That's not what I heard....

I am always on the look-out for new music I can workout to.  I love finding songs with a fast beat because they keep me moving at a pace to keep my heart rate up where it needs to be.

So, a few weeks ago I downloaded "When I Grow Up" by the Pussycat Dolls.  (I know, I know...)

The lyrics for the chorus are:

When I grow up

I wanna be famous

I wanna be a star

I wanna be in movies

When I grow up

I wanna see the world

Drive nice cars

I wanna have Groupies

BUT, that's not what I heard.  Oh no.  Instead of Groupies, I heard boobies.  That's right -- boobies.  I thought it was an odd thing to want along with being famous, but you never know with celebrities these days.  

Fortunately, as I was listening to my iPod today, volume up kind of high to drown out the monotone ramblings of the guy over the cubicle wall, I finally heard that it was Groupies and felt a bit embarrassed for myself.

P.S.  Thanks to my dear friend, Melissa, who kindly informed me that I had blocked non-bloggers from making comments on my blog.  I swiftly remedied the situation.  

Oh yah, and another thing, Michelle wants everyone to know that she did not look like a turtle at the gym yesterday.  (I'm just humoring her... tee-hee)