Chronicling The Comerfords

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Thankful

This year's Thanksgiving was just as wonderful as the rest have been.  More so.  It does seem like they get better and better with each year.  As a child I was not a huge fan of Thanksgiving.  I did not like the majority of the food served and my simplistic mind thought the day was simply about lunch.  In my opinion, there just was not much to be thankful for.

Every year since Ben and I have been engaged Mom and Sonny have loaded up and joined us for The Comerford Thanksgiving.  I can not tell you how much I love having all of my family under one roof.  I wish it
happened more often. Wednesday night is like a slumber party of cocktails and laughter.  Thursday morning is lazy until the coffee kicks in and Mama reminds us of how many people need to get showered and dressed before we can go to The Comerford's.

2010 has brought us many, many things to be Thankful for.  Since it is 2010, I will rattle off my Top 10 (in no specific order)

1. Sonny is with us!  After a pretty simple surgery went south, he ended up spending multiple weeks in ICU. We love him more than I can describe in a Top 10 List.  We are thankful for everyday he is in our lives.
2. We celebrated Amelia's 1st birthday.  Along with her first year came her first steps, her first words, her first day of preschool and a lot of laughs.
3. Comerford Farms is finally off the ground.  We have had 2 CSA sessions that has provided nourishment for our family, friends and community.
4. Multiple family beach trips
5. Two great jobs in a community we love
6. The ability for me to continue working part time and having my afternoons with Amelia
7. The Sunday School class we formed almost 2 years ago has continued to stay strong and grow with the support of our church.
8. Amelia gets to spend at least one day a week with her Great-Grandparents where she gets "piano lessons" from Grandma
9. My Grandpa is with us.  Not always in his right mind, but he is here. He is also able to be in a home near Mom and that is so helpful to her.  In November we had a great visit with him and I am thankful for that.
10. We have a marriage that grows stronger with each trial and joy.

Really, we have WAY more than 10 things to be thankful for!  Our parents and Grandparents have been such a great support system for our little family this past year.  Our friends our irreplaceable.  The community we live in provides us with more than we could ever give back.  One day to say "thank you" just does not seem like enough.  Good thing we had a long weekend to follow! :)

Here are a few pictures from our day...

Amelia and I spent Wednesday afternoon painting her a turkey shirt with her hand prints.  So much fun!

 This picture reminds me of how much I love this little girl!

 Amelia and Grandma playing a tune on Thanksgiving. (Their lessons are paying off)

 Did I mention how glad I am that my parents come here for Thanksgiving?

What more could you ask for?!

Saturday, November 27, 2010

When Molehills really are Mountains

Last week I blew the leaves in the backyard.  It was the 3rd time this fall. Each time it is more and more work.  As soon as I would get an area completely clear the wind would blow and more would fall.  We have huge old trees in our yard that are so beautiful.  I mean they really are amazing!  But what is even more amazing is the number of leaves in the dang things.  Here I was with Amelia's monitor on my hip trying to beat the nap time clock.  I needed to get these leaves out of the yard before her nap was over or I was just going to have a big pile and a bigger mess.  I thought of a friend of mine who said she "loves blowing leaves because it is instant gratification". 

Well, let me tell you something... there is nothing instant about the job in my backyard.  I cursed the leaves and trees thinking how much I hate our house because of the leaves. I admit, at times I can get a little dramatic.  Then, the baby wakes up. Crud!  I go inside, fix her lunch, change her into some outside clothes and hope and pray I can get finished.  I brought toys outside for her to play with and put the baby gate at the porch steps so she wouldn't climb up and fall down.  We were all set until I turned the blower on. She was not a fan of that at all.  Luckily the leaves were in a pile near the road so I didn't have far to go with them. 
So I broke out the trusty ol'rake.  Then I hear little feet crunching around the edge of my pile and all of a sudden, in she jumped...

 Amelia had the best time playing in my pile of leaves.  It was a lot of hard work.  I'm not going to sit here and act like it was so wonderful and such a sweet blessing, because the majority of it was not all that fantastic at all.  But doesn't God work like that sometimes?  Sometimes the hardest work has the greatest payoff and the sweetest surprises in store.

 I mean, look at this pile!  It's bigger than she is!  It was definitely a mountain of work, but that mountain made a perfect Saturday afternoon play spot for my little girl.

 And afterwards we rewarded ourselves with our favorite sugar cookies from the Fresh Market.  We also took a couple to one of our sweet neighbors who was blowing his yard as well.

"I see you!"

Next time your molehill turns into a mountain, just keep going.  You never know what will be there to celebrate with you on your mountain-top.

Breaking News: Skinny People Don't like to Talk Weight Either!

I never published the below blog.  I have had somewhat of a blogger's block thinking about it.  It has now been about 2 weeks since someone made the most recent comment to me that upset me.  The emotions have simmered so I thought about deleting and moving on, but I have decided against it.  This is a journal of my life and this is a part of it.  There have been multiple occasions where I have been upset or aggravated by people making snide comments about my weight so here is my take on the subject...

I have been frustrated about this topic for about a year now but have not said anything at the risk of offending people.  But, if you are reading this you are obviously interested in my opinion (or just nosey) so here it goes...

Let's talk facts for a moment.  All of my life I have been between a size 2 and 6.  If I am honest the 2's were stand up only jeans, but they did button so there! Since I have been married I have been between a 6 and an 8.  Before I got pregnant the 8's were not comfortable at all.  After giving birth I lost everything I had and then some.  Currently I wear a size 2 and there is some after lunch breathing room in them.

I do not like to exercise.  I do not even like speaking the word.  I do love to push our daughter around town in her stroller and probably walk 5 or more miles twice a week when the weather is nice.  When the weather is not nice I am chasing and wrangling a 15 month old all over our house.  So I guess by default I do exercise.  I should also mention that I breastfed my baby until she was 8 1/2 months old.  I have heard that helps drop the weight in a hurry, but I really don't know.

All of this is to say that I have no idea why in the world I am as small as I am right now.  I have no idea how it happened.  I am grateful it did, but I can not take credit for it at all.  I can also understand that it could be frustrating to some people who do exercise or diet or do whatever it takes to lose weight or keep a great figure.

I feel like I have apologized or made up excuses for my weight for a year now.  And a year later I will tell you, I'm a little tired of the comments.  I don't mind the people who I have not seen in some time telling me how great I look. Who doesn't like to hear that?!  What I do mind are the backhanded compliments with resentment in your voice or people mentioning that other people are talking about my weight or the real sweet people that tell me I need to eat. 

I do not feel like I look unhealthy, just thinner.  If someone genuinely thought I was sick or had an eating disorder I would not mind them kindly asking me about it.  I would be more than happy to invite them to buy me lunch and let me prove them wrong. I see nothing wrong with confronting someone you love when you think they have a problem.  I also see nothing wrong with giving someone a heartfelt compliment.  But everything else needs to go. I would never go up to someone at a party and say "Girl, if I you I would stay away from those calories in the sausage balls!" So why is it okay for someone to tell a skinny person that they should eat 2 or 3 of the donuts that were brought in?  Someone may be rolling their eyes at this moment thinking the difference is obvious, but it's not as clear as you think.  The fact of the matter is that being hateful, is being hateful regardless.  And for those of you who think you are being funny, you are not. 

I'm not sure why skinny is so much more accepted than a little over-weight in our society.  I was just talking to a dear friend the other day who is training for a 5k.  (I am very, very proud of her by the way!)  It is a fact that at this time her pant size is larger than mine, but I would bet anything she is in better shape than I am.  Your outward appearance has little to do with your inner health, so why does the world put such an emphasis on it? I will also mention that my friend is beautiful.  Way more beautiful than a number of size 2 models and celebrities I've seen.

I know about the Marie Claire article that was written recently and I think it is horrible.  Who in their right mind would say such terrible things?  I think it is hateful, awful things like this that continue to draw the line in the sand between big and small. But here is the thing in my situation anyway, when you make enough comments that it makes someone ashamed of the way they look then it is time to stop.  Yes, I am skinny and no I did not do anything worth while to get this way and guess what?  I am still proud of the way I look and am grateful I can wear skinny jeans and there is nothing wrong with me feeling this way.

Perhaps this is just me on a soapbox, but it is an honest feeling in my heart.  Just remember that none of us like to talk about our weight regardless of what the scale says.  And why should we anyway?  It's not a sign of who we are as a person.. except I could see that it could be the sign of a terrible cook.  Maybe I would weigh a little more if I were better in the kitchen :)

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Molly Ringwald, Steel Magnolias & Madonna

Great title, huh?  There have been some awesome women that have come into my week (not literally, but close enough).  Keep reading...

It's official, Amelia has a case of the crummies.  There is nothing seriously wrong with her to consider her sick, but she feels absolutely 100% crummy... for at least 10 mins an hour... and she is a drama queen. Seriously, she has some drainage and a little bit of a runny nose.  I'm sure it is that feeling that you have when you feel bad and just don't feel like getting up and going on with the day, but you know deep down inside that you don't feel quite bad enough to do it so you just walk around sulking and grunting all day.
This morning she belly ached from the time she got up until we went to school.  I kept walking around feeling her head, wiping her nose, wondering if her stomach hurts.  Then all of a sudden, Ben walks into the kitchen with Amelia in his arms and says, "I know what's wrong with her.  She is mad that you have her dressed like Molly Ringwald!"
Do you think so?  I'll be honest, I was not really feeling the outfit either.  I like all of the pieces she has on, but I'm not quite sure they worked together.  Did I send her to school this way anyhow?  Sure did!  That is one of the great things about being the cutest person on the planet, you can pull anything off.

This week the Society for Performing Arts is putting on Steel Magnolias.  The wonderful insurance people I spend half my day with are the main sponsors of the play.  So, last night we attended a reception and a sneak peek of the play.  It was a really nice date night for me and my main man.  We mingled with friends and clients over wine and food.  The main table was decorated with flowers in the shades of blush and bashful and the centerpiece... you guessed it!  A bleeding Armadillo cake!  After the reception we settled in for the play.  I can not speak enough of the talent we have in our little town.  These women did a fantastic job bringing the movie to life on a small stage.  The best part was when Ben leaned over while Annette was speaking and said, "Isn't that the part that is played by Daryl Hannah in the movie?"  In case you are keeping score, that is 2 points for Ben.  Apparently he knows his 80's women! 
If you are nearby I would HIGHLY recommend you getting tickets this play.  You will love it!

After the play I came home to watch the CMA's.  I love country music.  Even the new stuff that is not country according to the resident cowboy.  Did you watch them?  I have to admit, I am not a huge fan of the country music awards.  Country is supposed to be big fabulous dresses and suits or tuxs.  If you mute the tv nowadays you might think you are watching the VMA's or something.  Scandalous and a little trashy.  This does exclude the always beautiful Carrie Underwood.  Her dress was the prettiest thing I have seen all year. With the exception of Molly in the above photo. 
If you did watch you must have seen Gwyneth Paltrow singing.  I was glad to know that she is promoting a movie because cross-over careers get on my nerves a little bit.  Plus, there are certain talents under one roof that are assigned to certain people.  I am not even allowed to think about looking at the checkbook in our house.  If Gwyneth did not live with cutie pie Chris Martin then it may have not bothered me as bad.  I just think he is yummy and I'd rather hear him sing the soundtrack of a movie she is acting in.  That is the talent rule in my opinion.  BUT I do give her props!  Can you imagine the guts it took to stand up there in front of all those country music singers, sing AND play the guitar?  Way to go Gwyneth!  Nobody can say you are a fraidy cat!  Do you think she called Madonna Wednesday afternoon while having cold sweats freaking out?  Do you think stars do that?  Like, just pick up the phone and call Madonna's cell blabbering and hyperventilating at the same time?  I'm sure they do.
Madonna was on Ellen this week.  I know she is a little out there, but I still love her.  I also know she and Gwyneth are besties. I think I should be in their Friday afternoon play group.  I bet they have play group and I bet they would like me and Amelia (As long as Amelia doesn't pick her nose.  It is a new trick and really embarrassing.  But I bet even trendy Hollywood babies need somewhere to stick their fingers on cold days).  HOLD THE PHONES... I was just googling to find a super cute picture I have seen of them strolling together and apparently they have broken up.  Some big fight.  Sad!  I bet when Gwyneth was about to pee her pants she thought about Madonna and wished she could call her because she misses her so much.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Baby It's Cold Outside

But we are all toasty in the inside! 

Today Amelia had her first sippy cup of hot chocolate.  I only gave her a little bit of mine and she cried when it was gone.  I do that too sometimes! :)  I am guessing she liked it.


Our frontier man just left to go to the farm, or perhaps a roadside pick-up truck if he passed one of those first, to get a load of firewood.  Tonight will be our first fire of the year  It's a day full of firsts on this 7th day of November!

I also have peanut butter cookies to put in the oven a little later.  It will be a snugly, toasty Sunday night at the Comerford house.

Do you have Sunday traditions?  Sunday seems to be our only consistently traditional day.  We eat breakfast, run late to Sunday school, Big church, then we pick up Cracker Barrel to eat at home (avoids the wait of Sunday lunch-ers).  The man of the house watches football while 2 or all 3 of us nap.  At some point in the afternoon he leaves because he just absolutely can not sit still in one place all day, then he is back.  We either grill out or make grilled cheese and soup or some sort of gourmet cereal (like Lucky Charms or Peanut Butter Crunch or Fruity Pebbles).  The little girl goes to bed at 7:30.  At this time we pull out the dessert and wine, hot chocolate or hot tea and we catch up on our DVR recordings of How I met your Mother and SNL followed by Desperate Housewives.  

Sundays also seem to be our night to talk. It is usually a pretty peaceful day (with the exception of everyone being snippy with each other in the morning because we are always late).  It's our time to be on neutral ground, when emotions are not running high, to talk about our frustrations and hurt feelings etc from the week.  We seem to get a lot vocalized and accomplished this way.  We definitely do not have the perfect marriage and Lord knows we do not have it figured out.  However, one of the big things we have going for us is our ability to communicate. I think your willingness to listen is one of the greatest ways to show love for someone.  I just have to practice keeping my big mouth closed to do so! ha! 

I LOVE Sundays!

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

I Voted... For What It's Worth

The Ritz Carlton motto is "Ladies and gentlemen serving ladies and gentlemen." Wish we could say the same for political candidates and the electorate. Vote anyway!

This is the status a friend of mine chose today for Facebook.  I totally agree!  I was standing there at my little machine today and all I could think of was the ugliness that has been on televison.  That and Roy Barnes sounding like a redneck saying "I just hope they don't shoot my cows.."  Roy, I know you were trying to capture a specific audience, but you sounded like a goon. 

I will say that I voted Republican with the exception of Governor which I voted for Libertarian John Monds.  I am sure he will not win so perhaps it was a wasted vote, but I really like what the guy had to say.  I also really like what he stands for.  And honestly he was the only one on tv that did not spend thousand and thousands of dollars bashing another person. I'm sure Deal and Barnes are perfectly fine people but I am sick and tired of listening to them be so hateful about one another.  Do you really want someone to run our state who spends hard earned money slandering another person at every commercial break?  I don't think that is a very good use of money at all.

I also looked and the definition of 'For what it's worth' in the Idiom Dictionary is 'whether or not this is of value'.  So, I suppose this post is not titled correctly.  Yes!  My vote is of value.  It might not make a hill of beans up against the big-wig candidates, but it is very valuable. 

I am extremely thankful for two things today (plus many others) 1. that I have the ability to vote as I choose and 2. that all of the political hatred will be off my television and radio.  Now if we could just do away with the rest of the ugliness on tv...  one hill of beans at a time...

Happy Birthday Ben!

On this day 33 years ago in Dothan, AL a boy was born.  Who would have known that this boy would grow up to be my most favorite person on this earth?  He makes me laugh, calms me, encourages me and helps me take this crazy life a little less seriously.  He loves me, takes care of me and helps me raise our baby.  

And he is a fabulous dancer!

Happy Birthday Ben.  I love you