So, as you all know, I once had pierced nipples...that was before the days of children & lactation and what not. Anyways, Jeff finally told me the other day that the rings always kind of freaked him out. So, I thought it would be hilarious if I went and got myself some fake ones and tried to convince him that I decided to go ahead and get them pierced again.
Anyways, here I am wandering around downtown chico, trying to burn off the fajitas that I just mawed on at Chevy's and, ta da! There they are, like a candle in the dark: Clip on Nipple Rings. I was so stoked!! I had to buy a pair so that I could take them home and surprise Jeff when he got home. I was absolutely sure that it would give him a coronary.
Knowing that he would be home soon, I went in the bathroom to try and attach my new gadgets to my nipples. I figured that, since the holes weren't completely closed yet, I could just kind of hook them in the sides and they would look good and real. However, there I was trying to pull these things open when it occurred to me that these puppies were going to go on tight. I thought that they would just look super real then. WRONG!! Those things squished my nipples into these little slivers and hurt like all hell. There is no doubt in my mind that getting them pierced again would have been less painful. Yowsa.

So, that was my bad investment for the weekend. My good investment is still my 457k plan...which, happily, my stocks went up again this weekend. I've kind of become obsessed with watching my stocks. Imagine that. I've always been obsessed with making (or avoiding losing) money, haven't I??

Eat Shrimp,
vette

So, I did not get the job...which means that Jeff & I will continue to be broke for a while longer. Not that we're broke right now but, after his trip to traffic court, he is broke and that means that the haze of brokeness will soon fall over me as well. How rude. I am going to email God and tell him that I am not happy about this whole thing. Oh well, at least the guy who interviewed me was friendly. He emailed me and said that I impressed the panel and that he thinks I have what it takes to succeed. It still sucks.

I found a fantastic new website: www.malebasher.com. Amazingly enough, my father sent me the link. It is scary that there are people out there who know me well enough to actually send me sites like this. Every time I read a joke about a woman doing something awful to a man, I just think of all the stuff I did to Chad. It still makes me laugh. That guy is a pig (wow...part of me hopes that he is reading this - Michelle, make it happen!!) I'm so glad I've got Jeff around. He's so the opposite of pig. ;O) Now that sounds interesting, doesn't it??

**sigh** Time for another fudgesicle....

always,
vette

God emailed me today. This is what he said:

"Your question:Am I going to get the job that I interviewed for this morning.
The word of the Lord:
You could really use an extra $1000 a month. Perhaps it would help
along your desires for marriage."

I think I'm frightened.

vette

I don't believe it, I got an auto-reply from God and this is what it said:

"Thank you for contacting me. As you may know, I receive millions of requests daily,
via email, phone, and prayer (p2g). If you do not receive a response in the next 24
hours please try again.

Thank you for your loyalty.

Peace be with you.

G"

How rude. And since when does God refer to himself as G? I thought that he had time to do everything...I guess that I am going to have to ask again tomorrow....for now, I will just have faith. :)

vette

So, here I am at work on Tuesday, and my stomach is doing flip flops. I think I need another fudgesicle. I had the interview that I have always wanted this morning, and I think that I did really really well....then again, I've thought that before. So, I'm keeping my fingers crossed. The way I figure it, I could really use the extra $1000 dollars a month so, I'm going to go to God's website and ask God if I am going to get the job. Unfortunately, I asked him some questions the other day and have heard nothing back yet. Maybe I pissed him off and he just doesn't feel like writing to me.

Hmmm... I'm going to go have a fudge pop. They're the best. They're made by this company called "The Skinny Cow". They're logo is this emaciated looking cow laying out with a little rope cinched around her waist. Us fat people need encouragement like that. Someday, I too will be a skinny cow. Whatever. I'm going to lunch.

Peace, Love & Penne Pasta,
vette

Hello everybody,

This is my first little blurb on my new blog. Wow, that sounds ridiculous, doesn't it?? Anyways, Tyler turned me on to this site as a way to put up all the annoying little things that happen in life so that you all can read about them and laugh at me, like you used to when I was around. I guess this is the newest form of living vicariously (you got that, Andrea?) so that you can all figure out how I keep myself from going stark raving mad while living in the middle of nowhere with my new little family (You all remember Jeff & Nevin, right?). Hope that I am not as dull as I sometimes fear that I am (I'm certainly not as exciting as I used to be). Still, even though this won't be about raging all night parties it will have it's fair share of puking and what not--it will just be on account of the flu or my son eating vaseline, both of which happen fairly often. Come back and read the saga of my newfound motherhood, kay??

always,
vette