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I have had so many problems with Blogger, I was ready to throw in the towel.  However, when I started looking around, I couldn't find anything as easy to navigate and use.  Even my favorite Apple application (iWeb) is shutting down in 2012, so I didn't want to move there and then have to relocate again.

Anyway, I thought that maybe I just needed to try anew with Blogger.  The title of the blog is the same, but the URL is different, so take note if you're still interested in reading.  If you DO read this, could you please drop a comment that you CAN leave a comment...just so I know that this blog works, and I can close the previous one.

Many thanks, and thanks for following,

Larisa

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  1. UnknownAugust 23, 2011 at 9:37 PM

    The comments seem to be working. I have left 2 already. I will update my computer to see your new blog.

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  2. AngieAugust 23, 2011 at 11:00 PM

    Reading, commenting, hoping it's working for you!

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  3. katrinaAugust 24, 2011 at 12:20 AM

    Hope you keep blogging! I look forward to reading your blog!

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  4. Angela BilgerAugust 24, 2011 at 12:37 PM

    Trying a comment....

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  5. AnonymousAugust 24, 2011 at 2:55 PM

    Does it work?! Yes!

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  6. Sarah MoranAugust 25, 2011 at 2:50 AM

    I thought I'd give commenting another try this morning . . .

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