At work we listen to a "work friendly" radio station -- Charlie 97.1 - "we play everything" - that's their tag line. And yes, they do. From Prince, to America, to Ratt, to god knows what. Anyway, they play "A Horse With No Name" by America once in awhile. Every time I hear it, it sits with me for a while after and kind of wraps itself around my frontal lobe and cuddles. So, today it comes on and I realize that it's making its way into my head again and I need to know what the hell it is ! I google the lyrics I can grab and find out it's America.
Who knew.
This is the first song I knowingly realize is by America.
Who knew.
Anyway, it's rad. Someone needs to redo this song....someone ? Hmmm....I'll have to ponder that idea.
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Last time we spoke, I was ranting about food, eating habits (or lack thereof) and self inflicted restraints. I don't know if I want to talk about that right now. It's a big topic and one that I have so many thoughts on. It's annoying. Big. Annoying. Somewhat on the topic, we got 6 boxes - we're talking roughly 72 DOZEN - cookies from one of my clients. They are closing one of their production facilities in our area and apparently have a ton of product to either dump, give away or donate. Insane and bordering on gross.
Well, that was a tangent. Stay with me here.
I've discussed dreams before - pondered them in print. It's odd how they can hang with you so intensely. I dreamed of being in my old room last night. My door wouldn't stay closed for some reason. I kept trying to shove folded pieces of paper in to keep it closed. My mom kept knocking, coming in, giving me folded clothes to put away, etc. I was alone in my room with a boy. I was never allowed to be alone in my room with a boy. *squee* But the door would not cooperate. The funny thing is, in this dream, I was whisked back to being 16, giddy and goofy. Trying to be grownup but annoyed far too much to keep my composure.
Weird.
Who knew.
This is the first song I knowingly realize is by America.
Who knew.
Anyway, it's rad. Someone needs to redo this song....someone ? Hmmm....I'll have to ponder that idea.
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Last time we spoke, I was ranting about food, eating habits (or lack thereof) and self inflicted restraints. I don't know if I want to talk about that right now. It's a big topic and one that I have so many thoughts on. It's annoying. Big. Annoying. Somewhat on the topic, we got 6 boxes - we're talking roughly 72 DOZEN - cookies from one of my clients. They are closing one of their production facilities in our area and apparently have a ton of product to either dump, give away or donate. Insane and bordering on gross.
Well, that was a tangent. Stay with me here.
I've discussed dreams before - pondered them in print. It's odd how they can hang with you so intensely. I dreamed of being in my old room last night. My door wouldn't stay closed for some reason. I kept trying to shove folded pieces of paper in to keep it closed. My mom kept knocking, coming in, giving me folded clothes to put away, etc. I was alone in my room with a boy. I was never allowed to be alone in my room with a boy. *squee* But the door would not cooperate. The funny thing is, in this dream, I was whisked back to being 16, giddy and goofy. Trying to be grownup but annoyed far too much to keep my composure.
Weird.
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