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I changed my blog template. Do you like? Does anyone even come here anymore or do we all just use google reader (other than my mom, who I know comes to see the comments :)?

I have to blog about more and unexpected changes in my plans that have occurred this week. But I'm waiting for tomorrow to happen first.


The End.

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  1. I like the changes! I liked what you had before too, but it's also nice to change things up once in a while.

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  2. Anonymous7:30 AM

    New Template? - it makes the text a lot harder to read. I do like the background though - could it be reduced in intensity?

    Rest assured your Mom is not the only family member following your blog.

    vanman91

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  3. I still come here! :)

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  4. Beth, I disagree with vanman and think this template is easy to read except for the book in the bottom left corner. That is easily resolved by scrolling, so it is not a big deal. I enjoy reading your blogs, your tweets, and other peoples comments - keep writing, please!

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  5. Just watched "Should I stay or should I go?". Definitely the video for you today.

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  6. Sarah4:48 PM

    Ditto everything vanman wrote.

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  7. Just saying I still show up on the actual blog.

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  8. Big Brother9:49 PM

    I show up here when Jenn brings me here for interest. She still reads it regularly. I am of the opinion that the book makes it hard to read and isn't entirely defeated by scrolling.

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