Patrick Pine Is My Father

     Years ago I joined Ancestry and it's been quite the ride. It all started when I decided to find out more about my biological father, Patrick Pine. I never met the man. All I knew was he was an Ojibway Native from Cutler, Ontario. My Mom refused to speak about him and the rest of her family kept quiet. I always felt that it was a dirty little secret that stained the Mousseau name. It wasn't the fact that my mother married a Native man that brought shame to the family. It was because my mother had two children while she was married to him that were not his. There's a name for that.

Slightly Strange

     I'm feeling quite happy about my decision to use my blog as my journal. It's been a long time coming and I really don't understand why I didn't do it sooner. I was trying way to hard to follow all the so called rules from other bloggers. You have to have a niche. Your posts shouldn't be to short. Your posts shouldn't be to long. The list goes on and on. Who wants a plain white page because that looks more professional, when your creative side wants color and whimsy. Screw it. My readers will get what I like. I don't want my blog to look like everyone else's, I want it to be mine, a wee bit weird. I've been told all my life I'm different so why should I change now. I like the way I am. On a good day I can make people laugh. On a bad day I can make them cower in the corner or run for cover.

Daily Journal

     I spent a lot of time pondering my question from Tuesday, "Do I really want to put my journal posts online?" Well why the hell not? I don't have hundreds of readers coming in to read my words of wisdom. The important question is, "Do I care?" Not really. I'm going to write everyday regardless of whether someone comes in to read it or not.

Over Here @ Crazy Lady Lane

     I've seriously been wondering if I actually have what it takes to be a writer. I don't know how many blogs I've started and then abandoned. Writing in my journal everyday is one thing but a full out blog, I just don't know. I don't want to put my journal online. That would be so boring. Who wants to hear about the life and times of some old doll living in northeastern Ontario. Come on lets face it, my days are not filled with daily adventures and exciting moments. I'm really quite ordinary. Oh every now and then I get a bee in my bonnet but those times are few and far between. I have to admit, over here at Crazy Lady Lane, there isn't much happening. Basically it's pretty boring.

You Are Not Alone

     The day has barely started and I can already see where this is going. I didn't fall asleep until after 4:00 am and then I woke up at 7:15 all bright eyed and bushy tailed. Here it is 9:30 and now I'm ready for bed. This is going to be a long day. I had so many plans for this weekend. One short trip to the city yesterday and today I'm toast.

     As you can tell I'm not a city person. When I go to the city I would much rather park the car and take a bus to where I need to go. Thank the powers that be I have my own personal chauffeur. The hustle and bustle drives me crazy. The stupidity drives me around the bend.