I'm not a library book, but you can still check me out.

So I figured since I have some new neighbors (readers), I would tell you a little about myself.  I lured you in here with a clever title (thanks, Winn), and now as your eyes peer down at the images, your interest is piqued, is it not?  And even moreso now that I used the word piqued.  You know it.

What do you need to know about me?  I'm Vanessa.  Next month, I will officially be in my mid-30s.  I am not scared of 34.  34 is a good number.  It's good on my bra, it's good on my hips.  It's gooood.

I am a SAHM.  If you sounded that out and you're wondering what a sahm is, that stands for stay-at-home-mom.  I have two girls, one is 6 and the other is almost 3.  I love my girls.  LOVE THEM.  I don't often write about them here because... Well, look at the name of my blog.  I don't want this to ever be a true story for me, so I pay attention to other things in my life, especially...


The Husband.  I have been married to The Husband for 7 years now, and I want to keep him around for many, many more.  Many, many, many, many.  Many.  (And I typed so that there would be 7 of those.  I don't like the number 6.  I don't know why.)  Over the past couple of years, I've focused a lot on trying to be a better wife (and mom).  I read a lot of books, went to several Bible studies, etc. 

Somewhere along the way, I realized that maybe, just maybe, if I paid more attention to my relationship with God, and improved upon that, then everything else would kind of fall into place. 

*lightbulb*

What else do you need to know...  I'm kind of vain, but I'm also realistic.  I know some things are never going to change -- like the sharpei puppy look I have going on across my mid-section.  I gained 65 and 75 pounds with my pregnancies, and my stomach got BIG.  One day I will post pictures of me as the Stay-Puft Mashmallow Mama, because I know some of you think I'm exaggerating.  I'm not.  I got so big the first time, that one day when our Yorkie was a puppy, I took her out to do her business and I thought I lost her somehow.  Turns out she'd just run under my tummy and I couldn't see her.  I just kept turning around looking for her, and she just kept scurrying near my feet that I hadn't seen for a couple of months. 

So yeah, no matter how slim I am, my tummy is a mess, and it will remain as such unless I opt for some kind of surgery, and that ain't happening.  That's okay.  I have nice legs, so somehow it balances out.

I love makeup and jewelry.  I do not like getting pedicures and manicures.  I like to shop when I have money.  I love to read.  I like going to movies.  I can say the alphabet backwards pretty fast and I can tie a shoe with one hand.

So that's me.  Christian woman, wife and mother.  I am incredibly imperfect, but I'm always working on it.  Not perfection, but doing the best I can with what God gave me, and being the best of all that I am for Him.  Get it?  Got it.  Good.