New Blog Site!

Hey there, Long time no blog! I have changed the domain to the website from Double H to Rodeo Ritz. The new blog can be found at www.RodeoRitz.blogspot.com. Please follow this new one from now on as I will no longer be updating the Double H site. If you have a link to the old website that still will transfer you to the new domain so don't worry...but for future reference its all just Rodeo Ritz now! :) So check out the new one please!!!

In loving memory of Jake

Today marked the 3rd anniversary of you death Jake....a few weeks ago I found an old wallet in a box that had your baseball picture from Tyler Jr College on it, (the one where you looked pissed off, a real hard ass) I took it out of the plastic holder to read the back "#1 Stunna, come see me soon!" I smiled and tucked it away in my secret place. I remembered a time when I almost wanted to rip that picture into tiny little shreds...but for some reason I still held on to it. Today I took a trip down memory lane. My freshman year of high school you introduced yourself through instant messenger (as you did with ALL the ladies, I later found out! Jeez...you and Jesse had a lot in common!). I smiled when I remembered one of our conversations. You were explaining to me that one of the benefits of me ever becoming a girlfriend would be that your mother would spoil me rotten as she did with your ex. Nothing wrong with a little bribery eh? (By the way, I finally got my chance to meet your mom at your 1st benefit and she is absolutely amazing!) One night you spent a good hour trying to convince me to come to one of your parties but afraid my big brother would rat on me I declined...so you ditched your own party to come hang out with me and Ash. You earned brownie points with that one.... but lost them when you sent me on a wild goose chase my first year in College Station looking for you. Only to find out you weren't even in town at all and you were only playing a joke on me....god I was so mad that night, but you sure thought you were funny! I ignored your calls after that and I went about a year without talking to you. One day I signed on to instant messenger. JakeJRT21 was always online but getting a message from you was out of the ordinary. You told me you heard I had my first child, and you were so happy for me...before I could even ask about you, you signed off. God I wish I would have asked how you were doing! I don't know what I would have done, could have done but it sure would have been nice just to talk to you for 5 minutes. I had to delete you from myspace because it was too painful to see you. I found myself going to your profile way to often and every time I read "Sorry to everyone that cared." it broke my heart. Yesterday I heard the new Rascal Flatts song, I never really paid attention to it before but finally I listen to the lyrics and I swear they wrote it about you. I wish you were still here...I don't know how good of friends we would have been today but having you and Rachel back would have been better than this. We had many more birthdays we could have shared together! I drive by Spring Woods and imagine you still there, running around that track. I hope that wherever you are right now, you're finally at peace.

"Why" Rascal Flatts

It must have been a place so dark you couldn't feel the light

Reachin for you through that stormy cloud

Now here we are gathered in our little home town

This can't be the way you meant to draw a crowd

Oh why that's what I keep askin

Was there anything I could have said or done

Oh I had no clue you were masking the troubled soul

God only knows what went wrong and why you'd leave the stage in the middle of a song

Now in my mind I keep you frozen as a seventeen year old

Around for when you scored the winning run

You always played with passion no matter what the game

When you took the stage you shined just like the sun

Oh why that's what I keep askin

Was there anything I could have said or done

Oh I had no clue you were masking the troubled soul

God only knows what went wrong and why you'd leave the stage in the middle of a song

Now the oak trees are swayin in the early autumn breeze

The golden sun is shining on my face

The tangled thoughts I hear a mockingbird sing

This old world really ain't that bad a place
Oh why there's no comprehending

And who am I to try to judge or explain

Oh but I do have one burning question

Who told you life wasn't worth the fight

They were wrong...They lied....And now you`re gone and we cry
Cause it's not like you to walk away in the middle of a song
Your beautiful song
Your absolutely beautiful song

Charlye's 1st Birthday!

Charlye had a wonderful first birthday! Since her birthday was October 20th and that following weekend a lot of our friends and family were going to be out of town we decided to have her party on Halloween day and make it a costume Party. Everyone looked so cute and we all had a very good time! My heart melt seeing my little darlings all dressed up! My girls are just growing up into such cute little ladies! I love em!!! Here are some pictures from the party...

Landon, Stephanie and Charlye

The Birthday Girl with Aunt Stephanie!

Charlye and her future brother in law! ;)




The cake I made for her party! I'm so proud!!! (Note: Now taking cake orders!)





Making our spooky spider pops! My favorite part of my kids' parties are teaching the craft projects!

My sweet little one year old!

The German Beer Maid and the Vintage Pin-up!

Farryn looks a little smitten in this picture with Issiah....

So Landon is showing Issiah who she really belongs to! ;)

I don't think Brandi got the memo this was a children's party. Its not appropriate for her to be petting her kitty in public! ;)

The birthday girl with her Pop-Pop, her G-maw and her Great Pa-Pa Tyer. (98 years old, so glad he could come to her party!!!)

Just lil ole me!

Miss Center of Attention!

Barbie lost her Pegasus!

The cat's meow! Nana and Charlye.

Uncle John and Aunt Cynthia...sorry I couldn't think of a more clever introduction! :)

"Flo" saw all the cars parked outside and thought she would stop in to give everyone a great deal on Auto Insurance! Love ya Mom!!

My redneck husband... #2. ;) J to the K people!

There was some noise complaints on the party so the station sent out Officer Dingle to investigate.

A few arrests were made...only the wild and crazy ones though. :)

I was cussing a few times while trying to nail this lil "bwitch" to the tree but she turned out pretty cute if I may say so myself!

MMMM...Grammy's cupcake was delicious!

Happy 1st Birthday Charlyse Ava!!!

Later on that night....


Billy Ray Cyrus called...he wants his mullet back!

Exhausted by 8:00, she just couldn't hang with the big ponies!

I've got my hands full...

Charlye's 1st birthday is in October, so I've started planning her lil Halloween themed party bash. I've been getting cake ideas, decorations and working on invitations. Farryn notices and is into everything I'm doing and decides its time to start planning her 4th birthday party as well... for January. She tells me for her birthday she wants to have a wedding. (Her favorite movie right now is 27 Dresses) I asked her who she was going to marry and without any hesitation her reply...."DERIN" (she can't say her G's). Now, Gerin is her 13 year old cousin, by marriage. He's a sweet kid and he plays with her alot and is patient with her unlike his older brother Chayce. Thats why he is currently her "favowite". When he's not around she's talking about him non-stop!

This morning as I'm folding laundry here is what I hear as they are playing in her room.

Gerin: "Farryn if you don't let me play with the black scarf I'm going to break up with you."

Farryn: "WHY? You don't wanna marry me? You don't love me no more?"

Gerin: "Well, I was playing with that scarf first and you took that from me, that wasn't very nice! You can have the yellow one but I would like the black one back or I'm gonna call off the wedding."

Farryn then starts bawling her little eyes out as she's runnning to my room. "MAMA!!!! DERIN WONT MARRY ME NO MORE!!!"

Gerin comes out of her room laughing and Farryn runs back in and slams her door behind her. She spent a good 10 minutes in there just crying on her bed. When he went back in to "make up" with her she then told him. "YOU GET OUT NOW! I'LL GET MARRIED ANYWAYS!"

Another 10 minutes later she comes out and yells down the stairs. "Derin? Derin? I sorry I was wude to you! You still like me?" His reply "Of course. You still wanna get married?" Her reply..."No, I'm gonna marry Uncle Todd now! But thank you!" ;) And this is just the beginning....

The past few weeks...

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.

Holy-Ba-Jesus!!

I don't think I can even come up with the right words to describe the last two days in the crazy life of Holly....but I'll try my best.

Yesterday I spent most of my day driving around Houston looking at houses for rent. We are in the process of debating if its in our best interest right now to stay where we are at and get a roommate or find renters for our place and move into something cheaper...keeping it short, this economy SUCKS! I've recently fallen in love with an area of Houston called The Heights. If you don't know where that is try to look it up online for pictures, you'll see why. Adorable rows and rows of cute antique farm houses with huge front porches and big oak trees....absolutely gorgeous area...or so I thought. My GPS lead me to a little dingy area with a few houses that were falling apart and yards with old lazy boys in the front...I quickly decided this wasn't going to be the house for us and started to drive back home. As I'm pulling onto the main street from the neighborhood out of nowhere a brown SUV comes hauling ass around a side street and swerves right around me cutting through the parking lot across the street and then swerving back onto the road going at least 90 if not more! Speed bumps did nothing to slow this vehicle down! Not even seconds later 5 cop cars are right behind him...one stopping for a split second to roll down his window to yell at me if I was okay and then speeding off as I could only simply nod before realizing what just happened! We could have been killed! It took about 5 minutes for me to start driving again, by this point I saw the helicopter above us so I knew they would eventually get caught. But I'm taking that little experience as an omen from God that we weren't meant to be living in that house. Eventually my "nerbs" settled down and my mood was much more cheery....that was until....

You won't even believe this...only me...this could only happen to me!

My mom has a beauty shop as most of you know. She's always staying up there late at night cleaning and asked me to come up there tonight and help. We were just sitting there talking and dusting, vacuuming the floors and washing coloring bowls when all of a sudden I hear heavy breathing through the AC vent. I asked my Mom to turn off the water so I could hear what that noise was.
Mom: "Oh that's just Irma!"
Me: "What? Irma is dead Mom, why would you say that?"
Mom: "She sometimes turns the water on or pushes the hair blowers down, its not a big deal...why are you scared of ghosts?"
Me: "Uh, maybe because your ghosts sound like they are having sex!"

She gets quiet and goes to the vent and listens...sure enough she hears the "sex" too. Heavy breathing and panting...

Mom: "That's strange...must be the AC unit making noises"

We go on our business and start mopping...about 15 minutes later we hear music coming from the A/C unit. Indian music...soft but definitely music. We stop what we are doing and listen. I kept encouraging her to call the police because SOMEONE was in the A/C closet, I could just tell. But the music suddenly stopped. Not wanting to think we were absolutely crazy we go outside to the side of her building and see a closet door. Why I even tried to open it I don't know...very stupid of me but I did so and to my relief it was locked.

::::whispering::::
Mom: "I never lock that door, its never been locked...its too small for anyone to be in there."
Me: "CALL THE POLICE!"
Mom: "I'm gonna call the landlord first"

Landlord is on-site so he's there within 3 minutes. We meet him outside and are quietly standing around debating what we are going to do. We finally agreed to call the police before we use the key to unlock the door. Before the police show up a MAN opens the door and comes out. Bright orange shorts, a back pack and a open white shirt with a gallon of milk in hand, a sleeping bag and a half gallon of orange juice in the other. He was ready to party. The landlord yells at him to stop where he is at and remain there until the police get there but he just says "I was only trying to get out of this heat! I'm leaving" Mom yelled out "YEAH RIGHT, we HEARD what you were really doing!" He quickly runs off as Bobby chases him through the property while on the phone with dispatch. The police are still looking for him. Inside the closet was a cardboard box he had used to lay down underneath the A/C unit up on stilts and peep at us through the A/C vent as he...well ya know! Eh!!! What a night!

Between foot fetish freaks and masturbating closet cases....I don't know what it is about me that draws in such crazies! But like I said...holy-ba-jesus!!!

June Fun has begun!

So far June has been a pretty interesting month for us. Alot of traveling, a lot of sun, a lot of fun...and some other stuff mixed in between (but I won't go into that). A few weekends ago we had my sister's graduation and Jesse's cousin Courtney's wedding. One 4 1/2 drive to Lipan Texas on a Friday afternoon... a 3 hour drive to Austin Sat. morning...2 1/2 drive back to Houston on Sunday. I am sick to death of driving so I've been taking it easy at the house with the girls and only leaving for Farryn's swimming lessons Monday-Thursday for the next two weeks. She's getting so good at it too and I'm so proud of her. It started off a little rough, more so for me than her. I was kicked out of her swimming class. How you ask? Yeah...I wondered the same thing. I guess sometimes I come off a little "snarky". Farryn has a hang up about peeing in the water. Its something I find disgusting and I encourage her to always get out before she has any accidents. During her first day she really just had to go. Her teacher ignored her complaints and continued to dunk her head in the water repeatedly. Of course any child would make up an excuse to get out of the pool just for that but I knew she really needed to go because she was calling out for me to take her. I went to the edge of the pool and the teacher said very rudely "she's fine!" After Farryn insisted she couldn't hold it I asked Miss G. to bring her to me so I could take her. Miss G, didn't agree, Farryn starts crying and then finally she gives in. I take Farryn for her potty break and sure enough she really wasn't lying, she went for a good two minutes...still crying about how "MEAN that lady was!" When we got back to the pool she didn't want to get back in. She kept saying "She's mean mama, I don't like her!" Without really thinking I said "I know hunny, I know she's mean but she's got to teach you to swim"..."MEAN Ms. G" heard this and was not happy one bit with me. She said "Tomorrow don't come back! You can drop her off and wait in the lobby but you're not allowed back at the pool. She is too much of a Mama's girl and your daughter completely lacks confidence!" Now come on lady! Was that really necessary? It doesn't bother me if Farryn pees in the pool or not, I was only trying to do the SANITARY thing by taking her out. I don't see how taking 5 minutes of your sweet time really is that big of a deal but I guess that is where we disagreed. I didn't come back the next day, my grandmother took her. The third day however I did...and once again I was kicked out. ;) We're in the second week and I'm finally allowed back. Haha, I guess I better behave! So here are just a few pictures of this month so far.

I hate "self portraits" I think they are for the most part pathetic on the takers part but since I'm the one usually taking the pictures of others I thought I would try to get one of just me and Charlye together for a change...Charlye wasn't cooperating. I gave up.

Leave it to Farryn to be a goofball in a little family picture. I love this though so I just had to post!

And finally...I'm included in the picture! Thanks G-maw for taking this!

After the wedding ceremony the kid's went off to their own lil reception in a suite upstairs and the adults were able to enjoy themselves. It was such a blast! Jesse and I had a great time dancing...but I'm extremely worried about poor Courtney's professional photo's... I have a feeling my boobs will be the highlight of many shots as my dress did not want to stay up! Whoopsies! I won't be wearing this get up at anymore weddings that is for sure!


Here are some pictures of my girls hanging out in the back yard. We've spent the last few weeks working on our tans. And by tan I mean my "clear" translucent skin now being considered "flesh" toned. I'm a working progress! :)