As if there weren’t enough tags in this house already…

Here are the rules:

1. Link to the person who tagged you

2. Post the rules to your blog

3. Write 6 random things about yourself

4.  Tag 6 people at the end of your post and link to them

5.  Let each person you have tagged know by leaving a comment on their blog.

6.  Let the tagger know when your entry is posted.

Six random things in case this blog didn’t have enough random things about me on it already:

1:  I’m considered the computer guru at work, I have a blog, I always want fun gadgets like digital cameras and iphones, but I’m technologically and internetlly not all that gifted.  I do about three things on my computer, which is capable of a million things.  I never remember to check things or update things like facebook, even though I know it is really fun. I’m horrible at responding to emails.  If something doesn’t work, such as my email or the computer, I take it personally and will boycott it for awhile as if the computer really cares and notices I’m not paying attention to it.  This leads right into fact #2.

2.  I am insanely stubborn.  I know this has been brought up before, but anytime there is any information about me being shared, this fact has to be mentioned as it is a core part of my personality.

3:  I have an unusual phobia of old food.  Certain food items in particular are the worst, such as milk and salad.  I know, I know, most people don’t like bad milk, but I really am kind of scared of it. If the expiration date is past due or even the same day I will make John open it, smell it, and taste it.  Wilted, dead salad that has gotten to that brown, liquidy phase is almost if not worse. One day I was cleaning out the fridge and grabbed a bag of spinach to throw in the trash. I pulled it out and threw it towards the trash in one motion and it was open, which I did not realize, and rotten, which I also did not realize.  All of a sudden there was rotting salad juice all over me and I was screaming at John, “GET IT OFF!  GET IT OFF!”  I could feel the one drop on my toe that he missed.  If I had access to a chemical shower, I would have used it.  

4: My belly button defies reason.  It was an inny.  I got pregnant and it fought and fought to stay an inny, far past when it should have.  When it gave up, instead of becoming an outy, like oh, gosh 99.9% of the population, it has just gone incognito.  It is trying to become a part of my belly.  It is totally flat and stretched out.  John says it looks like a bullet wound that has healed over.  It now looks like the scar it actually is.  

5: I secretly like 90210.  The old one.  I used to watch it when it was originally on and everybody was watching it so it was o.k. to admit to. But then, I found it on the SOAP network. I watched it.  It was such a great mind distractor in nursing school.  And then when I was working in the hospital.  I watched it further than anyone ever did. Like to when Donna and David got married.  Did anyone else in THE WORLD know that they got married?  They did.  In the last episode.  I even watched the new 90210, because I couldn’t help myself.  But it is awful.

6:  We are narrowing down names again, and actually have a couple we like.  That’s right.  This kid might have a name soon.

And broken rule #4.  I’m not tagging anyone.  Mostly because none of my friends have blogs. Or at least that I know of.  The couple that do (and I mean couple, maybe three) I’m pretty sure would hunt me down and fill my fridge full of spoiled milk and rotten spinach if I tagged them.  

I promise there are pictures coming soon for those of you who really only check in on the blog to see me expand.