It’s not me who came up with this idea for a t-shirt:
It was my co-worker and friend, Megan (pronounced Mee-gan) AND me.
It’s not Megan who is writing this blog post, it’s me.
It’s not me who
- is supporting Donald Trump,
- gets more than six hours of sleep every night,
- has a normal heart,
- chose to be sitting as far away as possible from my son on the first leg of our flight to Edinburgh Scotland later today,
- designed a website for flight check-in that was so confusing I erroneously indicated I had “0 bags,”
- wanted a five-hour lay-over in Ireland,
- has an uncomplicated life,
- never gets anxious,
- is deliberately cruel to other living creatures, and
- believes I can make it in this world alone.
It is me who
- is working on radically accepting all those things I cannot change,
- tries to live a healthy life,
- loves my work as a group therapist,
- appreciates my family and friends,
- uses daily blogging as a kind of helpful meditation,
- is excited about traveling to Edinburgh’s Festival Fringe with my son,
- shows up every day, here and elsewhere,
- is gentle with myself and others (whenever possible),
- tells the truth, and
- took these photos yesterday:
Three little words could be:
- It’s not me.
- It is me.
- I love you.
- “Three Little Words”.
It is me who expresses gratitude at the end of every blog post:
(((hug)))
It’s me, giving you a (((hug))) back.
Good post. The three little words that rule my life at the moment are
SERVER NOT FOUND. 🙂
This comment rules!
I’m glad that you appreciate the “it is me who”. And thank you for the wonderful music! And the bunny pic!
I appreciate you!
My three little words this morning, Ann? I love Sundays. <3
Diana xo
I love Diana!
aww love ya too lady!
And my three little words are: I Thank You. <3
Thank YOU, Louise.
Knock knock…It’s me.
Ruth in Pittsburgh
It’s me, leaving a comment to tell you to enjoy your trip. And just so
there is no confusion, it’s me who thinks your blog title the best out there(although it’s I,I who have difficulty not judging. Oops)
Yay! It’s Ruth!
Love you back!
We love us!
5 hours for laying over is not good unless you plan to.
Hello from Ireland (during layover)!
It is no me here today, it is someone else, really would I lie to you, well about me being here I would but hell you know this is me who else would be here other then me
So glad it’s you, Joanne!
hello ann koplow its dennis the vizsla dog hay its not me!!! i say that a lot too like wen a stuffie gits shredded or wun of mamas slippers disapeerz!!! sumtimes it wurks and sumetimes it duz not!!! ha ha ok bye
ha ha Dennis!!!!
It’s me reading your blog and hoping you have a great time in Edinburgh.
It’s me reading your comment and having a great time doing so. <3
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You have a witty friend
I have a witty reader, too.
🙂
You go girl! Enjoy your trip! Love your post!
It’s me who loves what you wrote, Judy!
In three words: Thank you, Ann!
5 hour layover??? Oh the perils of travel. Do hope the rest of the trip is smooth sailing!
It’s not me who ended up disliking that five hour layover as much as I expected. Lisa. Oh the surprises of travel!
There are worse places to spend 5 hours than Ireland you are right!
Three words. You inspire us.
So do you!
I agree Ann!
http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn9/marisafpr/400px%20img_4045.jpg
Thanks to you!
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