tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14626816.post114261005421678028..comments2023-03-13T07:29:46.152-04:00Comments on Bainwen's Song: I hate March.Bainwen Gilranahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10543794290905168511noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14626816.post-1142691523712786502006-03-18T09:18:00.000-05:002006-03-18T09:18:00.000-05:00When it rains it pours, but take heart sweet girl,...When it rains it pours, but take heart sweet girl, this too shall pass.Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13474426124497486683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14626816.post-1142650635090464642006-03-17T21:57:00.000-05:002006-03-17T21:57:00.000-05:00Finally! Someone noticed! ;o)Thanks, Martie!Finally! Someone noticed! ;o)<BR/><BR/>Thanks, Martie!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14626816.post-1142649803475955032006-03-17T21:43:00.000-05:002006-03-17T21:43:00.000-05:00Awww.....what a nice comment your Mom has left for...Awww.....what a nice comment your Mom has left for you. Now I can see where you get your writing talent from and your sweetness too!Martiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18049225962948888764noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14626816.post-1142618268480232272006-03-17T12:57:00.000-05:002006-03-17T12:57:00.000-05:00You definately have to look out for yourself first...You definately have to look out for yourself first, and not letting this woman stay with you was very smart. You owe her no reasons or excuses. You were kind enough to offer your help, your phone; that is more than enough.<BR/><BR/>Your Great-Grandpa called March "the death month". He believed it. And he died in March, 1960, way too young. That is one thing I'll never forget.<BR/><BR/>Sometimes it really does seem like the world is going to hell and taking us with it. But then again...<BR/><BR/>You are healthy. You're in love with someone who loves you back. It's almost spring. The robins are here. The air smells fresh. You have lots of people who adore you. Puppies still smell like puppies and are soft and snuggly; babies still have the sweetest and most contageous laughter you will ever hear (and they usually smell good too!); you always have somewhere to go if you need to go; you and your baby brother have secrets and a bizarre sense of humor that no one else will ever "get" besides the two of you....<BR/><BR/>Shall I go on or have you had enough of this mushy stuff? Yeah, March has really, REALLY sucked. And, for us, it's going to get worse before it gets better. But it will get better. And March won't last forever. I promise!<BR/><BR/>And, your Mama loves you! ;o)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com