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So, I thought I would try this -- blogging.  Years ago, this would not have even been in the dictionary.  I should have known, though.  My oldest son, the computer geek of the family, wanted to play "puter" from the early age of 3.  In those days we had DOS and a hard drive all of 85 mb of disk space.  And he played Putt Putt and KidPix.  Now he's a Network Technician, bringing in close to $50 grand a year.  He's 23.  Just got married.  Just bought a house.  I think the early investment paid off, don't you?  

I have a middle son who plays with bombs and robots.  He's in the Army.  Very good at what he does.  Well, he better be, anyway . . . he gets no second chances.


The youngest one is a college student.  He plans to be a teacher.  I hope they teach spelling in college.  Really, he's a great kid . . .  They all are.   


I do have a husband.  He is the father of my three boys.  He's a farmer.  We grew boys.  Dogs.  And a cat.  We also really grow crops.  No other animals, though, beyond the kids, dogs and cat.  Thank goodness.

I love to quilt.  Hence, the title of my Blog - From a Needle's Perspective.  From my Bernina in my sewing room, my needle looks out the window to a wonderful eastern view.  There are trees shading the window.  There is a field of grass beyond the fenced yard.  Really, there is no yard.  I mean, think about it.  Does the mechanic's car run?  Does the cobbler's children have shoes?  Does the grass farmer have a yard?  No.  No.  And . . . no.  But the view is nice, nonetheless.  Just look beyond the fence.


The other side of the needle sees a very organized sewing room.  There's a tv on the wall above the ironing board.  I like to watch Discovery ID.  All the crime shows you can want, 24 hours straight.