Jessica Alba is an Idiot

But you knew that, I know.

Anyway, I'm not sure why she named her child HONOR (well, I am sure, but it's a vomitous reason--some James Bond villainess or something), but she did, so there you go. And, according to US, while Jessica is Latina, she herself does not speak Spanish. However, that does not stop her from wanting poor Honor from being bilingual. Which is all very noble and envy-inducing (I wish *I* spoke more than one language, and dork does not count!), but according to Jessica, she doesn't want Honor to even KNOW English before preschool.

A) How does Jessica propose to teach Spanish to her daughter when herself does not speak it?
B) How does Jessica propose to communicate with her fluent in Spanish but not English daughter if Jessica herself does not speak Spanish?

When Will There Be News?

Every time my phone beeps a text I anxiously check it. My sister's husband sent me an email and I frantically clicked on it, only to discover it was a (hilarious, don't get me wrong) video clip of the Wire. But enough about the Wire, I'm going to be an aunt!! When, you ask? Well...soon. Today. Tomorrow. This week. I don't know. According to my sister's calculations, today (September 29) was the due date. According to the OB, Thursday (Oct 2) is the date. All that we know is that soon she (yep, it's a girl!) will be here.

Given my somewhat cynical-natured self, I ordinarily would feel a bit foolish and defensive about the fact every time I try to put my thoughts about this process into words, I start crying. And I guess I DO feel embarrassed, a wee bit, about it. But just knowing it's something my sister has wanted for so long, and knowing it's almost here, and just imagining how it's going to be when she arrives and I get to see her grow and become the wonderful awesome happy person I know she'll be....it's amazingly cool.

You know what it is? It's the promise and possibility. It's knowing that I'm 35 now, and old (I'm kidding, sort of), and I've made choices and done things both good and bad...and knowing that there is going to be someone in our family to go through that all for the first time, it just makes me so emotional.

I know she is going to be loved, and happy, and beautiful. And I hope she holds on to that security she will have as an infant and not lose it to time and bad experiences and bad people. I hope that tears are transient but happiness and hope is everlasting.

And yes, this whole thing is flowery and sentimental, but....it's my sister. And her (almost born) baby!

So...um, do you hate me?

I know I haven't talked to you in ages. But it's nothing personal, really!! Life just sometimes gets all backed up and the idea of writing is overwhelming because if we were in touch regularly it wouldn't be so bad to keep you up to date...but when it's been two months, the idea of telling you everything that's happened just makes my eyes crossed.

Suffice to say it's been busy. Ultimately fine, but busy.

Skipping over things like my birthday and the start of a new school year, teaching is going pretty well this year. Like, I actually have control over my class and everything. And I had to do a presentation in a school today and even though they were all talking and talking and talking I didn't bust out in hives and want to throw up like usual. Look at me, learning and growing once more. Miss Alli moved here....um, at some point (beginning of July?) and it's been rocking like Bob. It's just great to have her around and another good friend to see on a regular basis. My niece will be born really, really soon. I went kayaking and parasailing on my vacation. I am, as always, struggling with staying on task and dedicated to exercising and eating well. And, of course, let's not forget such broad and generic things as "accepting myself as I am" and "living in the present, not looking too far into the future and getting stressed."

Hopefully I will be more dedicated to the task at hand...documenting my life on a semi-regular basis in a somewhat engaging and humorous way. One can always hope, at least.