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.

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.)

Wanna play along? Go forth, spread the comment love, and turn it into a post. Then link up! Recycle, reuse, and reduce my friends; it’s the wave of the future.
Oh and feel free to comment on my comments.

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