I Comment Therefore I Am

Welcome to another edition of I Comment Therefore I Am, where I put together a post from comments I've left on other blogs. Odd I know, but I find that when I comment on great posts I am inspired to write about things that I would not normally.

Let's get started, shall we?

Matty from Matty Thoughts wants to know where all the missing socks go. Don't we all. I have a theory about it that I want to turn into a children's book...

I think there is an underground railroad for socks. Unfortunately, only one in the pair ever gets to make it to freedom. On the other side of the dryer mismatched pairs get together and live a life free of stinky feet.

The more I think about it, the more I think this theory is right. I mean socks are forced to be with their mate; it's like an arranged marriage and sometimes it works, but sometimes it doesn't. On the other side of the dryer socks are free to mate with argyles, stripes, or solids as long as they are willing and no one ever judges them for dating a sock that is different than them.

Recently, The Wannabe WAHM asked, "Will I spend my whole life trying to be successful or will I be one of the few that 'make it'?" My answer:

There is no point in wondering whether you will make it or not. You are the kind of person that will strive for her dreams so keep striving. What is the alternative? To give up. You would never be happy just giving up. You are not a quitter. Your dream may evolve or come true in a way you never envisioned, but something will inevitably come of your efforts. 

Brainella asked if I celebrate Valentine's Day...

I'm not big on VD, the day or the disease. I don't mind treats and making out, but it doesn't have to be a big deal unless it is the disease and then I don't want to have anything to do with it any day of the year.

At Stir-Fry Awesomeness I was asked, "Is your life a romantic comedy, tragedy, horror story, or something else? Who would portray you in this masterpiece?" My answer...

My life is a Romantic Dramedy...since I am an actor I would portray me in this masterpiece it would be the role of a lifetime. It is the role of my lifetime.

Mrs. Blogalot used the word bloghole and I fell in love with it, then I came up with my own bloggy curse word:

Bloghole might be my new favorite word. Ooo, I think I like blogwad, too!

Other bloggy insults I've thought of since then: blog for brains, blogface, bloglicker, blogina (rhymes with vagina), blogf@*ker, motherblogger, go blog yourself, blog right off, you piece of blog....Do you have any?

That's it for this edition of I Comment Therefore I Am.

Do you give good comment? Wanna play along? Go forth, spread the comment love, and turn it into a post (I keep a draft post open while I read blogs throughout the week).  Recycle, reuse, and reduce my friends; it's the wave of the future.

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It's Monday, which means I get to prove that I exist because I know you are not sure if there is really a woman under the paper bag. Well, I may not show you my face, but I will reveal bits and pieces of me that I have left littered around the blogosphere. Littering is so tacky that I've picked up some of my comments and turned them into a post. You need not doubt my existence because I comment, therefore I am.

Here are a few of the comments I left on wonderful blogs:

The (Un)Experienced Mom answeredWhat’s the best excuse you ever used to get out of an obligation like work, school, or chores…And did you get away with it? and then asked her readers to respond as well. Well, I'm not saying I've used this excuse, but I'm sure I'd get away with it because no one in their right mind would check:

My mom always says to tell people that you have explosive diarrhea because that will get you out of anything.

Pumpkin Delight has been thinking about the power of collective thought and ended her post by asking, "What do you think?" Well,...

I believe in the power of collective thought. I am not a religious person, but I believe that prayer can work because it is a form of collective thought. Why not? Stranger things have happened.

Do you know what it's like to love an addict? Unfortunately, some of you probably do.  I read a post by ck that fills my whole self with pain...

The first time I ever remember falling in love was when I met my baby brother. He is 8 years younger. He was the most beautiful baby I have ever seen and that is saying a lot because I have since had a baby of my own.

He filled my days with joy and made my life better in every way. Then he disappeared not in body, but in mind and spirit. He became an addict and I lost my brother. One of the most difficult days for both of us was when he looked me in the eyes and said, "I am an addict". I looked back and said, "I know". He responded with tears rolling down his face, "I know, but I have never told you. I have never admitted it to you."

I spent years loving the memory of him, not what was left, but what used to be. I wondered if I had made him up. Maybe he was never truly as wonderful as what I remembered.

Addicts are liars and manipulators; they break your heart over and over. One day I just couldn't take it anymore and I let myself mourn for the loss. I let myself accept that the probable outcome of his addiction would be death. I don't know what changed in me, but something did, something made it bearable.

He's okay now. He has a family and a job, but I will never feel like he is not in eminent danger. Every now and again I see and hear the brother I remember and I am certain I didn't make him up. I understand that I love him because he is wonderful, but I realize that I could lose him at any moment and I am guarded.

I am sorry that you love an addict. No, I am sorry that the person you love has become an addict. I wish we could make it better just by loving them, but we can't.

I read a great post at Stir-Fry Awesomeness called, Get a Blog. The way it was written prompted me to comment:

This would make an excellent infomercial. It could have testimonials like:

"My friends' eyes used to to glaze over with boredom as I told them every detail of my life, but then I GOT A BLOG!"

"My husband wouldn't listen to me, but I showed him. I GOT A BLOG!"

"I used to have no friends, but now I have all the friends I could ever want in my computer because I GOT A BLOG!"

"I couldn't just walk up to strangers and force them to look at all my kids cute baby pictures, but now I can for Wordless Wednesdays or Wordful Wednesdays if I'm feeling chatty because I GOT A BLOG."

"I was in danger of losing all my IRL friends because all I wanted to do was talk about myself and share my poetry, but now I can give them a break because I GOT A BLOG!"

I'd like to end with a comment that was left on my previous I Comment Therefore I Am post by Naomi from Organic Motherhood with Cool Whip in response to my response about TMI:

...I have made my husband drink my breastmilk in a dark movie theatre parking lot one time cuz my pump wasn't working right and I thought I might spontaneously combust otherwise. TMI?

That's it for this edition of I Comment Therefore I Am.

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Oh and feel free to comment on my comments otherwise how will I know that you exist.

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We all have our gifts, one of mine is I give good comment. It's true! What you don't believe me?! Hell, I take this commenting on other blogs business seriously. I'm not saying my self worth is wrapped up in it or anything, but I will tell you this: I Comment Therefore I Am.

Here are a few of the comments I left scattered around the blogosphere:

Margo was given oranges as a gift. She doesn't know what to do with them so she asked for a recipe. Here's my favorite recipe involving oranges:

Wash the oranges,

peel them,

separate the sections,

open your mouth,

put in one section at a time,

close your mouth,

chew,

swallow,

repeat until there is no more orange left.

Use this recipe daily until the oranges are gone. Oranges are amazing when they are in season. My mother has an orange tree and brought us a couple dozen. We quickly finished them using the above recipe.

Have you had any online misunderstandings? I have. You see sometimes I forget that people don't really "know" me. I had such a misunderstanding with Kristen when I first met her. Fortunately, instead of just writing me off as a jerk she investigated. Recently she gave me an award and after thanking her I wrote:

... I was just thinking about how we met today. I was telling another blogger about how I left a comment on one of your posts and my tone did not come across the way I intended, but thankfully you addressed it and after some back and forth we ended up following each other. I'm glad that you didn't let your first impression of me be the only impression.

Nancy is an excellent writer, but she never even has to use those skills to make me love a post.  She used the word "asshat" and it made me so unbelievably happy. Here's how I feel about that word:

You probably don't know this, but if you ever want to write a post that I love all you have to do is use the word "asshat"; it makes me giggle like a school child. I mean picture it! Picture an asshat and picture it on someone's head. It's an ass on their head! But then it gets even funnier when you are calling someone an asshat because I then have to picture that person being worn as a hat! Or I can also picture a hat for your ass. I mean really anyway I look at it an "asshat" is hilarious. 

Write-Brained wrote a post about a magazine and their "size" issue. Although she thought the photographs representing larger women were lovely, she wondered why we need a "size issue" why can't magazines just represent all sizes all the time. Ugh! I could go on an on about this subject because I am a magazine junky, I love fashion, and I hate discrimination of any and all kinds. Here's what I had to say:

I think media should be progressive and it's just not. The media does not reflect what is going on in the real world. Just like I don't want to see a magazine with only Caucasian models, I also don't want to see only skinny models.

I do take offense at "skinny models" being exempted from the term "real women" because they are real women and I do not have a problem with them being represented but they should not be over-represented.

I also don't buy into the whole "but the clothes look better on thin women". If that is so then designers need to make clothes that look good on larger women too. They are screwing themselves out of revenue if they don't.

blueviolet was tagged and wrote a list on it she said she likes tampons. I love to overshare too so I said...

I have never used a tampon and I am 38 years old. (I'm sure you needed to know that.)

won wrote: I now wonder what the purpose of life is when "everything must end eventually, everyone must die and the Earth is bound to disappear." Here's what I think:

Here is how I have come to terms with death and dying and how I answer what the purpose of life is if "everything must end eventually, everyone must die and the Earth is bound to disappear" :

Our lives matter because they are finite. They must never be taken for granted. As we go about our day to day life we forget that we are destined to die because having that reality front and center can be debilitating, but death reminds us to love, cherish, and live to the fullest. I think for the most part we fail and forget, but every once in a while and some times far too frequently loss comes around to remind us that we are not forever and nothing around us is, so we must embrace this moment, this NOW.

I have a difficult time conveying in words what my heart knows to be true. I have been obsessed with death and dying from a very young age in a way that felt paralyzing, until something changed and I saw that there is beauty even in losing.

I'd like to end with a comment left on my blog from the aforementioned Nancy. I had written about an an odd dream I had and this is what she shared:

..Eek about that dream. I've been there. I once dreamed I was talked to a hot, random man, and some breast milk squirted in his eye, blinding him. ( I just love the visual.)

That's it for this edition of I Comment Therefore I Am.

Do you give good comment? Wanna play along? Go forth, spread the comment love, and turn it into a post (I keep a draft post open while I read blogs throughout the week).  Recycle, reuse, and reduce my friends; it's the wave of the future.

Oh and feel free to comment on my comments otherwise how will I know that you exist.

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It's Monday, which means I get to celebrate my commenting journey through the blogosphere with you! When pondering my existence I remind myself that I comment, therefore I am.  

I read this wonderful quote on Olive Me: "If you have come here to help me, you are wasting your time.  But if you have come here because your liberation is bound up with mine, then let us work together." - Lilla Watson  This really struck a chord with me...

...your liberation is bound up with mine...Wow! That is what we fail to realize most of the time, that we are bound up in each other's liberation.

When asked for advice about whether to have a C-section or vaginal birth Mrs. Blogalot advocates C-section and trumpets her "unstretched" , "taut" vaginal opening as a benefit. Well, I can't stand by and say nothing...

Listen, my husband swears that he loves my roomier digs. Honestly, I was so tight before I could and did crack nuts. Now nuts stay intact. Maybe your vagina was just a little floppy to begin with because mine is absolutely perfect after a vaginal birth.

I went back and added the following as an afterthought because my husband said my humor might not come across as funny (What does he know? He doesn't even read my blog.) 

You know I'm kidding right? About you having a floppy vagina, not about me having a perfect one. 

How do you feel about email signatures? Meeko Fabulous is not so crazy about  some them and provided some examples of particular irritants.  This really got me to thinking about what I would like me email signature to say...

I am going to add a signature to my emails that reads, "I am a lost soul searching for comfort in a lonely world. My smile hides my insecurities and frailties. When dealing with me handle with care. Do not reuse, recycle, or reduce me."

At Out of the Extraordinary  I read about "comment snob" versus "comment snot" and left a comment about commenting...

I'm not gonna lie. I am a complete and utter comment junkie. Part of it is that I truly enjoy the interactive part of blogging. I am aware though that much of the reason I get comments is that I give comments. I comment so much that I have a regular Monday feature called I Comment Therefore I Am. Early on in my life as a blogger I decided that I would not post every day. That freed up time to visit other blogs and comment. I also find that I get more comments on my posts if I don't post everyday. People are busy and might only have time to read one post.

Again at Out of the Extraordinary on Fridays she posts a real word with its real definition and challenges you to come up with a fake definition. This Friday's word was marginalize and here's my faux definition:

Marginalize v. To ruin or taint gin. "She put cranberry juice in my gin. What a way to marginalize!"

Every Sunday I get to travel around the world through the participants of Sundays In My City. Sonya has been a wonderful contributor week after week. This week I was shocked to click over and see Rectum. That's right Rectum with a capital R. Apparently, it's a town in The Netherlands. Of course, I had to say something about it...

Rectum?! I never expected to click over and see Rectum I didn't think you had that kind of a blog.  

The wonderful thing about blogging is that you develop a relationship with other bloggers. Commenting makes it interactive. I would like to end with a response that I got from Living in France  about a comment I left on her blog.

OMG, girl, you freakin' crack me up! Everytime I read one of your comments I start laughing. It's getting embarrassing. The kids are looking at me like I'm a monkey jacked up on crack. : )

That's it for this edition of I Comment Therefore I Am.

Do you give good comment? Wanna play along? Go forth, spread the comment love, and turn it into a post (I keep a draft post open while I read blogs throughout the week).  Recycle, reuse, and reduce my friends; it's the wave of the future.

Oh and feel free to comment on my comments otherwise how will I know that you exist.

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I read blogs that make me think. I think, therefore I am. I leave comments because of my thoughts. Aha! I comment, therefore I am. And on Mondays I turn my comments into a post.

Below proof of my existence in the blogosphere:

I was visiting ck at Bad Mommy Moments and she admitted that she does not want any more kids and how there is guilt attached to that lack of want so much so that she considered dancing around the issue. Being a mother is one of the most challenging things that I have ever done. It's dirty, hard, and at times exasperating. Here's a what I had to say to ck:

I'm glad you didn't dance around it.  Why does it always feel like mothers have to apologize for things. If I say that being a mother is difficult, why do I feel like I'm supposed to say, "But it's totally worth it." Why, because if I don't say it someone usually says it for me.


I am a mother, but it is not all that I am and I crave time for me. I don't and won't feel guilty about it. I do not want to be selfless. I don't think that selflessness sets a good example. I reclaim the word selfish to mean that I appreciate myself, that I will take care of my self, that I will continue to grow, that I will teach my daughter the same self care.


This life is mine and I intend to make the most of it with no apologies.

Erin from Blogging is for Dorks shared some lyrics that she misheard. My favorite was "Your sparkling vagina" (see her post for details), which made me wonder what I would have to do to have that said about my nether regions.

No one has ever told me that my vagina sparkles. I think I'm going to buy it some glitter.

won got me to thinking about the positive and the negative. Which do you absorb or take to heart? Unfortunately...

I wonder about this all the time. Just from a personal stance, I quickly absorb the negative, but brush off the positive. I think it's faulty wiring.

Do you remember how painfully difficult it was to be a kid sometimes? Kristen from Hands, House, and Heart Full shared some heart wrenching memories. I loved her post. Here's what I had to say:

I wish I could go back in time and give you a big ol' hug. I'm sorry that you had to go through it, but you are who you are and you are pretty awesome. I laughed even though I could feel your pain.

I was in gifted classes, too. We were poor and all the other kids were not. When I first got put in the program, I thought it meant I was going to get a gift. I was so excited to find out what my gift would be, but I didn't want to ask. I kept waiting and waiting and all I got was a more challenging class, which I guess was the best gift I could have been given.

If you've read any posts about my mother you are aware that she has a thick accent and gets creative with the English language. One of my favorite thing to read about at Eternally Distracted are Mec-isms. Mec takes liberties with English too, which gave me an idea:

We really need to get Mec and my mother in the same room. Oh the fun we could have! He could have Sprinkles (Pringles) and she could fark (fart).

Need a good laugh? Head over to Granny on the Web for some funny mum stories. I shared my own:

I walked up to a male employee at an overpriced grocery store while he was bending over a produce display and asked, "Excuse me, do you have any nuts?" He stood up, looked at me, smiled, and answered, "Yes." Then awkward silence until I said, "Uh, pecans."

And that's all folks!

Do you give good comment? Wanna play along? Go forth, spread the comment love, and turn it into a post (I keep a draft post open while I read blogs throughout the week).  Recycle, reuse, and reduce my friends; it's the wave of the future.

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Comment much? I do and on Mondays I turn my comments into a post. That's right! Why should I come up with an entirely original post when I can just cobble one together from comments I've left on other blogs? I insist that my commenting is akin to contemplating my existence. I comment, therefore I am.

So here are little tid bits of me that prove I exist:

At Suburb Sanity I read about superpowers. Have you ever considered what superpower you would want? I have:

I've always wanted my superpower to be the ability to make others laugh at any given moment.

What did you do on New Year's Eve? Being over 40 Wizard of Otin does not particularly like watching balls drop. Honestly, who likes watching balls descend? Not me:

I don't enjoy watching balls drop on New Years, but I do enjoy snacking on a salty nut sack washed down with some sparkling wine. Pistachios are my favorite.

Little Ms. Blogger's husband came up with an idea that apparently does not exist yet. A penis calendar. Not just plain old penises, but penises in costume. One might even be dressed as Cinderella. My reaction:

Really, I'm shocked that this doesn't already exist. Not that I would want one, but I'm sure there would be quite a market for it in San Francisco where many men think outside the box. I hope your husband realizes that this will probably only be a huge hit in the gay community. I could be wrong, but I don't know too many women that would want fancy dress cocks on their wall.

Green-Eyed Momster ended up with free chicken due to a cashier's incompetence. When she got home and noticed, she decided to keep it. She asked if I would have gone back to the store to pay. Uh...

Nope! I was at Ross once and the cashier did not ring up some underwear that I was buying. I told her and she laughed and then proceeded not to ring it up again. I couldn't seem to make her understand that she hadn't charged me for everything. I gave up and left with free underwear. I walked a block and a bird shit on me. I figure that the Universe was taking it out in trade. 

On A Little Blog About Nothing I shared what I would like for 2010:

I'd like to be able to fart loudly in fancy restaurants and have everyone clap. Not really, but it wouldn't suck to be able to afford fancy restaurants.

Do you know magda from I'm just sayin'...? No!? Well, you better get over there and meet her. She is smart, irreverent, drops f-bombs and I like her. Anyway she was lamenting the upcoming end of diaper use and was reminded that her heart ached when she stopped breastfeeding as well.Which makes me wonder...

I'm still breastfeeding my daughter and she is 16 months. The hilarious part is that I said I would only do it for 6 months. Oh, and I never produced enough milk to breastfeed her exclusively. How the heck am I going to ween myself?

That's it for this installment.

Wanna play along? Go forth, spread the comment love, and turn it into a post (I keep a draft post open while I read blogs throughout the week).  Recycle, reuse, and reduce my friends; it's the wave of the future.

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Monday! Monday! Monday is Comment Day! I get to share the comments I've littered throughout the blogosphere the previous week.

Without further ado I give you, I Comment Therefore I Am:

While visiting Speaking from the Crib, I was asked to share a holiday tradition. My answer:

I like to get drunk, pick fights, and keep everyone up on Christmas Eve until I pass out.

When I wake up the next morning, I pretend like I don't remember what happened the night before.


It's really fun and it makes my family and friends really feel special that I've taken the time to create such an exciting tradition.


I'm kidding or am I?

Meeko Fabulous asked for help and I thing I came up with a winning solution to his problem.

How do you nicely ask someone to stop whistling? You stick your finger in their puckered lips and say, "I'm sorry, does that bother you? For some reason when anyone whistles around me I feel compelled to stick my finger in their blowhole. Is that weird?"

Twinspirational Runner asked. "Do you Have a Loved one or know of someone close to you that is Incarcerated? If so, how do you cope with it?"

My brother was incarcerated for awhile. It was extremely difficult. I can't say that it was a shock because he was leading a life that would lead to either death or incarceration. I guess I was grateful that he wasn't dead. Since being released he has managed to make a better life for himself.

He is my brother and I suffered knowing he was in jail, I can not imagine the pain of having a child in jail. I'm sorry.

I'd like to end this post by sharing a comment left on my blog by submom (Love her! Check her out!) for Chasing Rainbows:

At the end of the rainbow? You are going to find a mirror and you are going to see that you are the precious treasure that you have been looking for. YOU. m'lady. GOLD.

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It's Monday, which means I get to share the comments that I left the previous week scattered throughout the blogosphere. It's a wonderful way to highlight posts that inspired me and it's also a delightful way to get to know myself better. Sometimes I don't know what I think until I read a post and am inspired to contemplate, hence I comment therefore I am.

Let's get started, shall we?

Lookin' for a good meatball recipe. Head over to A Nut in a Nutshell. Unless you are a vegetarian, I think you will agree with me:

I love me some good warm balls! Yum.

I've said it before and I'll say it again, I try to stay away from politics on my blog, but I have wonderful bloggy buddies that coax opinions out of me through their thought provoking posts. The Absence of Alternatives got this out of me:

Nothing eloquent to say, but I do want to claim that I am racist. Here's the thing, we all are. Some things are ingrained. Of course there are different levels, but no one is immune. Just because I strive for equality in society doesn't mean I get to stop examining myself. People are afraid of being called out as racists and I say we take the fear away. So I will start. My name is Unknown Mami and I am a recovering racist. I take it one day at a time and try to free my mind of biases as I become consciously aware of them. Admitting we have a problem is key. Turning a blind eye because these issues make us uncomfortable does not mean we live in an equitable society. I don't have the answers, but I'm willing to look for them.

On Amber Page Writes I read that her motto is, "Be yourself. Or at least try." My response:

Yes, yes, yes! I do a really good me so I don't bother trying to do anyone else. Unless, it's my husband, but that's a whole other story.

A post on Our Feet Are The Same brings up the environmental "debate" (my use of quotes because I can't believe we are still debating) and the name associated name calling. Here's what I think:

I don't get it, I really don't. It's pretty easy to look around and see that we do not do the best job of taking care of our environment or conserving our resources. The outcome may be debatable, but making changes for the better can not hurt. If people are worried about the financial implications, there is plenty of money to be made in the "green-ing" of commerce. It's the wave of the future. The rich can still get richer and the poor can learn how to install solar panels. More jobs, more money. There is something in it for everyone.

Like many of us Green-Eyed Momster is facing financial challenges. She ended one of her posts with the positives of poverty. Of course I had to contribute my 2 cents (that's about all I can afford):

Another advantage is that you have less money to count so it frees up your time to do other things like roll coins to pay bills.

The holidays can be very stressful if you are financially strapped.  Especially if you have three beautiful children that you like to make happy.  The Girl with the Flour in her Hair understands that it's not about the stuff, but still it can get you down.

I'm not going to tell you anything you don't already know, but I feel compelled to share.

I grew up poor. At times, on welfare, food stamps poor. Christmas was always my favorite holiday, but I don't remember any of the presents I ever got growing up. Sure I remember being excited about opening them, but in the end I don't remember any, but I do remember the food my family made and I remember the smile on my little brother's face and I remember the singing and the staying up late.

Your kids will remember how special you made them feel, not the lack or excess of any presents.

The guilt is something you are putting on yourself. You are there for them and that is huge.

The best present my mother gave me as a child was never letting me feel like I was poor. When I figured out that we were poor I never felt ashamed because nothing had changed I was just older and more aware.

On that note, I hope you are all enjoying the holiday season and if you are not, hang in there!

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I'll keep this intro short. My left eye is in pain again and my husband doesn't think it's a good idea for me to be on the computer too long.  Below you will find comments I've left on blogs. These blogs inspired me to think, that thought turned into a comment, hence I comment therefore I am.

And away we go!

Apparently selling, buying, or ingesting "little silver balls" is illegal in California. I am a grown woman and I do not have the right to suck on little silver balls just because I live in California? I didn't even know until Pumpkin Delight wrote a post about the ban of "little silver balls" for the "public good" in California. I am sick to death of discrimination! When will it end? The "little silver balls" are dragées and used to decorate cookies (sort of like sprinkles). Although I do not support discrimination of confectionery decorations, I am a law abiding citizen for the most part, so when Pumpkin Delight suggested she might find a way to circumvent the law I felt compelled to write:

I don't think you should do it because if you do, I would have to hunt you down and start yelling, "Citizen's Arrest! Citizen's Arrest!" and honestly I'm very busy I just don't have the time to chase you down.

I stopped by No excuse, No explanation and read about flan cake. Flan cake?! I love flan and I love cake, I never knew you could have them together. My reaction:

Flan cake! Get out of here!!! That sounds like a mythical creature like a unicorn. Flan and cake together sounds even better than Hall and Oates.

Keep in Touch With Mommakin brought up cashiers that don't give you their full attention. The title of her post is brilliant, "Single-tasking in a Mulit-tasking World".  I could go on and on about the subject, but I wont. This is the short version of what I think:

I have worked customer service so much and I would never multi-task when helping a customer. I try to look people in the eye and give them my full attention. Multi-tasking is over-rated and just means you are shortchanging everything. Eat the orange! Be in the moment! Life is about being present always, said the woman watching TV while she blogs and spends time with her husband. I'm not perfect!

Mother's have such an impact on us. Michelle from just eat it wrote about hers. My comment is convoluted and I'd like to correct tenses, but I will leave it in its original form.

You seem like a caring person to me so I can only believe that there is a whole lot of hurt going on and that your mother is indeed reaping what she sowed.

I have a very complicated relationship with my mother. I love her and miss her when she's not around, but there is a lot of anger and I don't think it will ever go away.

It came as no surprise to me that when I found out for sure that I was having a daughter, I started having panic attacks. I was terrified of having a daughter because although I know my mother never intentionally tried to screw me up, I am indeed screwed up. I do not want to screw up my beautiful child. I am choosing to believe that I won't. I don't want her to be like me, I want her to be the best her she can be.

I hope that if my daughter ever chooses to have children and finds out that she will have a daughter that she is filled with joy because she knows first hand how wonderful it can be.

Are you addicted to technology? JennyMac is having a torrid affair and so am I. Witness:

I have an iphone and I'm ashamed to admit that I sleep next to it and sneak it under the covers to peak at it if my husband goes to the bathroom. What is wrong with me? I'm sick.

Single Guy posted on Martinis or Diaper-Genies that he does not particularly like to date women that own cats. My response:

You shouldn't date women if you don't like pussies. I'm just sayin'...

TechnoBabe referenced an article in Psychology Today about intimate relationships online. My relationships with all y'all are not of a "Biblical" nature, but the post mention that internet use is "almost" addictive. The thing is I'm not almost addicted, I'm totally addicted, which is why I wrote:

I don't engage in deceptive online behavior, but I have to say I think that it is addictive. I think about it far too much and really need to be more "present" when I'm offline.

And on that note, I better go and be present in real life or my husband is going to lecture me about my eye.

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Oh and feel free to comment on my comments.

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I Comment Therefore I Am

Every other day, every other day,
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes
You can read my comments all of the time.

Welcome to another installment of I Comment Therefore I am where I gather up a few of the comments I've left scattered around the blogosphere the previous week and turn them into a post. What can I say, you inspire me. 

And away we go!

blueviolet was lamenting weight gain and blog reader build up experienced during her blogging break over Thanksgiving.I wrote:

I need to come up with a way to read blogs and exercise at the same time. I'm turning into a blog potato.

michelle at just eat it bribed her kids into going for an invigorating hike filled with fresh air by promising to take them to McDonald's afterwards. My reaction:

I am a total hypocrite when it comes to eating. I absolutely detest fast food until I'm hungry and then I want it fast. Shameful.

I don't discuss politics on this blog, at least not directly, but I guess I would be considered a little left of liberal by most people. Julia from brainella the librarian proudly displays her GOP calendar and knows that it drives her liberal co-workers a bit batty. I wrote:

Can't say I'm a fan of the calendar, but I am a fan of you. I say you should get your dream calendar made to replace this one. It won't cost much and it will give you another year of enjoyment and your co-workers will just have to deal with it.

She reponded:

Thanks! You are much more gracious than my co-workers. :)

Me again:

That's the thing, if I say I value diversity then I have to value diversity. I don't want to only know people that think the way I do. Where is the growth in that?

Lee the Hot Flash Queen wrote a post mentioning helicopter moms and asked, "What kind of parent are you?" My answer:

I am still developing my parenting style, but I don't think I will ever be a helicopter mom simply because where I grew up they were called "ghetto birds" and I would not want to be a ghetto bird mom. That doesn't sound cute and I'm all about the cute. 

Gibby was raving about chocolate covered Trader Joe's Peppermint Joe Joe's. I cimed in with:

I've never gotten the chocolate covered ones, but I go crazy for Peppermint Joes. They are like crack with a minty flavor.

 Erin from Blogging is for Dorks challenged her readers to f@ck like there is no tomorrow because there are people out there that may be considered "ugly" gettin' their screw on with pleasure. My response:

But what if I am one of the uglies that you are talking about? Do I have to screw even harder now so that you pretties don't catch up?

And that's all I got. I've was off my commenting game last week, but thankfully there is always this week. 

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I Comment Therefore I Am

It's Monday and what does that mean? It means I get to regale you with comments, comments galore. Witness my journey through the blogosphere the last few days as documented by the comments I've left. If I find myself questioning my essence, I remind myself that I comment therefore I am. It's as simple as that! You can do it too! (Don't forget to stop by tomorrow! I'm looking forward to telling you about a project I've been working on.)

And away we go:

Melissa from Mommy is in the Bathroom heated up an apple pie only to be disgusted by the flavor of it because it was too reminiscent of her Glade Plug-Ins scent, which prompted me to share:

My husband always wants to get orange scented air freshener for the bathroom and I refuse because it will ruin oranges for the rest of my life. I do not need to associate the toilet with oranges or vice versa. (Really, I don't understand why I would want to fragrance the bathroom with anything that smells like food that I might want to eat some day. It always just ends up smelling like poo and vanilla or poo and orange. Yuck!)

Nancy mentioned that she has always wanted to break a beer bottle on a bar like a bad-ass. My comment:

I would pay to see you break the beer bottle. You know what would happen though. You'd go to break it and it wouldn't break the first time, then you'd get all flustered and try again, but it still wouldn't break, then you'd look up and say, "Never mind" and give the bartender a ridiculously large tip and try to leave, but you'd have to go pee first and you and your bad ass would slink into the restroom and try to disappear.

Monkey Man was given an award that although aesthetically not to his liking he was still pleased to receive. My reaction to his acceptance:

"While the award has an insipidly ridiculous illustration that drips with cuteness..."(his words)is just such a gracious way to accept any award. I hope one day when I am watching the Oscars someone starts their acceptance speech with something similar. Perhaps, "While the award depicts an insipid anatomically incorrect square-jawed gold drenched man that I loathe to display in my home..."

Green-Eyed Momster wished everyone a happy Thanksgiving free of a$$hole relatives. I replied:

The only A-hole I have to spend Thanksgiving with is me. I hope I don't piss myself off. I can be such a bitch.

Have you ever had a soul-sucker in your life, a crazy-maker? You know one of those people that just suck the living force out of you? Well Aunt of 14 has and she has decided that enough is enough and she no longer wants this person in her life, but she just can't stop wondering what is going through the soul-suckers  mind. Here's what I think:

It doesn't matter what she's thinking. All that matters is that you no longer want her in your life. She is toxic to you and just like you gave up drugs, you have to give up this bad habit too. She's still in your system that's why you keep thinking about her. Letting her go does not mean you are now enemies; it just means you are done. It's over. Let her go.

Josiah's Mommy from Confessions of a First Time Mom has been experiencing difficulty with panic attacks. Instead of suffering through it she did the right thing and got some much needed help. Help is out there people! If you need it please seek it. Having a my own issues with panic attacks and post traumatic stress disorder I wrote:

You've really been in my thoughts lately. I'm glad to hear from you and I am so unbelievably proud of you for getting the help you need.


During my most difficult times I felt ashamed for needing so much help until my doctor who was teaching a student introduced me and said, "She has been very proactive about getting the help she needs." She said it with a smile on her face and all of a sudden I understood that there is nothing wrong in being an advocate for your mental health.


Be well, my friend. 

So there you have the bits and pieces of myself that I left splattered throughout the blogosphere. I would like to end with a comment that I did not leave, nor was it left on my blog. The author led me to it, but has chosen not to take credit. I find the wisdom in this comment to be very useful.

 I have a tip for (name withheld) . . . From what I've been told . . . Pussy isn't supposed to smell like fish. If it does, there's a tad more going on down there than needs to be. Therefore, you perform the 'Scratch & Sniff' test. You start off foreplay by fingering the vagina, getting her nice and wet and the juices flowing. At some point you work your way down there so you have your face as close to it as possible. In a moment when she's not looking you perform the 'Scratch & Sniff'. Very stealthily you bring your fingers to your nose and take a whiff. If it smells fishy, you do the gentlemanly thing and finish her off with your fingers. If it smells ok, then you can go to town, so to speak. This can all be summed up with one rule of thumb (no pun intended, LOL!): If it smells like chicken, keep on lickin'. If it smells like trout, get the fuck out! Anywho, sorry for the long ass comment, but I felt I needed to impart this bit of wisdom I learned from my favorite lesbian friend. :)

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I Comment Therefore I Am

Welcome to another edition of I Comment Therefore I Am where I take the bits and pieces of myself that I've left as comments on other people's blogs and turn them  into a post.

Witness my commenting journey:

Apparently there is a  Bulletproof backpack on the marker for kids and Kristen from Hands, House, and Heart Full asked her readers if they would buy it. My answer:

I find the whole thing sad and depressing. I wouldn't buy it. If I was truly worried about my child's safety then I'd find another alternative.


I know the world is a dangerous place, but that is just too much. I've been mugged at gun point and I still wouldn't carry a gun, or walk around in a bullet-proof anything. I refuse to live in a constant state of fear.


I don't think it is such a great idea to make money off of fear. Who wouldn't want to protect their child? Of course it's important, but perhaps we should focus on fixing what ails us instead of investing in bullet proof backpacks. I don't want to give my child the impression that they live in a war zone.

Nancy on Away We Go shared her dislike of people routinely referring to themselves in the third person which led me to comment:

Unknown Mami likes your post, she also thinks smart phones rock, and she does not consider herself a "third" person. She is #1 all the way even if her parents are originally from a Third World country.

on another post Nancy wrote about the divine in relation to her son. My response:

The other day I was holding my daughter after a trying day and I was overwhelmed by a sense of beauty and privilege. I looked at her and said, "Siempre seras tuya, pero por unos pocos años seras mia." You will always belong to you, but for a few years you will be mine. And I want to cherish those years.

won shared how she suggested something she would have once thought unthinkable to help alleviate her daughter's pain (this post really touched me, please check it out if you get a chance and offer your support). I wrote:

I think what you did is wonderful. You were searching for a way to help your daughter and what you suggested is no more harmful than most prescription medication out there. I know you would never do anything that you thought would cause your daughter harm. Sometimes the law is wrong.

There was a time when interracial marriage was considered illegal, that did not make it wrong.

I was reading The Truth About Me-self and offered these words of encouragement:

I support you in your journey and believe you will be successful, but I would like to offer some advice: please never let what others say to you send you into a tailspin. Words are just words, they do not always signify the truth and they usually say more about the speaker than they do about the person being spoken to.

 The Obnoxious SAHM asked her readers if they were ever "that annoying mother". You know, the one that talks to her child in baby talk loudly or generally acts like a moron in public. My response is a resounding HELL YA:

Are you kidding me? I use my child as an excuse to be annoying. I like to dance so if I'm out and music is playing that I want to dance to I get my groove on and if anyone looks I say, "The baby loves to watch me dance." Haha. I get to dance in public and have an excuse!

Speaking of ridiculous public behaviour, Brainella the Librarian brought up some ridiculous behavior witnessed in public restrooms. My contribution:

I don't understand why people have to be such slobs in public restrooms. I went to the restroom in Costco and it was repulsive almost like people were relieving themselves everywhere except the toilet. Really people, do you do that at home?

Sometimes I just crack myself up and it doesn't matter if anyone else thinks I'm punny funny.  For example Olive Juice had a great post about her dislike of the word blurb complete with the history of the word. My hilarious comment:

I say you embrace it and start using it as a verb.

For example, "I was up late last night blurbing."

Or

"You sound like a blurbering idiot!"( Oh come on! It's funny.)

Andrea on Good Girl Gone Redneck wrote about being in New York on 9/11 and how life was forever changed. My reaction:

I had just been to New York for the first time that year and I could not believe what I was seeing on TV. I was in shock. I thought it was a lie. Never in my wildest nightmares would I have imagined planes flying into buildings on purpose. The world stopped making sense.

On Half-Past Kissing Time I read about a little girl being left unattended at the mall, while the mother shopped at a nearby store. The little girl happened to be Latino and in the comments section it was mentioned that perhaps it was a cultural difference to which I responded:

Cultural difference my butt! I'm Latino and was raised when things weren't even as bad as they are today and my family would never have left me alone. I guarantee you that there are non-Latinos doing the same thing. Dumb and clueless do not discriminate.

Now I would like to take a moment to celebrate commenting genius exhibited on my blog.  The following jewel was left by MiMi from Living In France:

My comments suck dirty monky butt lately. I would be embarrassed to showcase them. Although, I have come up with some witty responses...the comments are better than the post usually! (Right she wants me to believe this wasn't a painstakingly crafted comment. Ha! I'm on to you MiMi. I know your clever wit labored over this one. I noticed the nonchalant misspelling of the word monkey, but I'm smart enough to know you did that on purpose so I would think you were being careless.)

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I Comment Therefore I Am

Welcome, to the first official installment of I Comment Therefore I Am, where I create a post out of comments I've left on other blogs  and comments you've left on mine.

Let's start off with examples of my commentary genius!

In response to It's Serious This Time writing, "Thanks pilgrims for feeding the Indians before you killed them all and took over their land so we can celebrate with a feast!!" (Don't get mad people she was being hilarious.)

This post kicked ass. I particularly like the way you refer to Thanksgiving because even though I love what the holiday has come to mean in my life, let's not forget about history.


On Columbus Day, I always want to wear a T-shirt that says "Celebrate the Slaughter", but I know that won't go over well. I wouldn't mind celebrating Italian-American Day, but Columbus wasn't so good for my peoples. I'm just sayin...

In response to The Ramblings of a Disgruntled Secretary eavesdropping overhearing someone say they got a call from a telemarketer speaking "Mexican"!!!

Okay, this one just made the hairs on the back of my neck stick up!


I was a a wedding reception with an ex once and apparently I was the token Mexican there. One woman was talking to me like I was the most interesting thing she had ever seen. She asked me, "Do you speak Mexican?"

I wanted to lecture the shit out of her, but it was a party so I said, "I speak Spanish and English. Do you speak American?" She laughed and said, "Oh, I never thought of it that way." Yeah whatever! Drives me friggin' batty. That and calling all Latinos Mexican.

Great now I'm going to have to do a post about this. (But now I don't have to because I'm posting the comment!)

In response to a guest post by Mr Condescending on Hot Piece of Sass where he refers to a sexual move called the Angry Pirate:

Oh, I've been the accidental recipient of the Angry Pirate and I'm still mad!

In response to A Nut in a Nutshell writing about name tags:

I hate name tags! If people want to know my name, they can ask. The worst is when you are wearing a name tag and you forget and people keep calling you by your name. I get all freaked out and think, "How the hell do I know these people and why can't I remember their names?" Until I remember, I'm the dork wearing the name tag. Duh!

And now from the Peanut Gallery! These comments were left on my blog, maybe from you.

Mommakin wrote:

Ok, I'm concerned. Very concerned. I know I left a comment on your original post about comments. It was probably very clever. When I went back to look for it, it was not there. What if my brilliant comments are being lost in the wide world of web? If I comment, therefore I am - what am I if I comment and it is lost? I am very afraid.

To which I responded:

Oh, I got the comment on the original post and it was brilliant!

And Tammy, if you were a tree and you fell in the forest, I would be there to catch you.

And again from Mommakin, this time she is being a smartass:

Oh, that is too funny! Hey! What a brilliant freakin' comment! should I save it for my comment post?

You don't have to Tammy, I've saved it for you.

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I need your feedback. I am not 100% committed to doing this as a weekly feature. Would you prefer it as a weekly or monthly feature? Weekly it would be every Monday; monthly it would be the last Monday of every month sort of like a Commentsgiving Day. Please let me know what you think in the comments. Thank you!

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Fragmented Fridays

This has been a tough week for me. I have been upset about my eyes. For those of you who don't know, I was told that I could no longer wear contacts or I would be at risk of losing vision or my eye. It isn't that I have to wear glasses. I already wear glasses and they are fine. My husband prefers me in glasses. It's that a part of my body has deteriorated to such a state. I feel bad and guilty. I know it could be worse and I feel blessed that we caught it before the worst could happen, but it's my body and I've become attached to it.

For many many months I was taking  a pill to help with panic attacks and anxiety. It helped, but of course no one wants to be medicated if they don't have to be, so I weened myself and I was doing remarkably well until I found out about my eyes. Last night while I was alone, putting my daughter to bed, and having a full blown panic attack, it occurred to me that I am not ready to go it alone yet. Oh well, I tried.

Enough of my pity party. On to other things. I had a follow up eye appointment today (Thursday) and my BIL was kind enough to watch Put Pie. I left a little early on purpose and got to go for a short walk. A solitary walk, where I got to be just me and just for me. I was nobody's mother and nobody's wife. I was smiled at because of me, not because of the lovely child I usually tote. Man, was it nice! I need to do that more often. I felt so refreshed when I came home.

What this bloggy town needs is an enema another Meme! Hey, hey I can feel you rolling your collective eyes. I know what you are thinking: there are already so many ridiculous great memes out there already how can I possibly bring something new to the table. Exactly, I am not bringing anything new, instead what I am doing is asking you to recycle your comments (comments that you've left on other blogs or fabulous comments that have been left on your blog) and turn them into a post.

Come on , you know you've left some comments and thought: damn that was good, too bad so few people will see it. Well, my friends now is the time to recycle, reuse and reduce. I give you: I Comment Therefore I Am. Just keep a draft post that you add your memorable comments to throughout the week and before you know it you have a post. See how helpful I am! One less post idea for you to come up with. For an example click HERE.

This will be a regular feature on my blog and I will add a linky  and button for those of you who choose to share your commentary genius with the world. Originally, I was thinking this would be a monthly feature, but now that I've started saving my comments it's going to be weekly or else the posts would be too long.  So I'm officially starting this Monday. Play along if you like, I always like company and I think it's a way of encouraging comment love and creativity because you know I'm not going to want to do an entire post of "Hi, stop by my blog when you get a chance" or "Wow" or "LOL".

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Exercise Challenge Update and How You Can Help Someone's Dreams Come True

Awhile back during one of my Fragmented Friday posts I made a vow to exercise every day for a minimum of 20 minutes until October 30th. If I failed to exercise I would pay $5 into a fund that would eventually be used to help finance a micro-loan through KIVA. The good news is that I exercised every day except for one so I only had to pay $5 into the fund and exercise has once again become a habit. The bad news is that $5 is not enough to micro-finance a loan, I need to put at least $20 more into the pot. This is where you come in.

If you kind reader leave me a comment on this post and you are NOT already registered with Disqus and you register, I will add .50 cents to the pot for every new registry, but you MUST include your website url if you have a blog.

For example you will fill out the spaces that say Name, Email, Website (not optional this time). I have marked those spaces with red arrows.

You will then click, "Post as Guest". Once you've done that  this window will appear:

Fill out the part that says "Password", then press "Register and Post Comment". Be sure to tell me that you are registering for the first time so that I can add $.50 in your honor. If you are already registered with Disqus, but do not have your website linked to it, you can go to your Disqus profile and link your website and I will add $.50 to the pot in your honor, too.  Already registered and already have a website attached to your profile? If you haven't uploaded an image (avatar) to your profile and do so now, I'll and .50 cents in your honor, too. I have to put a cap on this because I'm not made of money. So I will cap it off at $30. That means 60 of you can register , add a url, or a profile pic and know that you participated in making someone's dream come true. $30 dollars may not seem like a lot, but sometimes that's all someone needs to buy supplies for their business.

The thing about KIVA is that it is not a handout; it is a loan. Once that loan is repayed I will reloan the money to someone else and so on and so on. These are hardworking people in Third World countries that need someone to invest in their future. I will keep you posted on how much I loan and who I loan it to. Consider loaning through KIVA on your own.

The reason I'm asking you to register with Disqus and attach your website is that it makes my bloggy life easier. I will then be able to click on your name and automatically be taken to your website.

That's all I got! Have a great weekend! Practice a random act of kindness.

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In Response To or I Comment Therefore I Am

This post is a Commentary Trip.

A what?, you say.

A COMMENTARY TRIP, I say in all capitals because then maybe you will understand, but you still don't get it, do you?

So let me spell it out for you. I'm tired. T.I.R.E.D. I've got nothin', no witty post to write so instead I'm posting comments I've left on other people's blogs. That's right, comments I've left on other blogs. Hey commenting takes up a big portion of my bloggy life and I don't see why I can't turn my comments into a post.

Seriously, I'm a brilliant commenter, commentator, a commentary genius. As evidence of my gift I present the following:

In response to a post on A Cat Named Anabel about Astronomy in which The Former Planet Known as Pluto was referenced:

I don't think I will ever be able to let go of Pluto. I just can't do it. In my mind it is an honorary planet.

In response to Green-Eyed Momster wondering if there is a way she could get paid for  "doing the laundry, cooking, washing dishes, cleaning the house, going to the library, raising good kids and blogging."

You could probably get paid for doing all those things, but you would have to do them naked and let someone watch.

In response to Tammy on I'm Big Enough; I'm Small Enough (remember that game) where she asks, "What are you young enough; old enough for? Or big enough; small enough, if you really want to go to there."

I'm big enough to prop my daughter on my ample hips.

I'm small enough to be spooned by my husband.

I'm young enough to get my groove on.

I'm old enough not to care what I look like when I am getting sait said groove on. (I'm vain so I corrected the typo that is featured in the original comment.)

In response to Mama Still Wears Gucci! referring to sitcoms and humor.

OMG, the humor thing is sooo over-rated. I think it's had its day in the sun. I'm working on a script for something I'm calling a sitbit, short for situational bitterness. I'm pretty sure it will kick sitcom's butt. We'll see. (In the original comment I misused it's, but my vanity fixed it for you.)

The following are in response to a couple of posts from Housewife Savant.

#1. I like reading your posts and then reading them backwards. Don't worry they don't read Satanic backwards; it's more like having fun in reverse.


I was here. And I loved all over your comment section.

#2. My vagina really likes this post and I like unicorns, but my vagina wants nothing to do with unicorns. Go figure.

In response to That Girl Blogs hoping that Tina Fey plays her in a movie:

Just brilliant, but Tina Fey is awfully busy, I think I should play you. I won't even wear the paper bag.

She responded:

of course! but can you be all Irish and freckly? of course you can, yes, yes, a thousand times yes. Mami for the Oscar!

To which I responded:

Here's the thing. I do have freckles sprinkled across my nose.
Also, Mexicans and Irish have much in common.
First there is the whole Catholic Church thing.
There is the singing and drinking.


And there is the potato. The potato was introduced to Ireland from the Americas. Ireland was one of the few countries to embrace it as a dietary staple. My peoples gave your peoples the potato. You are welcome! Sorry about the potato famine. That wasn't fun.

So there you have my commenting, commentator, commentating brilliance (I hope you realize I am using the official sarcasm font). Go forth and spread the comment love and then maybe you can turn it into a post when you are too lazy to write one. Recycle, reuse, and reduce my friends; it's the wave of the future.

Oh and feel free to comment on my comments.

Hmmm, I wonder if I could turn this into a monthly feature?

If you leave a comment and I hope you do because I go weak at the knees for comments, please leave your blog url (if you have one) so that I and others can visit you. I have Mami-brain and I need  your help! Don't let a Mami down.

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