does mrs. bennett know i have a blog now mum?

There’s something here you don’t get in a post on Mashable or TechCruch, CNN, MSNBC, CBC, CityTV, CTV, MTV and all those other newsy post all the time guys. You get a story.  I think I should tell more stories. I like to live them out as I try to remeber what really happened. It’s hard to think of them but when I do, I gotta write it down. Ideas only last so long.

How do I send from Blackberry? I’m addicted to bloggging.

I’m addicted to my blog I think.  Is there a cure for that yet? 

 My hand graces my forehead as I mumble Yeah Casie, a job as a writer…

I came to the warehouse to work and write a bit. Theres something about being here that makes me feel so at home.  When I was little Dad had a big industrial space for the hot rod shop. It smelled like tool box, wheels and work. The 32′ they build had huge Mickey Thompson tires that came up to above my waist at the time. 

 The home garage always had cars in it too and on the weekends Dad and his friends would push them onthe street and the driveway and work on them with their shirts off. Mum would bring out a a couple beers and we helped make lunch.  She was always dressed so stylish. All  the kids played in the backyard on the swing set with sun and hats and the sprinkler. 

It says “you become what you think about“.

I’m happiest when I write things

and  I like when you read it.