The Sound of Silence

     Today is a glorious day. It's a bit overcast outside but I don't care. Today I have the house all to myself except for the cats. These are my favorite kind of days. It's so peaceful and the silence is a breath of fresh air. My house is pretty quiet most days but today I have the house all to myself. The other two occupants are gone to town for the day. I cherish these days. Today the silence falls over me like a warm, soft blanket.

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.