In Memory of a Lost Art- Ode to the Jingle

Well, fair people, I’ve been taking up real estate on ol’ couchy for a while while the wheezing and sneezing subside. I realized at one point, though, how much the commercial jingle has been lost in the shuffle between “HeadOn, Apply Directly to the Forehead” and “Stinky! Stinky! Stinky! Hefty! Hefty! Hefty!” repetitiveness. Anyway, in the midst of hacking my lungs up and feeling like I swallowed a thousand ticklers, I began to compile what is, in my opinion, some of the best commercial jingles- EVARR!! *cue dramatic lighting and music, a la “Who Wants to be a Millionaire* In addition, I’ll add them for your viewing pleasure.

[Ruckus Voice] Sing along, if ya know the woyds. [/Ruckus Voice]

11. My Buddy/Kid Sister: If you’re too young to know what these are, think of a nicer Chucky doll. that is, if you’re old enough to know about the “Child’s Play” series… Oh, the 80’s. I can’t say I know of anyone who had a My Buddy, or Kid Sister. Seemed kind of… off.

10. Next up on our journey, the one, the only… Light Brite! I used to want one of these baaader than Michael Jackson was in the subway station. Glad I didn’t get one, lest I would’ve been disappointed to see Christmas lights and black construction paper…

9. and 8. These oldies but goodies go to good old board games, that I happened to remember off the top of my head. Remember when game commercials basically gave you the instructions in the jingle?

*crickets* No? Well, here’s Perfection and Twister, to either jog your memory, or learn ya something… Remember the word jog for the next one….

7. Now, remember when I said to remember jog? Well, I lied about jogging. The next one is all about skipping… it! I still imagine my parents knew best by not gettting me one, considering my state of hopeless clumsiness. Beez + Skip It! = Playground Fatality. In a nutshell.

But the very best thing of all- there’s a counter on this ball!

6. You’re not fully clean unless… your towel has awesome snapping power. Enjoy!

5. Getting hungry? I thought so. Between me and you, I think the other kid had the right idea… dang peer pressure. He didn’t want to be one- why is that so bad?!?

4 and 3. Before Stride enlisted the aid of goats to get people to spit out their long lasting gum, they used to just, well, kiss it out! That, or go parasailing.

“Take a sniff, pull it out”– seriously? They let this air?

2. If you’re ever questioned about shenanigans you may or may not have engaged in, pull out some of these suckas. Everyone will understand.

Nope, still looks like you sat in wet paint. Idiot. You WILL NOT get the job.

1. And here’s my all time favorite jingle… the only one that counts is number 1, right? The others are in random order, but here’s my top. I hate the candy, but love the jingle. It’s so sweet and endearing (probably the opposite of Beez, but who’s counting?) With no further ado, Tootsie Roll!

Too bad whatever it is I think I see does not become a Tootsie Roll to me. Life would be sweeter, no pun intended. Hope you enjoyed this little trip down memory lane, and if you’d like to enlighten me, let me know some of your favorite jingles! Maybe this can keep going!

Take care,

P.S.- Shouts out to Mika, who is the first person to subscribe to the BeezHive. Won’t you be my neighbor too?

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No News is, well, No News!

Looks like it’s been a while since I’ve brought my arse over here. My bad, I know. I’m working on it. Just don’t give up on me yet. It’s been pretty busy (or bizzy, if you wish) in the BeezHive (or my apartment, as you call it).

Well, last week was the end of my job for the season, preparing taxes. I worked until I couldn’t on the 15th, and on the 16th, began my full time job of searching for a full time job, yet again. This is, what, the 4th job I’ve had in the 7 months since graduation (including the stint working days at McSandwich Shop and overnights at McArches simultaneously for minumum wage, which still wasn’t enough to get on with life)? It would be nice to land that one big break, that one job that will keep me outta my current state of “broke-dom”… to be quite honest, I feel like the middle child of experience when applying for jobs- I’ve been working since I was 16, so I have a bunch of experience in the service/food/cashier line of things, but as soon as you see a BS attached on the resume, they say, “hmm, too much experience for this, but not enough for that.” My question is how do they expect you to get experience if no one takes the bait? The only other thing I could think of doing would be to omit my degree from my resume, but I feel like I’ve worked to hard over the blood, sweat, and years to get it, and I’d be doing a great disservice to mysef to undercut my ability.

All the while, though, I stay optimistic. I applied my first time ever for unemployment, and I’ll be receiving a whopping 93 bucks a week, which only emphasizes my need to get out of this. Coupled with my free time, I guess I’ll be doing more volunteering at the church and babysitting- the kiddies keep me sane, I suppose. Their ability to smile and hold on, knowing someone always has their back reminds me of those that have mine. I could stand to take the Infant CPR course finally, too. I’d hate to actually have a need for it and can only ask the baby “are you choking?” 😛

For now, that’ll be it. I promise to update more about how things are going, and as always, I’ll smile through the rain. When it’s over, there’s always something better.


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These are the Makings of Me.

I’ve been introducing myself for quite a while, huh? I figure in this blogosphere thingy, I may want to gradually do it. I don’t wanna scare anyone off, so I’ll let you take off your shoes one at a time, real slow-like. 🙂

With all of the Facebook- inspired notes out there that require you to advertise a borderline unhealthy amount of information about yourself, I found this one to have just the right amount of subtlety and imagination- Enjoy!

– Go to Google image search.
– Type in your answer to each question.
– Choose a picture
– Use this website to make your collage.
– Save the image for use in this note.
– Tag the people whose mosaics you want to see.

1. What is your name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What is your hometown?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. What is your favorite movie?
6. What is your favorite drink?
7. What is your dream vacation?
8. What is your favorite dessert?
9. What is one word to describe yourself?
10. How are you feeling right now?
11. What do you love most in the world?
12. What do you want to be when you grow up?

And the answers- Most are pretty self- explanatory, but give it a shot!

Who would I like to tag, then? Well, if you happen to see this, I’d like to know more about you, so consider yourself tagged!

Until next time, Laters!


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Friends- How Many of Us Have Them?

I feel so friendless on here- granted it’s only been a week, but compared to a week on facebook (where you’ll have 500+ “friends,” a welcome parade, and some cool gifts in the goody bag,) I haven’t quite gotten the ball rolling on here. Not that I’m looking for them- as every “villain/ ” on the reality shows say while in their prime “I’m not here to make friends, I’m just here to cook/take pictures/eat horse arse and win!” Except I won’t do that. Just like the song.

So anyways, if you know of any cool twenty-somethings, or older, or younger, I’d like to get to know them. And you, too, if it’s fine with ya. I won’t bite. I promise. My teeth are too small to handle much anyway. 🙂

Until next time,

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Bus Presence

Since I don’t have a car, riding the bus has always been a thing of my life- I always have a bus schedule in my bag, and have CU-MTD (It’s separated for a reason- now shut it!) on speed dial, where you can call at anytime to see where the bus is, get put on hold to Weird Al’s “Another One Rides the Bus” for 1.5 minutes, and get the person on the line at the same time your bus is rounding the corner- thanks. The reason I write today is to offer an incentive to all of you to work on your “Bus Presence”- the way people see you as you ride public transportation. I know, we’re at the age to not care what people think and “do selves”- insert any pronoun here, but we are fully aware of the persona we portray when in public. For example, most of the time, I don’t like to be bothered on the way to work, so my bus presence is the “too busy for us with her iPod and smartphone” girl. You try, go on. Don’t all do it at once.

Not my bus, but you get the idea. Why is it so packed and everyone’s still smiling?

Annnnyyyyyy-whooooo, I was coming back from a Target run (I choose the red dot over the smiley on principle- sue me), when a few stops later, a man, a lady, and a baby get on. Harmless enough, right? Well, I thought so too, until it registered in my brain that the woman, man, or both smelled like cigarretes and bologna– eww much? Maybe my senses were off, but there was nowhere else for me to move, and since Mother Nature is currently shaking us up in her snowglobe called “Life, Muvva-Effas!”, I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. I called it “cig-aloney” for the duration of my trip.

A bit of the way, I heard a noise from the back. It sounded like a long, monotonous “Eeeeeeeeeeeee, *pause for breath* eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”, and I realized there was someone possibly with a mental/developmental condition. In the midst of the person “communicating” (could be that he wasn’t intentionnally doing it, but it didn’t sound like he was distressed or anything), “cigaloney” decided to turn her ugly arse face around.

Note- under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t have been classified as ugly (no homo– hee hee!), but when your body possesses an odor that is “offensive to all five of the senses” ala Peter Griffin, you have revoked the right to your “cute girl discount.” I prayed that they would get off before me, and every stop closer to mine, they just didn’t budge. My prayer life incresed significantly during the bus ride- it just wasn’t right, I say! Anyway, when I got to my stop, I hopped off the bus so fast, I didn’t realize something fell out of my bag- stoopid hair products.

Moral of the story:
Just say no to cigaloney?
Um, don’t forget your iPod to serve as the prime distraction?
the wheels on the bus go round and round, despite all setbacks?

Okay, I got it:
No matter where I go, randomness will follow. Enjoy! Next up: a catalogue of guys in skinny jeans, well, maybe.

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If you haven’t figured it out (not that I would have expected you to by the second sentence, I am Beez & Honey (I probably will spell it beez n hunny, beez and honey, or whatever else I feel like at the moment, so bare with me- or get used to it). :*)

Now that formalities are out of the way, I’ll tell ya a little about myself: I’m 23, a fresh out of college graduate (okay, I finished about 7 months ago, but with this economy, I should’ve stayed!) from the University of Illinois, and am just trying to figure out the “What Next?” of life…

In the meantime, I do taxes (until April 15th), babysit, and engage myself in random shenanigans, the misadventures of which will probably end up here, along with anything else I deem worthy (mua-ha-ha).

I’ll probably be adding and updating on a regular, since I have a laptop now, after going almost a year (yes- 525,600 minutes) without one, due to the “Great Spark of 2008”- an event where last year’s laptop decided it wanted to spontaneously combust, commit suicide, and leave my living room smelling of burnt plastic. If anyone knows of some buddies I could make on here, I’d appreciate it.

Until next time, peace!


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