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this is sooo cute, i come back here and there to see her sing she is just ADORABLE!!! and then u hear kid rock crack up laughing in backround that makes me laugh even harder .... GO KID ROCK!!!! she is a lil rockstar :)
Now that is a girl that knows what she likes and wants. I can only imagine adding 10-12 years to her- Look out Momma and Daddy your going to having a wild ride. You know it is the smart ones that prove to be the most interesting (and yes I know that by experience). Thanks for sharing it made me smile.
She's adorable! Do you sing her your songs--with appropriate bleeps--of course!! Kids are the best and I have a niece I adore like the way I am sure Grandparents love their grandkids! You have some crazy ass fans....a line from Fatal Attraction comes to mind....."Hide your Bunny"!! Saw you in Louisville and you Frickin' rocked it out!!!! The show was amazing! Can't wait to hear the dates for the rest of the tour! Rock on!
MSJenniferterry this post is dedicated to Kids niece not about some other stories about whatever it is you are trying to go on about. WOW is all I can say
I wish we could all feel the music like we did when we were little!! Too fast we grow up and worry about what others think of us... She is a total doll baby!!! Thanks for sharing.....
Bob,
Most people know this. I'm gonna stop posting all this stuff if it bugs you but I want to put this in here since I just referenced it in my dumb story about being robbed by the drug addict. As I think of it, it will be a new Valentine's Day ritual, just like Roses by OutKast. (That's an odd couple.) Why haven't I thought of it before, one wonders.
1 Corinthians 13:1-13
If I speak in the tongues of men and angels,
but have not love,
I have become sounding brass or a tinkling symbol.
And if I have prophecy and know all mysteries and all knowledge,
and if I have all faith so as to remove mountains,
but have not love, I am nothing.
And if I dole out all my goods, and
if I deliver my body that I may boast
but have not love, nothing I am profited.
Love is long suffering,
love is kind,
it is not jealous,
love does not boast,
it is not inflated.
It is not discourteous,
it is not selfish,
it is not irritable,
it does not enumerate the evil.
It does not rejoice over the wrong, but rejoices in the truth
It covers all things,
it has faith for all things,
it hopes in all things,
it endures in all things.
Love never falls in ruins;
but whether prophecies, they will be abolished; or
tongues, they will cease; or
knowledge, it will be superseded.
For we know in part and we prophecy in part.
But when the perfect comes, the imperfect will be superseded.
When I was an infant,
I spoke as an infant,
I reckoned as an infant;
when I became [an adult],
I abolished the things of the infant.
For now we see through a mirror in an enigma, but then face to face.
Now I know in part, but then I shall know as also I was fully known.
But now remains
faith, hope, love,
these three;
but the greatest of these is love.
Story that almost found itself on the editing room floor...
One more tidbit from my blessed life to round out a thought from earlier. Did you read a post from me about the OutKast song Roses?
I had that double album, The Love Below & SpeakerBoxx, for longest time until Christmas 2008. Check it. This is real talk now. A homeless crackhead thug broke into my townhouse over Christmas 2008 & squatted there for some days with another homeless loser. I was away. Not only that, this fool went through my house like it was WalMart (well, my house would have been Target, no offense to WalMart personally. I think it's a fine establishment) Christmas shopping. He picked through my house like there were low low prices falling to the bargain basement price of Zero, GooseEgg, No Dollars & No Sense. Off my wall he stole a hand calligraphied copy of The Love Chaper, 1 Corinthians 13: 1-13.
I will copy it but not here because I don't want it in the same place as this dumba$$ thug story. (Thug Story by T Pain & Taylor Swift is such a fun song & vid btw. Caroline & Allison (niece & bestie) have a YouTube vid of themselves singing it. Totally check it out. If you're interested, let me send it offline somehow. I don't want lurkers checking out my sweet girlies. It is v. cute. They have their $hit down.)
But this dumbass stole so much stuff from my cute house, it makes me sick to think about. In some ways, I'm glad it happened. I have my reasons. It is my prayer that he has or will get his life on track. I'm afraid that hasn't happened but I have faith it can.
This dude was so twisted, he had elaborate tales of how his mother had died from breast cancer. He would go on & on & on some more about being in jail, seeing visions of her, how the prision wouldn't let him go to her funeral. I only knew him a brief period in my life when I got caught up unsuspectedly in the wrong crowd. Guess that is obvious, right? Turns out, dude's mother is ALIVE. How do you run tell that?
The Finale
I must say one last thing or I would be remiss. I wish no ill will whatsoever on the perpetrators of this small, rather meaningless crime. For reals. This is real talk. I've already talked it over with God. I don't even mind if they never get caught. If it was for drug money, I hope they're high as hell right now. I hope the shoes fit the girl and that they use whatever they need & give away the rest so it doesn't go to wasted.
If I could get the gift from Jonathan back, I'd be a tickled pink sow pig in slop. I think it's too much to ask for so I've taken it off the table in my prayers. My prayer for the person or persons is that God does his will with them in & for this situation. I hope it makes them better, happier people somehow, that they don't hurt themselves or others with any of my nice things and they walk from here back into the light.
If I'm honest, lots of things related to cops are on my bucket list. Doing a police report in the side room at The Shake Shop is more than I'd ever dream of. This side room has a hall where the mirrorless bathrooms are. On the way to the bathroons is a tiny alcoved area with a sink & a mirror. On the mirror, there's a rainbow sign (no unicorns, just a rainbow) that says something like "Smile, Look at who God loves now". How nice is that?
Bob, you'll have to leave the JB in the car cos The Shake Shop doesn't serve alcohol. Sorry, man. I'm serious on the greasy spoon part. I've been in my share of dive bars & hole in the walls places but The Shake Shop is by far the best. I'll get you a tee shirt if you ever decide to go.
Thanks again, btw, for the precious vid of your beautiful niece. I posted about her lovliness earlier today, sometime before I realized I need medical attention for this crazy rash.
Tomorrow, I will figure out how to swing getting those R(x)s refilled. This is not a complaint. I'm stating facts. It's my pleasure to find the solution God has hidden in his stealthy way. Can I get an Amen?
Part 4 of God Is So Good To Me Tale & Saga
In addition to boatloads of expensive makeup, a beautiful silk yellow & pink make up bag from Mama last Christmas, my cute mules, the nesting box from Aunt Jenny, these fools took all of the R(x)s I had just bought today, my special Christmas present of Burt's Bees in a tin from my precious 11 yr old nephew Jonathan, a nice turquoise hardshell wallet with my SOCIAL SECURITY CARD inside, another cute ass, old school red cordoroy double changepurse also from Mama at Christmas, my Zumba card that had $25 of classes, a sweet picture of my triplet niece & nephews when they were four. They're now 11. (We'll take them to The Shake Shop when you visit but we can't cuss. I try my hardest & sometimes slip on purpose to be funny but I need to stop being a bad influence until they are old enough for it not to matter.)
I can even deal with losing the special picture (though I'm having trouble) cos surely one of us hobo's has another copy. It's the Burt's Bees from Jonathan that is bugging me the most. If you knew how sweet & pure this child is, how funny & quirky he is & how they all 3 give me wonderful presents just with their presence, you'd understand.
One reason I have boatloads of makeup is bc I let Caroline, part of our Terry Triple Threat, & her BFF, Allison, play with it. I let them keep seperate boxes here. We put on themed runway shows & silly girl stuff. For instance, black & white was a theme in Jan. As long as their Mama's & Daddy's don't mind I let them play dress up so I have, well had, a small arsenal of make-up.
As cracked out & awful as it may sound on paper, today is a testament of how much God loves me. For reasons I won't go into here, He whispered sweet somethings to me in the way He allowed events as yet unspoken here to unfold.
Bob, I know you are an upstanding man of God. That is crystal clear to me. I see your heart clearly. It was meant for me to tell you this story of God's love in my own crazy way.
Part 3 of this ridiculous, wonderful story:
So when you visit, I'll take you to The Shake Shop. Maybe I'll surf the couch but you're totally taking the bed as you'll be a guest in the South.
Back to our regularly scheduled program which is already in progress..
Hang in there with me on these silly details because God is about to involve the cops!
So I leave The Shake Shop with warm fries for Mama or Daddy, whichever one wants them. When I get home, I realize that stupid make up has gone missing. I think back and figure my dumba$$ must have left it in the Medicine Box parking lot. (Scratch your head & wonder but don't ask. Really. I am a total idiot sometimes.)
So because my current make-up bag & favorite black croc maryjane mules are also missing, I hightail it back to The Medicine Box parking lot where none of my lost crap is. Through a series of enlightenments, I realize that some punka$$ (God bless them, for reals) broke into my car & stole my good crap!
Now, the pictures on my key fob are kinda rubbed off & I am too stupid to remember which one is lock & unlock yet (Just bought this ride from a kid off eBay in August 2010.) Must've hit unlock instead of loc but I specifically remember locking (or so I thought) on the way in & unlocking on the way out bc I heard the mechanism engage.
So like any self respecting girl from the South, I go to CVS & spend more money than I can afford right now on new makeup before calling 911 to ask if Barney can meet me at the scene of the crime,The Shake Shop. Glad I did cos talked a while w a cashier there who's going to college in Winston Salem to become an occupational therapist. Ima hook her up w a friend in WS to babysit for extra fly cash.
It was at CVS I realized that my car burgler also snagged a special gift from my Aunt Jenny, a nice Victorian nesting box I had to put my Proactiv (!) & all the potions I've been using to get rid of the infernal itch.
Anyway, Barney was actually a nice officer, Josh Bridges.
Inappropriate Share # 2 of Tecnical Valentine's Day
by Jennifer Terry
Once upon a time, there was a stupid girl with a stupid itchy rash on her neck that actually hurt it itched so frickin bad. She was up almost all night the night before reorganizing her entire life & writing inappropriate shares on her pretend TV boyfriend's (Bob Ritchie) coola$$ website. She did not get up until 1 this day & around 2PM, realizes she needs a doctor and fast.
(This is where God plays one of his special trump cards so get ready for the beauty part.)
By 2:10 she's researched $hit online & finds a dermatologist in town. (Ready, this is good.) The nurse Anne who answers the phone becomes this stupid girl's new best friend cos she gives her the 3:45 cancelled appt slot.
(All of these dumb details are important later so bear with, love. This is a cRaZy story)
She has time to use her newly acquired Proactiv (v. mild case, nothing gross. I did say it was inappropriate!) before leaving in her current car, a sweet a$$ blue 98 Audi A4 Quattro with techtronic transmission. I have time to stop by friend Melissa's hair salon to pick up make up I lent her for a movie premier in Charlotte. (The sexy Brooklyn Davis is from NC & is in the movie w Jennifer Aniston & Adam Sandler. Melissa's brother-in-law is her longtime agent)
I get said makeup, go to doc, go to The Medicine Box to get R(x)s filled, then head to best greasy spoon dive, this side & that side of Mason Dixon, called The Shake Shop. (I need to be convinced through personal exposure that the one you're thinking of right now in Detroit has a better cheeseburger.I will say if you're right but I have to be convinced.)
Bob, you'd LOVE LOVE LOVE The Shake Shop. There are not words. Put it this way. There was a salt shaker or pack of ketchup up for grabs- meant to be used mind you- on a table back in the day ~ '85~ that said Chi Chi's ShangraLa & Wedding Chapel or some cracked out $hit. It must be experienced to be appreciated.
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