mismatched what?

Socks. Socks. That is right. It has been so long (3 years?) since I wrote on this that I forgot the

name of the blog. I guess that kind of sums up life. I would LOVE to upload photos but do not have them on this iPad thing. We have a new camera, which I do not know how to upload pictures FROM. I didn't even have time to figure out how to find this name of my blog so I could write. Time. How to use it. How I am supposed to use it. My kids are now wearing mismatched socks, almost daily to school. I have evolved since my last entry in 2009. I threw out all of our colored/printed socks (except my husbands).All of my socks are white and all of the kids socks are white as well. So mismatched or NOT they are always white. Problem solved. Heck, sometimes they are not even clean, but the DO match. It is a start

Dang

The hour is late (is 10:19 p.m. late). I have not gotten to this enough lately. Where has the fall gone. CHristmas time is here....again. it is miraculous and magical. I am so thankful tonight for people. People I met tonight. People I know that I celebrated with tonight. For meeting friends that I feel have deep roots...i dig deep roots. Real deep roots. Like those trees in California...Sequloi's....(what...is that spelled right?). I am also thankful for Pinot Grigio.

Feliz.

Cancer $%^&* sucks.

I love it when I see t-shirt that just says "fuck cancer". Because, is that not exactly what you want to say when you hear someone you know, love, or for that mattter someone you know who knows someone who knows someone that has cancer? Especially if that person is young, like, me, or you. Is a mother, or father and may die when their children are young, or worse yet, babies?
I came upon a blog called Lemmondrops ( www.lemmondrops.blogspot.com ). I read it about 6 months ago and have left it alone for awhile. It is so close to home. I sat and re-read a good chunk of Emilie's last 2 months of postings. Her wit, her honesty, her pain, her love really comes through.

Now, I am going upstairs and I am going to kiss the girls goodnight while they sleep. I am going to rub Maggie's fuzzy head. and tell Mark how much I love him. May God grant me the wisdom and grace to never take my health or the health of those I love for granted.

My heart is so full tonight from an evening full of just loving my daugters. First grade is just so ....cute. Reece's 2 front teeth are still out and I just love looking at her mouth. Love watching her read. I did not love watching her get stung by a bee for the first time tonight. I wanted so to take the pain away, but I couldn't. Ella was trying to make her feel better. Maggie was running around the house with some magnet dolls. She has gotten so darn big. Where is that little black -haired baby of mine (ours...sorry honey.). Ella's hair smells of rotten peaches. Just sweet....and heavy. If I had a word to describe her, it would be "zippy". Life is rich.

We had such a fun night in July celebrating my parent's 40th wedding anniversary. All of my sister and their husbands and mom and dad headed to Wilderness Ridge in Lincoln for a beautiful, "grown-up" night. Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong playing in the background, champagne, laughter, tears. We went around the table and shared what we had learned from their marriage. It was a very special night...topped of by mom and dad demonstrating the Argentenian Tango to all of us.....we had to hose them down...just KIDDING mom.

Our home is 1100 sq. ft. so the summertime is our time to entertain. Hence, the second annual Bergeron Luau. Fresh lei's, pulled pork and Mai-Tai bar, kots of tiki-torches and some fun peeps.

The Story of a Tooth in Pictures (starting from the end and working our way forward)