I’ve finally created a blog site! yehey! thoughts are running feverishly in my mind right now. I’m so excited to fill in the blanks here with words that will showcase the real me, my take on things under the sun, and how people react to what i have to say.

I think this blogging thing will give me a therapeutic feel. Unloading… you know, releasing excess baggage, at the same time, absorbing new ideas and then developing new perspective.. Hmmm, that would be real nice.

Too serious? Nah. I’ll try not to add wrinkles to my readers’ brows. Nor to mine. (massage.. massage)

BTW, I am Yanie from the Philippines. ( Yes, that third world country right there just a little below the equator .) I have 3 kids and 1 husband who gave me 5 years of generally happy marital experience. My kids are all girls. Alab Jianmari is 5 years old. She just finished her first ever year in school, with a citation for being an outstanding pupil. Naturally, we were there on her big day. ( Let me tell you later about that day cuz I do have some comments re our barrio captain – that’s village head for you, my friends in the western world.:) ) Anyway, my second child is Red Arizabeth. She’s 3 years old, very bright and very quarrelsome with her older sister. Yes. She would pinch Alab anytime she likes. Or grab her by the hair. Or hit her with anything she gets her hands on. Cruel. But, i guess, it will pass in due time. They tell me, second children normally relate like that to first-borns. Is that true?

My youngest, folks, is a thin-haired, chinky-eyed, wiggly chubby little baby. She’s 6 months old and the apple of our eyes. She smiles and we blush. She shrieks and we giggle. She poops and we shout at each other. ” Hey, change daipers!” Little Arvi Rain farts like her father. She emits carbon dioxide that smells so bad, you would want to puke. ( ok, ok. exaggerated.)####

Got to end this for now. Got to go to city hall later. see ya next time!