I’m not perfect. To be honest, I don’t really believe in perfection. I try (emphasis on try) to just live my life in a way that brings honor to God. And that’s OK with me.
All you ever wanted to know about me, and then some:
I’m a work in progress.
I love Jesus. He’s my rock.
There’s also three other important men in my life, who have my heart: my fiancé, my father and my Mo Bear.

The lovebug and I.
It’s taken 26 years, but I can finally admit that I am my mother’s daughter.
I constantly strive to improve myself and others around me.
I still haven’t learning I can’t fix everything, or everyone. But I can pray about it.
I believe in God and truly believe that everything happens for a reason. Cliché, yes — but one day we’ll look back and it will all make sense.
If you tell me no, I’ll do the exact opposite. (Seriously … ask Steven. Or my Mom.)
I’ve worked hard to get where I’m at and the drive that lives inside of me will never cease. Lately I’ve realized this more than ever.
I love to laugh so hard that I snort, but even more than that, I love to make my friends laugh.

My inspiration for fighting for breed discrimination against pitbulls.
Better yet, I love to make babies laugh. Best sound in the whole world, hands down.
If you lead me to a dance floor, there’s a pretty good chance that I’ll never leave.
And for as long as I can remember, I catch myself spontaneously choreographing a routine on the kitchen linoleum.
I can be extremely stubborn, but eventually I’ll crack because I hate to argue. But I’ll put up one helluva fight first.
Although I wear my heart on my sleeve, I cannot imagine not taking a risk for the sake of love, even if it isn’t guaranteed.
I find instant happiness just by looking at my pitbull Mo.
I’m blessed with a beautiful family and friends who show me the definition of love on a daily basis. I love them so much that I could cry.
I’m the girl who sings at the top of her lungs by myself in the car (and more than occasionally can be seen dancing as well).
I adore tattoos and would have many more if I didn’t think it would interfere with my career. Kinda hard to be taken seriously with FAITH stamped across your wrist …
I used to cuss like a sailor, but I’m (1) starting to see how unattractive it is and (2) getting old for just typing that.
I never thought I could fall for someone by reading their writing on political issues (politics make my head spin) — but I did. Vote for Steven!

My first child.
I have the best parents and brothers a girl could ever ask for.
I absolutely love impromptu road trips, especially when the destination is unknown.
I believe the best things in life are free.
I can people watch for hours on end.
I lost my liver several years ago at Chico State and haven’t found it since.
I listen to my music way too loud, which is probably why I’m hard of hearing.
I support the ASPCA and Best Friends, and if you don’t know what those are, I’ve made it real easy for you to look it up.

The heart that makes this blog beat.
I think it’s important to forgive, even if you can’t forget.
I’ll take Target over any piece of couture any day.
I. Am. Me.
I am looking forward to reading your blogs missy! Can’t wait to see what you are going to write about!
You are you and you are amazing!!!