UGH!

I was going to blog about resuming my beach Friday policy today. I was also going to tell everyone that the NKOTB concert was beyond fun. I guess I'll blog more next week when I get the pics off my camera. I was also going to mention how the blogs are slow going because I really am spending every free moment looking/applying for jobs for the two of us. So far the record is 14 applied, 0 calls. :-(

All my good blogging intensions where quickly changed when I called my husband this afternoon. First of all, let me say that there's a chance I could be partially psychic. I had a huge feeling he was going to get a call from a job yesterday. Didn't happen (that's why I said partially psychic). It may have happened today though. But it might not have. Confused? Yeah, so are we.

Ok, so Ryan didn't have his cell on him for like 5 minutes today and during that time he got a call. But they didn't leave a message. The number on his cell was from out of state. He looks it up online and it's a cell phone from an hour outside of Charlotte. Charlotte, where he's applied for two jobs at Speed Channel. One other item to note: he never gets random calls on his cell phone from telemarketers, so this is very rare. What are the chances it's from so close to the job, but it's just a wrong number? Why would a job call and not leave a message? Most importantly, how can we not drive ourselves crazy all weekend wondering if it was a call from Speed?