I have been a terrible blogger here lately...my apologies!! The past few weeks have been so ridiculously hectic. Due to the graphic nature of this blog I would advice you to stop reading immediately if you have weak stomach.
For those who don't know I am a walking accident...sometimes a falling one. At the rate I'm going it would be safe to ask all my close friends and family to please keep spare first aid kits in your vehicles or homes and go ahead and label em "For Holly". From stumped toes, skinned up knees, cuts, bruises.... unplanned pregnancies, you name it...it has/will happen to me this year I'm just sure of it!!! I'm a hot mess, plain and simple! So it came as no surprise that I had to have surgery 2 months ago.
Our house was put on the market and the realtor gave us very little notice they were going to be showing it one afternoon so I was haulin' butt to clean it up before they got there. I vacuumed the floors, folded the endless piles of laundry and began dusting. I am a huge fan (scratch that...was a huge fan) of Circle E candles. I have a habit of burning them to the last drop of wax. Problem with that is when glass gets hot for a long period of time, it gets weak and cracks. Determined to dust the dresser off I pick up the glass candle and it shatters in my hand, slicing my poor little pinkie finger! First reaction was "Damn that really hurt". Second reaction was "Holy crap that's a lot of blood!" I'm talking about the type of bleeding you would see in a battle scene of a war movie, the blood pulsating and shooting out half an inch every 15 seconds. It looked fake, which might be why it didn't dawn on me to get a towel and apply pressure. For some reason I just walked around in circles, laughing out of confusion and nervousness, cussing and staring at my dripping pinkie finger before it finally clicked that I needed to stop this "fake" bleeding. I won't lie, it took a good five minutes for the common sense to kick in. As I'm holding my right hand in a towel tightly the pain increases. I take a glance at the wound and "holy crap is that my bone?" I hit the floor and nearly threw up. Second glance I realize its just a piece of glass. It took me a few minutes to get the stomach to pull out the glass myself. I spent the next 20 minutes with my hand above my head waiting for my mother to arrive to take me to the hospital...praying the realtor wouldn't show up before someone could clean up all the blood in the bedroom. Imagine what the prospective buyers would have thought! ;) Long story short the glass that was stuck in my finger ended up severing the nerves and the tendon. Without the surgery there was a good chance the tendon would have shrunk into my palm and possibly to my wrist making my arm pretty much useless...which would have put an end to Holly's Hobbies! :( We couldn't have that now could we? I was dreading the surgery. I had to wait a good week before they could finally do it and everyday was more and more nerve wrecking. I have a fear of general anesthesia. The morning of the surgery they begin prepping me, putting in my IV, giving me my antibiotics and sorta giving me the run down of what all they would be doing. The anesthesiologist came in and told me he was going to give me something to settle my nerves. "I'm gonna give you something that will make you feel good okay?" Umm Okay. "You look a little nervous so this will be like drinking a 6 pack." My last words..."But I'm such a light wei........" and I'm out. I'm gonna be honest with you, I've had two c-sections, I can handle pain but NOTHING compares to hand surgery. I don't know what I would have done without my family and Jesse to help out with the girls during that recovery. It was a good 2-3 weeks before I didn't have constant pain. And there is only so much you can do with one hand...and no, NOT THAT! ;) The upside of all this mess is I got out of helping during our move to Katy and hardly had to change any diapers!!! My hand is finally out of a brace and I've been going to physical therapy to learn how to use it again. Its very frustrating not being able to move it like before...hopefully one day I'll have full use of it again. For now it just sits there, curved and scarred...my hand modeling, along with my cage fighting career is now over. Fortunately every day gets a little better!
Other than my clumsiness and mishaps my little family is doing great! Jesse started coaching a 10 year old select baseball team as well as playing in a men's league. He absolutely loves it! Baseball has always been his passion...right along with fishing. We hardly get to see him during the week but he's really enjoying himself and its very cute too see him so excited about something. Every night he comes home and goes on and on about which kid is improving the most and who he thinks is the next "little badass". I think he has found his calling.
Farryn is still full of "Farryn-tude". Nothing but sassy lil comments spit outta that little mouth of hers. I love her to death but she keeps a fine line between driving me crazy and making me laugh till I'm in tears. Just the other day when I asked her what she wanted to eat for lunch her reply was..."BOYS!" She completely caught me a little off guard with that. Lol. I told her we can't eat boys, they taste nasty. "Nuh-uh Mama, we can just put some sauce on em!" And how do I respond to that? ;) I've got a future man eater on my hands!
Charlye is growing like a little weed. At this rate she'll be bigger than her sister within a few months. She spends her days ramming our heels in the kitchen with her walker, stealing her sister's toys...slobbering all over them so Farryn no longer wants them and crawling faster than a bullet to chase our poor "Tulla Wulla" (Cullen). Char-Char tortures that sweet, patient dog and he tolerates it like nothing I've ever seen. Yesterday she kept taking his bone from him, he tried to growl low enough where only she could hear but I quickly gave him "the look" and he decided the bone wasn't worth it. He let her play with it for a few minutes and then decided it was his turn again, he wanted it back. The minute he took ahold of it and started walking off she screamed bloody murder and he quickly gave it right back and walked away...like a sad whipped dog. ;) They are all something else and I'm enjoying them sooo much!
As for me, I did my first faux finishing job since the accident at our new house this past week. I wish more than anything right now that our camera was working (note to self: 11 month old + digital camera= a slobbery memory card that no longer stores pictures). Charlye's new room turned out great!!! I did a barn red with a center border of brown cowhide outlined with chocolate and ivory crackle faux wood and overlapped with three hand painted rustic Texas stars. I've very proud of myself and I'll try my best to get pictures of the new digs soon. We love the new house and we love our neighborhood...its just taking some getting used to. Without the police sirens, the car alarms going off and the occasional gun shots in the distance, the silence is almost eerie. ;)
Speaking of gun shots. If you heard on the news about the man killed by SWAT in Northwest Houston... that was my mother's neighbor...three houses down. They were on lock down for over 2 hours as the man was shooting his rifle up in the air and at houses after a heated argument with one of the other neighbors. He was high on something and refused to cooperate with the police. He was shot and killed after pointing his laser gun at one of the cops. It was a terrible situation and a shame some people just don't know when to stop. I house sat for them once, one weekend when I was still in High School. They seemed normal then. But this way before he had his back injury...got hooked on drugs and alcohol and just went down hill. :( People don't realize their choices now will affect their lives years from now...their values and their way of cooping through difficult times. Its such a shame! The wife and son are good people and we'll be praying for the family and for everyone else involved. I'm also praying that one day in the very near future my Mom will be able to get out of the neighborhood!
Now enough of all my ramblings. I'll do my best to keep yall better informed on whats going on with us over the next few months.
Here are a few pictures from the past few weeks.
Kristyn, Brandi and Holly
(Yes, I chopped off all my hair! 14 inches donated to Locks of Love)
My Lil Booger Butt!
Havin a little too much fun at Grammy's during Mama and Daddy's lil weekend get-away.
Our little Model and her new do!
The new house.
