Comments on: Tomorrow will be day one, again. http://www.thisblessedmess.com/2007/09/tomorrow-will-be-day-one-again/ Your semi-daily dose of certain-absurdities. Sun, 25 Sep 2011 14:35:11 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Mrs. Messiness http://www.thisblessedmess.com/2007/09/tomorrow-will-be-day-one-again/comment-page-1/#comment-8319 Mrs. Messiness Sat, 02 May 2009 14:57:05 +0000 http://www.thisblessedmess.com/?p=14#comment-8319 Yep - in fact I read your blog LOOONG before I started mine; found you though The Second Road and decided that 'blogging' seemed pretty therapeutic. I guess we speak the same language, huh? Yep – in fact I read your blog LOOONG before I started mine; found you though The Second Road and decided that ‘blogging’ seemed pretty therapeutic. I guess we speak the same language, huh?

]]> By: Cat http://www.thisblessedmess.com/2007/09/tomorrow-will-be-day-one-again/comment-page-1/#comment-8316 Cat Wed, 29 Apr 2009 16:41:51 +0000 http://www.thisblessedmess.com/?p=14#comment-8316 omg - I had no idea that you and I belonged on the same freaking team all this time... <abbr><em>Cat’s last blog post..<a href="http://up4more.blogspot.com/2009/04/moral-to-my-story.html" rel="nofollow">Maybe...</a></abbr></em> omg – I had no idea that you and I belonged on the same freaking team all this time…

Cat’s last blog post..Maybe…

]]> By: This Blessed Mess » Random Things: Will & Recharging http://www.thisblessedmess.com/2007/09/tomorrow-will-be-day-one-again/comment-page-1/#comment-8309 This Blessed Mess » Random Things: Will & Recharging Wed, 22 Apr 2009 03:46:42 +0000 http://www.thisblessedmess.com/?p=14#comment-8309 [...] At some point, my husband hit a crisis. He was gone, he had relapsed, it was bad. He didn’t know I knew, and he was on his way home. This was it. He was going to die if he didn’t stop, and I didn’t know how to make him stop. I just wanted him to get home to me safe and alive and I would figure out what to do if God would just let me lay my eyes on him again. Alive. [...] [...] At some point, my husband hit a crisis. He was gone, he had relapsed, it was bad. He didn’t know I knew, and he was on his way home. This was it. He was going to die if he didn’t stop, and I didn’t know how to make him stop. I just wanted him to get home to me safe and alive and I would figure out what to do if God would just let me lay my eyes on him again. Alive. [...]

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