Crazy times

I haven't posted since my birthday last week...It's been a crazy seven days. My blogging will pick up soon, I promise! Here's what has gone down since I last posted:

Let's see...I had a GREAT 28th birthday. My husband made me a delicious dinner and my carrot cake turned out so well. We went out for drinks at a bar that is quickly becoming my favorite place for a beer or glass of wine.

The next day was so bitter sweet. I got an e-mail in the morning saying that I DID NOT get the job that I've been interviewing for over the past two months. It really felt like a break up. Rejection hurts! But, we had dinner that night with several friends at a sushi joint that was very fun and effectively took my mind off not getting "the job."

The next day, hubby and I left to fly to Nashville to visit our favorite married couple and the plane had a hydraulics failure soon after we left Raleigh. Ummm...I don't like flying as it is, so this was not a pleasant experience for me. Even hubby got nervous when they asked the mother & baby in the front row to move back and then the pilot said over the loud speakers to expect an ambulance and fire truck to greet us as we land and, lastly, a flight attendant ran full speed to the back of the plane. After we landed (which was without incident, by the way) we were able to board another plane right away and got to Nashville just two hours late.

The weekend we spent at the Albrights was very fun and relaxing. It included pedis/manis, wine, beer, food, Star Wars Monopoly, Hobby Lobby (my new favorite place. Dear god, am I a senior citizen?!), Gran Torino, Florida State football and more sushi.

My best friend is very preggers at the moment and it was so fun spending time with her and kind of just witnessing the miracle of pregnancy. Seeing her so cute and big makes me very excited to have a baby myself. I did realize that part of the reason I wanted this job so much is because I know it would get me a little closer to being ready to have a baby (financially speaking, that is).

Anyway, on Monday night there was a murder next door. A MURDER for crying out loud. A woman was murdered by her husband and I heard the bullets. They actually sounded like loud knocking on the front door. I hear about murders on the news, I see them in movies and tv shows, but never, NEVER, have I been that close. I'm so glad they are moving from the neighborhood in a couple of weeks, though I know that kind of thing can happen anywhere.

Anyway, we flew back to Chapel Hill on Tuesday and I had to fly out again this morning to Tampa for a press conference tomorrow. I am so excited to fly home tomorrow and just veg this weekend...No murders, no airplane hydraulics failures, no AIRPLANES for that matter...Soo looking forward to it. I guess I'll keep sending my resume out...ugh.