Well watta ya know. Someone was actually
brave nice enough to submit a guest post. That someone is Dan who blogs over at Random Says. You may remember Dan from his contributions to BlogFestivus last December (also known as The Great Bird Apocalypse of 2011). So, I’m going to step back and let him take the wheel.
When I read that Amy was inviting her readers to submit applications to guest-blog, I jumped at the chance. I mean, this is Fix it or Deal we’re talking about! If I can get posted on here, I’ll have hit the big time!
So I put together an application using ninety-seven carefully chosen words and sent them off with fingers crossed. Lo and behold, I was accepted!
But here’s the thing. I’m a guest-blog virgin. Yes, I’m not ashamed to admit it. I don’t know what I’ve been doing with my life till now, but somehow I’ve avoided writing for another person’s blog.
They say be careful what you wish for, you may get it, and here I am, wondering about the etiquette involved in being a guest on someone else’s blog.
I’ve already taken off my shoes. I’ve tried to be respectful of the space (though I’m sorely tempted to pick up the boat propeller and play with it). I’ve made friends with the pets. Let’s face it, there’s nothing left but to dive in and start writing.
Since I wasn’t given any particular topic, anything is fair game. But, for an indecisive person, that leaves too many choices! So, I’ll take a cue from one theme of this blog: retro.
When I was young, I saw what may have been the greatest worst commercial ever. It was for Fig Newtons and featured The Newton dance. Was it good? You’re darn tootin’!
The sad thing is that the song from that commercial has been stuck in my head for the many years that have passed since it aired. (Yep, that is what I waste my brain cells on, along with the theme song from “The Beverly Hillbillies.”)
With any luck, you too will find yourself humming that song at completely inappropriate times and I won’t feel so all alone. You’re welcome.
Ooey gooey, rich and chewy…
Oh man, when I was a kid, there was a radio ad for the Buford Highway Flea Market (I think) that played on all the Atlanta stations. They had a jingle at the end of the ad that would constantly get stuck in my head. If you lived in the Atlanta area about 25 years ago, I bet you can sing along: 4801, 4801, 4801 Buford Hiiiiighwaaaayyy.
What commercial jingles from your childhood are taking up valuable real estate in your brain?
If you would like to guest post here on FIOD, just send me an email at amy(dot)c(dot)severson(at)gmail(dot)com. Come on. Dooo eeeet.