...with my ragtop down so my hair can blow...
Yeah, I admit it, it's Vanilla Ice...not me, but the lyrics.
I was rolling home from work today (in my spectra blue mica Toyota Prius, and no, it doesn't come in a convertible, so my hair was not blowing), and the guys on the radio were discussing the fact that Vanilla Ice and MC Hammer were doing a tour called The Big Pants Tour. And that got me thinking.
No, not about the rest of the lyrics to 'Ice Ice Baby' (but you have to admit, the opening hook is catchy), but about our guilty musical pleasures. We all have them, and it makes me wonder what other songs other people like that are considered cheesy, out of touch, or are just plain unknown.
Based on my age (that VH1 special "I Love the 80's" is right up my alley, and that's all I'm saying), I'm probably like most people hit their teens in the early/mid-80's. My MP3 player has a few gigabytes of songs that show that You Can Still Rock In America, that there's nothing like Girls, Girls, Girls to make you wish you were in Panama, and you'll always be cool if you can get Back in Black.
So what are some of my guilty pleasures? Well...
1. Blame It On the Rain by Milli Vanilli. Yeah, they were lip-synchers, but the song was great. Cheesy pop, but great. "Blame it on the rain/that was fallin' fallin'/Blame it on the stars/that shined at night/Whatever you do/Don't put the blame on you/Blame it on the rain, yeah yeah."
2. Heart and Soul by T'pau. Back in '87 I was at one of my military schools, and I would head to the gym when my class was done near midnight (I LOVED that 24 hour gym). Anyway, this song would play almost every night, it was a top 40 type of song, and I got hooked. "Give a little bit of heart and soul/give a little bit of love to grow/give a little bit of heart and soul/and don't you make me beg for more."
3. Only in My Dreams by Debbie Gibson. I know, you're thinking, "This guy is gay." I'm really not. When I was an aircrew member in the Air Force we used to stop at Clark Air Base in the Philippines, and in the cafeteria was a jukebox (I still want one for my Man Room). There was a little Filipino chick that worked in the barber shop there and when I'd play that song she'd come out and flirt with me. I know, I know, TOTALLY lame, but I loved those days of flying around the world. Strangely enough, I checked out the video on MTV.com a few weeks ago, and I was cracking up. "As real as it may seem/It was only in my dreams." Hmmm, Tiffany went nude for Playboy, maybe Debbie will give it up soon!
4. One Way Love by Elizabeth Daily. This is from 'Better Off Dead,' one of the best movies of all time. It doesn't really remind me of anything besides the movie, but it's a great song and makes me think about how much I liked learning 'the international language.' And the car in the movie? A 1967 Chevy Camaro. Hell to the YEAH.
5. Lovin' Every Minute of It by Loverboy. I know everybody was Working for the Weekend, but this song just rocked. It's a great workout song. It was also the class song when I graduated high school. "You want me/To come alive/So flick the switch into overdrive/You and me can let it be/Ready (ready) Aim (aim)...FIRE." This is one of those songs that I want to sing along to when I'm working out or doing cardio--and only my desire not to make a total ass out of myself in the gym keeps me from doing so.
I'm sure I could fill pages with songs and lyrics, and why I like them. Some bring back one memory or another. Others give me a little motivation when I'm lifting weights or doing cardio. And some I just like for no particular reason.
So no matter if I'm in the mood to Train in Vain, or I feel like I'm getting Money for Nothing, if I just Hang on Loosely, maybe I'll find Two Tickets to Paradise and wind up as a Sharp Dressed Man instead of Dancing in the Dark.
And remember, anything less than the best is a felony.
Nurse Jenny may be hot, but...
I'm sure you've seen this before, and I've always hated it: medical personnel in stores in their scrubs.
I'm married to a nurse (yes, she's hot, and no, she doesn't wear a white dress with a weird hat), and when she gets home after a 12 hour shift, the first thing she does is toss her dirty work clothes into the washing machine, after which she promptly takes a shower. And why is that?
BECAUSE SHE DEALS WITH OTHER PEOPLES BODIES ALL DAY! Excrement, urine, sweat, blood...not the sort of stuff you want to deal with while you're at your local super market, right? I mean, I know that (most) nurses are pretty good about wearing the proper protective gear while dealing their patients, but really, does that mean you should stop by Publix on the way home to do your weekly shopping? In a word, NO.
I was at the movie theater a few weeks ago (sorry, I can't remember what movie I was seeing), and I was getting a bottle of water at the snack bar. The guy in front of me was wearing scrubs, and I don't know if he was just off of work or going to work after the movie (yes, I knew he was a nurse by the stethoscope around his neck and he name-tag that had his name and 'RN' under it). Anyway, Nurse Dude, gets his popcorn and then goes and uses the self serve pump to put butter on it. Now, if I had purchased popcorn, I'd have had to use the same pump. Thus, if ND had decided to stop at the movies after a long night shift, he'd be carrying all of those nasty germs and bacteria he picked up at work, and I, by using the same pump (PUSH HERE) would have gotten all of that stuff on my hands, which I'd then use to put the popcorn in my mouth...see where I'm going with this?
I'm in the military, and there are rules about where I can and can't wear my work uniform. Obviously, there isn't a Nurse Uniform Committee that sets the rules for nurses, but maybe there should be. At the very least, the states should be writing the rules, and the hospital administration should be reinforcing them to their staff, so that medical professionals are not wearing filthy uniforms out to public places.
Right now medical people are complaining about too much government oversight, but you know why the government has to be involved? Because people are either too stupid or too lazy to do the right thing by themselves.
I realize, of course, that people need to stop for staples, but is it that hard to think to yourself, "Hey, I need to stop at the store on the way home, maybe I should pack a change of clothes for after work"? I don't think so.
This also goes for the people who work for vets or animal hospitals. It's gross people. GROSS.
Now let's talk about those Crocs, shall we?
I'm married to a nurse (yes, she's hot, and no, she doesn't wear a white dress with a weird hat), and when she gets home after a 12 hour shift, the first thing she does is toss her dirty work clothes into the washing machine, after which she promptly takes a shower. And why is that?
BECAUSE SHE DEALS WITH OTHER PEOPLES BODIES ALL DAY! Excrement, urine, sweat, blood...not the sort of stuff you want to deal with while you're at your local super market, right? I mean, I know that (most) nurses are pretty good about wearing the proper protective gear while dealing their patients, but really, does that mean you should stop by Publix on the way home to do your weekly shopping? In a word, NO.
I was at the movie theater a few weeks ago (sorry, I can't remember what movie I was seeing), and I was getting a bottle of water at the snack bar. The guy in front of me was wearing scrubs, and I don't know if he was just off of work or going to work after the movie (yes, I knew he was a nurse by the stethoscope around his neck and he name-tag that had his name and 'RN' under it). Anyway, Nurse Dude, gets his popcorn and then goes and uses the self serve pump to put butter on it. Now, if I had purchased popcorn, I'd have had to use the same pump. Thus, if ND had decided to stop at the movies after a long night shift, he'd be carrying all of those nasty germs and bacteria he picked up at work, and I, by using the same pump (PUSH HERE) would have gotten all of that stuff on my hands, which I'd then use to put the popcorn in my mouth...see where I'm going with this?
I'm in the military, and there are rules about where I can and can't wear my work uniform. Obviously, there isn't a Nurse Uniform Committee that sets the rules for nurses, but maybe there should be. At the very least, the states should be writing the rules, and the hospital administration should be reinforcing them to their staff, so that medical professionals are not wearing filthy uniforms out to public places.
Right now medical people are complaining about too much government oversight, but you know why the government has to be involved? Because people are either too stupid or too lazy to do the right thing by themselves.
I realize, of course, that people need to stop for staples, but is it that hard to think to yourself, "Hey, I need to stop at the store on the way home, maybe I should pack a change of clothes for after work"? I don't think so.
This also goes for the people who work for vets or animal hospitals. It's gross people. GROSS.
Now let's talk about those Crocs, shall we?
Welcome to Planet Gym Dog
Greetings and salutations. Forgive me for not giving up my real name, but since I may step on some toes, I figure it's best to keep my own identity private...kind of like Superman and his alter ego, Clark Kent, somebody I've been accused of looking like. Strangely enough, even though I changed how I wear my hair years ago, I still get that. Must be the wholesomeness thing.
I am sure you're asking, what is Planet Gym Dog? Well, PGD is a place that exists only in my mind, but if it DID exist, it would be one great place. I have a saying, cheesy but my own, that goes like this: "It's always sunny on Planet (my name). Of course, some days are sunnier than others." So PGD is just another name for my happy place (points for you if you get the Happy Gilmore reference). On PGD, I am king of the castle, lord of the manor, and master of all that I survey. The rules are flexible, and common sense is actually used by the residents.
Expect this blog to be about whatever is on my mind at the time. Rants, rages, stories, or whatever I feel like writing about. I'm not trying to impress anybody, and I doubt that I'll win any awards, but I hope you find it interesting anyway.
I am sure you're asking, what is Planet Gym Dog? Well, PGD is a place that exists only in my mind, but if it DID exist, it would be one great place. I have a saying, cheesy but my own, that goes like this: "It's always sunny on Planet (my name). Of course, some days are sunnier than others." So PGD is just another name for my happy place (points for you if you get the Happy Gilmore reference). On PGD, I am king of the castle, lord of the manor, and master of all that I survey. The rules are flexible, and common sense is actually used by the residents.
Expect this blog to be about whatever is on my mind at the time. Rants, rages, stories, or whatever I feel like writing about. I'm not trying to impress anybody, and I doubt that I'll win any awards, but I hope you find it interesting anyway.
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