Time for a "Facelift"

Never able to sit still and extremely picky, I've been spending some of my time on the Injured Reserve working on configuring my blog.  Since I couldn't perfect the look via my old blog, I figured I needed to make bigger changes.  Hence, you can now find me here...
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