One of the Joys of Being 30

I was walking down the steps of my building and happened to see two guys on a couch and one of them (I didn't see which) threw garbage on the floor. They laughed, and one looked up who saw me walking down the steps. I mailed my letter (which was in a different direction), then went back and picked up their litter and asked if one of them dropped that. They pointed at each other. I tossed the litter in between them and let them deal with it.

My friend saw this go down, and she said, "Good for you."

I don't think I'm overstating what I did when I say that I'm a hero.

I learned that trick from my dad: don't accuse, just ask if they had dropped it. (Dad gave someone their garbage and innocently said, "Excuse me, sir, you dropped this," like he was being helpful.) I thought I would have to wait until I grew to be six-feet tall with a mustache before I could confront a litter bug. It's also convenient that I'm at school in a position with some authority. I don't know if I could do that on the street yet.

Yup, I'm a hero.

Incredulous

Frank is watching the Sarah Connor Chronicles. He doesn't understand how they have the money to stay in these different homes. I asked, "Of all of it, that's the part you find hard to believe?" He glared.

He's finding more things that aren't consistent with "The Story".

The Skeleton

(Did I get Kristina's attention?)

During er, the local news advertised that they had a news story about a skeleton that was found at a construction site and the information about the skeleton that may surprise me.

Luckily, the news led with this story. The bones were found at a construction site in Lexington. OK, now I'm more interested. Then, they mentioned where the bones were found--corner of Nelson and Randolph. I didn't think much of it. Then, I realized that that's the construction site that I walk past everyday on my way to school.

The skeleton appears to be a woman, possibly buried in the 18th or 19th century. They don't think there was any foul play. Bummer.

The Roanoke Times story is more understandable, but the WSLS story has pictures (sorry, no close ups).

I heard that there is a Cold Case episode loosely based on this event.

Comfort

We all have different definitions of when we feel comfortable. For Sydney, it's lying on her scratcher in the sun. Syd's head is lying on the floor in this picture. Dad says that Sydney looks like a cat who had the scratcher as a kitten and didn't realize that she outgrew it.

Jessie and Christian's Wedding

It was a lot of work (especially for Mom), but Jessie's wedding/vow renewal went well. I have some pictures from the wedding. Hopefully, more are on their way.

I bought a different dress than the one I talked about on the blog. It's not the best picture of me, but I've seen worse too:

Mystery Solved

Until I caught it on camera, I didn't know what Sydney would bawl about or look at in corners of the room. But, here it is, sitting on the brown chair on Christmas Day:

Tomorrow is the Big Day

Which means that Mom is going nuts, stressing out over little and big things; Jessie is taking the Germans to Gettysburg for shopping and site seeing; I need to shop for items that go with my outfit; and, Dad makes jokes (some funny, some not) along the way.