The Spawning of Marsha
So how did Marsha get here? It all started at age 6 when my older sister Ellen Marie Jenkins put me in pigtails and asked me would you please be my little sister? After fluffing all the tissue flowers and jumping on the bed, she put my hair in pigtails so they would bounce and provide animation. Top it off with a curly blond wig, and a birthname, hence the spelling M-A-R-S-H-A. She introduced me to my birth mother Sara Ellen Jenkins as her girlfriend Marsha from school. Sara loved her immediately and was happy to share her wardrobe. Mother Sara insisted on strict catholic upbringing and we were in church every Sunday. I went to confession every lent and was confirmed Marsha Grace Jenkins. It's true, my gardian angel is a drag queen.
At age seven my biological grandmother Grace Olive Jenkins pulled me into her budoir to gaze into her private mirror. She told me that she knew my mother Sara Ellen Jenkins possessed great intuition. She then told me that she also possessed this same great intuition. She told me that she saw that I had it too. We were never close. Too much competition. I asked her as she handed me her rosary beads "What happened to your toenails?" As she took a drag from her Pall Mall 100 and she said "It's from all them years of high hills, darlin". That was just before my first pedicure. She then jumped into the swimming pool with the Pall Mall in her Sunday best to distract everyone from our conversation. There were a number of things that my biological mother required of me: Four years of formal music lessons, A separate credit card for dental work, private swimming lessons and private driving lessons, and moisurizer, of course.
To be continued . . . tune in next week. This has been the Traffic Report with head model Marsha Grace Jenkins.
posted by Marsha G. Jenkins @ 8:18 PM
4 Comments:
Marsha, what the fuck. I wish i had read your blog early monday morning.. I was on my way to work im my luxury pick-up truck with used furniture i had bought from the salvation army in the back.a couch and 2 arm chairs. i had no place to sit down and i had no tie-downs as i had left them in the trunk of my lesbian friends new buick.
It was a great morning . i felt fine , but not gorgeous. The rain had started to fall and so did my hair. the lighting had changed and suddenly i found myself with a bad shade of eyeliner and blush. something had to be done and fast.
the traffic was fine , moving at a steady 82 mph down 75/85 . I glanced back at the furniture and it seemed to be staying in place . I felt my way across the the beutiful leather seat of my luxury pick-up truck to find my only saving grace. My purse!!!
it had all the essentials to make my day better. blush , eye shadow, lipstick and last but no least , my lip liner.
I opened my purse and quickly change the shade of eye shadow , threw on a better shade of lipstick , and reached for the lip liner with the lip liner in hand , i checked the traffic aound me one last time before applying . It was an all clear except for one car next to me. I just had to get this fucking lip liner on if i was gong to salvage what was left of my morning.
i started applying when the car next to me blows their horn making me lose control of my pick-up. i swerved to the left , then to the right . Almost going completely sideways. i had lost the sofa already. i was not going to lose these 2 fabulous armchairs that i had salvaged for sitting. Who had caused this to happen?? I gained control of the truck and pulled over to the shoulder to catch my breath and finish putting on the lipliner . I looked around to assess the situation and to find the bitch who blew the horn at me.
what i saw was shocking. my couch had fallen pefectly across 3 lanes of traffic completely stopping the morning commuters. what was more horrifying was seeing you , Marsha Grace, stealing my sofa off the interstate. throwing the cushions into the back seat of your luxury sedan and having those two gentleman in the white van help you tie it down to the top of your car.
thank you my sister
Now i have nowher to sleep
Joleane C. Jenkins
HOLY CRAPOLA,
I know these people -- I think I am a product of Grace Olive Jenkins -- so that makes me your AUNTIE!
YOu look Grand my dear ...
Sounds like life is treating you just find and dandy, like cotton candy ..
Your Auntie
Sister Mary Margaret
HOLY CRAPOLA,
I think I am a product of Grace Olive Jenkins -- which should make me your Anutie -- YOU Look Grand my dear ... Life must be treating you well
Love and kisses
Your Auntie
Sister Mary Grace
HA
I don't think I know what the fuck I am doing --- Now I left two comments
Computer illiterate ...
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