Poison Ivy comes a Creeping Around

Late at night,
When you’re sleeping
Poison ivy comes a creeping
A-a-round.


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I never knew the words of this song until Mike (at age 7) sang them to me.

I had never paid attention to those details.  I had always just la-de-da’d through this part of the song.

The adage that the devil is in the details is so, so true.

It’s the "measure twice, cut once" times in life that we need to remember this.

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Some days, I feel like I’m slugging through jello....some days, I’m on point.  Frankly, I love those days when I’m a hair off-kilter.  I love laughing at my foibles.  I don’t like giggling about other people, but I think I’m funny.

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Part of my problem is my “list”.  I’ve always got a list going on in my life.  I enjoy checking thinks off my list.  Like the day I needed to get to the bank....it was on my list and as Larry the Cable Guy says, “Get ‘er done."

I was on Zebulon Road and zipped into the bank to deposit some money.  “Ma’am, this isn’t your bank,” stated the little teller.

“I’m so sorry,” apologizing profusely. "I usually bank on the other side of town."

I drove immediately to the next bank.....nope, they, too, told me that I didn’t bank there.  Oops! Dang!  At that point I started paying attention.

Heck, the third times the charm, isn’t it?  On to the next bank.  This time, I looked at my check card, I looked at the bank front....they matched!  BINGO!

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Those “poison ivy” times make us who we are.  They are the rain on our parades.  The soufle that falls.  The chipped fingernail polish....but they are also the stories left to tell.  The people left to love.  The freak flags left to fly.  The stars left to wish upon.  I love the saying that many a good story starts with the phrase, “Hey, watch this!"

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The young woman had come for an interview.  She was delightful.  After knocking the interview out of the park, she was telling a story how her baby had been fussy before she had left him with her mother....she was so happy to have been on time.  YaDa, YaDa.  As she got up to leave, I noticed that most of her back was covered with dried baby throw-up.  She wasn’t aware that Junior had garped down her back.  Oops!  I hired her....but I never told her about how that baby throw up had endeared her to me.  “Poison Ivy."

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Late at night,
When you’re sleeping
Poison ivy comes a creeping
A-a-round.