Chronicling The Comerfords

Monday, September 27, 2010

What an Honor!

On September 21st Ben traveled with his Grandfather to Washington DC on the West GA Honor Flight.

A few times a year they take WWII veterans on a one day trip to the WWII memorial. This time our church was helping sponsor the trip so there was a lot of talk around church and town about it. Ben asked Grandpa if he would like to go and jumped right on the opportunity. Every veteran has to have a "guardian" travel with them to Ben went along to "guard" Grandpa. For weeks he has been reminding us of the trip and talking about it. It was fun to see the excitement and anticipation building.

On Tuesday they left here at 5:30am and rode to the airport on church buses. They were escorted by all sorts of police and firetrucks. Grandpa said he had "no idea how they could even see to drive with all those lights flashing"! They had a catered Waffle House breakfast then landed in Baltimore around 10:30am.

They traveled all over DC. Everywhere they stopped to visit, there was someone there waiting to thank them for their service. Many political figures and even an Army General took time out of their day to come out and speak with the group.

After a busy day in Washington they all boarded a flight to head home. While eating a steak dinner on the plane, there was a mail-call. We were all secretly asked to write letters to our soldiers. We were told there would be a surprise mail-call on the plane like when they were in war. Grandpa said reading all the letters from the family and seeing his great-grand children's artwork was icing on the cake. They also received letters from the boyscouts and state officials. In the words of Ben this entire day "was a first rate operation!"

They arrived back at the airport about 10:15pm. Little did they know there would be a few hundred people plus soldiers waiting to give them a proper welcome home. Flags and balloons were flying and banners were waving. The looks on the faces of these men were priceless! I think I teared up 3 or 4 times. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity for all.

Here are some pictures of Grandpa Comerford's Homecoming

Amelia waiting patiently for Grandpa

All the soldiers lined up to welcome home the Veterans

Maybe Grandma is a little excited?!

Here they come!

Welcome Home!

Grandpa shaking hands with everyone thanking him for his service

Fun day with new friends

All the Comerford's excited to see Grandpa.
You can't even tell it's 11:30 on a school night! :)

All the way home Grandpa told us stories of his day. The new friends he met, the people who kept shaking his hands and thanking him, the good food, the letters, he loved it all. When we dropped Grandpa and Grandma off he hugged Ben and thanked him for a great day. Then he said, "I've never been so appreciated before."
Think about that the next time you see a man in a WWII hat. He fought for you and your country. He shouldn't have to travel to Washington DC to be appreciated. Thank him where he is.

"You Are Missed!"

What a great weekend Amelia and I had. The Man of the House was out of town for a wedding and us girls stayed home. Congrats to Trey and Jaime! We hate we missed the big day, but have really enjoyed the pictures. SO PRETTY!

Anyway, it was a really relaxing weekend around the house. We had friends over Friday and Saturday. Not to mention the sweetest, prettiest little girl came for a visit Saturday night. There isn't much better than holding a baby. We also squeezed in time for a birthday party and some pink converse tennis shoes.

Sunday morning I had to teach Sunday School. I do not like teaching Sunday school one bit. I always feel like I struggle through it. If you ever heard our other teachers, you would be intimidated too! They are wonderful. I surprised myself with a really good lesson. We also prayed for rain in class and it has rained 2 days in a row! Something must have went right! :)

I think I have mentioned that in church we sit in the "old folks section". I don't mean this in a bad way. I love where we sit. It's just that most people our age either go to the contemporary service or sit in the back or balcony of the church. I have to be front and center to pay attention. So by default, we have our assigned seats surrounded by a group of some of our "more mature" friends. They seem to enjoy having us around and we definitely love all of them.

This Sunday I moved in close to one of my most favorite ladies so we could sit together. She is a widow and I was by myself so together we made a fun pair. I don't know her age and I suppose it would be rude to say anyway. She has a beautiful, bright smile and some fun quirky stories. At least once a month she comments on me not having on stockings or something on my shoulders. I think of her during the week, every week. You know there are just some people who stick with you. Together we snickered at the children's choir and giggled as the pastor explained the sweetness of candy corn to the children of the church.

I learned a lot teaching my lesson in Sunday school and we had a sermon that spoke directly to me. The hymns were spot on and it started raining during church. It was a wonderful Sunday! But the most incredible thing happened right when I found my seat on the pew. I sat down next to my friend (who was not there the previous Sunday) and said, "We missed you last week!" She looked at me and beamed for a split second then said, "Well, thank you. I appreciate that. It's nice to know I was missed."

While the lesson, sermon, hymns and joyful children made a perfect Sunday, my lesson came from my sweet ol'friend... "It's nice to know I was missed."

Isn't it amazing how one simple phrase or act of kindness can mean so much to someone?

When I got home from church there was a text on my phone from my traveling husband saying "I miss my girls". It IS nice to know you are missed!

There are many of you who read my blog that I don't get to see nearly as much as I would like. Know that you are all missed and loved daily. I truly miss every single one of you!

Who all do you know that needs to know you miss them?

Much Love!

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Baby Steps

Amelia took her first 2 steps of Independence on July 21 but those were the only 2 for a while. The night of her 1st birthday she took about 6 or 7 steps without realizing it. We are now at 1 year and about 3 weeks and she is walking all over the place. Well, she has a little swagger, but it's cute. She gets where she needs to go.

Our Boys of Fall

I personally love Kenny Chesney. I know people say whatever about leaving country and singing too much about the beach or Islands, but I think he is fun! Besides would you rather hear "Rocky Top" Or Jamaican Me Crazy"??

This fall he brought us all back together. From small towns to college towns all of us have "Boys of Fall".

I have told you about the lack of football skills that were my high school. I am now in a world far, far away from those days. Our town rallies every weekend behind our boys. Whether you are on the field in pads, in the band, a cheerleader, a parent, a student or a fan you play an important roll on the weekends around here.

We are a town that has pre-game tailgates and season ticket holders for our high school team. Why? Because they are great! Tomorrow they will be playing on national television and our entire town will be bleeding blue.

I did not grow up here and I have not spent one day at the high school but there is something about this little town that kind of makes me wish I did. Therefore, tomorrow I will proudly wear Granger Blue as my family and I go to support the Boys of Fall.

Look out for Amelia and her cuteness on TV!

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Definitely Not "All Purpose" At All

I tell you what, life in general is total learning experience. I no longer feel guilty about not taking home economics in school because I have friends to educate me.

I delivered my $5 Ingles dis-advantage dinner last Tuesday. It was really, really good with the exception of the rolls. This was a big bummer for me because I wanted them to be a hit. They are these melt in your mouth sour cream and butter rolls that my Mother-in-law makes. I have no idea what they are called because when I copied the recipe I titled them Super Yummy Rolls on my recipe card.

When I got to the first stop I explained that the sausage and rice is perfect but the yummy rolls taste like balls of flour. They are doughy in the middle and just taste terrible. I explained about my Mother-in-Law and how they are always so good, blah blah blah and how there are only 3 ingredients then I say the joke of the night "so, the only thing I do different is that the recipe calls for self rising flour, but then that shouldn't matter because I use all purpose and it is good for everything."

I was walking towards the door thinking nothing of it until I realized my supposedly sweet friend was about doubled over laughing at me. She said I was "hysterical". At this point I'm still not on the same page she is on. I turn around to see what she is laughing at, wondering if I have toilet paper hanging out my pants or something and she says, "That is the funniest thing I have ever heard! You have to put that on your blog or one of those internet things you do."

She finally proceeds to tell me that self rising is fluffier and whatever and that they are not the same thing.

I have since found out you can add baking soda or powder and some other somethings to all purpose to make it self rising. But I think I will just go back to Publix and get the self rising to have on hand.

But here is the thing... why in the world would you call something "All Purpose" if it can not be used for all purposes?! I think that is false advertising.

Can I use self rising in place of the all purpose? I just really do not need 2 bags of flour in the pantry.

At least now I know why 3 batches of rolls have tasted like dough.

Tonight is Pesto Chicken Packets and no rolls.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Delicious Diapers

A friend called me frantic at 7:00 tonight. She committed to making a diaper cake and realized she had no idea how to make one and remembered she needed it done by tomorrow. I am SO glad I am not the only person who does things like this.

Luckily I have made one other one in my whole life so I am practically a pro. I gave her a list of the things she needed, sent her to Wally and she came over after the babies were in bed. The purchaser of the cake told her she wanted to put travel sized baby stuff on it (wash, lotions, powder, etc) so we decided to make it a bath time cake.

Isn't it precious?!

If I would have paid attention in my photography class you would be able to see how cute it really is.

We had the best time popping rubber bands and decorating this little guy. My friend is really cute and creative. Add that to my mad diaper cake making skills and we make a good team!

I really have no idea why you would pay someone to make these. They are super easy and really fun. That being said, if you are in the business of paying people to do things for you and need a diaper cake, I know 2 girls who would be glad to make you one!

Oh! We also have a friend who makes diaper wreaths.

I'm talking one stop shopping people!

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

The Ingles Dis-Advantage

Mom calls me on a pretty regular basis to tell me where I need to buy my groceries. She reads the sales ads backwards and forwards and gets some amazing deals.

Many times she has told me to go to Ingles. Ingles is about 15 miles from my house which isn't far, but it's not right around the corner. When you move to a small town you get used to not making a commute. Plus I have to pass 3 other stores to get there. It just usually does not happen.

Last week they had multiple things I needed buy one get one so Amelia and I made a road trip.

I spent an hour and 15 mins bargain shopping. "Is the Crest with my coupon cheaper than the Colgate on sale?" kind of shopping. My little helper did really good, but then we ran out of Puffs. Some serious decisions had to be made in a hurry. By the time we got towards the register she was walking in her squeaky shoes holding on to the bottom rails of the buggy. There was nothing quick about that but it entertained her.

The cashier asked if I had an Ingles Advantage Card. I told her I did not but I had my phone number. (Mom told me I could use hers and to give their home number). The cashier started ringing up the groceries. I watched with pride as my bargains went across the scanner.

She was done and I reminded her that she needed to enter my phone number. She looked at me, pulled off some register tape and wrote down my number. Then left. I watched her go up to the customer service desk and do something. Turns out you have to enter it into the computer to get the card number. This did not make my cashier very happy at all. To back up, my sweet precious one had been sitting on the counter smiling and making faces at everyone and she did not acknowledge her once. I wrote it off as someone who does not like kids. Which I really think mine could change a mind, but I get it. I was a cashier, you can only oooohh and aaaahh so many times in one day before you are over it.

Back to the story... she entered in Mom's # and bang! $20 fell off the total, then I had $1.50 in coupons. A TON of groceries plus toiletries for $104.26! I was really excited. I purchased my Tuesday night dinner for 6 people for a little over $5.

I entered my debit card information and it says "Not Authorized" on the little machine. I think to myself, it's the 2nd this should work.

OH, important side note... our paychecks get deposited into one account without a debit card or anything with it. It is simply for writing checks for bills and savings. One the 2nd of each month money gets deposited into my debit card for groceries and spending. I typically do not let my account run completely dry but in August I hosted a baby shower, threw a birthday party and went to lunch with the girls. I was sitting pretty with $1.47 in my account on the first of the month. :) But who cares, pay day comes at midnight.

So, I slide my card again knowing a months worth of grocery money was just deposited. Again "Not Authorized". I looked at the cashier and said "It is the 2nd, right?" She just looked at me. I said " Yeah, I know it's the 2nd. Let me try again, I know money was just deposited". As I try to slide my card she finally speaks and speaks in a ghetto-fabulous voice (I'm not racist, just speaking the truth) loud enough for anyone in the 3 registers on either side of us to hear "It SAYS you have insufficient funds!" GASP!! Are you kidding me? 1. How is that possible, I know money went into the account and 2. Did you really just yell out to all of the customers that I have insufficient funds?

Like I said before, I worked as a cashier for 6 years. There were awkward times when you did have to tell people they were declined, but you did not do it in your outside voice. And since it is super embarrassing, you should be nice about it. If I had not made a 30 mile round trip and spent over an hour in the store and got a buggy full of great deals I would have told her to enjoy putting all the groceries back and walked out of the store. Instead I put it on my credit card and walked out. I had a lot of choice, ugly, crappy statements I wanted to make but I did not.

I called the best bank ever and they very nicely informed me that my money goes in at midnight on the 2nd. These are things you do not find out until you suck your account dry.

So it turns out that it was my fault and that card did have insufficient funds. BUT someone in customer service should never act that way. Maybe she was mad from the beginning that I made her exert energy and walk to customer service. Who knows. I would like to say that I will never shop at Ingles again, but they do have some great prices. I will just make sure I have money and a friendly cashier next time.

Just another story in the memory book