<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:39:07.405-08:00</updated><category term='Motherly Love'/><category term='Once upon a time'/><category term='Boo-Hoo on Yahoo'/><title type='text'>Chronicling The Comerfords</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-1156554494041879360</id><published>2011-06-03T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T08:35:38.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amelia's News</title><summary type='text'>Remember the below post about the surprise date night?  Well, what I did not mention at the time was that it was a celebration.  What were we celebrating?   Get ready!

With Amelia we were going to start trying to get pregnant in February and ended up pregnant two months early in December.  So when baby #2 took a little longer, it was a little frustrating.  But now I am 7 weeks pregnant and sick </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/1156554494041879360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2011/06/amelias-news.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/1156554494041879360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/1156554494041879360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2011/06/amelias-news.html' title='Amelia&apos;s News'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-2759638607766254144</id><published>2011-05-20T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T05:43:59.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amsterdam Cafe Date Night</title><summary type='text'>Thursday morning Ben came into the bathroom while I was in the shower and said "Hey Babe" and I rolled my eyes.  "Hey Babe" is usually followed by a statement that aggravates me "Does Amelia need to eat?" "Are you almost done?"  "Why don't you make some coffee?" "I will not be home until late" etc, etc....  Honestly, none of these require eye rolling but it is what I do.  Babe and Mama are two </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/2759638607766254144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2011/05/amsterdam-cafe-date-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2759638607766254144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2759638607766254144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2011/05/amsterdam-cafe-date-night.html' title='Amsterdam Cafe Date Night'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X54i3A2yVok/TdZg-TqqoQI/AAAAAAAAA9M/lE_k03kQm4E/s72-c/dinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-3171295740542998661</id><published>2011-05-19T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T05:27:53.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Faith Becomes Frustration</title><summary type='text'>As I mentioned, we are on a job hunt.  Most days we are very excited about the opportunities.  It is exciting to think about where God will use you next.  Will we be in the same town?  Will we be in the same state?  What will we think if we have to move?  Ben has by far been more faithful than I have during this little test in our lives.  He carries on like a job is in the future and I walk </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/3171295740542998661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2011/05/sometimes-you-just-get-tired-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/3171295740542998661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/3171295740542998661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2011/05/sometimes-you-just-get-tired-and.html' title='When Faith Becomes Frustration'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-3590978164549353914</id><published>2011-05-17T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T19:13:40.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February is For... Wait it is MAY!</title><summary type='text'>Where in the world have I been?  When I logged in there was a blog that was still in limbo called "February is for Birthdays".  So, I've been a little busy.  Let's play catch up real quick...  Seriously, I am pulling out my momAgenda because February seems like ages ago.

In February I celebrated my 32nd year and Mom celebrated her 51st.  My birthday was pretty low key which was nice. But wait, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/3590978164549353914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2011/05/february-is-for-wait-it-is-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/3590978164549353914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/3590978164549353914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2011/05/february-is-for-wait-it-is-may.html' title='February is For... Wait it is MAY!'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I2HQG9l3VD0/TdMbKjo1W7I/AAAAAAAAA7M/FKE7evx-rD4/s72-c/birthday+116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-3150705240949911205</id><published>2011-02-17T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T08:42:42.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Mama is so SUPER Sexy</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I did not have the energy to wash my hair because we had a party from about 2:45am to 4:45am. At some point during feeding Amelia breakfast or getting her down from the table or changing her clothes I got honey in my bangs (or the front of my hair, whatever that part is called). I was so “whatever” by that point that I just ran my fingers through it and considered it hairspray. I will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/3150705240949911205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2011/02/being-mama-is-so-super-sexy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/3150705240949911205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/3150705240949911205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2011/02/being-mama-is-so-super-sexy.html' title='Being a Mama is so SUPER Sexy'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-1503475316317240964</id><published>2011-01-27T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T13:07:59.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 Months</title><summary type='text'>How many times must one person say how much they hate doing laundry before it just goes away?  I know my husband gets sick of me complaining, but he wear SO many clothes (work clothes, farm clothes, around the house clothes).  And he is a tall guy so they are big clothes and they fill up the machine faster.  It's just more than I can handle at this moment, so I decided to blog instead.  Take that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/1503475316317240964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-1745002932622924322</id><published>2011-01-21T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T19:52:49.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Help-er</title><summary type='text'>Speaking of Help.  Have you read The Help?  It is a great read!  Speaking of reads, I am now the proud owner of a Kindle.  I was a Santa gift.  I love it and I am on the search for a cute case for it.  Kindle Owners, have you noticed the Nooks have much better cases?  I wonder if they are interchangeable?﻿  Like I said, I love the Kindle, just not quite sure I am ready to give up books.  They are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/1745002932622924322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2011/01/help-er.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/1745002932622924322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/1745002932622924322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2011/01/help-er.html' title='The Help-er'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/TTpTUnAIDwI/AAAAAAAAA6w/WuRQWXaFCHU/s72-c/cook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-1489621079284215158</id><published>2011-01-21T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T19:33:51.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath Time Besties</title><summary type='text'>One of Amelia's most favorite parts of the day is bath time.  About 5 or 5:30 she will start asking for "ba" pointing to the bathroom.  Usually I am getting dinner ready so I have to distract her.  I really should not be surprised as I live in the bathtub (especially during the winter).  It is definitely more cost effective to take 3 baths a day rather than running the heat at 73. That is my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/1489621079284215158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2011/01/bath-time-besties.html#comment-form' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-2448548770320954540</id><published>2011-01-20T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T11:29:51.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Boos</title><summary type='text'>I will say this almost every single day until it warms up, "I can not stand winter!"  I know it has it's purpose and it is nice for a cool down every now and then but a whole season is absurd.  I wouldn't say that I totally get the winter blues, but I do moan and groan and boo-hoo an awful lot.  Which makes us do things like sit on our couch New Years Eve, decline offers to go to dinner with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/2448548770320954540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2011/01/winter-boos.html#comment-form' title='0 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Collection</title><summary type='text'>As I say every single year, the end of the year gets the best of me.  Work is busy, holidays are nuts and I am exhausted.  So, now that I have enjoyed my winter blogging break, it is time to come out of hibernation and catch you up﻿...
Hear is the short-ish story of Comerford Christmas 2010
Following the Christmas tradition Me, Amelia and Aunt Jamie bundled up to start the Christmas season off </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/3069112213141038696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-2010-collection.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/3069112213141038696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/3069112213141038696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-2010-collection.html' title='The Christmas 2010 Collection'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/TTZYac_US4I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/eHdTPZxTayM/s72-c/christmas+072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-1078368454692938094</id><published>2010-11-28T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T19:23:45.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/1078368454692938094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/1078368454692938094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/1078368454692938094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/TPMTWXpCfVI/AAAAAAAAA4A/j5DkoRb00Q8/s72-c/shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-9056020784823385848</id><published>2010-11-27T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T19:27:11.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Molehills really are Mountains</title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/9056020784823385848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-molehills-really-are-mountains.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/9056020784823385848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/9056020784823385848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-molehills-really-are-mountains.html' title='When Molehills really are Mountains'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/TPHE3Fg60BI/AAAAAAAAA3s/3YxgvO3Z8mg/s72-c/November+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-5655615363350093738</id><published>2010-11-27T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T18:30:41.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking News: Skinny People Don't like to Talk Weight Either!</title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/5655615363350093738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/11/breaking-news-skinny-people-dont-like.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/5655615363350093738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/5655615363350093738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/11/breaking-news-skinny-people-dont-like.html' title='Breaking News: Skinny People Don&apos;t like to Talk Weight Either!'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-8517040262029620494</id><published>2010-11-11T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T18:29:54.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Molly Ringwald, Steel Magnolias &amp; Madonna</title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/8517040262029620494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/11/molly-ringwald-steel-magnolias-madonna.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/8517040262029620494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/8517040262029620494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/11/molly-ringwald-steel-magnolias-madonna.html' title='Molly Ringwald, Steel Magnolias &amp; Madonna'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/TNycmgsRSBI/AAAAAAAAA3c/C5n6j7Mmi90/s72-c/mr.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-5467145031598922309</id><published>2010-11-07T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T16:10:00.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby It's Cold Outside</title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/5467145031598922309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/11/baby-its-cold-outside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/5467145031598922309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/5467145031598922309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/11/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby It&apos;s Cold Outside'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/TNcbmTdGjzI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/OhLMFATiE2s/s72-c/hot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-2375170347677786322</id><published>2010-11-02T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T12:13:19.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Voted... For What It's Worth</title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/2375170347677786322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-voted-for-what-its-worth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2375170347677786322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2375170347677786322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-voted-for-what-its-worth.html' title='I Voted... For What It&apos;s Worth'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-5714081445443646560</id><published>2010-11-02T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T11:50:52.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ben!</title><summary type='text'>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</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/5714081445443646560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-birthday-ben.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/5714081445443646560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/5714081445443646560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-birthday-ben.html' title='Happy Birthday Ben!'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/TM9rhSEEYMI/AAAAAAAAA3U/m3bZnPK5iWk/s72-c/dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-8260797845336722341</id><published>2010-10-31T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T19:16:35.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's My Boo!</title><summary type='text'>HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
Since my child will not keep anything on her head, we did not have a huge selection of baby Halloween costumes.  I was browsing the internet and saw this cute little ghost tutu ensemble and thought, "I can totally make that!"  And I did...﻿
 She is supposed to have a big orange polka dot bow on her head, but she hates all things on her head.Usually we can sneak a little bow in.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/8260797845336722341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/10/thats-my-boo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/8260797845336722341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/8260797845336722341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/10/thats-my-boo.html' title='That&apos;s My Boo!'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/TM4dXtu6UuI/AAAAAAAAA24/3_f7lgSaJuY/s72-c/ocTOBER+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-4865344872025355683</id><published>2010-10-29T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T11:17:34.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's Lazy Cures Tomorrow's Crazy</title><summary type='text'>Ummm... not in my world.  Do you watch Modern Family?  I felt like we were the only ones on the planet that do not  watch it so this week we tuned in.  What a funny show!  I'm not sure if it was super-funny just for Halloween or what, but it is now set on the DVR.

If you do watch you understand the title of this post.  I called... well that is not true... Side Story... Jamie called me this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/4865344872025355683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/10/yesterdays-lazy-cures-tomorrows-crazy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/4865344872025355683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/4865344872025355683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/10/yesterdays-lazy-cures-tomorrows-crazy.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s Lazy Cures Tomorrow&apos;s Crazy'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-665438642028999649</id><published>2010-10-27T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T11:59:12.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up Before Our Eyes</title><summary type='text'>This weekend we went to Mobile to visit our family's farm and corn maze.  We took Amelia's picture in the same cow photo frame as last year.  Look at the difference a year makes...﻿
2010
 2009
It is unbelievable how fast it happens. They just grow up before you know it!
Below is a picture from this past Sunday.  These babies will graduate high school together.  Some 2028 and some 2027.  Next </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/665438642028999649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/10/growing-up-before-our-eyes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/665438642028999649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/665438642028999649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/10/growing-up-before-our-eyes.html' title='Growing Up Before Our Eyes'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/TMhz5CruznI/AAAAAAAAA2s/592H_fXn-ho/s72-c/ocTOBER+360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-6768180624161138185</id><published>2010-10-18T19:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T04:28:04.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessed with Owls</title><summary type='text'>By the way... Owls are my new fall mascot. I admit they are kinda creepy, but I've become obsessed with them this fall. I'm sure it is someones awesome marketing skills that did it to me. I generally don't even like retro stuff, but for this fall we are going for some throwback owls.And we have one that camps out somewhere near our house.  Sometimes he is so loud that he wakes me up.  This is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/6768180624161138185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/10/obsessed-with-owls.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/6768180624161138185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/6768180624161138185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/10/obsessed-with-owls.html' title='Obsessed with Owls'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-2627181605714070378</id><published>2010-10-18T18:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T19:10:37.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fall Y'all</title><summary type='text'>This saying has become way over used but that is because it is adorable! I love it and will use it as much as possible.I have not been in hiding these past few weeks. Instead I have been in H-E-double hockey sticks. I am sure most of you do not remember your molars coming through but apparently it is quite painful. That or my child has inherited my fantastic drama skills when it comes to pain. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/2627181605714070378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-fall-yall.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2627181605714070378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2627181605714070378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-fall-yall.html' title='Happy Fall Y&apos;all'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-5131184212766184039</id><published>2010-09-27T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T19:28:07.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What an Honor!</title><summary type='text'>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 "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/5131184212766184039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-honor.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/5131184212766184039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/5131184212766184039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-honor.html' title='What an Honor!'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/TKFLdJRaaOI/AAAAAAAAA2E/6-djsdzwm4E/s72-c/flags.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-715744245171229004</id><published>2010-09-27T18:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T18:48:05.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You Are Missed!"</title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/715744245171229004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-are-missed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/715744245171229004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/715744245171229004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-are-missed.html' title='&quot;You Are Missed!&quot;'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-6034911266684540382</id><published>2010-09-16T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T19:25:21.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Steps</title><summary type='text'>




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.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/6034911266684540382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/09/baby-steps.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/6034911266684540382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/6034911266684540382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/09/baby-steps.html' title='Baby Steps'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-6375428415982919641</id><published>2010-09-16T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T06:59:45.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Boys of Fall</title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/6375428415982919641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/09/our-boys-of-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/6375428415982919641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/6375428415982919641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/09/our-boys-of-fall.html' title='Our Boys of Fall'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-25494053394948345</id><published>2010-09-14T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T12:43:07.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely Not "All Purpose" At All</title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/25494053394948345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/09/definitely-not-all-purpose-at-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/25494053394948345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/25494053394948345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/09/definitely-not-all-purpose-at-all.html' title='Definitely Not &quot;All Purpose&quot; At All'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-1042572381294761607</id><published>2010-09-08T19:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T19:47:02.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicious Diapers</title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/1042572381294761607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/09/delicious-diapers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/1042572381294761607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/1042572381294761607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/09/delicious-diapers.html' title='Delicious Diapers'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/TIhHEEWqf-I/AAAAAAAAA08/3ZIHdThHC3c/s72-c/cake+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-3847129507225988807</id><published>2010-09-07T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T19:24:44.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ingles Dis-Advantage</title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/3847129507225988807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/09/ingles-dis-advantage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/3847129507225988807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/3847129507225988807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/09/ingles-dis-advantage.html' title='The Ingles Dis-Advantage'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-7549993398752992404</id><published>2010-08-31T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T18:43:16.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attic Sale Find:Part 2</title><summary type='text'>I'm thinking is it not going to get much better than this.  A Strawberry Shortcake television!  Do you know how awesome Super Mario Brothers and Duck Hunt would have looked on this jewel?I may by it for our room.  I will just put it on my side of the bed.  No football on this tv!  I don't really think it would be great for our marriage to have 2 tvs in our bedroom, but it's not a bad thought.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/7549993398752992404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/08/attic-sale-findpart-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/7549993398752992404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/7549993398752992404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/08/attic-sale-findpart-2.html' title='Attic Sale Find:Part 2'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/TH2uzQ9eCmI/AAAAAAAAA00/zP6oqmEKKwM/s72-c/atticsale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-9143429541811996740</id><published>2010-08-31T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T18:38:39.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art - By Request</title><summary type='text'>You know comments really are one of my most favorite things on earth.  Well, not really on earth but definitely in cyberworld. Besides, you really should respect the wishes of your fan club.Ask and you shall receive!  EA, here is the masterpiece.Makes your Tuesday complete doesn't it?!  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/9143429541811996740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/08/art-by-request.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/9143429541811996740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/9143429541811996740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/08/art-by-request.html' title='Art - By Request'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/TH2t2Jf8_nI/AAAAAAAAA0s/HgVxxdksKxk/s72-c/art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-7467079003682981207</id><published>2010-08-31T11:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T12:02:43.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days</title><summary type='text'>Amelia just completed her first full week of school.  She is going to a preschool program at a church in town from 9-1.  It is perfect for my schedule and we are excited about her being involved with other children.The week started a little rough because she still has not given up that morning nap.  We heard "she is so sweet, but she doesn't want to go to sleep when she is tired".  Yes, we know.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/7467079003682981207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/08/school-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/7467079003682981207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/7467079003682981207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/08/school-days.html' title='School Days'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/TH1O0a3NGxI/AAAAAAAAA0E/CBVc4fRWGRo/s72-c/school+044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-2264329485136454819</id><published>2010-08-27T19:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T20:28:37.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate Plus Nine</title><summary type='text'>I am so mad at myself.  In a moment of weakness I did it.  I didn't mean to, it just happened.  There were no other options at the time and I stopped.  I spent 30 mins of my life watching Kate manage her fleet of children and those are 30 mins I can not get back. I will admit, I was obsessed with those cute little babies for many years and I was always intrigued my their marriage.  She was so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/2264329485136454819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/08/kate-plus-nine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2264329485136454819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2264329485136454819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/08/kate-plus-nine.html' title='Kate Plus Nine'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-5675745231437778364</id><published>2010-08-25T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T07:12:10.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The BIG "Partay"!</title><summary type='text'>First I have to say that I LOVE Urban Dictionary. Everytime I am about to use some spunky lingo or wording I do there to make sure I have the slang spelling correct. This is how partay is defined... The other definition of party. In times of today, a party is usually associated with alcohol, drinks, drugs, sex, etc. A Partay is a party without drinks, drugs, or anything considered inappropriate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/5675745231437778364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/08/big-partay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/5675745231437778364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/5675745231437778364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/08/big-partay.html' title='The BIG &quot;Partay&quot;!'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/THWGgfsIMAI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Wxc49zd9OgI/s72-c/birthday+137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-642952095094445066</id><published>2010-08-24T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T19:35:56.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Week in Pictures</title><summary type='text'>A little "snapshot" of Amelia's last week before turning One! "Ho?" also known as "hello"Sunday afternoon calling Jamie and Pete to see what time they are coming for dinner Looking sporty in Pete's shadesMonday we had a little afternoon photo shoot in the backyard  Amelia is not a fan of hatsAlso not a fan of anyone else having her hatsBut when you are this cute, who needs a hat?!     Tuesday we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/642952095094445066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/08/big-week-in-pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/642952095094445066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/642952095094445066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/08/big-week-in-pictures.html' title='A Big Week in Pictures'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/THR6jsCJyDI/AAAAAAAAAwc/WbeHeldcGzU/s72-c/one+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-2917450811916928647</id><published>2010-08-19T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T20:07:04.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the Teacher</title><summary type='text'>I have to set the alarm for 6:30am. It's been a while since I've done this. I usually wake up with the birds but lately the Comerford house has not rolled over until 7:15 or so. I am still blaming the heat for everything.Tomorrow I am working 8-12 so I can leave an go to Open House at Amelia's Pre-School. I have all of her school supplies in my greenwise bag and her immunization records are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/2917450811916928647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/08/meet-teacher.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2917450811916928647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2917450811916928647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/08/meet-teacher.html' title='Meet the Teacher'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-2440310615238113992</id><published>2010-08-17T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T18:51:22.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Color Me Medium Ash Brown</title><summary type='text'>I just colored my own hair. I've done this about 5 times in my whole life. I stress the entire 15 mins (because I will not leave it on the instructed 25 mins) and it's never really that bad. It does seem that no matter which shade I use it always comes out the same color. I always thinks it has a hint of red in it. My real life hairdresser once said she would put more "ash tone" in my hair to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/2440310615238113992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/08/color-me-medium-ash-brown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2440310615238113992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2440310615238113992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/08/color-me-medium-ash-brown.html' title='Color Me Medium Ash Brown'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/TGs4SWBr1sI/AAAAAAAAAuE/52NmZKH4W74/s72-c/hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-8243165250903681120</id><published>2010-08-17T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T18:12:52.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attic Sale Finds - First of Many</title><summary type='text'>As part of my service hours I am required to price and sort for our annual Attic Sale.  I headed out Monday night to do my first pricing and sorting shift of the year.  Attic Sale gets a lot of grunts and complaints but I love it!  Usually I work with someone I really don't know that well and that is always fun.  Plus it raises a load of money for charity.  And to top it you find some pretty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/8243165250903681120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/08/attic-sale-finds-first-of-many.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/8243165250903681120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/8243165250903681120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/08/attic-sale-finds-first-of-many.html' title='Attic Sale Finds - First of Many'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/TGsyRyl9K0I/AAAAAAAAAt8/DviHzKAkHI8/s72-c/atticsale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-1270748320372283183</id><published>2010-08-12T18:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T18:50:41.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn Around... Life is Good</title><summary type='text'>It's a new day!! Turns out Amelia had Roseola. High fever, then rash. I hate for her to be sick but I'm glad to know she did have a sickness rather than it being me who caused an allergic reaction with bath wash.She still had the rash yesterday. It was not a pleasant day, but it was definitely not the worst. I would post a picture but she spent the entire afternoon completely naked while I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/1270748320372283183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/08/turn-around-life-is-good.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/1270748320372283183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/1270748320372283183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/08/turn-around-life-is-good.html' title='Turn Around... Life is Good'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/TGSdc_9FTEI/AAAAAAAAAts/a2-J_iY_Vxk/s72-c/fresh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-2966793600010690014</id><published>2010-08-12T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T05:44:12.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VBS</title><summary type='text'>I spent all week teaching some amazing children at Vacation Bible School this week. Our church's theme was Galactic Blast off and it was a blast! We made "moon balls", we blew the lids off film canisters (seriously, they hit the ceiling tiles) and we even made slime!Just thinking about the energy bottled up inside these sweet kids makes me tired. What a wonderful gift it is to be able to help </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/2966793600010690014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/08/vbs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2966793600010690014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2966793600010690014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/08/vbs.html' title='VBS'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/TGSaquXWUJI/AAAAAAAAAtk/6iCf7uC0QJ8/s72-c/vbs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-5940346633286031664</id><published>2010-08-10T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T05:03:30.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>104 Degrees of Frustration</title><summary type='text'>I sat in my living room floor this morning with tears in my eyes and slowly running down my face.  I stood in the kitchen this afternoon crying over dinner.  I am tired or frustrated or aggravated or sad or mad... who knows! I have decided my Mommy Juice is depleted. I have heard in marriage studies about love tanks and you must continue to fill one another's because if you don't want to run on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/5940346633286031664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/08/104-degrees-of-frustration.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/5940346633286031664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/5940346633286031664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/08/104-degrees-of-frustration.html' title='104 Degrees of Frustration'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-5155856589438320356</id><published>2010-08-09T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T13:53:18.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Shoes</title><summary type='text'>My baby starts "school" on the 23rd. She is going to a Preschool program from 9-1 at a church here in town. I got her school supply list last week. It was typical for a 1 year old, wipes, paper towels, hand sanitizer, etc. BUT she also has to have a backpack (or a bag but we are going with a backpack) I know I will eventually dread seeing a school supply list, but the first one was exciting. You </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/5155856589438320356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/08/school-shoes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/5155856589438320356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/5155856589438320356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/08/school-shoes.html' title='School Shoes'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/TGBqOZsP-kI/AAAAAAAAAtc/qDdJEFJT0hM/s72-c/shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-3543162275197489645</id><published>2010-08-03T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T08:11:17.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Pee-Pie!</title><summary type='text'>This is what we in the Comerford family call I-R-R-E-S-I-S-T-I-B-L-E!http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AQerRFLaE1cEnjoy!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/3543162275197489645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/08/precious-pee-pie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/3543162275197489645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/3543162275197489645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/08/precious-pee-pie.html' title='Precious Pee-Pie!'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-3405429696784324574</id><published>2010-08-02T16:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T21:10:18.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Commit me... after Supper</title><summary type='text'>And it begins... it's the evening after the first League Board meeting of the year. I love the League and I don't mind meetings of any sort really, but I hate having Monday commitments. On the first Monday of every month my office has an 8:00am meeting and I end with a 5:30pm League meeting. I just think any extra effort on a Monday is a bad idea. Just my opinion.This was a great meeting. We have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/3405429696784324574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/08/commit-me-after-supper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/3405429696784324574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/3405429696784324574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/08/commit-me-after-supper.html' title='Commit me... after Supper'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-2675454133280504234</id><published>2010-07-30T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T12:08:04.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotter Than a Cuss Word!</title><summary type='text'>How is your summer? I am definitely from the south and I NEVER complain about hot weather.  I HATE winter.  I am miserable about every single second of it.  I have never wished the summer away.  Then came 2010. This space age heat has to go.  Have you ever been this hot in your life? We love to be outside and at the beginning of the summer we were strolling to the ice cream shop and swimming.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/2675454133280504234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/07/hotter-than-cuss-word.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2675454133280504234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2675454133280504234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/07/hotter-than-cuss-word.html' title='Hotter Than a Cuss Word!'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-339855574181426608</id><published>2010-07-30T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T11:50:42.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St George Island</title><summary type='text'>                The week after July 4th Nana and Pa took all the Comerford's to St George Island.  It was our first trip there and it was wonderful!  There is not a lot to do on the island and that makes it wonderful.  No crowds and no traffic = happy girl!  And the coolest thing is that there are seashells everywhere.  Big ones!  It was really neat. Once again Amelia did not like the beach.  She</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/339855574181426608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/07/st-george-island.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/339855574181426608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/339855574181426608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/07/st-george-island.html' title='St George Island'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/TFMc2N88IyI/AAAAAAAAAtE/ELDk6gWpw98/s72-c/beach+115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-7338859283081398655</id><published>2010-07-04T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T19:23:53.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday America</title><summary type='text'>Thank you to all who have and who continue to serve our country so that we may be free today. Today at our dinner table we prayed for all of you. We thanked you for your service, that you take time away from your families so that we may be with ours. We prayed that you all get home safe and that you get home soon. Bless you all! Amelia was not a fan of the fireworks and kept a close watch on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/7338859283081398655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-america.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/7338859283081398655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/7338859283081398655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-america.html' title='Happy Birthday America'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/TDE7o1f1nWI/AAAAAAAAAr8/pi503eVNVt4/s72-c/parade+098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-8915672602452687940</id><published>2010-07-02T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T07:19:27.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things that Keep you Going</title><summary type='text'>And when you think the week can't get any worse....  You are tired, you ache, you are just absolutely spent.  The Good Lord gives you a reminder of what it's all for. Somehow the Mommy magic kicks in and you completely forget about the horrible, bad week you have had. This is what I found when I went to check on Amelia before going to bed.  She's had a hard week.  Sweet thing just crashed in her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/8915672602452687940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/07/things-that-keep-you-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/8915672602452687940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/8915672602452687940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/07/things-that-keep-you-going.html' title='The Things that Keep you Going'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/TC3x3ABrt4I/AAAAAAAAArM/-Xln2tmMT1Y/s72-c/julysleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-5653940209874444228</id><published>2010-07-01T19:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T19:20:06.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teething is TERRIBLE</title><summary type='text'>I have been a horrible mother this week (and wife too for that matter).  Amelia is trying to cut 2 more bottom teeth.  She has screamed, whined or fussed for the majority of the week.  Seriously, there has been much more bad than good this week.  The Lord was so gracious to bless me with an amazingly wonderful infant.  He knows I can only handle so much.  Perhaps He has moved the notch on my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/5653940209874444228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/07/teething-is-terrible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/5653940209874444228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/5653940209874444228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/07/teething-is-terrible.html' title='Teething is TERRIBLE'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-3408240039610530582</id><published>2010-06-29T18:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T03:56:55.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner and Flowers</title><summary type='text'>We had our new youth pastor and his wife (who by the way is one of the sweetest couples) over for dinner last week. The best part is that they have only been married a week which means she is just learning to cook, which means my cooking doesn't seem all that bad. :)I gave them the latest addition of our local cookbook as a welcome gift so that meant I had to cook recipes from it. Below is the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/3408240039610530582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/06/dinner-and-flowers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/3408240039610530582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/3408240039610530582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/06/dinner-and-flowers.html' title='Dinner and Flowers'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/TCqdrf3za4I/AAAAAAAAAq0/qf0Q4VQirCM/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-3186057942675553677</id><published>2010-06-29T18:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T18:23:14.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that happen while I blog</title><summary type='text'> Amelia takes full advantage of me being on the computer</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/3186057942675553677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-that-happen-while-i-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/3186057942675553677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/3186057942675553677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-that-happen-while-i-blog.html' title='Things that happen while I blog'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/TCqcRvbppvI/AAAAAAAAAqs/VbV4vITJyKs/s72-c/IMG_3943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-1525583489528051669</id><published>2010-06-29T17:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T17:42:21.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Months of Fatherhood</title><summary type='text'> He has been a Daddy for 10 months now.  What a great Daddy he is!  I have known him for almost 6 years, and he has been an amazing husband for three and a half years.  I had no idea he had more to give, but he does, every single day.  I am so blessed to have that man in our lives! That grill and newspaper hardly shows the appreciation you deserve.Amelia absolutely loves her Daddy (Da-Da as he is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/1525583489528051669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/06/10-months-of-fatherhood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/1525583489528051669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/1525583489528051669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/06/10-months-of-fatherhood.html' title='10 Months of Fatherhood'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/TCqO0u_UiLI/AAAAAAAAAqc/kDze4iVvGB8/s72-c/fathers+day+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-968931019663242638</id><published>2010-06-13T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T19:51:48.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach (or should I say pool) trip</title><summary type='text'>I have had this entry in edit limbo for weeks.  I meant to add more pictures, arrange pictures, etc. but our computer crashed. It is now fixed but it is 5 days slower than Christmas (which, by the way, is not all that show anymore).  So, I will just post as is...We went to the beach the first weekend in June.  We had a great group of friends and 3 special little girls.   It was so much fun!  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/968931019663242638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/06/beach-or-should-i-say-pool-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/968931019663242638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/968931019663242638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/06/beach-or-should-i-say-pool-trip.html' title='Beach (or should I say pool) trip'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/TBTLcHpHUPI/AAAAAAAAAqM/iJ5hHfYW1jA/s72-c/beachweekend+393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-3386410589960529603</id><published>2010-05-28T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T03:55:25.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlanta Botanical Gardens</title><summary type='text'>This picture is out of order and I couldn't get it to move.  It is a great way to start this blog though, because it is so beautiful!  The hydrangeas at the Atlanta Botanical Garden were almost as pretty as my little girl!On Thursday Nana, Amelia and I loaded up to go to the Atlanta Botanical Gardens. In preparation for our trip Nana kept Amelia awake during her morning nap time so she'd sleep </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/3386410589960529603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/05/atlanta-botanical-gardens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/3386410589960529603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/3386410589960529603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/05/atlanta-botanical-gardens.html' title='Atlanta Botanical Gardens'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/TAB-XK6TohI/AAAAAAAAAo8/HaxyQINB6Ls/s72-c/gardens10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-5145679440048809684</id><published>2010-05-21T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T14:58:31.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Painted Princess</title><summary type='text'>I know that she is probably too young, but I have been waiting to paint these toes since the day I brought her home from the hospital.Since Dolly Pardon was on Oprah today especially for Amelia's 9 month birthday AND had a guest appearance by Kenny Rogers singing "Islands In The Stream", we decided we had to do something fabulous! And she loves them!!Happy Birthday sweet girl.  In one month you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/5145679440048809684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/05/painted-princess.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/5145679440048809684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/5145679440048809684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/05/painted-princess.html' title='The Painted Princess'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/S_cAZy5ih7I/AAAAAAAAAnk/VZKbOM7Xius/s72-c/IMG_3977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-462873412318010791</id><published>2010-05-18T16:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T18:18:35.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Mothers Day (Belated blog, not day)</title><summary type='text'>Daddy did Mommy good on her first Mother's Day! We woke up Sunday morning to the sweetest alarm clock. Amelia no longer cries when she wakes up but "talks" and coos instead. Daddy went to get her and they went to retrieve my Mother's Day present. I am terrible with gifts and completely turn the house upside down looking for them. I have no idea what Ben does with them. This year they were in his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/462873412318010791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/05/belated-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/462873412318010791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/462873412318010791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/05/belated-mothers-day.html' title='Belated Mothers Day (Belated blog, not day)'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/S_MjVMpYe6I/AAAAAAAAAnM/zamG5u3Phzw/s72-c/IMG_3896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-2452850191866729267</id><published>2010-05-18T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T16:23:35.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What in the World is wrong with me?!</title><summary type='text'>I think I am loosing my mind.  This evening I went in the kitchen for the 3rd time to decide what I was going to make myself for dinner.  The Cowboy is at his monthly cowboy meeting so I'm fending for myself.  I thought about going to drive thru and then thought of the work it is to load baby girl up, then got over it.  Then thought about the insane buffet lunch I had and knew the Suburban would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/2452850191866729267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-in-world-is-wrong-with-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2452850191866729267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2452850191866729267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-in-world-is-wrong-with-me.html' title='What in the World is wrong with me?!'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/S_MclSVqNcI/AAAAAAAAAm8/DnZbYtdkac0/s72-c/IMG_3951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-7379546892093944486</id><published>2010-05-14T19:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T19:44:17.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One In A Million</title><summary type='text'>Amelia has learned to pull up. She is so busy that she can not be still. She stands there bouncing on her little chunky knees like she is dancing.We have found our new favorite tv channel which is a Music Choice channel called True Country. It is all 80's and 90's country music. We laugh about how cheesy 80's country was but sing every word to every song that comes on. It's fantastic!We have had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/7379546892093944486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-in-million.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/7379546892093944486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/7379546892093944486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-in-million.html' title='One In A Million'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-5131208621489221918</id><published>2010-05-10T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T18:06:34.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Beach Weekend</title><summary type='text'>I swear, I really need more time in my day to blog! Can someone figure out how to give me an extra hour or just keep me up past 9:30?Mom, Amelia and I had a fantastic time at the beach. Mom said it was her "best vacation ever". But, as cute and sweet as Amelia is, I find it hard to believe it was better than St. Lucia. I suppose that is Grandma love. We didn't do a whole lot so I will mainly post</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/5131208621489221918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/05/girls-beach-weekend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/5131208621489221918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/5131208621489221918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/05/girls-beach-weekend.html' title='Girls Beach Weekend'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/S-iYC1jIx1I/AAAAAAAAAlU/Lsh7tdFKbLY/s72-c/IMG_3661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-5551320889409441812</id><published>2010-04-29T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T06:05:50.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going for Frost Bite</title><summary type='text'>Today is the day... it's the first beach trip of the summer... almost summer. Mama will be here about 2:30 to pick up Amelia and I and we are southbound. We are going to see a sweet friend get married on Rosemary beach and decided to make a vacation out of it.I plan on spending a lot of time by the water. Do you think it will still be too cold to get in the ocean or pool? I bet it is, but who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/5551320889409441812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/04/going-for-frost-bite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/5551320889409441812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/5551320889409441812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/04/going-for-frost-bite.html' title='Going for Frost Bite'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/S9llbcvBS8I/AAAAAAAAAlM/w7-8o48ANK8/s72-c/cupcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-390338149858411519</id><published>2010-04-24T18:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T19:37:52.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Months</title><summary type='text'>It's been a few months since I've done one of these. It is so hard to believe that on April 21st our little girl turned 8 months old! We celebrated Amelia's birthday eating pizza with Katy, Lonnie and Molly (Katy even sang happy birthday to Amelia). Molly is 6 days older than Amelia. I pray every time I take a picture of those 2 cute girls that it will end up in a senior portrait ad because they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/390338149858411519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/04/8-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/390338149858411519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/390338149858411519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/04/8-months.html' title='8 Months'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/S9OaFse6kBI/AAAAAAAAAk8/76JnvK5Bmp0/s72-c/benandlonnie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-8503447862568680467</id><published>2010-04-24T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T14:13:47.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They Should have Named it "Lake Amazing"</title><summary type='text'>Last weekend we had a family getaway to visit our friends Brandon and Kelly.  They have a lake house a little over 2 hours from us.  Since we are so adventurous (insert sarcasm) we took the scenic route that took WAY longer but was so pretty. Lake Arrowhead is in what I would call the mountains, but those of you who really do live in the mountains would probably call it foothills.  Regardless it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/8503447862568680467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/04/they-should-have-named-it-lake-amazing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/8503447862568680467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/8503447862568680467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/04/they-should-have-named-it-lake-amazing.html' title='They Should have Named it &quot;Lake Amazing&quot;'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/S9NWQ_MnHhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/h8jUHqjgxn4/s72-c/IMG_3593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-8531763374343119104</id><published>2010-04-10T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T19:02:33.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"A picture says a thousand words"</title><summary type='text'> One picture can sum up our whole week.  Beautiful weather, everything is blooming, sweet summer clothes and baby in a craptastic mood.  Tomorrow starts a new week!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/8531763374343119104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/04/picture-says-thousand-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/8531763374343119104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/8531763374343119104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/04/picture-says-thousand-words.html' title='&quot;A picture says a thousand words&quot;'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/S8EsjgRmZ_I/AAAAAAAAAio/AjcIA45L_Q4/s72-c/IMG_3526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-1213483967254831764</id><published>2010-04-07T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:08:08.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pollen Be Gone!</title><summary type='text'>Pollen,I really appreciate you bringing spring to us.  It was a long winter and we all know what a grump that made me.  You and I have never had problems in the past.  I know a lot of people don't like you but I'm not that kind of girl.  Until you do something to me personally we are cool.  I have always said that any little headache I get is worth it for my flowers to bloom and things to turn </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/1213483967254831764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/04/pollen-be-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/1213483967254831764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/1213483967254831764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/04/pollen-be-gone.html' title='Pollen Be Gone!'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/S7zxeKiaLsI/AAAAAAAAAiY/PhoF8dLfFdI/s72-c/IMG_3506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-7533094961703415449</id><published>2010-04-07T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T13:54:31.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes Peter Cotton Tail</title><summary type='text'>Amelia's first Easter was better than I could have ever imagined! For the first time in a bazillion years the weather was fantastic. I wore a shrug over my dress and almost burnt up!Easter starts in our house on Palm Sunday. I absolutely love Palm Sunday service. When those sweet little kids come down the center aisle in church it makes my heart melt. I kept thinking that next year Amelia just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/7533094961703415449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-peter-cotton-tail.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/7533094961703415449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/7533094961703415449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-peter-cotton-tail.html' title='Here Comes Peter Cotton Tail'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/S7zleIanvpI/AAAAAAAAAiI/flj71jV-KPU/s72-c/IMG_3271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-481083300748949107</id><published>2010-04-02T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T03:00:43.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday - More Awesome than Holy</title><summary type='text'>First... To clarify, I think being Holy is incredibly awesome. I just feel like today for me has been more awesome than Holy (not that its right or a good thing). It just is what it is.It's like 80 something degrees outside! Usually we get our last cold snap on Easter weekend, but not this year! What a Great Good Friday! Amelia and I had a picnic lunch outside on the porch. Then Grandpa and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/481083300748949107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-friday-more-awesome-than-holy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/481083300748949107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/481083300748949107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-friday-more-awesome-than-holy.html' title='Good Friday - More Awesome than Holy'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-693971578849370527</id><published>2010-04-01T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T18:12:49.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I "Need"... like, say, a Kindle...</title><summary type='text'>I am at my parents house tonight blogging from my Mom's laptop.  How in the world did I get left behind in the world of technology by my Mothers?Not only does my Mom have a super-cool laptop, but my Mother-in-Law got a Kindle for her birthday this week.  I have not bought my book club book in 2 months in hopes that I would breakdown and buy a Kindle.  I found a new one on Craigslist for $160.00.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/693971578849370527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/04/things-i-need-like-say-kindle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/693971578849370527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/693971578849370527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/04/things-i-need-like-say-kindle.html' title='Things I &quot;Need&quot;... like, say, a Kindle...'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-1818222035009790415</id><published>2010-03-28T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T12:21:07.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama-Daughter Time</title><summary type='text'>One of the blessings of working part time is that it gives me a lot of Mama-Daughter time.  This Saturday I had a whole day of Mama-Daughter time, but I was the Daughter instead of the Mama!  Amelia stayed with her Daddy and my Mama did my hair and fed me lunch.  She also tried to dress me but it was not a successful shopping trip. Belks of McDonough, you need a new shopper! Saturday morning I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/1818222035009790415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/03/mama-daughter-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/1818222035009790415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/1818222035009790415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/03/mama-daughter-time.html' title='Mama-Daughter Time'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/S6-kcQhhNvI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yqX02YV257E/s72-c/IMG_3238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-2270536654734512947</id><published>2010-03-19T12:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:41:03.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Treated Like A Daddy</title><summary type='text'>Back in January me and 3 friends went to St Simons Island. This was a fantastic trip that I should have blogged about but that was during hibernation (see previous blog for explanation). It started out as an idea to go buy clothes for the children, but turned into a much needed break for a group of girlfriends. We stayed at the King and Prince, shopped and ate with the locals and enjoyed general </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/2270536654734512947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/03/treated-like-daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2270536654734512947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2270536654734512947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/03/treated-like-daddy.html' title='Treated Like A Daddy'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-8091995869463299712</id><published>2010-03-17T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T12:25:21.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patricks Day!</title><summary type='text'>I don't recall ever finding even one 4 leaf clover, but I think I'm a pretty lucky girl!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/8091995869463299712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/8091995869463299712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/8091995869463299712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patricks Day!'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/S6EsPX9XmZI/AAAAAAAAAgI/xBZiFJfJ6tA/s72-c/IMG_3174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-8765327112154637468</id><published>2010-03-13T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T18:58:24.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Blue!</title><summary type='text'>The Hubby and I had been dating a little over a month when he brought me to his hometown for a Friday night football game.  It was the big rival game so I thought this was going to be a social event.  It was social but more so it was football.  I was stunned and continue to be amazed at how big high school sports are in our town.  The football stadium was the biggest thing I had seen for high </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/8765327112154637468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/03/go-blue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/8765327112154637468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/8765327112154637468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/03/go-blue.html' title='Go Blue!'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-6391874151952469091</id><published>2010-03-02T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T11:34:14.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Months</title><summary type='text'>I absolutely can not believe my little baby girl is 6 months old. Sometimes I think about it and its as if she has always been around and in other ways it seems like she just got here. No one is lying when they say Motherhood is the hardest, yet most rewarding job you will ever have. This little girl has brought a joy into our home that we would have never experienced any other way. That being </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/6391874151952469091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/03/6-months.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/6391874151952469091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/6391874151952469091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/03/6-months.html' title='6 Months'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/S41rZTykMDI/AAAAAAAAAeo/zNlCRwVE3TE/s72-c/IMG_2995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-5628095851662004678</id><published>2010-02-24T12:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T13:25:59.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritable, that's all, Just Irritable</title><summary type='text'>There aren't too many things that get me completely bent out of shape.  I am a woman therefore I can turn overly-emotional in a second flat.  But I tend to consider myself a pretty happy gal.  HOWEVER, if you do not let me sleep or do not feed me I turn into this crazy beast.The love-child has been waking up every night (morning) since the holidays around 2am.  She eats and falls back asleep all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/5628095851662004678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/02/irritable-thats-all-just-irritable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/5628095851662004678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/5628095851662004678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/02/irritable-thats-all-just-irritable.html' title='Irritable, that&apos;s all, Just Irritable'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-638583853100853965</id><published>2010-02-20T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:46:41.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Comes To Town</title><summary type='text'>There is something special about going back home. I love being at my parents house, sleeping in my room, sleeping in my room with my girl cuddled up with me, riding the streets of Snellville (that now have WAY too much traffic on them). I seriously hope I can talk my husband into continuing to spend Christmas Eve night there because Santa totally comes to Snellville each and every year. I know he</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/638583853100853965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/02/grandma-comes-to-town.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/638583853100853965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/638583853100853965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/02/grandma-comes-to-town.html' title='Grandma Comes To Town'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/S4CKYnkaCeI/AAAAAAAAAeg/7w9RTpbLELM/s72-c/IMG_2945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-4475626931035182276</id><published>2010-02-19T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T12:11:58.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taco Smell</title><summary type='text'>I am a fan of Taco Bell, don't deny it you know you love them too.  If not, your loss.  Today was a little much even for me.  The lady at the drive thru today totally smelt like feet.  Really, it was bizarre!  It was the odor the the Hubby has when he comes home from the farm and takes his work boots off.  Speaking of... Dear Red Wing Boots: for as much as we pay for you, you should come with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/4475626931035182276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/02/taco-smell.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/4475626931035182276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/4475626931035182276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/02/taco-smell.html' title='Taco Smell'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-4148430301858924057</id><published>2010-02-17T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T13:21:10.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Uninvited Visitor</title><summary type='text'>The doorbell rang today.  I looked through my peep hole and saw 2 cute girls on my doorstep.  This is a lot better than the very nice, but somewhat sketchy guy that comes by wanting to rake the yard. However, that is a great segway for me to tell my husband that me and Amelia would be much safer during the day if he would do a better job on the lawn... it never flies. Anyway, the 2 cute girls </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/4148430301858924057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/02/uninvited-visitor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/4148430301858924057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/4148430301858924057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/02/uninvited-visitor.html' title='An Uninvited Visitor'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-4835659601091423461</id><published>2010-02-16T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T18:24:20.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonesuch Better Way to Ring in The New Year</title><summary type='text'>For New Years Eve our friends, The Meeks, invited us to their family beach house for a long weekend.  It was a much needed break from the November to February work madness.  Plus, we love our friends. They also have a baby girl so it was perfect.  We also rode girls in one car, boys in the other so it was a fun 4.5 ride of girl time for us.  Here are some pictures from our wonderful trip.Ryan, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/4835659601091423461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/02/nonesuch-better-way-to-ring-in-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/4835659601091423461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/4835659601091423461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/02/nonesuch-better-way-to-ring-in-new-year.html' title='Nonesuch Better Way to Ring in The New Year'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/S3tQ0yhdx8I/AAAAAAAAAd4/VvRjoBOhTKU/s72-c/meeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-8055809793212543174</id><published>2010-02-16T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T09:02:43.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hibernation... It's what I do</title><summary type='text'>I hate winter. I really do. I realize the Good Lord created winter for a reason and I'm sure it's great for everything to die back and re-grow in the spring. BUT, does it have to last this long?! I honestly think I get a mild case of the winter blues so I just stay put. I hate winter clothes... Itchy sweaters are awful and blue jeans never fit me right. Which means I just stay in my house where </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/8055809793212543174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/02/hibernation-its-what-i-do.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/8055809793212543174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/8055809793212543174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/02/hibernation-its-what-i-do.html' title='Hibernation... It&apos;s what I do'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/S3sZqRoCOuI/AAAAAAAAAco/Q4WTOCWvlRw/s72-c/IMG_2009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-8427934335109018298</id><published>2010-02-16T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T14:12:20.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Naps Soothe My Soul</title><summary type='text'> When this happens for over 2 hours I can do so much!  Such as, drink a cup of hot tea on a freezing day, get caught up on the stuff I didn't get done at my 9-1 job, laundry and BLOG!  Hip-hip-hooray</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/8427934335109018298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-naps-soothe-my-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/8427934335109018298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/8427934335109018298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-naps-soothe-my-soul.html' title='Long Naps Soothe My Soul'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/S3sXG9H3SgI/AAAAAAAAAb4/riLrd95IEXo/s72-c/IMG_2895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-6908231218821878944</id><published>2009-11-27T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:49:45.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Months</title><summary type='text'>Amelia spent her 3 month birthday with Grandma and Grandpa.  My Mom's company has a family Christmas party every year and Mom wanted to take Amelia to show off.  Did I mention I have never been invited to this party?!  I mean I suppose I am here just to birth Grandbabies. ha!  Just kidding :) We celebrated our 3 month break with peaceful dinners, sleep and house cleaning.  I always think that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/6908231218821878944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/11/3-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/6908231218821878944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/6908231218821878944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/11/3-months.html' title='3 Months'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SxCAcHqpUUI/AAAAAAAAAbo/OfS-FaZ0170/s72-c/Amelia+Grandma+and+Santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-7776001928131100324</id><published>2009-11-27T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T17:40:33.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skipping Church To Enjoy The Creation</title><summary type='text'>We have had some really beautiful days this fall and two Sundays ago was one of them.  I decided our family should skip church to get out and enjoy the creation of our Creator.  It's not often we choose to skip church, but I just needed a break from our town, our house and all that is part of the normal routine.   We got up and had breakfast then got dressed and were off.  We are blessed to live </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/7776001928131100324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/11/skipping-church-to-enjoy-creation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/7776001928131100324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/7776001928131100324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/11/skipping-church-to-enjoy-creation.html' title='Skipping Church To Enjoy The Creation'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SxB7wHfxmxI/AAAAAAAAAbY/RgOirgtglBI/s72-c/IMG_1891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-841246809233179922</id><published>2009-11-16T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T04:59:37.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Marriage Bed</title><summary type='text'>When we found out we were pregnant we both vowed not to let our baby sleep in our bed.  I know it works for some of you. I swear I slept with my Mom until I was in middle school and I still get up on Saturday mornings when I'm there and go get in the bed with her.  But, our little girl was going to sleep in her own bed and she does... through the night on top of that!Unfortunately... we are not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/841246809233179922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-marriage-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/841246809233179922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/841246809233179922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-marriage-bed.html' title='Our Marriage Bed'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SwFJxetOJYI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/7Elp_sbby7E/s72-c/IMG_1889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-6175549091056116102</id><published>2009-11-10T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T09:24:48.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes it just seems like your world is caving in.  It can be your fault for over-committing or just a bad day or really nothing at all, just crazy emotions over little-bitty things.  Whatever it is, down right sucks when you are in the midst of it.Sometimes all it takes to fix it is to sit in the bathtub with aromatherapy salts that says "Brighten your mood" (yeah, good try) and a beer... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/6175549091056116102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/6175549091056116102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/6175549091056116102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/Svme9aDJlMI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Tc8OlqZ6kSg/s72-c/prom.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-2260824731202277737</id><published>2009-11-08T18:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T10:16:40.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dollar Aisle</title><summary type='text'>Do you ever shop the Dollar Aisles at Target? You definitely should! The Comerford budget loves and requires bargains but regardless, there are some cute things on the dollar aisles. My kitty dishes are from the dollar aisle as are some of my plastic cups and fun socks and maybe some of your birthday gifts! HA! Just kidding.. maybe... well, probably at least a card.Anyway, these are my finds from</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/2260824731202277737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/11/dollar-isle.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2260824731202277737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2260824731202277737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/11/dollar-isle.html' title='The Dollar Aisle'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/Svd7-l5xBNI/AAAAAAAAAaw/2IMWJ4lRZG8/s72-c/IMG_1836-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-2890063128920344272</id><published>2009-11-08T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:13:24.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recycling Rambles</title><summary type='text'>Do you recycle? I feel like it has become the trendy thing to do. I know it saves the earth and all, but it's like you aren't cool if you don't recycle. Personally, I really don't but I'll find myself acting like I do to fit in. For example.. while drinking beer at a friend's house I say something like "Do you recycle bottles?" instead of "Where is your trash can?" only because people ask that at</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/2890063128920344272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/11/recycling-rambles.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2890063128920344272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2890063128920344272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/11/recycling-rambles.html' title='Recycling Rambles'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/Svd2DccjJlI/AAAAAAAAAag/v11XGpG5qtI/s72-c/IMG_1840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-2475308070975288803</id><published>2009-11-04T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:30:08.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shots Stink!</title><summary type='text'>Today Amelia had her 2 month check-up and 3 shots. Boo! Our appointment with Dr. Karyn was great because she is always so sweet and fun. Amelia weighs 13 lbs and is 24.5 inches. It is amazing how fast they grow. She is in the 90% for height and weight and is basically a 4 month old that is 2 months old. It must be all those good groceries I provide! Maybe the Big Macs?! :)After the check-up the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/2475308070975288803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/11/shots-stink.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2475308070975288803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2475308070975288803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/11/shots-stink.html' title='Shots Stink!'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SvIAEYVw31I/AAAAAAAAAaY/S9d370ni7AQ/s72-c/IMG_1824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-364418869852407751</id><published>2009-11-02T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T11:38:29.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy Homeade Birthday</title><summary type='text'>We had a weekend long birthday celebration this weekend.  I had so much fun you would have thought it was my birthday!  Who are we kidding here?? Everyone knows MY birthday lasts for the entire month!  Anyway, after spending 32 years on the earth and the GA/FL game attempting to ruin most of them you deserve a little something special.  Luckily, it doesn't take a lot of money to make someone feel</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/364418869852407751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-homeade-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/364418869852407751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/364418869852407751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-homeade-birthday.html' title='A Happy Homeade Birthday'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/Su8vpmVGeEI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/j2ZSs4C0CPc/s72-c/IMG_1783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-1931995946696800374</id><published>2009-11-01T07:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T08:54:30.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat</title><summary type='text'>Our first Halloween was a little more of a trick than a treat. Even though our little lovebug looks like the sweetest treat you've ever seen, it was all a trick. She was a grump! Maybe it was because she didn't sleep well Friday night. Maybe it was because I was lazy and didn't keep her on schedule Saturday afternoon. Maybe it was because it rained all day and she is sick of the rain. Who knows </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/1931995946696800374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/11/trick-or-treat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/1931995946696800374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/1931995946696800374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/11/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/Su2sr2kcEsI/AAAAAAAAAaA/0YLxE7e-BQE/s72-c/IMG_1760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-7443087482513556906</id><published>2009-10-29T14:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:30:52.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedazzled</title><summary type='text'>Our local art museum had an event called Bedazzled last Saturday.  Me and the Hubs got dressed up (and I mean shaved the legs, perfume, mascara, eye shadow with some sparkle and a fancy shirt dressed up!), left Amelia with Nana and Pa and headed out for a night on the town.  It was so much fun.  The art was yarn art, which was very cool, the wine was fantastic and friends were all over the place.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/7443087482513556906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/10/bedazzled.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/7443087482513556906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/7443087482513556906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/10/bedazzled.html' title='Bedazzled'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SuoHpneRP0I/AAAAAAAAAZg/DAVTU1Qy_OA/s72-c/IMG_1734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-2354342316139713226</id><published>2009-10-29T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:21:29.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Months</title><summary type='text'>Amelia is now 2 months. Month 2 has been a lot better than month 1.  We have finally realized that there is not too much we can do that is going to harm or destroy her and it has made life a lot easier.I really am never this seriousThis is more like it.Some 2nd Month Memories:*  Still loves to stroll*  Bathing is getting more and more fun.  She now takes baths with Mommy and kicks all around.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/2354342316139713226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/10/2-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2354342316139713226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2354342316139713226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/10/2-months.html' title='2 Months'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SuoDqiHtK8I/AAAAAAAAAZY/WC3uLY6__pQ/s72-c/1st+Sunday+in+Nursery+-+9+weeks+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-2624426198940212946</id><published>2009-10-29T13:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:03:14.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Work</title><summary type='text'>On Oct 19th I went back to work.  Honestly, I was excited about it until the week before, then I got sad.   Well, it was kind of mixed reviews... I was bored at home and missed my job but I was sad to be on a schedule where I HAD to work and HAD to be away from home.  While I know staying home full-time is not a lifestyle for me (unless we win LOTS of money and I can be a lady of leisure with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/2624426198940212946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-to-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2624426198940212946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2624426198940212946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-to-work.html' title='Back to Work'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SuoAKw8Ew3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ZxRaQe9o5vU/s72-c/Back+to+Work+10_19+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-7036407709274566848</id><published>2009-10-13T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:03:49.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>38 Minutes</title><summary type='text'>Tonight we decided it was the night for the sweet sleepy-head to put herself to bed.  We (oh crud!  I just realized I did not kiss her good night.  Shoot, crap, arghhh! Worst Mother of the Year award given to me!)  Ok, so her Daddy kissed her good night (I will kiss her good morning.. in about 4 hours) and he put her down in her crib.  She cried for 38 minutes and is now sound asleep.  I know a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/7036407709274566848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/10/38-minutes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/7036407709274566848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/7036407709274566848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/10/38-minutes.html' title='38 Minutes'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-2370683001279157122</id><published>2009-10-05T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T12:52:20.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Confession</title><summary type='text'>Of all the accessories I own for my hair, I have one favorite and there is not a close second.  Of all the money I have spent on so many products to try and tame my crazy head of hair, there is one simple jewel that stands the test of time... My SCRUNCHIE!!                                    Isn't she lovely?!Though I seldom wear it in public (usually in the drive through line only) I always have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/2370683001279157122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/10/true-confession.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2370683001279157122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2370683001279157122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/10/true-confession.html' title='True Confession'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SspIkNz6ZOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/iEeZ5qz-XjE/s72-c/IMG_1564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-3162801878397029893</id><published>2009-09-29T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T07:34:49.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Knows My Name</title><summary type='text'>I little "thank you" to our sweet friend, Elizabeth.  Elizabeth is an amazing lady and a sweet, sweet friend the Lord brought to our family.  She is so funny and encouraging and can always make you smile.  She gave our little girl Amelia a great reminder that we pray will stick with her all through life... He Knows My Name.Even though it is a gift to Amelia, it has been a wonderful reminder to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/3162801878397029893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-knows-my-name.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/3162801878397029893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/3162801878397029893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-knows-my-name.html' title='He Knows My Name'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SsIXxizsM-I/AAAAAAAAAYw/Coxtft-MhuM/s72-c/IMG_1495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-1031738890578993642</id><published>2009-09-28T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:03:43.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Fair-Weather Fans in this Family...</title><summary type='text'>We set out for Athens at 10am on Saturday.  Blue skies were everywhere.  We were so excited to be on our way to a beautiful gameday in one of the greatest cities around.  We dropped Amelia off at Grandma and Grandpa's, purchased necessities for mimosas and were 78 bound... then the sprinkles started.  "It's ok, it's only noon and kick-off is at 7, this will all blow over."  It was cloudy in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/1031738890578993642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-fair-weather-fans-in-this-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/1031738890578993642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/1031738890578993642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-fair-weather-fans-in-this-family.html' title='No Fair-Weather Fans in this Family...'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SsEtMMxscTI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/C2MbNLsMQZw/s72-c/ga2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-1170339940837401126</id><published>2009-09-28T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:14:11.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Month</title><summary type='text'>We have had such a fun month. We have no idea what we are doing a lot of the time, but we are starting to figure it out. Everyone says loving a child is a love you've never felt before and they are right. We can not imagine life with out this sweet little girl. Here are some memories from the 1st month...~ She is very good sleeper averaging about 6 or more hours a night.  The deepest sleep is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/1170339940837401126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/09/1-month.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/1170339940837401126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/1170339940837401126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/09/1-month.html' title='1 Month'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SsErWz-OkZI/AAAAAAAAAXY/5D6s9rGuaRY/s72-c/One+Month+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-2913721117984913338</id><published>2009-09-23T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T06:50:19.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amelia Wins the Battle</title><summary type='text'>Tuesday, September 22nd 2009, Amelia Claire Comerford defeats the parents!On Monday Amelia turned one month old... I need to post those pictures... maybe by the end of the week.  Yesterday we had a birthday celebration by going shopping and having dinner with friends.  My little girl is so, so good and has given us a wonderful month.  We got 3 cute new headbands for her bows from our friend </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/2913721117984913338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/09/amelia-wins-battle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2913721117984913338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/2913721117984913338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/09/amelia-wins-battle.html' title='Amelia Wins the Battle'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SrobBzU6WsI/AAAAAAAAAXI/b0CSLYA8z_8/s72-c/IMG_1447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-279807740861834640</id><published>2009-09-22T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:46:15.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Years Ago</title><summary type='text'>4 years ago today I met this man.  We had drinks then pizza and a lot of laughs in between.  He was so irresistible I married him! :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/279807740861834640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/09/4-years-ago.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/279807740861834640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/279807740861834640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/09/4-years-ago.html' title='4 Years Ago'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SrlFTzO4Y6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/99Wlmhj_8lg/s72-c/lake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-515888455700541983</id><published>2009-09-20T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T07:48:17.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to Have Her Back!</title><summary type='text'>What a great weekend!  Friday night we went to the club for a grown-up dinner of steak and pasta and wine and gin &amp; tonics and great, great friends!  I forgot how enjoyable it is to eat without a baby on your shoulder.  Saturday I had to get up and price for our Junior Service League Attic Sale, but I even enjoyed the nastiness of all that because I was with the girls.  It rained ALL DAY LONG and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/515888455700541983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/09/ready-to-have-her-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/515888455700541983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/515888455700541983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/09/ready-to-have-her-back.html' title='Ready to Have Her Back!'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480435303065023927.post-7551654298286394246</id><published>2009-09-18T13:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:15:52.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Week Slumber Party</title><summary type='text'>My little girl turned 4 weeks old today and my Mom just left with her.  Grandma has been very excited to have a spend the night party with Amelia.  The original plan was for her to come pick up Amelia Saturday morning then somehow she changed it to Friday night.  After a morning with a sweet girl full of fussy gas, I agreed. I am going to be an honest Mommy and tell you that the only thing I feel</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/feeds/7551654298286394246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/09/4-week-slumber-party.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/7551654298286394246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480435303065023927/posts/default/7551654298286394246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclingthecomerfords.blogspot.com/2009/09/4-week-slumber-party.html' title='4 Week Slumber Party'/><author><name>Mrs. Comerford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132569128279764959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SYNvzNCLVXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdF348tvN5c/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSz_bMt3fVA/SrP13jBPGfI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Sue2Ko_-6Mk/s72-c/4+Weeks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
