Thursday, April 26, 2007

Here We Go

My son is often frustrated because when he gets interrupted he forgets what he was going to say. He says there are so many thoughts in his head at any given time that sometimes some of them just fall out. He's just like his mom, the poor kid.

Wait 'til he starts walking into rooms and forgetting what he went in there for. Or having the same conversation two or three times in the space of ten minutes. Nothing gives you confidence in your own brain power like starting a sentence and having your spouse say, "You just said that, Dear." Oops.

But I'm already way off topic.

We live in the Philippines. We've been here three years. I'm just now getting around to starting a blog about it, so that will give you some idea of my procrastination problems.

What's this blog thingie for? Not sure yet. A place to put down all those thoughts as they fall out of my head, maybe. A place where long-lost relatives can check in on us. Just as a warning ahead of time: we have long spans where nothing more interesting happens than we walk outside, remember that it's too hot to live, then go back inside and collapse in front of the air conditioner. Occasionally we'll take a trip together, though more often than not the dear husband takes trips for work and comes home jet lagged beyond all rational thought, while I hold down the fort with three kids and a horrible compulsion to stay up late and eat chocolate.

Life in Manila is...surreal. We'll talk details in another post. I wouldn't even know where to begin.

So that's us. I'm a blatant newbie and will be figuring this out as I go.

I'll adopt my brother's expression for signing off: Be good.

1 comment:

Helena said...

Cool! I want to see pictures!