Like, Hi Everybody! Welcome to my first blog for my new website. Don’t it look slick around here? My premiere task is to thank my web designer, Mr. Keith Jones, for putting this entire site together. I could never have done it on my own. In fact, I could never have found a website designer on my own. I needed Destiny to do that for me.

The world of websites has been a mystery that's eluded me for years. When I began down this road, it seemed like anyone could get a website, why couldn't I? Well for one thing, when I hear phrases like HTML, URL, servers and hyperlinks, I'm hypnotized into a coma. It was obvious I'd need a designer. But how in the world do you find such an enigmatic person? Talk about a mysterious mission.

Everyone I asked would offer up hot leads like, "I know a guy who knows a guy", or "my nephew did one for my mother-in-law, but now he's booked up with Little League", or even, "Yes! I've got a really hip, creative, designer who would be perfect for you!" and then you excitedly call the number, only to find it's been disconnected. At one point I nailed down a confirmed contact. We discussed design ideas. Just after we eliminated smiley faces and kittens, my guy took a job at a newspaper, moved to Phoenix, and that was the last I heard of him.

But some people have the website knack. After all, the web is crammed with websites made by all kinds of people who create hubs for their hobbies or entrepreneurial endeavors. Not too long ago I was driving deep in the back woods of Texas. By the side of the rutted road I spied a hand-painted sign, nailed to a tree for god's sake. "We've got your Goat. RollingRanch.com." What??? I went nuts in my rent-a-car, "GOATS??? HOW COME A GOAT FARMER CAN GET A WEBSITE AND I CAN'T!!!"

In 2006 my website dilemma was given a helping hand by, of all people, my direct next-door neighbor. He took a job at Web.com and turned my dream into a reality. Thank you Jeff! Four years later it became time for me to revisit the website issue. Jeff has long since moved away, and now I was back to trying to find a guy who knew a guy.

It’s not like I'm totally out of it. I'm actually a tad bit “up on things” as the great Cheap Trick would say. I'm heard daily on Sirius Satellite Radio! Dropping hints to my audience, subtle hints like, “Can somebody help me with my website?” proved fruitless. Stalking the computer lab at the Junior High School down the street seemed inappropriate. I’d just about given up hope.

Ah, Destiny. Destiny is an exacting mistress. She will often wait for you to be down to your last straw, then choose that moment to intervene.

Facebook was created. On a whim I made a Facebook Martha Quinn Page. Prompted by the death of Michael Jackson, one Mr. Keith Jones reached out on June 27, 2009. He concluded his message with: “Sorry for the long email, I’m sure you get many, but I felt like it’s something I should do.”

Destiny made you do it Keith! Little did we know the forces at work! Speaking of work, crazy how, less than a year later, your sweat and toil created this most awesome Martha Quinn location on the World Wide Web. I’m so glad Destiny whispered the command in your ear to communicate with one soon-to-be lucky Martha Quinn. You are a pleasure for my husband, Jordan, and I to work with, and we’re thrilled and amazed at your talent. Anybody need a site? I know a guy!