The one where I grovel....

Here I am on bended knee, palms to the sky, with a look on my face that hopefully mirrors a cute yet sad little vulnerable puppy dog? It's kind of fitting and timely, this being another year of a presidential election, that I'm here on my new blog stumping for followers! The Lords of Google have strongly suggested that this is the next logical step on my road to blogging legend. Let's review the steps up to this point, shall we? Step one....have something original to say, and more importantly a desire and a willingness to share it with the legions of society. Check. Step two....develop an iron clad stubborness that allows you to forge ahead even when every single person is either bored by what you have to say, or finds it to be pure crap.....check(I hope?). Step three....turn to one of the media powerhouses and take full advantage of the whole "free blogging" extravaganza.....huge check. Step four....wake up one day and realize that you actually have to WRITE stuff....check. Step five...beg any and all family and friends to sign up and be followers and by doing so, start the chain reaction that leads to my first and most cherished group of fans?? That's where you all come in. There are a zillion blogs out there. I realize that. I'm aware of the fact that everyone with a computer and a spare hour has some sort of blog, some sort of something that just has to be said. I want to be better, I want to be different. Statistics suggest that I won't be. Logic dictates that I'll be one of the zillion and will blend into the fabric of what is a thick and outdated carpet of muddled and overused words. None of that matters to me. I'm intoxicated by what awaits around the corner. Think of it like a runaway train. I'm huge on the train references. Me and Jon Bon Jovi!! Seriously, listen to the man's brilliant lyrics...tons of train references. I want to cram that train with as many passengers as I can fit into it! The more the merrier. A train ride suits me. I will always, and I mean always have one and a lot of the times, two....feet firmly planted in the past. Ride the train with me. Please!! Follow me, I'll follow you. Follow me, I'll pay you? Granted, it won't be much, but....I'll keep track! Follow me and maybe I'll do the Taylor Swift thing and write a song about you? Follow me and i'll remember it forever.