Today I'm exposing one of the sweetest bloggers that I know!
If you don't know her your missing out. If you follow me on twitter, then you know last week she went MIA for a few days and I was ready to put out an amber alert and post missing pictures of her on wine bottles. Her name is Jen. Jen Herron to be exact. But for some reason I call her Jen O'herron. Maybe it's because her husband is a ginger and so is my hubs, and he's Irish. She blogs over at That's What She Read She isn't only a great blogger but has become a bbff, from phone calls where she makes fun of my Boston accent to random text pictures, cards in the mail, and more recently a vlate!
So here she is.............
oh, Jess. Sweet, BBFF Jess.
I had many great plans for this here guest post...and then guess what happened?
Yes, that's me in the left corner, vogue-ing.
I have no idea what I was doing that for but at the time, I was super excited that I was finally getting my
Vlate cherry popped by my two BBFFs.
Can't you just feel the excitement when you look at that pic?
But really, I had this whole post planned. I was going to tell you guys the story about the time when I called a radio station and got the MOST EMBARRASSED ever.
Long story short, I called my favorite radio station after they said they wanted to hear from listeners about their wedding days.
If you read this post over at From California to Kansas back in the day, you'd know that my wedding day was chalk full of disasters. The flowers came in the wrong color, my dad didn't show up for the father daughter dance, my hubs had an emergency surgery 4 days before, the DJ was a drunk who fell down some stairs and had to bow out and the ring bearer fell in a pond. Yes, it was THAT kind of a wedding.
So about 2 years ago, I was on my way to work and the radio station I listened to religiously was asking listeners to call in and tell them if their wedding day was worth the hustle and bustle...blah blah blah and I was like "hey I should call in!"
So I did.
Little did I know that I was about to get my embarrassment handed to me on a silver platter.
So this is about how it went:
Me: Hi! I have a funny story! (can you feel the excitement in my voice?)
Radio Guy: Welcome to the Big Party Morning Show! What's your wedding day story?
Me: Well, 4 days before our wedding, my husband's gallbladder exploded and the DJ was a drunk who fell down some stairs at his mom's house....(annnd I continue to ramble apparently because the next thing I know this happens:)
Me: And so then he tells me-
Radio Guy: Then he tells you that you are the worst story teller EVER?!
Me: Um...okay...thanks, bye.
So that was my one foray into Radio Broadcast. And the last.
Did I delete that radio station from my favorites in my car? You betcha.
Have I EVER listened to that radio station again since then? NOT on your life.
There's just something about being embarrassed beyond comparison that makes me NEVER WANT TO HEAR YOUR VOICE ON RADIO EVER AGAIN.
So that's the story I had planned to tell you in detail with this guest post.
But like I said, I was too busy tonight drinking Whipped Icing Vodka with Cherry Coke Zero and this:
yes, friends, that there is what we call a 3 way double VLATE.
There were more hooplas and wahoos going on over video Wednesday night than an episode of Desperate Housewives of Whatever County.
We had SO.MUCH.FUN.
There's just something about your blog bffs and your ginger husbands that makes the world go round.
And that's how you do a guest post friends. :)
And just in case you ever find yourself video chatting with a Bostonite, Mass-hole, make sure you get into a "cherry" pronunciation match. Because really, there's just nothing better.
Over and out.
P.S. Come say hi: Jen @ That's What She Read
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