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Friday, July 29, 2005

"Today.. is an important day"

My youngest son shared this tidbit with me today in his squeaky, yet confident voice as he was getting dressed. He officially turned 8 today.

Happy Birthday Lewis!

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Thursday, July 28, 2005

Full House

Remember the show Full house with Bob Saget, John Stamos, Dave Coulier and those twins? Back in the 80's, this show was clearly not intended from my demographic. When this show was on the air, I was already a young adult. Nothing about this show appealed to me. Nothing. Not even "Uncle Jesse". He was HOT on 'General Hospital' as "Blackie" but lost all of his "cool" points on 'Full House'. Suddenly, it was as if he was never was cool, cute want-you-to-be-my-boyfriend-Blackie Parrish. He'd stumbled heavily into "dork-dom" as far as I was concerned.

Today, my kids have re-discovered 'Full House'. They have even make us rush home from family outings to catch an episode of this stupid ass show. It's actually cute to see the two of them running lines, trying to tell me about the story line or one telling the other, "Hurry up, 'Full House' is on!" My husband and I can't even remain in the room when the show is on. It's THAT annoying.

My son's brithday is coming up and I've purchased the first season of "Full House' on DVD as one of his gifts. What was I thinking? I also bought him Season 1 of "Fresh Prince of B'lair" as he calls it.

My kids are now aware of Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen as young adults today, but my youngest struggles with that fact that little Michelle on 'Full House' used to be one person and now she's two people. He's baffled. He's stopped trying to gain understanding. Early on, before he knew who Mary-Kate and Ashley were, he did ask about the baby that plays Michelle, "why did her real-life parents give her the middle name 'And'?"

Kids are fun!

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Thursday, July 21, 2005

Sucky airport security and scary men

Apparently, you can get more things cleared through airport security if you toss a few tampons in your purse before going through. I realized I had some Mrs. Grossmans tweezers in my purse after we boarded the plane. They're pretty sharp. I guess they were too afraid to go digging to see what the potential weapon was in my purse. Heaven forbid they save the plane from being hijacked because they might have to touch the outer wrapping of a tampon. Why are men so afraid of feminie products?

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Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Back to Africa

Sorry for all of the entry titles that reference movies. It's just seeming to work out like that. There is no grand scheme to sell you old VHS tapes or anything. I promise. Purely concidence.

I'm trying to relax my way into this vacation. I started packing last night. We leave tonight. I never pack early--usually a couple of hours before I depart. It's how I avoid over-packing. The longer that luggage sits there, I swear I can see the top of it opening, like a mouth and speaking to me: "I'm still hungry and there's room for more. Feed me! You never know, you may need those lime green shoes with orange piping. You know, the ones with the thick heals. Come'on!"

Anyway, I'm all packed and ignoring my luggage right now. It's talkin' and I ain't listening.

Anywayzzzzz...It's going to be humid in Florida, on the ship and in the Bahamas, so I am most concerned with "the hair". I made no plans for "the hair". What was I thinking? I thought about braids and just wasnt in the mood to get it done. I'm regretting that lack of proper decision making right about now...I will be arriving in Florida tomorrow morning and as soon as I step off that plane, "the hair" is gonna head right back home. Oh, it'll still be attached to my head, but it will vacate and resemblance of the unnatural texture that I just dished out $60 for. My hair will effectively "go home", back to it's natural roots. It will not appear straight at all. It will get a little afro-licious, but not get all Angela Davis on me.

The only remedy will be putting it in a tight bun after getting out of the shower every morning. No blow drying, no curling iron-why bother ?? A hairstyle wont last a solid minute in humidity..at least for me it wont. So there will be no hairstyle for the trip. That's ok.

I remember, when I was 14, I went to Texas with my family for vacation-my parents are from there. Before we left the house, my mother straightened, or pressed my hair. My hair was stick straight. Nothing, and I mean nothing should have been able to alter my hair after that straightening. We took a red eye and arrived in Dallas at 5am. Now this is before airports had the nice jetways, where you step off of the plane, and go into the portable tunnel into the airport terminal. No, they pushed steps up to the plane and you walk down onto the tarmac, like the President or something.

So, we arrive at 5 am--mind you. The crew opens the plane doors and you could physically see the wave of heat rolling into the plane, like heat coming off of the blacktop pavement. It looked like water. I remember, standing there looking at the heat wave roaring towards me like a monster in a Creature Feature movie. I thought about my hair, but I was confident. I even considered laughing at the Heat Monster. "HaHaHa HaHa!!" I thought, my mother did such a good job straightening my hair, she sent my hair to Asia with that straightening comb. Little did I know, as soon as the Heat Monster reached my hair, it sent my shit straight back to Africa.

Who the hell lives someplace where it's THAT hot at 5am? The sun set, like 10 hours ago. WTF?

Before I even stepped off of the plane, my brother was looking at me with that "question mark face", like "What the hell ??" Actually, it was more of a "WTF ?" look, honestly.

I'm prepared for this trip. I have hair ties in my purse and will pull my hair up and tie it down before we even get off the plane. I'll be ready...Hopefully I'll remember to take before and after shots.

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Sunday, July 17, 2005

Sundays with Erma

My Grandmother doesn’t remember me…My Grandmother, or as I have always called her, "Erma", doesn’t know who I am. I grew up with Erma. She was always there in my life. For a while, she lived with us. I must have been between the ages of 4 and 6. I loved having her right there in our home. She referred to my brother and I as "Grandmommie’s Poompie" or just "Poompie" for short. When she wasn’t living with us, my brother and I would beg to spend the weekend at Erma’s. Now I go to visit her once and week. Every week. Sundays. I sit with her, we listen to music and she reminisces about her days long ago in Texas. I had never realized that Erma likes the Carpenters and some country music too. When I arrive, she seems so happy to see me and when I speak, I am quickly reminded that she has no idea who I am.

You see, Erma, my Erma has dementia. We noticed the first signs about the same time that my son, Lewis was born about 8 years ago. Initially, she was having episodes where she was imagining children in her apartment. On one occasion she left the kitchen sink running and it overflowed and soaked all of her carpets. We never found out the specifics why that happened. Eventually we moved Erma out of her apartment. The landlord didn’t want the liability of having an older woman falling down the stairs of her second story apartment. I was glad she was "evicted". The thought of Erma falling down those stairs gave me nightmares.

Fast forward to today, and I sit down on her bed at the Convalescent Home right next to her wheelchair and just watch her as she speaks. She seems to ramble in incomplete sentences and I hear phrases like "Ovah there by dat’ gurl", "Oh, he’s a crazy old foo’!" "Is that Safeways?" (Her apartment complex used to be behind a Safeway grocery store and she always referred to it as "Safeways") Sometimes I hear cursing and sometimes I see fear and anger in her face. She has stories to tell, but she doesn’t even know them herself. Her head can no longer make heads or tails of what’s locked in there.

The only person that Erma seems to know who they are is my mother. She asks for her by name. She’s also comforted when she hears that my mother is coming to visit. My mother is there visiting about 3-4 days a week. She takes such good care of her mother. Combs her hair, does her laundry, brings her anything she needs. Makes sure to bring flowers every now and then and brings her cards for holidays.

She is physically strong enough to walk, she simply doesn’t remember how. About two years ago, my mother was visiting Erma at the convalescent home and Erma slipped and fell. She fractured her hip and had to have surgery to put a pin in her hip bone. She was on bed rest for a few weeks and when it was time for physical therapy, her brain no longer knew how to tell her legs to how to walk.

My boys don’t like to go to the home to see her. They say it stinks there and there are a lot of old people there. They also say, their Great Grandma (I made sure they refer to Grandparents by their title) won’t remember them. I’m quick to remind them, "she may not remember you… But YOU will remember her."

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Just me, playing with video. If you were here yesterday, yes! There was an annoying Mike Jones video. I couldnt stand it anymore. I hope you like this one. I always have to hear this song from beginning to end. I love the lyrics.

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Saturday, July 16, 2005

Driving Miss Crazy

I should never allow my husband to drive when the rest of us are in the car. My husband drives calmly and cautiously, but for the life of me, I dont know why he takes curves and corners so fast. It's as if the turning steering wheel is pushing his right foot further into the accelerator. I'm always reminding him that the rest of us in the car DO NOT have a steering wheel to hang onto for these curves and corners. Geeeezz! It'd be nice if he stopped slinging us about the vehicle. I can actually hear the kids butts moving across the leather in the back seat when he turns. True story: on one occassion, he made a left so fast and furious, my face actually smacked the passenger side window. So unnecessary.

He also "drives by Braille" on the freeway. You know, driving on the lane divider bumps. It's not like he does it for a second or two or five. Oh no. There is enough time on the bumps for me to pause, then turn to stare at him for like, 5 seconds and then ask if he can get off the bumps. Strangly enough, it's as though he doesnt even realize it. He usually says "Oh. ok." WTH ?? As if a request was required to get off the bumps. I truly believe, when he's in the car by himself, he rides the bumps whenever possible.

He also has bad habit of not getting into the correct lane to turn or exit until the very last minute. We make so many U-turns when he is driving. "Oh, well. I cant get over. I'll just go up a bit and make a U-turn."

"Dude, BOGART your way in there. No one is gonna hit this big ass vehicle. If they do, that's fine. We're insured."

The parking lot is always an adventure. Especially in a nearly empty lot. He drives around and around trying to find that perfect spot. He's always estimating what kind of car is going to park next to us. How?? I continue to be dazzled and baffled by this. I mean, we fling this vehicle down the freeway in excess of 90 mph at times and he's overly cautious with parking?? I often wonder what the people in the store think as we pull into the lot, circle the lot, park, back up, circle some more, brake, back up, go forward, pull into a spot, back up, then re-pull into that very same spot.

He will turn on his blinker religiously to change lanes, then takes a lifetime to turn it off. I always figure eventually he will make a left turn. If he doesnt turn it off, make another lane change or turn in a reasonable time I'll start singing "Blinkaahh Maaaaaaannn! He's Blinkaaahh Maaaaaannn!!!" That usually does the trick. Ten seconds later .. dink dink .. dink dink.. dink dink....

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Thursday, July 14, 2005

i miss my old neighbors

I'm so sick of these new neighbors, I could spit. The mother and the "father"dude had a fight outside, in front a couple of weeks ago. He was calling her all kinds of bitches and ho's. It was crazy. Then the "father" dude comes over and asks my husband to drive him to Milpitas (pronounced Mil-pee-tahs) it's the city just north of us--at least 20 minutes in no traffic. My husband's response: "no". I mean, come on man, we dont even know your name. Hey, why dont you have your "bitch" drop you off. Or better yet, the bus on the main drag right here, will take your ass to Milpitas. A few nights later the "father" dude was ringing our doorbell at 10:30 at night. WTF ? No, we did not answer and we were up. I wonder just how much beer he had that night.

Next thing you know, he's living with the next door neighbors on the other side of us. They have since moved. Their house sold last month.

So, now we have new neighbors to the right and to the left of us. For the most part, they are quiet, except for the one fight in front. Both families keep their houses up nice.

I miss my old neighbors. I miss the neighbor that used to bring over carne asada, spaghetti, posole and chicken mole as I was getting home from work. She was a SAHM for a while and would make extra for us every now and then, so I wouldnt have to take time to cook. I miss the other neighbor who used to invite us to every family function, wedding, baby shower, whatever. Our kids went to school together, played together and they would trick or treat together. Everything, together.

This is last halloween as they were moving out of their house. Two of the boys lived their with their mom, my buddy and the other two are their cousins, and of course my hoys. Man, oh man! I miss my old neighbors.

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Tuesday, July 12, 2005

shut up

Do you know any one that just talks too damn much? Sure you do. Ah hell! You may be THAT person that talks to damn much to everyone else. Have you ever met someone and quickly decided to avoid them simply because they talk and talk and talk and talk and they are boring. It's ok to talk a lot and have your audience fascinated. But pay attention people, if your audience is fading-shut the fuck up! Seriously.

I know people that never realize that they are boring you, yet you cant shut them up. They do not take any of the queues-visual or verbal. I get concerned when I pull something out, start reading it and the talker keeps talking. WE have a problem here.

For the most part, I don't like talking on the phone. It's not that I hate it, but I like to address the subject at hand, catch up, tell a story, whatever. I dont like being on the phone with either party struggling for conversation. Seriously-let's get 'er done, dude!

At work, I am on the phone all day long. Sometimes, it's a worthwhile conversation. Something is getting accomplished, quickly and efficiently. Then there are those other calls that I get the moment I walk in the door from co-workers. I dont mind a customer calling me first thing in the morning, but a co-worker--for some reason, that bugs me. (Especially when they know it 'bugs' me) Dont people know the first thing you want to do it boot your computer, get some tea or coffee, check your emails and voicemails, maybe even jawjack with people in the office (All while doing the aforemention necessary tasks, mind you) Can you give me until at least 8:06? Puuullleeaaaaseee!

I always get this call:

him: "Good morning."
me: "Good morning."
him: "Did you get my email?"
me: "No, I'm still booting up."
him: "Yea I wanted to go over the email I sent you."
me: "Why'd you send me an email AND call me?"
him: "I just wanted to make sure you understood the urgency."
me: :::::::scratches head::::::::
me: "Why not just put "URGENT" in the header?"
him: "Yea, that's true, but I'll hold until you boot and let's go over it."

O H D E A R G O D ! ! !

This is all pre-caffeine, people! Pre-caffiene! I've only dealt with the assholes on the freeway and the idiots cutting in at the metering lights thus far today. Most certainly, you don't want to deal with me when I am in no mood....

Was this call/conversation/annoyance really necessary? Was it? NO! It wasnt! I'm busy. Ok, not busy, but not ready. Certainly!

Or I get the call from people that clearly over use the English language unnecessarily. I mean, is it really necessary to re-state your point three times, saying it with different words each time? Are you trying to prove that you're smart? Ok, well you're not, because I'm smart enough to know how to state what you just did succinctly and not waste so much of my listener's time. Are ya trying to let me know your "word-a-day-calendar 2003" has finally paid off? I am sooooo not interested.

And then they add in that one little over-used, trite, unnecesary catch phrase that makes my skin crawl---> "Because, at the end of the day...." I. hate. that. I tend to laugh out loud when it's used on me. I stop the offender and say, "Please. Please don't.-- That makes my skin crawl and I stopped listening to you the moment you said it.." To me, that phrase tells me you are fakin' the funk with American English--You've got nothing better in your arsenal and you really are not quite sure how to end your sentence. weak.

Wanna truly know what happens at "the end of the day"? I log off and go home and not *think* about this place. I'm with my family and friends. THAT is what goes down at the end of the day, my friends.

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Sunday, July 10, 2005

no more practice-no more games :(

It's official. Little League is completely over for us this summer. My son's team lost yesterday. I was so sad about this. They played an awesome game. The game went over two extra innings (they only play 6 innings) and we went into the bottom of the 8th 10-14 - we were ahead. All our kids needed to do was prevent 5 runs by the opposing team. Yea, right! Sounds so easy, doesnt it? Pppffffttttt!!!

Our pitcher, I dont know what the hell was happening, but you could see the pressure getting to him as the opposing team kept getting hits off and several walks off of him. Why didnt the coach pull him? I dont understand it. The kids was obviously frustrated.

So, we find ourselves at bottom of the 8th, tied 14 to 14, bases loaded, 2 outs, full count and the frustrated pitcher makes this last pitch and hits the batter upside the freakin' head with the pitch. *DOINK*! Game over.

I must say, my son did an awesome job in the field. They had him at second base and he was flawless. Impressive. However, his batting "stunk up the joint". Seriously. We realize it's going to take some time to mentally get over his injury. More than his eye was hurt in the incident--it healed with in 2-3 days. But his mental injury was far worse. He's still injured.

For some reason, my son associates "home plate" with the possibility of injury. Even though his injury occurred when he was coming in to home to score and not at bat, the association still exists. It's the ball coming at him that freaks him out.

The kid loves the game. He eats, drinks, sleeps, lives and shits the sport. We'll continue to work with him throughout the year and hopefully when baseball rolls around next spring, he'll feel at home at the plate.

Another disappointment.... I didnt get to take many pictures. They dont want parents to speak to the kids during the game, so it's difficult to get good pictures. They put that "murder scene/ police tape" around the field keeping parents about 4 feet away from the fence. I was only able to get close enough to put my lense through the fence during the practice session. This morning my husband gave me that "you stupid ass" smirk this morning when he realized I had only taken like, 6 pictures. Whatever dude!

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Friday, July 08, 2005

small changes

"So, do ya like m’ new bod-deeee?" (said in my best drunken Anna Nicole, TrimSpa and Vicodin induced haze voice). I was tired of the "it’s your turn to change that baby poop diaper" brown. And I'm quite sure you were too. I only meant to use it for one day, but was always too tired to put up a new template and monkey with the html codes. I suck at that. I hope this new look is nicer on the eyes.

Oh and looky, looky over to the left…. I can send you an email every time I update my blog. Just drop in your email address. You’ll be sick of hearing form me in no time.

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Thursday, July 07, 2005

15 years and counting

Today is my 15th wedding anniversary. My husband and I really wanted to get away, either Chicago or Seattle. That didnt work out. My son has Little League and we don't want to miss any of the games and we will be going on a cruise in about two weeks, so our weekend excursion at this time didn't make sense.

My husband has made arrangements for all four of us to stay at the hotel downtown where we spent our wedding night. He's arranged for a suite. I'm taking half day off on Friday. (I'd take the entire day if I didn't have a proposal due that day) We'll have dinner and go see "Batman Begins" (Ick!) at the IMAX theater across the park from the hotel.

I'm quite pleased that he included the kids in this event. I know neither of us really like spending too much time away from them. I expect it to be nice and quiet and layed back--just like I like it.

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Well.... the game didnt go so great last night. We lost 12-4. I only saw my son at bat once. I dont think his team made it through the line up twice in the game.

At the bottom of the second inning when my son got up, bases were loaded, 2 outs, we're ahead 2 to 1. It was his moment to shine. He....struck out! Ahhh damn! But at least he swung.

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Wednesday, July 06, 2005

No matter what--swing!

Tonight my son plays his first All Star Little League game. In his last game, he suffered an injury that scared the heck out of him and in the practices and scrimmages we can see how it's affected him. When he's in the field he's fine and damn impressive. When he's at bat--he's freaked out. He thinks every pitch is coming at his face. He doesn't swing--he jumps out of the way. My husband has talked to him, his last coach spent all of Saturday talking with him and helping him understand his injury at the plate a few weeks back was a freak accident.

Today I'll be nervous in anticipation of his performance. I woke him up this morning, gave him a kiss on the cheek and said, "No matter what--swing! I love you." His response, a sleepy "ok, love you too". And with that he went back to sleep.

My little guy needs all the encouragement he can get. Good luck son!

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Monday, July 04, 2005

Hey! Over here!

My pharmacist is cock-eyed.

I like the way that looks as a paragraph unto itself. Both eyes appear to be completely independent of one another. I can't look at her because I always think she thinks I'm staring at her...umm...defect. KWIM? Her eyes are wildly moving all over the place in different directions. My husband doesn't have a problem talking to her. He says he looks at her forehead. I tired that and you know what? My peripheral vision picks up the rapidly moving, and might I add, distracting orbs and I can't focus on what she's saying. I certainly hope I am taking medications properly.

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Sunday, July 03, 2005

My Daddy

I suck! I started writing my entry about my father two weeks ago and if I recall correctly, I had a problem with my computer and didnt save what I wrote and never re-wrote it. I officially suck! Yeah, yeah, blah, blah, whatever...

Anywayzzzz---My father. He quiet, funny, classy and wise. He's kinda got this "Bill Cosby sans harrassment charges" vibe going for him. He's the "common sense dude" for every situation. He's immensely observant and analyzes eveything. There were times when that got annoying, but for the most part he's very humorous. He's that father that I always thought, "Man, my Daddy knows everything!" A few tidbits:

He met my mother in high school, they married shortly after graduation.
He and my mother will celebrate their 43rd wedding anniversary this year.
He was an "Oops! Baby" He is 13 years younger than the last child his parent's intended to have.
He recently graduated college with his Bachelors degree.
He loves Blues music.
He can not and will not dance--we like it this way.
He's a recent prostate cancer survivor.
He liked Mel when we were dating. THAT was a first.
He loves "Bullwinkle" cartoons. I do too.
He's a baseball fanatic! I'm sooo not...
He snores-really, really, really loud... Really!
His name is Napoleon. Named after his father.
He was born and raised in Central Texas
His family's house burned down when he was a child-we have very few pictures of him as a child. One of the rare ones is above.
He refuses to re-locate back to Texas. "It's too damn HOT!"
He bought this....

..because it looked like the truck from Sanford and Son, and back in the 70's he looked eerily similar to Lamont Sanford. Honestly, I dont even know if he still owns this truck. He bought it to refurbish it, then sell it, but never did. This vehicle does not reside at my parent's house. I've stopped asking about it.

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Saturday, July 02, 2005

I need a new dishwasher

Mine is new. Well about 1 year old. I love it. It's roomy, quite--you can't even tell when it's on, it looks spectacular--that brushed metal. I really do love it. But I need to get the "visible-to-males" model. I swear, my husband doesn't realize that we even have a dishwasher. He just can't see it. It's funny, because I could have sworn he was there when we bought it. I know he was at the house when it was delivered and installed. And I am quite sure he processed the payments when the Sears bill arrived--we're not getting any collection calls...that I know of. But yet and still--he has no idea that it's in our house....right next to the sink.

Everyday I leave this house--no dishes in the sink. I come home--dishes in the sink. And it's as if he's had a party here. His breakfast and lunch dishes, as well as the kids breakfast dishes. Sometimes they are not even rinsed. WTF??? I mean, what's so hard about it:

1) quickly rinse
2) place in dishwasher (instead of sink.)
3) turn on when full

When I ask about it, he says "Well, I do laundry!"

Ummm...NO! The "washing machine" and the "dryer" do the laundry AND *I* do the folding and putting away. Now, I'd buy your argument if you were banging our clothes against a rock at the side of a river, hanging them up to dry and then folding and putting away. THAT to me, sir would be considered "doing the laundry". You are merely assisting moving our garments along in the process and watching Judge Mathis and Divorce Court in between phases. Please.

Dude! Happy House = Happy Spouse. Bust some suds!

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Friday, July 01, 2005

Forever... For Always... For Luther

He's gone.

Luther Vandross had the most wonderful voice I have ever heard in my entire life. His voice was smooth, flawless and it was all so effortless. I remember when he first hit the scene back in the early 80's with the songs "Never Too Much", "A House is not a Home", and "Dont You Know That". Initially, I didnt realize that he was the voice of the group Change from the late 70's with the songs "Glow of Love" and "Searchin". If I had a clue as to how to add music on this blog, I would insert one of those songs ---->HERE.

When I met my future husband back in 1982, he was a big Luther fan. His influence made me an even bigger Luther fan. We went to at least three Luther concerts and each one was thrilling. He was a big man, but he was as smooth on his feet as his voice was on the ears. The backup singers he chose had voices worthy of solo careers and that made the shows that much better.

I'm sure there are millions of people missing you right now, Luther. Count me as one of them. I've always appreciated how you presented yourself and you seemed to never take your voice or your fame for granted. You will forever be my "Superstar".

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