Just What I Need
by Gail
I know I should be writing something with more intellectual substance, but I’m afraid my intellect took a little vacation. This will have to do. While I was taking my stroll through the blogs, I came across something over at Walking Circumspectly that I couldn’t resist.
“Here’s the drill: You google ‘[your name] needs’, except of course that you replace [your name] with, well, your name. Then you look at the search results, and you laugh. (You might want to turn on the ‘Family filter’ or whatever it is that Google calls that. Because there are apparently some people out there who think you need stuff that, uh, you don’t need. Or at least, you probably don’t want to read about needing it on the Internet.)”
1. Firefly is a wonderful person and she needs our help.
I couldn’t agree with this statement more. This is starting out rather nicely.
2. Firefly is all about gas.
What?! How rude!
3. Firefly needs ownership of producing oil fields.
Yes, yes I do. Then we can move away from here. Californy is the place we ought to be. We’ll load up the truck and move to Beverly. Hills, that is. (I’d love to take a dip in a cement pond right about now.)
4. Firefly needs stitches after her encounter with the crocodile.
Funny, I have no recollection of this encounter. I must have blocked it all out. I’m afraid to look for the stitches. Crocodiles aren’t even native to North America, are they? Did I leave the country without knowing it? This opens up far too many questions about me.
5. Firefly needs the original plus two additional copies of the backup along with just one requisition.
Now, really, I am not that uptight. Am I?
6. Firefly needs photographs of Mother Beasley.
Yes, everyone please send me pictures of Mother Beasley. I would really like to be able to greet her kindly, if I should pass her on the street.
7. Firefly needs additional coaching and training on how to take the time to be friendlier on the phone.
I think my friends will disagree here. I am far too friendly on the phone and often leave people wishing they had never picked up the phone, I fear.
8. Firefly needs her best friend back.
How does Google get its information? This one is a little creepy. Sharon, call me immediately. I’ll send you some money for the bill.
9. Firefly is in deep need of a chill pill it seems.
Well, this one may be true. According to the article I linked to in my previous post, I am in sore need of some Paxil.
10. Firefly needs to go to a Batman book. ANY Batman book.
This one seemed a little cryptic to me. Once I get to a Batman book, what should I do next?
11. Firefly needs to be taken seriously for many reasons.
Yes, I most certainly do. Quit laughing at me. Don’t think I can’t hear you!
12. Every woman needs to know Firefly.
Maybe…But I might find it a little overwhelming.
I’m not going to try to tag anyone this time, but please let me know if you do this so I can check out your blog. I have put the directions in my comments for anyone who wants to cut and paste them to their blog. Have fun!
Comments
Here are the directions for anyone who would like to cut and paste them to their blog:
“Here’s the drill: You google ‘[your name] needs’, except of course that you replace [your name] with, well, your name. Then you look at the search results, and you laugh. (You might want to turn on the ‘Family filter’ or whatever it is that Google calls that. Because there are apparently some people out there who think you need stuff that, uh, you don’t need. Or at least, you probably don’t want to read about needing it on the Internet.)”
I posted on my blog.
That was fun!
I thought mine was funny, but my daughter’s was even funnier. According to Google, my lovely thirteen-year-old needs a new home, a little more warmth and some human interaction to survive. She also seems to need a rest period, to stop lying before she costs Albert his life, a husband badly, to be questioned by Detective O’Malley, to be permanently committed to an institution, her father to change her smart-mouth and, most importantly, she needs to make an old family favorite, cow foot soup.
Cow foot soup? That’s a new one on me- though I have eaten tongue and headcheese (my dad was a farm boy
Firefly, I can hardly talk for laryngitis but that made me laugh so hard I almost fell off my chair. I deeply apologize for even flittering the thought about that blog games are too frivolous.
(Isn’t it nice that colds don’t keep you from typing?)
I did the “Tim’s Mom Needs” game. The one MamaSquirrel mentioned will be next – the “Tim’s Mom Hates . . .” game.
You are too cute, Firefly! If I get settled in somewhere, remind me and I’ll do this on my blog. It sounds interesting!
This was hilarious. I’ve got mine posted. Check it out.