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Cami Kaos

10 Nov 2007 — 1 min read

A while back I held a little contest in order to hand out the Break Out Blogger Award I received from Jo. It was a whileeeeee back. I did choose the winners, my dad and Sybil rocked the challenge with great entries, each very different about something they had broken. My dad's was a touching look back at his earlier years, Sybil's was chaotic and full of broken shit. I loved them both.
But what did they win?

I offered them the choice of a customized Break Out Blogger Award or a Cami designed header for their blog.Sybil chose the header:

What do you think? Very Sybil yes? What matters is that she likes it. You do like it right???As for my dad, he chose the award and he sent me a little picture to help put me on the right path for an award just for him...

The image spoke for itself really, all I did was add the words.

So congrats to my dad and Sybil and thanks for all the patience.xoxo - CamiKaos

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