I don't have time to properly write one, so I'll hit on some key points to hopefully come back to later.
I've found time.  If there are tons of typs (haha- not intended) it's because a cat is trying to lick the butter off my bagel while I'm typing.

*county fair for the elite
Celebrate Fairfax! is what I mean.  Feel free to check out their website.  When I think of county fairs, I think of things such as an assortment of booths, with crafts & local interests/companies being the focus.  Then there's the animals & a # of other associations I make, such as my stance on abortion, which would make sense if I explained, but that's not the focus of this blog.  Anyway, I had a great time (there with friends & collecting freebies), and it was a beautiful, sunny day.  It was very clean & probably 95% of the people I saw were mid- to upper-class white, and that freaked me out.  I wondered if there wasn't advertising geared to a more diverse group or if that part of the county was more mono-something...  There were also fireworks at night (yay!) and Smash Mouth was one of the 80+ performers.  I didn't see them, but heard some others that were fun.  I was really surprised that after all the beer people consumed, hardly anyone danced.  If I were a performer, I'd want people to dance.

As I was waiting for a shuttle back to my car (in a long line), I chatted with a nice fellow.  He works with a camel.  He tried to set me up w/ his son, who was my age & half-non-white, and he got me thinking: Wouldn't it be nice to have a
*trophy husband ?
I tend to think highly of myself and the possibilities of what's to come, and in that moment, I saw myself as a political or otherwise powerful public figure, and I thought it would help to marry someone who's a different ethnicity than myself.  More people could maybe relate.  Immediately, it sounded crazy to me.  and manipulative.  so I won't put that on my honey 'wish list' or 'qulaifications.'

*those moments when something changes before your eyes
I thought I was more 'open-minded' than I am.  I had written someone off as perhaps boring or at least not someone I would go out of my way to talk with and then we talked and my assumptions immediately dissolved, and I wondered how that could be the same person.  Perspective really does change reality!

*not all ivy is poison
I was in the woods when I saw (not poison-)ivy, and I immediately tried to avoid it.  Then I thought, what am I doing?  the next thought was, "What or who else am I avoiding or have I assumed or written off as dangerous when it may only resemble slightly something that is?"  Why be unnecessarily jumpy?  But then again, if we have been hurt or otherwise trained to perceive things that way, how can we change?
Another twist on words, like SupremeAnna mentioned, was "not all poison is ivy."  That can be taken a number of ways, but the thing that immediately comes to mind has a darker tone- maybe 'poison' is the hurt you feel internally when you take negative things/words to heart.  I don't want to leave on that note, so I'll say that people are interesting- just listen to them the next time you're on public transportation or standing in line.