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Cami Kaos

02 Oct 2007 — 1 min read

It's the day for things n' stuff.Stuff that I need to address with all of you.Important matters.Important.. to whom?To me.First and foremost a little thank you to Miss J o for a lovely little bit of bling bling for my bloggy here:

Break Out Blogger award! Oh yeah! I won it. An award. That is now mine. She specified something about my vlog. So yeah, I've done a couple. It's mine now.Who wants it? Do you? Or you? Or maybe you? A while back The Holmes held a contest to see who wanted an award he had to give out... I liked that, I liked it a lot... I lost of course but I still thought it was pretty damn cool so that's what I'll be doing... making you work for it.Want it? Don't care? Whatever, try to win it... if you do I will custom redesign the break out blogger award for YOUR blog. For you. If you want I can even put your face in it. I will consider requests and everything...Now, how shall you try to sway me to win said custom bloggy bling?I want you to tell me a story. What kind of story? The story of the best thing you ever broke of course, or broke through... This is the BREAK OUT blogger award after all. So tell, tell. Leave it in my comments, send it to me in e-mail or make it a post on your own blog, but if you do that make sure to let me know so I can check in for the judging. You have until Monday to impress me with all the broken down glory!!And now for something else I want... questions I can answer.I had 3, but one kind of worked itself out it seems so that leaves me with 2 completely random and unrelated questions to answer on my video blog this Friday. Does anyone else have something to ask? Email me at mommifiedme at gmail dot com.Okay? Okay.

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