7 Quick Takes Friday: The Comment Edition


On Sunday night, as we settled in to watch a movie (

Dan In Real Live

, one of John's favorites), John announced, "I've got to give Edward a bath.  He stinks!"

"No, he doesn't," I argued.  "He smells like chrism oil.  I love it."

"Well, I don't," he said.  "He smells like a disgusting scratch and sniff Halloween sticker I had when I was a kid."


While co-existing in the cry room with a handful of other miserable parents, Christopher and I had the following exchange:

Me:  Topher, please stop dropping the coins and making those loud sounds.

Topher:  Can Jesus see me?

Me: Of course.

Him:  No, he can't.

Me:  He can't?

Him:  No, because He's in my heart.

Me:  He's everywhere, even in your heart.

Him:  He's not in Monsignor.

Me:  He's not?

Him:  No, because Monsignor is like Jesus.

Cue teary-eyed maternal moment here.


Patrick's explanation of breast-feeding mammals:

"The young mammals suck on a mother's nibbles."


Last week I received this comment in response to a post I wrote:

Doesn't your HUSBAND HELP YOU AT ALL? WOMEN CAN VOTE NOW. THEY ARE NOT SLAVES IN THE HOUSE!!! How old are your kids? Get them to help you! You can do better.

I thought it was funny, so I forwarded it along to my family and we exchanged a series of emails in which my sister, Sarah, and her husband, Ted, determined:

a.  the woman lives in Tampa, Florida (where my sister and her husband also live)

b.  she attends the same church as Ted and Sarah.

So Ted suggested the following:

This woman also likes to post about where she is on Twitter (i.e., I'm at Starbucks on this road).  When you guys come down for Disney, if she posts her location, we can take a little field trip and say hello.

To which, Sarah replied:

Can we take a field trip in the 15 passenger van? It would only be appropriate.  Dad, do you have a bumper sticker that says repeal the 19th amendment? We may need it. 

From these small email exchanges I learned:

1.  be careful what you write on the Internet because you may actually know the person (or at least co-exist with them)

2.  my family is fiercely loyal and

3.  they will make you live to regret leaving rude comments on a stranger's blogs.


Speaking of comments, I occasionally check my spam comment folder and lately I've notice a couple of real gems:

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And this:

I do not drop a ton of comments, but i did a few searching and wound up here. Could it be only me or does it give the impression like a few of these comments look like left by brain dead visitors? 

And finally this:

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I also loved the one where the spammer was encouraging to improve my spelling.  Looking out for me, those spammers are.


My mom sent me this video of a fifteen minute speech given by one of Blessed Mother Teresa's doctors.  I loved the video for two reasons:

1.  His story is consistent of my experience with the Missionary of Charity sisters.  They are warriors for Christ--fearless and they get it done.  I



2.  Doctor George Lombardi is a terrific story teller with great timing.

This is well-worth the watch.


It's still wicked cold here, but the snow sure is beautiful.

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