| on Monday April 28, 2008 |
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I am a competitor and I love to win, ask anyone. I was challenged by a blogging peer of mine, Mr. Lady , to a "braiding competition" to formally be named the "Braid Off," and like any individual fueled by Coke Classic at midnight I accepted her challenge. After about a half dozen solid burps reality set in, what did I just agree to? Apparently, she is a champion braider where as I am just a lowly recruit in boot camp learning my way around brushes (some may call them horse brushes) the size of my children's heads, headbands, pony tails and yes--the occasional braid. So, sit back, enjoy my post modern production that shows off my braiding skills (or lack there of) and after you are done, head over to Mr. Lady's site (we posted simoultaneously--kinda cool) and watch her movie. This is a battle for the ages. Battle of the sexes. Man vs. Woman, Dad vs. Mom, Rookie vs. Veteran, Moron vs. Genius...well you get the point. Vote for who you think deseves to win by leaving a comment. Peace out.
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