Time Marches

My little sister turned ten yesterday.
Ten!!
I cannot believe that my baby girl is in double digits. I vividly remember they day that my mom told me that I was going to have another baby sibling. I had just turned ten and my mom and dad called me and my siblings into the family room and said that they had a special announcement. This was the first time that I was really aware about what it meant to have a baby in the house. (I have been two and four when my other two younger siblings were born.) I decided on that day that I was going to be the perfect big sister to the baby. I hope I have succeded.

To my baby girl:
I love you more than you can imagine. From the day I first heard that another baby would be coming into our lives, I knew that I would adore you. When I first saw you in the hospital, your pink cheeks glowed and your tiny nails and perfect toes. I wanted you to be my baby. I am so proud of you and I love you much more than you can possibly imagine. I will always be your big sister and I will be there for you and love you. Always remember that you can call me whenever you want to.

Much, much love--
Your fan, supporter, and adoring big sister
Juliana (JuJa)

The Beginning

I wish I could have some groundbreaking, facinating insights or information to put on my first post. Unfortunantly, I do not. I am only writing this because I am attempting to avoid writing a paper. I really should just buckle down at this point, but I just cannot make myself. Ah, procrastination.
I actually do have something sort of interesting to put here that happened a few days ago. I was in a store here (a big city) and I saw one of the guys I went to high school with. I was really shocked to see him, because, of course I rarely randomly bump into people who I KNOW live in the city. Hell, I sometimes don't even connect with the people that I made plans to meet with. But this was different. When I saw Doug, I immediatly knew that it was him. He recognized me too. We started talking and it was actually quite nice. Not awkward at all. We had actually dated for about two months in high school, but there was no uncomfortable tension about that. Not like the time I was home visiting my family with a boyfriend in tow when we ran into one of my exes at the movie theater and through that conversation it became clear that he was not over me. He kept on making all these comments. It was quite bizarre. No actually beyond bizarre, it was horrible. Ugh. But I'm not going to think about that. But I really enjoyed talking to Doug. I hadn't seen him in three years. I know that this isn't that interesting, but I always enjoy seeing peple from the past.