The little car that couldn't and how I came to be with Ted

I once had a car I named “Betsy” that I didn’t like very much. But my parents gave it to me, and I just couldn’t  say “No thanks” to a new car, let alone a canary yellow Chevy Chevette , that screamed “Look out! I cannot accelerate to the appropriate speed to merge onto highway traffic!” It was the same color as a Warning Sign come to think of it.

Betsy wasn’t exactly new. My Mother had driven her badly for years. Cars have a way of taking on the personality of their owners, just like dogs. This one had erratic behavior, was prone to mood swings, and had periodic hot flashes.  Such a temperament isn’t exactly likable, but Betsy did get me from Point A to Point B well enough, albeit at her own pace.

Truth in Blogging (and creating labels for Searchability)

The truth is I don't really know what I am doing. I thought all I had to do with a blog was to write something interesting,  informative or funny, and readers ( like you) would find me. Not true. To gain readership I have to be relate-able - meaning you know just what I mean and can relate to me.  You connect.  There's nothing more important than that! (Keep reading, we're about to get into bed together.)