I Am 30!

Last year I wrote a post about my Thirtieth Year, how I was impatient to wait for my actual 30th birthday so I was going to celebrate my Thirtieth Year and be awesome already when I hit 30. Awesome is a word open to interpretation, but I do think it is a continual state of being and aspiring to and not something you achieve and then you're good (sort of like happiness or living the gospel or Candy Crush Saga levels or eating healthy). So am I "already awesome" as I turn 30? I think I'm doin' alright. :)

Young'uns

Today I went to a presentation of Washburn marketing students. Their project for the year was to do a market analysis of Topeka Metro. It was awesome that we were talking about buses and getting people to ride them and how we change the bad perceptions of public transit (unsafe, expensive, uncertainty of how to ride). But man, being around them made me, for the first time really, feel old. I'm turning 30 tomorrow, and here were these sophomores and juniors, just young'uns really, talking about how their generation is more into mobility and using transit. Even though I'm a part of their generation, I felt so much older than them.

Still Alive

I'm still alive and kickin' here in Topeka. I have been busy and lazy. Last week was busy and this week is shaping up to be even more busy. I even have taken some work home with me tonight because there isn't enough time in the day. Yeah, I feel like a working professional now. Can I go back to being a slacker student with a simple job and random assignments?

Seriously, though, I like what I'm doing and Topeka isn't so bad. I'm adjusting.

Old Foto Friday

I've just now set up my printer, even though I moved in six weeks ago. So I can now begin again with Old Foto Friday.  My mom turned 60 a few months ago and went through a ton of old photos of my mom to make a collage. This was one of them and I really loved it. The original is in color but I used that for the scrapbook I made for her. My mom is just a little younger than me, so it's the late 70s in this picture.

A Sad End

Saturday morning Biscuit jumped off the bed and it woke me up (to jump off she likes to crawl over me instead of just going where it's open). I then had to go to the bathroom, and as I walked back to my room I saw some lights through the blinds. I peeked through and looked down on the street below. There, in the dark and rain, I saw two cop cars and my car smushed against a truck, outside the parking lines, with a red car pushed against it on the other side. Not having my contacts in I sort of just stared for a bit and wondered if it was true.

It was true. It was raining early in the morning and the person driving didn't have working windshield wipers. He slammed into my car, which caused my car to slam into the truck parked next to mine. I think the truck caused the most damage.

When the cops were saying that the car was probably totaled, I nearly broke down in tears right there on the street. I didn't, and was composed enough to call my insurance company. I surprisingly didn't cry, either, when I called my mom to tell her the news. I actually didn't cry at all, I think because I knew there was no way it was going to change anything. I could sit and lament that fact that my car could've been parked in a different place if I had not spent the night before watching Mad Men and had ran my errands instead and then wouldn't be in this mess. I'm one of those people, though, who thinks that everything happens for a reason.

Afton and I have been through a lot over the years, from a new timing belt to a flat tire to being stolen to running out of gas  to dying on the freeway off ramp and then towed to Kansas behind my U-Haul. She has nine lives, and sadly this was her last one. She was awesome and I will miss her.