Tagged

I got tagged, thanks Rachel. I'm supposed to write six random things about myself and tag six more people. I will try to write six things, but I'm not tagging anyone. I make the rules to suit myself.
1. I swear a lot. I am trying to work on it, because when the baby is born I don't want her first word to be #$&*. Brad and I have discussed the fact that I won't be able to talk in the car when I'm driving for the first 5 years of her life. Sad but true. I'm not a bit proud of this random tidbit about myself, but the first step is admitting you have a problem.
2. I, like Rachel, like to make lists, not crazy like my husband is about lists (he writes down some of the funniest stuff on his lists, like shave, but to me that is a given, sorry I dimed you out Brad). But I love crossing things off. I get a little happy when I get to throw a list away. But sadly most of the time, I just get sick of looking at the same piece of paper and just transfer a list to a new piece of paper, plus or minus a few things.
3. When I shave my legs I hate shaving my knee cap, I feel I'm gonna slice it right off. (Now that I see that in print, I think I am truly crazy)
4. I'm going to win the lottery, deep down I know I will, who cares if I only buy a ticket a few times a year, one of these days it will be my day. Jackpot.
5. I have this grand idea of getting organized and staying on top of things, notice I said idea, and not plan. Although I'm working on it. My desk is almost clear.
6. I always want a new purse, I'm never quite happy with the one I have. Doesn't matter if it is cheap or expensive, maybe that's all women. Pretty soon I won't have to worry about it for a while, I'll have a diaper bag that I will lug around, but I'll probably feel the same way about that.

Now those are truly random things about myself, That I'm sure your life would have been complete if you never knew them. Well I'm off to organize my list, %$#@ I forgot I have to shave my legs and get a lottery ticket. Where's my purse?