Let there be

SNOW.
Times like these it brings back all of the great memories of growing up on land. I remember my dad staying up all night making us a sled so could David and I could experience having a "real" sled. So blessed for those times!

NOW. I get to be that parent that gives that to her little man.

The house where I grew up. It is so serene looking at it on this snowy day. Good memories. I remember winter storm of '93. Our power went out for a week. It was definitely a week of bonding.

It is all about having fun. A treat it was to watch our three kiddos play in the snow.

A proud little man!

Maybe I am just all emotional in this cold weather, but this picture gets me a little teary. The two men in my life. Enough said.

After a long hot bath there is nothing but snoring by the fire for this tired little pupster.

It was a good day.

"gotta little mud on my tires..."

Brad Paisley comes to Birmingham.
Concerts. Let me explain my stance.
Yesterday my incredibly cute, cowboy boot wearing sister in law Lacey called to ask if Jamie and I wanted to go to the Brad Paisley Concert at the BJCC. Who would not want to go see the wrangler wearing country star?

We are from Alabama you know! That translates to people not from here thinking that we play in the mud, get trucks that you need a step stool to get into, extremely loud dual exhaust, fancy cowboy boots and hats, tight Wrangler jeans, or jean with diamond studs all over them, really huge belt buckles, bells of hay, and a toothpick behind your ear at all times.

You have to admit that it does cross your mind when you think of a country concert in Alabama.

Immediate stress kind of started. I think somewhere deep in my conscience I have a phobia of large concerts. People, just people everywhere! Makes me a little claustrophobic. Am I the only one??
These questions keep jogging in my head: Is there going to be a fight over who stands and who sits? How many times am I going to have beer sloshed on me from people around me flinging their drinks into the air singing at the top of their lungs, off tune, to the Country Stars stage performance. OH, and the womans restroom lines, not just the never ending lines that wrap around the whole BJCC, but the classy women you seem to meet in line. Don't act like you don't know what I am taking about!!

People watching is probably the most entertaining part before the concert. How do women wear 5 in. stilettos and stand in them alll night long? I was a retail merchandising major. I get it, but seriously?? It is 35 degrees outside, how are women not cold in their strapless tanktops and short short mini skirts. Very enlightening.

All of this streaming in my head entering the slightly intoxicated mob of people. Surprisingly, this concert exceeded my expectations. I really really liked Brad Paisley live. He was incredibly witty, very fun, and sounded just like he does on the radio! I give an A+ to Lacey for setting this date night up.

My anxiety relinquished by the end after I did have beer sloshed on me, watched the police work out a dispute over some people wanting to stand and some sit, and had the joy to keep seeing the same women in the ladies room reapplying just one more coat of makeup. It was all worth it though!

For me to call myself a "country girl"--that may need to be reevaluated slightly!

Farm Girl.

I think SO.

pasture. birds. puddles. an array of different smells.
Ahhh... it is great to be a dog/puppy/princess Miley

Did I mention the puddles? She loves the puddles. Water. Splashing. Sticking her head so far under the water she blows bubbles. Did I mention the puddles.

It is now nice to have a female perspective with two big brothers trying to run the show.

Women rule. Boy dogs drool!

They may run faster, play harder, and get dirtier, but Princess Miley still rules the roost!

WAHOO

LIFE IS GOOD!!!!!!!!!

Nah Nah Nah Nah Boo Boo

What have I taught my little pupster/wild man/bird hunting enthusiast. Oh well... there is always tomorrow.

ODE To Hunting.

Last weekend of hunting season.
Sad? I plead the fifth, make no comment--
OK, so behind closed doors jump for joy. I admitted it.

Hunting season is a passion for this handsome hunter of mine. Wait, that is ME in these pictures. I am caught. Truly, it not a passion of mine, but I am passionate about my handsome hunter, thus, making it by default, a passion of mine.

Jamie dressed me in everything that he owned so I would not be cold. Sweet right. I felt like the little kid in the Christmas Story when his mom sends him out in the snow and he drops his glasses and can't even bend over to pick them up... yup. that was me!

Regardless, I love my husband, thus I am (ok) with deer antlers hanging in my house!

Makes for great scarf/coat racks. :)

Happy Valentines Day?.

We wish you a Merry Christmas, we wish you a Merry Christmas, we wish you a Merry Christmas...oh wait. I guess we wish you a Happy Valentines Day now.

If you ask Brodie, he got everything he ever wanted in his stocking this year for Christmas. After hurling this 2 ft. bone into the air, dropping it on my head while laying on the couch, and demolishing my walls trying to play keep away, Santa seriously debated on why coal was not an option this year.

Regardless, my boys tummy was very satisfied, his heart swelled with excitement, and his tongue has been licking his lips for weeks trying to retrieve the left over particles stuck to his whiskers!

How can you not look at this mommas boy, snuggling king, towel addict, sock stealer, and hyper active pupster and not just want to put a red bow on his head and give him everything his little heart desires.

Whoa! I forgot. He does get everything his heart desires. Spoiled rotten is what he is!
Merry After Christmas and a Happy New Year.

*new post below

Miley. Laundry.

Sleepy eyes + comfy towels + laundry basket = a pile of Miley

Miracle. Maybe.

Seems like a decade or more that we have had the entire Comer Family together in a picture at one time. Simply a candid moment if I must say so myself. Good looking family too if I must brag. Danica is the cute newest addition to the family. She was only 5 weeks old or so. Ahh.. babies. Yes, good baby powder smelling babies.

Our family is definitely growing and David and Christina are next in line come the end of March. Can you pick out which one is 6 months pregnant?? Yeah, she is to the left of me. You can't even tell. Cutest pregnant lady ever. I just love pregnant women. They are just so glowingly cute!! The only munchkin missing is my 1.5 yr old. He missed the family picture. Brodie, you were there in spirit little man. Good times!

Hotlanta Baby!

The real live Pioneer Woman came to Atlanta. No need to blog anymore. That is enough said.

Yeah right, you think I am going to be quiet about actually meeting the one woman show, the epitome of a muti-tasker, the photography genius, the cooking queen, the farm inhabiting, 4 children having, homeschooling teacher, and blogger extraordinaire. It was great! Not just great, but lite a fire under me to get out of my house and buy a farm so I can have some kiddos running around milking cows and stuff kind of great. Yup...it is my dream.

This is really where it all began. Getting some coffee and settling in for a looonnngggg time of sitting and waiting. I think me and the coffee became one.

My mom called me in the 23rd hour and asked if she got a substitute if I wanted to have a girls night and go to Atlanta to see The Pioneer Woman. I first screamed, jumped out of my chair, rented a hotel room at the Marriott, and started packing. Of course I wanted to go. For some of you who may not know, The Pioneer Woman was blogger of the year for her online blog and she just recently put out a cookbook with all her farm girl recipes in it. She was having a book signing in Atlanta for her new cookbook which you will see below. I am addicted.

We definitely got a jump start of reading her cookbook, and in the mean time making friends and chatting with the people around us.

This is a whole nother story! The dreaded wristbands! OK, they gave you a wristband as you came into the bookstore with a color and a letter on it. We were Yellow D when we came in and they were only on Orange H when I looked the first time. The nice naive lady said it was only going to be 1 hour or so. The OR SO part of that meant 4.5 hours later we got to see Ree. That was only because some sweet girls in line gave me their friends wristbands that had gone home. Their wristband was Green F. If we had really had to wait for our original color it would have been more like the 6 hour range to see her.
So, thank you to whom ever the girl was that gave me her wristbands for me and my mom. It was a life saver.
(This was so much better than just standing in the line for ever. This way you got to walk around and browse the store while you waited for your color and letter to be called.)

Can't you just picture it now. Me on a farm with horses and cows and kiddos running around barefoot, of course. She is my motivation.

What a trip. Never really just up and went on a road trip before, but we had a blast.

I also got to meet Ree's sister Betsy, on the right and her best friend Hyacinthia, on the left.

I was honestly so giddy and nervous. Definitely a memory I will not forget.
Right up there with:
#1 Getting married
#2 Getting Brodie
#3 Meeting the Pioneer Woman :)

Check out her website: www.thepioneerwoman.com
Her love story is a must read!