this place called B. Matthews.  The menu looked delicious and the reviews were all positive.When we got to B. Matthews a sign on the door said that they would reopen at 5:00, luckily there was an empty table outside, so we took a seat.  At this point I was cussing my "Savannah outfit" because it was not conducive to sweating and walking.  I originally thought that a long black flowing skirt would allow me to receive a nice summer breeze.  Not so.  The rubbing together of my inner thighs made me wish I had stashed a tube of Lanacane anti chafing gel in my purse.  We waited about thirty minutes for B. Matthews to open, and when we finally made it into that air conditioned building I smiled a goofy kind of smile.  B. Matthews was worth waiting for.  Matt started out with a Stella and me,  a Key lime Martini. As we sipped on our fancy drinks and listened to Joni Mitchell and devoured the appetizer with a name neither of us could pronounce, we felt secretly hip.  How could we not.  The setting was old, dark, rustic, and yet modern.  The waitresses radiated coolness and the cuisine was  worthy of its mention in Food Network Magazine.  We were wannabe hipsters living it up for one night in steamy Savannah. It was fun!   After dinner we walked back to the hotel to rinse off and rest our feet.  Due to dehydration, my fingers and toes looked like breakfast sausages, but after several bottles of water, we were ready for round 2.  We decided to head towards the river, and boy were we surprised.  Hundreds, maybe thousands, of people lined the streets.  Matt and I had to walk single file to snake through the crowds.  At this point I wasn't feeling so hip.  It was neat to see such an eclectic mix of people out and about, but we just aren't bar hopping folks.  We decided to leave being hip to the hipsters and head back to The Marshall House where we slipped into our complimentary robes, flipped on the boob tube, and wondered if the kids were sleeping soundly at Grandma's.  Ten years later and "I DO" means as much now as it did then.  Matt and I have this silly little phrase that we use to keep each other honest- I swear to you. It is absolutely forbidden to break an I swear to you.  So, Matt, if you are reading this, I swear to you that our trip to Savannah was wonderful and although we may no longer be hip(slang) as defined by Wiki, we are still pretty dang cool.  Can I get an AMEN?!


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