Mother's journey journal

Yummy food make by Grandma Pickhard.

2008-10-21T23:31:00.000-07:00

Grandma Pickhard's ham & cheese rolls, with pigs in a blanket/with green pea gravy. For dessert Aunt Sally's Barbie & Boobie Cake. Great job Aunt sally!

2008-10-21T22:39:00.000-07:00

This elegant statue is awarded for the best entrée. Thanks grandma we loved your ham and cheese rolls, pigs in a blacket with green pea gravy...yummy grandma.

This statue will go great on your bed table!

Family gathering

2008-10-21T22:16:00.000-07:00

Seven times a year we have a family, friends, gathering were we have a picnic/karaoke party. I look forward to this, where beer flows freely and everyone has a good time. As you can see a little to good. But when the vomit and the trash is cleaned up and grandma is carried back to the rest home we all look forward to the next time.

Mothers crocheted collection

2008-10-12T04:24:00.000-07:00

These are just a few wonderful items, of mother's collection. I myself crochet this lovely ensemble for John and Kathy and their little boy Tommy. What I don't understand is they were smiling in the picture, but when John walked me out the front door Kathy was crying. Why was she crying? They promised to wear it to the football game. Oh well Kathy is kind of strange anyway...every time she sees me she runs the other way. I have included new project on the upper right I crochet for kathy won't she be pleased? Can you guess what it is? It is a sock it to me santa hat.

2008-10-12T03:54:00.000-07:00

My favorite place to eat.

Thrift store fines and fine dinning.

2008-10-12T03:36:00.001-07:00

I'm a dame, who likes to eat off the land it healthy, nutritious and I've never been sick a day in my life. Except that funny thing I caught from that truck driver bastard in Missouri…that’s another story for later. Although, once in a great while, I have a craving for fine dinning. I've found such a place that combines all my favorite elements, drug store, and a thrift store. You can have a gourmet meal such as my favorite cheese chicken divan, mashed potatoes with wine gravy, with a bottle of the house beer, and for desert oreo cookie pie. You couldn't get this stuff in the best restaurants in Paris. I've always had high end taste. While eating I can kill two birds with one stone, pick up my prescriptions and buy a new out fit. I can see the clothes where I am sitting and I already have my eye and a simply lovely dress.

2008-10-09T22:05:00.000-07:00

We only get one chance in a life time to come upon a really beautiful art
Collection. With a lot of convincing my mother has allowed me to post her treasured paint by numbers art collection behold…The one at bottom right is a hand drawing from one truck driver artist named Andrew Nume Natts. Remember that name people his art will be hanging along side, such famous artist as Fartty Fatlesst Wentword. What beauty, thank you mother!

The eyes have it Nose jewlary

2008-10-08T21:52:00.000-07:00

Why not replaced nose studs with these stuning dangle earings!
so funny being a street walker myself I have a few tips of my own such as. I like a thick lip, since mine are thin I like to draw them in with permanent marker. It really stinks but after a while you feel a little dizzy and you just don't notice. I find that my own hair just isn't thick enough so I purchase this lovely curly red wig at this garage sale for 1.00. Since my nose is pierced instead of a stud, why not try chandelier dangle earring. And a very thick eye brow is a must I feel these in with a permanent marker also... thus my look is complete. I hope this helps you.

Just a tease of tips to come...

2008-10-08T21:13:00.000-07:00

Transcripts from mothers breif tape recordings:

Oh I am sorry I forgot to give you my secret beauty tip handed down from my great grandma who work the streets, she in turn handed it down to my mother who had that secret place she would take men, I am tearing up just thinking about it, what wonderful memories. Anywho shorting it makes a excellent moisturizer. And as a special treat I sometimes spend a little extra and get butter flavored , who needs perfume gals. And men seem to like that smell, what man wouldn't like their women to smell like pie crust . Oh dear a quick money saver tip, I buy it by the case it saves me many dollers in the end.

Mother and me at trailer park pot luck gathering. Home sweet home.

2008-10-08T20:51:00.000-07:00

Geting to know mother and me/ Special images of Mother and me, and home sweet home.

Wednesday, October 08, 2008
7:27 AM
Hi ya all,
My name is Zoey, short for Zoeyesteragnus. My birth given name. I don't have a birth certificate because I was born in a corn field some where east of Los Vegas. My mother Zelda worked nights, in that special place where she brought all her gentlemen callers. I was the only child, mother saying she didn’t want to go threw that again. Mothers can be so amusing…she really cracked me up. I grew up with nothing but the best, mother always made sure of that. I remember like it was today…living out in the desert in that pink trailer surrounded by cactus. We were close to the main highway, and trucks used to pull in and rest, while mother would take them to that special place. Those where the days, I can see mother in my mind right now as she would greet the trucks. As I got older mother began teaching me her beauty secrets, that granny taught her. It was then that I began writing all of this information down so I could pass It on to my daughter. One day mother started telling me about our family history. This was a rare treat so I scampled to find that interesting pin that one of her gentlemen callers gave her retrieving it amongst the paper plates and beer cans. Taking a delicate sip of her beer she emitted a hideous belch. I marveled at how delicate she was, her lips painted with red permanent maker. Her red lips puckered around her cigarette as she deeply inhaled. She begin telling me about our family roots…where I came from she was sure my father was either Chuck, Baba, or Johnny. I sat in complete amazement I wrote down every word. After about the six beers it begin to get harder to understand her speech, she must be tired I thought. Mother was delicate in that way. Brushing the beer cans on the floor I picked up her legs placing them on the bed, I then covered her with a blanket I left the small room and kicking the clothes out of the way I shut the door. Life was good I sighed. This day was special I thought…the day I found out that my mother was a hooker, and that in good time all her knowledge would be revealed. I was so excited I could hardly set still, so I went out side and caught a snake and began to prepare dinner. Mother always insisted that we eat off the land. Now that I am older my stomach almost doesn't hurt anymore.