Category: Daily Life

These are my daily rants, stories, and what not.

Kenny Loggins Day II

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So I celebrated the first Kenny Loggins Day at work by listening to soundtracks that Kenny Loggins was involved in or had songs on.  Granted this was at work, so I was pumping Loggins all day, but I did get more than a few co-workers on board with it.

So, what Kenny Loggins soundtracks do you know?

Here’s a list of the albums I pumped at work:

Footloose (duh)
Top Gun
Caddy shack
Caddyshack II

Next year I’ll branch out to more Kenny Loggins albums.  I heard for the first time that he was on the Over the Top Soundtrack.  I’m totally getting it.

Another Day

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I couldn’t listen to NPR yesterday.

I don’t want to hear about Whitney Houston or her crazy sad life.  I mean because she was rich once and then became a laughing stock due to drugs  (which she, being extremely wealthily, has the option to seek help over).  Nor do I care about the Grammy’s.  So hearing the same 5 minute segment on the Grammy’s and Whitney Houston over and over all day long.

Tactileness

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So I’ve come over the last couple years to realize how much of an unconscious tactile sensation I sort out.

Strangely enough I sort out satin or silk to fiddle with.  It’s weird I know.  I mostly comes out when I am wearing an untucked shirt at work, or just sitting around with my bag which has a large satin tag.  It also shows when I’m laying down with a blanket that has satin edgings.  I just fiddle with it.

I’m not sure where it came from, it’s definitely not deliberate or something I do when nervous, its just something I do.  When I was in college I had satin sheets (kick ass black satin sheets), and although I no long have satin sheets, I seek it out else where apparently.  Like I said, tags on my shirts, or even (oddly enough) seat belts, particularly when cool or cold.

Its odd.  But I suppose its my quirk.  Its definitely subconscious but I’ve accepted it.

Sam… Remember

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This was Saturday…

AJ – “Sam, remember that song that totally reminds me of you.”

Sam – “Uhhmm, no.”

AJ – “It goes like this:
‘I don’t know much, but I know that gauze doesn’t belong in coffee mug basket.‘
Remember that one?”

Laughter ensues.
———-

We were cleaning and Sam had accidentally left a box of gauze in our coffee mug basket.

It was a good day. 🙂