Speaking of Copycatters

As a mere peasant of the blogosphere, I bow down before a Queen Blogger -- Anonymous Midwest Girl. Her link's on my favorite links list to the right.

Because, as I've said before, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and I am truly interested in trying this trick out -- I'm stealing one of AMG's ideas for my own blog.

And it's ok, really, because she stole it from someone too. So I'm actually an accessory of sorts to HER crime.

This idea involves Googling oneself. Put your name and the word "needs" into Google and do a search. See what it is that you need. Quite a useful and amusing tool, that Google. So, what do I need? (I made NONE of them up and, in several cases, I have no idea what they mean.)

Amy needs...to either wake up or start getting some extra will-power
Amy needs...a new pair of shoes
Amy needs...some space, self-esteem
Amy needs...to mend her ways and be more of a team player
Amy needs...sex
Amy needs...healing in her body and more faith in the lord
Amy needs...to get out the monkeysicle and do some tests on him and whatnot
Amy needs...to figure out what the hell is going on
Amy needs...to go abroad so she can have her fingers regenerated
Amy needs...our help
Amy needs...to suck it up
Amy needs...a face plate
Amy needs...to just be quiet now

Comments

Brianne said…

Oh that was going around MySpace a while back. It's fun though:

Brianne needs...someone with money.
Brianne needs...a little supervision now and then.
Brianne needs...to start participating.
Brianne needs...to be here.
Brianne needs...to read up on Logotherapy.

Another good one is the Advertising Slogan Generator. Check it out: http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan

9:22 AM

Holy Separated-At-Birth, Batman!

Gary Oldman...meet Uncle Knit-Knots from Imagination Movers.

Hair

This has become the age-old question...Why do men hate short hair on women? I've been thinking about this a lot because my current style, an angled bob, requires a bunch of fussing every morning to get it to do anything. My favorite haircut of all time, as far as ease of care, was my pixie cut. I loved that I could wash it, gel it, and be done. No blow drying or flattening or curling. Just gel and go. Very sporty. I thought it looked cute. My husband has another opinion. The longer the better is his motto. Thing is, my hair becomes an unruly, tangled, nappy mop when it gets long. If I had all the time in the world and Jennifer Aniston's budget, I'd be more than happy to grow it long and have others style it every day. In real life, I guess I'd rather go for comfort and convenience. And if you ask me, I think the pixie is dang cute. I suspect heterosexual men aren't hot on short hair, in general, because it's too much like their own hair. No matter how much jewel

Ho, Ho, Ho, How Many Times Can I Use "I'm too busy" as an Excuse?

I haven't had time to write. Work, swim meet volunteering, holiday decorating and shopping. But truthfully, I've not been in much of a mood to write anything anyway. Last night we put up the tree and Santa chachkies, and I drank my first egg nog of the season, so perhaps I'll be in a cheerier mood. Also, I have spent some time writing the annual Schoon holiday newsletter. If you happen to get a copy, treat it like a drinking game. Every time I make you roll your eyes, take a drink. Nog, wassail, Everclear. Whatever gets you through. One sure way to assist with merriment motivation is listening to Christmas carols. I'm not going to get into a debate over what truly constitutes a carol. You can "Jesus is the reason for the season" yourself until you turn blue; I generally lean toward the secular end of the holiday tune spectrum. And if you just gasped at my use of holiday instead of Christmas, go suck on a candy cane. It's my blog and my opinions. Deal.

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