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need a hug? me too…

OK,  it’s Tuesday.  Not a good day.  I had my day planned,  then unplanned for me.  So,  now what to do. 

I’m trying to use my time better.  Trying to realize now is the day.  Not next week,  not next year.  Today.  Trying to live in the moment.  I’ve always been the kind that thought it should of been done yesterday.  Patience has never been my best quality.  Coming from 2 people that talked everything to death, never did any of it… I want it done,  or shut up.  One half of those people could never make a decision… besides  NO.  I make fast decisions on the spot, now.  Just works better for me. 

But then,  when someone else gets to decide that you’re not going to do what you planned to do… it’s a whole new ball game.  I blame a lack of communication.  Shoulda,  coulda,  duh.   I should of said,  what time,  how long.  Not,  I’ll see you on Tuesday.  When you say something stupid like that… you just gave them complete control over your entire day… maybe even your night.  I’m at a time in my life,  also circumstances,  I’d like to  control  the rest of my time/life…. even down to what I do today. 

Sound selfish?  That’s just too bad.  I’ve earned selfish.  My turn… I’ve had my hand up longer…  My expectations have not been high… let’s get that straight.  Oh, no…  I got the crumbs,  and made up my mind to be happy with them.  Kissed a lot of rear to get those crumbs.  But,  as I said,  now… right now… in my life…  I’ve decided all that kissing really got me no where.  Just a really bad smell.  And shame…  shame for keeping my mouth shut,   shame for pretending I wasn’t being insulted over and over… 

OK,  I’ve beat my chest enough.   Let’s just say,  all of that fun stuff is over.  Definitely over.  In a big way.  I have been enlightened.  God tapped me on the shoulder and said… you  have been stupid long enough.   Do something different.  big smile…. 

Amazing what you can hear when you listen.  I know this hasn’t made a minute of sense,  but it really made me feel good. :)     Saying it out loud is the best therapy,  the next is not being judged.  My friend,  Kathleen is the best friend therapist.  No,  I won’t share her.  She’ll listen,  and actually hear what you’re saying.  She might not agree with what you’ve done,  but she tries to understand your side, be your friend, and not judge.  That,  my friends,  is a quality  that isn’t around near enough.  I’m gonna practice it, until I get almost as good as Kathleen.  Being around someone you look up to,  only brings you up.  Some of their goodness is bound to rub off…. or that’s what I keep hoping…. 

Bless ya’ll for listening to me today.  I’ll try to do better tomorrow.   Show ya some art,  or a funny story.  Have  a good day.  Smile at someone,  call someone you haven’t talked to in way too long.  It’ll make their day.  They’ll know someone was thinking about them.  That is called a warm fuzzy.   It’s a nice present.  Share one today,  this week.  Don’t forget.  Doesn’t matter how they receive it…. it could be a bad day for them.  But later,  it will mean something.  You’re not doing it for instant gratitude for yourself. 

Sometimes a hug can make my day.  I didn’t grow up around huggers.  Nope, you could say they were kinda cold.  But,  I was lucky.  In my early 30′s I was around a woman that took notice that it made me uncomfortable.  She hugged me anyway.  Over and over.  Got sick of her, so I hugged her back.  Well, that just opened the door…  Those huggers got wind of it, and started following me around.  Been hugging those fools ever since.  big grin….  another one of those presents that doesn’t cost a dime…. doesn’t even need a bow! 

OK,  this time I’m really gonna shut up.  Have a great week….

PJ Hornberger Folk Art

Jazell, great legs, real popular

Jazell,  one of the Good Folks of Rabbittrun, Texas                                                             

 (mental picture: nice lookin’ chicken, great dress,  fur stole, lots of jewelry)

Jazell lives over on Lotus Street.  Gossip is that she’s had plastic surgery,  several times. Nobody knows for sure. But she never seems to age.  Even with all those late nights she keeps.  She does have a busy social life, and so many men friends. Jazell says she just loves them all,  church ladies say she’s a hussy. One thing everybody agrees on, she does have a good time.

Last summer she flew off to one of them places that’s got beaches and those palm trees. Can’t remember the name, but she’s been everywhere, and always with a different man.  She’s real popular.  Why, the mailman delivers at least a dozen letters and cards every day, (he’s one of her greatest admirers).

She usually gets flowers or candy at least once a day.  Before she goes out at night, (she goes out every night), you can  see her through her bedroom window sitting in the middle of her four poster canopy bed, readin’ all the love letters she got that day.

Did I tell you how she decorated her house?  You’re gonna love this. The bed is done in a deep red satin.  Jazell says it’s so inspirational.  When the whole town kept gossipin’ bout her, she redid the windows.  You guessed it!  She had large plate glass windows put in every room.  Now maybe they’ll get the facts straight.  She not only does her own decoratin’, she also designs her own clothes.  Needless to say, she’s a multi  talented girl.

She just couldn’t find clothes to do her justice, or show off her legs.  All the men tell her she has such wonderful legs,  which she does.  She’s not as bad as everybody says.  Jazell can’t help it if every man that lays eyes on her falls instantly in love.  She tries not to encourage them,  but she can’t help bein’ so gorgeous.  And besides, she’s just a naturally friendly person.

PJ Hornberger copyright 2010    

PJ Hornberger Folk Art

 

Rabbittrun Texas, Imogene, shoplifter

Back in 1986 or so….when I was a mere child… I did these dolls… they all came from this weird little town…. Rabbittrun, Texas.  Each one was a real character.  Since I sometimes used personalities of  people I knew… and didn’t wanna be sued…  The dolls ended up being animal people.  That way,  no one could say… you made that one look just like me… and I’ll see you in court!  Making sense?  Well, it will when you read a few of the stories.

Yesterday,  while spending the day with a friend,  I was telling her about a few of the Good Folks of Rabbittrun, Texas.  She thought it’d be a good idea to put some on my blog.  So if you hate ‘em… let me know…. I’ll send you Patsy’s info and you can complain directly to her.  Second hand is just never as good as when you can speak directly to the person that had this idea…. big smile…. 

Yes, I did a book kinda thing.  Made it myself.  Published it myself.  That means I took it to quick copy,  brought all those pages home and built the darn thing.  And it’s copyrighted… so don’t be making your Christmas cards out of what I wrote.  Make up your own lies.  You can do it…

Imogene 

(get a mental image of a big ol’ giraffe with an ugly dress on)

You see that rather large woman goin’ in the 5 & dime?  No, the one with the large purse.  Yes, that’s the one.  Well,  that’s Imogene,  the town’s one and only shoplifter. Yes,  it is sad. It’s not that she takes that much, or anything worth much.  She just always takes a little somethin’ everywhere she stops. Why, she took the knob right off the Church’s front door.  Everybody was real upset over that one.  You ‘ll notice that her dress has real big pockets.

For awhile there, all the street signs were missin’. They made Imogene give them back.  Didn’t hurt her feelings, she’ll get them back. I know what you’re thinkin’.  Yes we tried to get her help. Even took her to one of those fancy doctors.  I think he was a physcitarist… anyway,  he charged way too much. You can always tell how fancy they are by how much they charge.  Why, the town had a bake sale, car wash, and just out and out begged for the money to pay him.  You should have seen that bill,  it went on forever.  Anyway, we got her there (and all paid up,  I might add.)  He hadn’t seen her three times before he refused to see her anymore.  She bout stole him blind.  Why, she even made off with the potted plant, and the pen set right off his desk.  She was goin’ for the desk  when he said he’d had enough.  Said it was the worst case he’d ever seen. He still doesn’t know she took the light switch, we didn’t have the heart to tell him. 

And Imogene kinda liked him.  That’s why she left him his shoes.  That’s always her favorite thing to take.  She likes to think of it as collectin’.  She does have a rather large collection of shoes… takes up one whole room.  She’s not selfish, though, she’ll let you borrow a pair, if you promise to bring them back….

PJ Hornberger did it….

PJ Hornberger Folk Art 

the ear on the right side…

OK,  I confess…  I haven’t been in the paint in days.  Yes,  it is sad.  If fact,  you might want to read really fast,  cause I think I’m gonna whine.  My whiner is tuned up today.  No, don’t need the violin for a pity party.  You wouldn’t be able to hear it…. I whine really loud.

It’s my ears’ fault…  yep,  it’s not me,  it’s the ear. The right one,  you might know.   It has taken on a life of it’s own.  I on the other hand, have tried and tried to be responsible,   do the right thing.  To no avail…  (that word works there,  doesn’t it?)

Called the Dr.  got meds,  took every last pill.  I did not miss a pill.  See what I’m getting at?  I did my part.  Well, it seems the ear didn’t like that at all.  I’m guessing that’s it,  because the meds didn’t do a thing for the EAR ACHE.  It should have worked.  But no… the ear is not having any of that. 

So now that ear,  the one on the right side of my head,  has decided I need just a touch of vertigo.  Oh, yes… that lovely stuff.  Don’t bend over, you’ll do a flip.   Watch that wall, it’ll move on you.  Just a tad sea sick?  Things out of sorts?  Stomach just waiting for that moment  you’ve been dreading?  See what I mean?  It’s the ear!  I would do none of that stuff to myself.  Never! 

No,  I can’t.  Cutting it off won’t do a thing for the vertigo.  I don’t care if that crazy artist did it.  I am perfectly sane,  I tell you!  If I did that,  the ear would win.  Never!  Did I mention this stuff makes you sleepy?  Soooo sleepy…  The more you move around,  the worse the ear makes it. 

Didn’t I warn you that I was whiney?  But it’s not my fault…. it’s the ear….  the one on the right side… 

PJ Hornberger

PJ Hornberger Folk Art