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Just curious…

Has anyone realized that the celebrities that are origionally from New Jersey don’t ever visit or give back to their community? Even the one’s that are not from here. As a girl who has grown up in Jersey and lived here all her life it makes me a little sad that famous celebrities such as John Travolta, Sarah Jessica Parker, or Kristen Stewart & Robert Pattinson (to name a few) don’t even make surprise appearances here.. I mean if they can come to New York City it’s every bit as easy to come to Jersey!

Is anyone else with me on this?

Hello all, i just wanted to say i caught this guy performing over the weekend, and he is awesome. He is a rising country music star, and also has a new music video for his new Single called “Mudbog” that is about to hit the airwaves on television. I think he embodies the spirit of middle america, and is set to break-out BIG.

His name is Matt Steel and i was wondering if anyone else had discovered this guy??

I watch his music video for the song “Mudbog” on a very popular video tube site on the internet, and LOVE it.
YOU can guess which TUBE site i am talking about

Ophra, I hear that the Chicago economy will grow by $8 billion if LeBron comes to the Bulls. Would you please calculate the impact on the local economy a great teacher has. Think about it - one really good teacher touches 21 young lives a year, give or take. A really good teacher inspires those young minds to want to learn and 90% of them probably go onto college. If that great teacher stays in the system 20 years - and that’s way off because great teachers love to teach and retire as teachers if we pay them enough and offer a retirement for them - that’s 420 lives x $50,000 a year for each year in their working lives as college educated professionals. That adds up to $840,000,000 in revenue for Chicago if they stay in the work force 40 years. I love NBA basketball, but seriously question our values when I compare the disgusting salary being discussed when we are laying off teachers and doubling class sizes!

I just have a question and a comment. Here is my comment- I was watching the Twilight on Oprah today and I couldn’t figure who Kristen Stewart reminded me of, then it hit me. She had kind of the same type of manurisms(sp) That Lisa Marie Presley had when she was interviewed by Oprah with her mother.(just an observation) And here is my question. I was just wondering and very curious. Has Oprah ever thought about interviewing Michael Jackson again after the initial interview in 1992(I think that was the year) I watched the show “remembering Michael” but I don’t think she touched on it. I feel like anyone who has ever interviewed him had a negative type of energy afterwards when they would talk about him. Diane Sawyer did when she asked Lisa Marie in sarcasm-really, Michael Jackson, what were you thinking? Martin Bashir is another one. I could really go on and on because I have so many questions and I’m trying to get closure because I hate the thought that Michael died feeling completely alone and yet being the most recognized human being on the face of this earth and the most giving with his incredible music,lyrics, and of course his money bar none. The whole scenario makes me feel so sad. Oprah being the incredible person that she is, it could have been an interesting interview, but most importantly an interview that could have helped him inside as she is so insightful. Thanks for your time.

I wanted to say that in the interviews of Sandra, the grace in which she handles her divorce has helped me through mine. I wrote this because of how she inspired me and please be kind I am not an english major lol.

Who Are You?

I ask you that question, “who are you” By telling you who I am and was. “Who was I”? I was the guy that fell in love with you the moment we met in Kingston. I wanted to kiss you so badly but didn’t, because I wanted to show you respect and be proper. I was the guy that made a commitment to love you, love Zayna, and always be there. I was the married man that faced your father, with you pregnant, and asked his permission to marry you. I was the man that lay with you every, day that covered Zayna on her little daybed when I came home from work. I was the man that prayed in the waiting room holding our little daughter while you were bleeding to death and Ravenna was dying. I was the man that watched your sister leave when she was supposed to help. I was the man that didn’t sleep for three days while you lay in that hospital bed and Ravenna lay in that incubator, I cared for Zayna. I was the man that took the video camera to NICU so you could see how lovely our daughter was. I was the man that cried for over half an hour before I finally slept after three days thanking god for his blessings. I still had my best friend and a daughter. “Who was I”? I was the man that took care of you through your recovery, not once but twice. I was the man that watched our third child come out of your stomach and grab the suction line. I was the man that held you while you cried over the death of your friend. I was the man that begged god not to take you when we thought you might have cancer. I was the guy that loved you no matter how much you weighed, what you did, how irritated you would make me. I was the guy that loved his best friend. I was the man that shared every financial worry that you had while we tried to make it. I was the man who made the mistake of moving back to Ohio. “Who am I”? I am the man that every time I hear your call pull into our driveway has my heart drop. I am the man that sneaks a look when you come in to make sure your ok. I am the man that has trouble sleeping EVERY NIGHT because of my heart ache and worry over your welfare. I am the man that handled the injury claim wrong. I am the man who three days a week pulls myself through 2 hours of excruciating painful rehab so that someday I can play ball properly with Zayna, roughhouse with Renna, Jaida, and someday my grandkids. I am the man that sometime cries when I see a picture of us. I am the man that walks these halls five nights a week checking on our daughters. I am the man protecting them, nurturing them, loving them, and living my life for them. I am the man who will never put a woman over them. “Who am I”? I am broken inside, I do not trust, I am paying for my sins. Someday my children will bury me and all want them to remember is I Was and I Am Dad and all I want you to remember is that I was the man that loved you, my best friend and I am the man that can’t do this anymore.

“Who Are You”?