An Update, Bullet-Style

You know that I'm officially back in the corporate world when I decide to do a blog update in bullets. If I had PowerPoint capabilities, perhaps I would create a few slides with some fancy charts.

Alas, it is Sunday night and I'm worn out. However, I made a promise to myself that I would get back into the blogging swing again this weekend. I'm not even sure where to start, so let's dive right in:

• Two weeks ago, my stepson visited us from Florida for a week. The visit was great, but mid-week I found myself sidelined with a cold. Or so I thought. Turns out it was a sinus infection. I've had the pleasure of taking Z-Pak and sitting at my desk for four days in a row, totally nauseous out of my mind. Talk about miserable.

• Jeff and I went to Chicago last weekend for the first time since we moved back. It was absolute heaven! I shopped like a madwoman at Water Tower for the afternoon. On a related note, would someone tell me what the hell has happened to Macy's--formerly my beloved Marshall Field's--at Water Tower? It's become such a pit hole!

• We came back from Chicago {my birthday weekend!} to discover that flowers had been delivered while we were away. The neighbor kid a few doors down brought them over. I was so surprised! Aren't they pretty?

From my brother- and sister-in-law, and Andi, my blogging buddy!

• There is something going on this weekend in our new little town called "The Celebration". When I asked my co-workers what is The Celebration, and what exactly are we celebrating, I got a couple of nasty glares, like, don't knock The Celebration till you try it, bitch. Well, let me tell you a little secret about Missy: I don't do crowds. Thankfully neither does Jeff unless it's a Phish concert. So, we stayed home this weekend and it was blissful. There is nothing I hate worse than rubbing bodies with strangers in 90 degree+ heat! Apparently Richard Marx is the headliner for tonight at Le Celebration...thanks, I don't need to pretend to be 15 again!

• Today I went for a manicure to this little Vietnamese-owned place in the mall near my house. I found a girl there I like, and she also did a decent job waxing my eyebrows. As us girls know, if you find someone you like, you stick with them. Well, Kim was off today so I ended up with a new person...who spoke not a word of English. She was pressing on my nails too hard and didn't understand what I was telling her. Then, after I hand her the light pink shade of OPI polish for my nails, she proceeds to apply the French white tips and then a clear coat, presumably the base coat. Suddenly she's all, " OK! You done!" {I lied, apparently she does speak English.} Then I'm all, "What about the pink polish?" And she's all "Ahhhhh!!!" And I'm all "I want the pink polish." And she's all "Top coat on, we do it again." WTF? I left there completely aggravated. Lesson learned, if Kim is out, don't go!

• Finally, I was standing near our kitchen sink the other night, eating an Oreo {the reduced fat kind, I swear}, staring at one of the kitchen cabinets. Suddenly I felt like something was watching me! A chill went down my spine when I realized that there is the distinct pattern of a face in the knot of wood within the cabinet. Am I crazy, or do you see what I'm seeing?

See?

Here's the same cabinet {on the left} from far away...

Have a good week bloggie friends!