Night Itches

To quote a good friend quoting 'Confucius:' "Man with itchy butt wakes up with stinky fingers."  Now thankfully I don't have an itchy butt, but I do have poison ivy on my legs and arm and it be itchy!  I managed to itch myself pretty good last night and did not sleep all that well.

I guess I contracted the poison ivy or poison oak when I was digging for the church plant sale.  It must have been quite the sneaky plant because I was digging with a master gardener and we both know what to look for in terms of itchy plants...leaves of three, let 'em be.  He also got some poison ivy rashes and so I don't feel as stupid.  Misery loves company, I s'pose.

Well, it's day two of the blogging experiment and I am writing!  Success.  I have to keep patting myself on the back or else I may get discouraged with my lack of witty/worthwhile things to say.  I feel like this entry is full of cliches, and I hadn't meant to be whining/complaining again like I did in my first post, but poison ivy is just so unusual I had to express.  This is the first time I can remember getting it actually.  I'm glad I don't have bed bugs, chicken pox (again) or some other creepy dis-ease.

Anyway, as I itched myself a tad raw last night I was thinking about some ground rules to this blog.  Perhaps I should turn off my internal editor and try to crank out these entries quickly--less than 20 minutes or so.  That way I won't be obsessing over my turn of phrase and dare I say, have fun writing.  We shall see.

Here are some pics of the nasty poison ivy.  Enjoy!