Marybeth needs...

I stole this from Cindy at Notes in the Key of Life. It's a pretty cool meme.

"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.)"


Marybeth needs prayers. That goes without saying.

The second one that came up is trash. Ignored...because my daddy might read this.

Marybeth needs $500. Yeah, baby!

Marybeth needs eyeliner. I don't always wear it. Sometimes, I look like the walking dead, too.

Marybeth needs help. You just don't know.

Marybeth needs to, IMHO, not dress so frumpy. The desire to be comfortable overtakes me sometimes. Jeans, khakis, and tennis shoes win out over heels and skirts.

I so totally don't understand the next one that comes up. Ignored, again.

Marybeth needs to rest someplace warm. That really would be pretty nice today. I want nothing more than to curl up in my bed with my puppies and take a long nap. Well, that and to go shopping and spend tons of money on perfume, shower gel, purses and pants that aren't too long or too big.

Marybeth needs to provide phone contacts for each "voting" person. Whatever.

Marybeth needs A REAL MAN to keep her happy. I have a REAL MAN. Suffice it to say...as much as I love him and yes, most of the time, he makes me happy...a man is not what I need right now. A shopping spree, a massage, and a nap. THAT, my friend...would make me happy.

Next one...trash.

Marybeth needs to give you some spelling lessons. Okie dokie.

MaryBeth needs a new home! I don't think so. I'm lucky to have the home I've got.

The last two say Marybeth needs prayers but are recipes for Sausage Cheese Ball and Salads. Weird.

Well, that was fun. Aren't yall amused? I am. But it takes so little to amuse me.