Poison Ivy and a Mockingbird

Do you believe what goes around, comes around?  Do you believe a bad act will come back to you?  Will it come back and bite you in the ass later on?  Do you believe in karma?  Or as it may be, bad karma?  I'm not sure if I do or not.  Nonetheless, I feel like for some reason I'm being paid back for some ill will I dished out somewhere along the way.

I spent a portion of Sunday trimming the bushes in front of my house.  They were beginning to look over-grown and needed a haircut.  I knew while doing this that there was some poison ivy I was going to have to contend with.  When I got to it, I pulled it up and immediately put it in my waste bin where all the trimmings were going, so I wouldn't have to touch it again.  Ok...I know i'm a dumbass and should have put on some gloves, but I didn't.  Anyway, I immediately went inside and washed my hands really good with warm soap and water.  I wanted to make sure and get any of the itchy contaminant off before I spread it around and touched anything else.  I didn't see anymore ivy during my endeavor. 

Well, guess what?  There must have been more, or either I didn't wash well enough.  Starting Monday, I began to see a few places of the aggravating irritant show up on my legs.  Just a few little spots scattered around here and there.  They itch every so often and are annoying, but I've had outbreaks that are much worse.  Is this the bad karma I speak of?  Not hardly!  Monday night I noticed an itch in a much more...shall we say...private location.  I didn't think much of it, until Tuesday morning.  I went to get in the shower before work, and what did I find?  Yep...I now have the itchy monster invading my cock.  ARGH!!!  Somewhere along the way I must have had it on my hands and then went to use the restroom.  Anyway, I have it, although not, a bad case, in a place where no one ever wants to think about having poison ivy. 

Now you're probably sitting there reading this and cringing, laughing your ass off at me, or some combination thereof.  I'm sure you're not alone!  I'm convinced that somewhere there is some bitch I crossed at some point, with a voodoo doll of me in her hand, that is thinking I am getting just what I deserve and rolling around in the floor laughing until she can't breathe.  All I have to say is...don't laugh too hard!  You'll reverse the karma fortune, and it will come back to bite you in the ass in return.  Although, i do have to admit I do find a little bit of humor in the whole thing.  What else can I do, but laugh.  Being pissed won't make it any better. 

On another note, as any of you who have been following my blog for any length of time know, I feel that songs can be the soundtrack to our life.  I have posted songs previously that have meaning to me and/or relate to me at the time.  Yesterday I heard a new song by Rob Thomas that seemed to fit everything that I have been writing about lately.  Listening to it was like someone had turned on a lightswitch.  the name of the song is "Mockingbird" off the "Cradlesong" album.  The chorus reads like a page right out of my life at the moment:

Maybe you and me got lost somewhere

We cant move on we can stay here

Maybe weve just had enough

Well maybe we aint meant for this love

You and me tried everything

But still that mockingbird wont sing

Man this life seems enough

Well maybe we aint meant for this love

Of course you know I'm going to give tyou the song/video as well.  I wouldn't leave you hanging like that.  It really is a good song.  It would be one that I would really like, even if it didn't hit quite so close to home.  I hope you will take the time to listen and enjoy it.