ME----UNCENSORED

So my friend Jessica has an amazing blog and I borrowed this idea. It's a great way to be honest and true to myself.

1. Tell me something obvious about you. 

I have a big heart and I'm a giver. I worry a lot about what people think of me, although I'm working on that

2. Tell me something about you that many don't know. 

I have really really bad OCD. This is a very touchy subject that I have been writing about but not publishing yet. Someday I may be ready to talk about it. My mother actually suggested I write an actual book since she loves my writing so much. Perhaps my book will be about living life with OCD

3. What is your biggest fear? 

 

Death. My family dying, me dying, my animals dying. Death is something I fear for everyday of my life 

4. Do you normally go the safe route or take the short cut? 

I've been known to do both. Depends on the situation

5. Name one thing you want that you can't buy with money. 

 my health

6. What is your most treasured possession? 

 

Anything that can take pictures. My formal camera and my Sony cam. And of course my iPhone. By nature I have a photogenic memory (I will blog about that at some point) but to capture all those moments I have in life is priceless. I may remember a lot of it, but my girls are young so for them to have scrapbooks and all these memories of their childhood makes my heart smile

7. What is the one thing you hate most about yourself that you do often? 

 

 

I second guess myself. It could be as simple as having a conversation with a friend. Then when it's all said and done, I'll replay it in my mind and wonder if I said anything wrong. Or if I made the right choice in certain aspects of my life. All the what ifs or if I could of done something better. I don't want to say too much on that since I'll save it for another blog entry :)

 

8. What is your favorite lie to tell? 

 

Well lying isn't something I agree with or do. But I guess I'm guilty of "white lies" to my children. Like "if  you don't brush your teeth, they will fall out". Or "be good or Santa won't come".  You know that kind lol (ooo that would be a fun blog entry to do hehe)

 

9. Name something you've done once that you can't wait to do again. 
 

DISNEY WORLD. We are already planning our trip for about 4 ish years from now. We would love to leave here, with another family and drive and split on a condo :)

 

10. Are you the jealous type?

Right now? No. In my past? Yes there were times I was jealous. Not psycho jealous, but the type of jealous like "oh i wish i was as skinny as her or as pretty as her".  The type of jealous where you wonder if the grass is greener on the other side. I've learned that it's not. Often when I was jealous (for no reason of course) of something, I came to find out that the grass wasn't really greener for "them/him/her". So through life's challenges and stepping stones, I've learned to embrace what I have and who I've become. But believe me, it's not an easy task to accept myself for who I am, and not want to be someone I'm not. 

 

 

11. What is the one person, place or thing you can't say no to? 

Person: Oh my dear Annabelle. Gosh, that has to be the hardest person to EVER say no to. Even my mother has noticed over the years that I was MUCH stricter with Arielle. And NO I don't favor one for the other. I love both girls very equally and adore, and cherish them both for WHO they are and are becoming. But there IS something about Annabelle when it comes time to saying "NO"

Place: Restaurants. God, it's SO hard to say no when friends ask us out. We are the type of people who love to try new restaurants, and in our town, we are SO limited. But yea, eating out is def a "place" i can't say no to

Thing: Chips-can I say that? Chips are my fault with food. You name it. I don't care what kind it is, bring them out and I can't have just one chip

 

12. What is the nicest thing someone has ever done for you? 

Gosh. That's a hard question. Simply cause I have so many I could write about. But the first thing that came to mind is Jason. He's always going over and beyond of what he has to do, in order to assure that our children and I are well taken care of and are happy. Jason, you truly deserve your own entry on my blog
 

13. If you could do something crazy right now, what would it be? 

Have another baby. There I said it. BUT it will NOT happen, and I have come to terms with that. But that's what I would do, if I COULD :)
 

14.When was the last time you felt so good that nothing else mattered? 

Walking down Main street holding Arielle's hand at Magic Kingdom. I get butterflies thinking of it. Waiting in line for all those Disney characters with her was the best part of our trip. At that point in our trip absolutely NOTHING else was on my mind but Arielle and the characters. If you ever get a chance to see the pictures on facebook of our trip you will see the "Kodak" smile that was on me the ENTIRE time

 

 

15. Do you feel comfortable in public with a swimsuit on?

F*CK NO-but I do it, cause I don't want to miss out spending time with my children doing what we all love-SWIMMING
 

16. Name something embarrassing you've done.

 

 

This was out of my control. (if you get grossed out easy stop reading NOW) So some of you know my issues with my hemorrhaging? Well one day at Burger World when I got up, I started bleeding out right there by the booth. And by bleeding out, I mean blood gushing out and going right down to my knees. How's that for embarrassing?

 

17. What is your favourite food/meal?

 

 

Pizza, Cesar salad, pasta, BBQ rib eye steak

 

18. What song could be the theme tune to your life?

 

 

Holiday Road (the one from the Griswold's vacation movies). Why? Cause everyday is an adventure in the Petitcler's household :)

 

19. When did you know you were going to marry your husband?

 

When I first met Jason, he wasn't the typical guy I went for. He wasn't an ass, he was actually polite and adored me from the get go. The ONLY thing I can say he lacked was style. He came from a small town and didn't care much for what he wore. And I guess he remembered me saying one day while we were getting to know eachother "you would look so good in khakis...(my subtle hint lol)

 

We had been dating maybe 3 ish weeks. My father had invited him to East sides for dinner on a Friday evening. He lived near the restaurant so told us he would meet us there. In walks Jason, with a new shirt, and a new pair of khakis. From that day on, i realized that he must actually care a lot for me and taking my "advice" into consideration showed his character. He was the sweetest guy i'd ever met. From then on, I dressed him. Per his request. He's been a "pretty boy" since haha.

 

I'd like to also mention, if there is ANY topic or subject you would like me to blog about, please don't be shy to ask. I love to write and it's therapeutic for me.

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Not surprised

So here I am. Enjoying life again. But there's a minor little detail I haven't shared with many people.

I have been struggling/dealing with a rash. This rash started the week I got my surgery. Before it actually. So surgery has nothing to do with it. But now, it's full blown. I have seen my Dr for it. There's a name for it. It's called Pityriasis rosea. Here is the link if you want to read up on it.

 http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/pityriasis-rosea/DS00720

It says it hits people between the ages of 10-35. Well lucky me, I'm still 35 until July. SOOO I'm not surprised something else has entered my body. It also says that it typically starts following a sore throat or fever. Well the week leading up to my gastro/food poisoning I had a really bad sore throat. Thought it was strep (ended up not being strep). Then when the sore throat was still there, the gastro/food poisoning hit. Following that, I noticed a dot or 2 of something that looked like buttons. Had surgery on Thursday Jan 31. By Feb 4 I noticed my belly, chest and breast area was covered in those dots. A call to my Dr was made.

I saw my Dr and he looked all over at this rash (it was JUST starting my neck at this point). He said "oh it looks to me like it's Pityriasis rosea." I said "what is that? what caused it"? And he basically said there is no known reason for it normally, and it's not contagious, it's not bacterial and it's not fungal. Hmmm, OK but now what? He asked if it was itchy. I would say the belly/chest area is a 2 outta 10 on being itchy. But my neck? (I'll get to that in a moment). So he said, if it gets worse or new symptoms, to please go back and see him and we will reassess.

Fast forward to the weekend. We went outta town, and my neck was dramatically worst.  And the neck is a 9 outta 10 on itchiness. SO itchy and i try not to touch it cause i don't want to make it worst. I've had a few tell me to put anti itch cream or whatever but I don't know if I should just leave it or treat the itchiness.

Here is what I found on the website

Definition

By Mayo Clinic staff

Pityriasis rosea (rash)

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Pityriasis (pit-ih-RIE-uh-sis) rosea is a skin rash that usually begins as one large circular or oval spot on your chest, abdomen or back. Called a herald patch, this initial spot can be up to 4 inches (10 centimeters) across.
The herald patch is typically followed by a distinctive pattern of similar but smaller lesions that sweep out from the middle of your body in a shape that resembles drooping pine-tree branches.
Pityriasis rosea can affect any age group, but it most commonly occurs between the ages of 10 and 35. It usually goes away on its own within six weeks. Pityriasis rosea can cause itching, and treatment usually focuses on relieving symptoms.

Symptoms

By Mayo Clinic staff

Pityriasis rosea typically begins with a large, slightly raised, scaly patch — called the herald patch — on your back, chest or abdomen. Before the herald patch appears, some people experience a sore throat or fever.

A few days to a few weeks after the herald patch appears, you may notice smaller scaly spots across your back, chest or abdomen that resemble a pine-tree pattern. The rash can cause itching, which is occasionally severe

Causes

By Mayo Clinic staff
The exact cause of pityriasis rosea is unclear, although there is some evidence that the rash may be triggered by a viral infection, particularly by certain strains of the herpes virus. Pityriasis rosea, however, isn't believed to be contagious.

So with that being said...i would like to stretch out that I DO NOT HAVE HERPES. Although I got it from something viral (my sore throat 3 weeks ago maybe), I don't want anyone thinking I have herpes lol


So I gave you in a nutshell what this rash is. I still don't know the actual real reason I was hit with this, but at the same time,  I'm not surprised by it. In the beginning I thought maybe it had to do with lupus, but I'm not so sure it was lupus since the word the Dr told me shows me what it is. There's tons of pictures online of this annoying rash and I've taken pictures of my own rash to compare and it's identical (but some pictures I've seen online are SO much worst then mine).

Here are pictures of the rash on MY body. Please don't be grossed out by me. I promise I'm not contagious and it's not my fault :(

 

 

This is one side of neck (other side is the same)

This is parts of my belly

 This is my side of belly (I have it really bad on breasts, but I'll keep this blog G rated)

 

So as you can see, I'm dealing with a little set back on my regaining my health. But this too shall pass right? (gosh i hate that saying) So all you friends out there who have been here for me, and continue to be here, thank you. My Dr said it may take up to 2 months for it to fully go away. So in the meantime I can continue enjoying life with my family and friends all while being itchy with this, I have no time for you, leave my body PLEASE rash.

 

*sigh* Thank you if you read the whole thing and if I didn't bore you yet again with a sob story.

Yes, my father was THE Bonhomme

We have all gone through this. Your 13, and it's NOT cool to go into a store called "Bargain Harolds", or "BiWay".  Remember those stores?  I am SO guilty of this. My mother would drag me into those stores almost every week. But if someone saw me go in, the whole school knew the next day. And god forbid you wear anything or buy anything from there. That was even worst then going INTO the store. The embarrassment of being seen in those stores at the tender age of 13 brings back such fond childhood memories. At 13, your trying to come into your own. Reaching milestones that can be very hard for a young pre-teen. Now a days though?  Going into Dollarama? Love it. Love a good deal. Not for some things of course, but for fun kid stuff, or snacks, or cottage accessories, the dollar store rules.

Ahhh, speaking of childhood memories, there is one I will never ever forget. My dad being the Bonhomme Carnaval. Back then, the arena would be packed fully with people of all ages, and there wouldn't be an empty seat. There was also a carnaval queen and the whole nine yards. Times have definitely changed, and it's kinda sad since our french heritage seems to be slipping away.

I am 13, and in junior high school. The carnival will be starting soon which means lots of fun activities at the arena and through the french schools all over town. Someone known in the community has been chosen to be the Bonhomme but no one will know who that is for 2 weeks. That's right, the year my dad was Bonhomme was the first year they did it for 2 weeks.

I am at a school called Cite Des Jeunes and word has it that the Bonhomme is making it's way through our school and all the classes. I think to myself, "oh great, a visit from Bonhomme, big whoopee".  Remember, I'm 13 and too cool for this crap. Sure enough, Bonhomme shows up in our class. And it tends to gravitate towards me and put it's arm around me. I thought "great this Bonhomme is creepy".

So during the course of 2 weeks, I participated in tons of activities. I even joined cheerleading and danced on the ice with my school, and did the whole "I think I'm cool cause I'm 13" thing.

It's the day they will unveil the Bonhomme and I am in the living room hanging out with my dad. It's almost time to head to the arena for the end of the carnaval. I tell him that mom wants me to go on the ice to take pictures of the bonhomme when they take his "mask" off. I tell him that it's not what I want to do, but that mom is making me do it. I then looked at my dad straight in the eye and say "papa, are you the bonhomme"? He says "voyons Rachelle, of course I'm not".  I think to myself "thank god, how embarrassing would that be".

So my father tells my mother and I that he will meet us there since he has to show a house before the festivities. (what a lie that was haha)  Once we arrive to the arena, my mom kept making me go beside Bonhomme so she could get pictures of me and it. I had friends continually come over to me asking me to go hang out and run around the arena (u know act like a 13 year old too cool for anything) but nope, I had to stay with the Bonhomme. I finally beg her to tell me who the bonhomme is. I mean BEG and beg. She finally says "oh it's his best buddy". I thought, OMG it's Marcel. (those that know me, know who his best buddy named Marcel is haha).

With my mom filming (god how embarrassing) and me with my camera ready (even more embarrassing) the "mask" comes off. HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT. (I look towards my mom filming this, and she proceeds to tell me, no wait YELL at me to "take the picture, take the picture"). It's my freaking dad. Why in Jesus name would my dad be Bonhomme. Oh man, I'm even more embarrassed now. Not only did I have to take pictures with it, and of it, it ended up being my dad. I felt awkward (hellllooo? I'm 13). I was so shocked I froze.

Here is the picture of the day. (I also have my own personal pictures but will have to scan them at some point).  This is my dad's face coming out of the mask :)

Fast forward to today. Looking back on all the embarrassment I felt back then, it still brings back warm fuzzies thinking of how much it means to me to have been a part of something so major in our community. Being asked Bonhomme is a big honour and I am so proud to say my father was in fact a Bonhomme Carnaval. I am thankful I got to witness my father being something that is amazing to our french background. Today my little girls got to meet this Bonhomme that we have talked about for so many years.

 

Here is my father this morning at his house. You can see how proud my father is

to have the honour of being the "boss" this year ;)

 

My father and all his girls.

 

 Madison joined us today for lots of fun

 

My dad proudly showing Bonhomme a picture of when he was Bonhomme

So although I may have been an embarrassed 13 year old girl, this is something that is part of who I am. It's not something that I can or would ever forget. My dad was a proud man to show the French community how it's done. You can tell when he talks about it to this day he has nothing but amazing memories surrounding his time as Bonhomme.

Today my little girls got a piece of their mama's history and Arielle is hoping to meet Bonhomme again next weekend when they unveil the "mask". 

Papa, je t'aime beaucoup is je suis fiere d'etre ta fille.
                                xoxoxoxo

Pre and Post Surgery Nonsense

Wow is what comes to mind. Why me? Why someone who is so full of life, joy and happiness do I have to be hit with SO much in my life? And no, I'm not normally one who is self pity, I have a beautiful husband who dotes on me like no man I've ever met, and 2 gorgeous little girls who to me are the best thing that has ever happened in my life. But there is really only so much a happy woman can take of this shit.

Things come in 3's. Well in one week, 3 things did in fact happen. Strep throat was my first, then came the norwalk/food poisoning (will never know exactly WHAT that was, but I truly died and came back to life) and third was surgery. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH.

So, I get to the hospital on Thursday, January 31st at 10:40 AM. By 11:15AM I'm in the back talking to a lot of nurses, almost repeating the same thing so they can make sure of my history, and all that wonderful BS. I change into a gown, and put on a robe. (I really wanted to bring that robe home but along the way into surgery it was taken off of me by some nurses so I couldn't bring it home-it had disapeared). I get into one waiting area where there is a girl there, younger then I am. Much younger actually. For 20 LONG minutes it's awkward silence. You know the type where you just stare at walls, play with your robe belt and hope one of you is called so you can stop avoiding eye contact with this person. Ah finally, she's called in.

I'm alone in my thoughts. Not for long though. A man comes. He's 54. I know this cause I'm pretty sure this man divulged his whole life to me. His first comment to me when he came in? "So, why you in here today". OMG he did NOT just ask that. SHIT. What the hell do I tell him? So I proceed by saying "gynecological problems". He then says "oh whats going on"? REALLY???? you did NOT just ask that to a WOMAN???? Think fast Rachelle, think fast. My humour in me should of just told  him VERY bluntly why in fact I'm in surgery but my SHOCK of these questions made me calmly say "oh you know us woman always have problems". haha. After this point, an elderly lady comes in a wheelchair. My new friend, this man, asks her "so why you in". WOW, he's NOT shy is he? So she's in for a "trigger finger". Found out my new man friend is in for a hernia. I found out where he's from, how long he has been in North Bay. NO time for awkward silence when he's around let me tell you. Next he asks me AND the elderly lady, what area of town we live in. WHOA. So I tell him VAGUELY what area of town. Find out also where he lives, and where this elderly woman lives. By this point I'm like "omg please call my name, please call my name". OH here we go, I hear RACHEL (gah it's NOT RACHEL, it's RACHELLE). I decide not to correct the nurse and proceed to my next destination.

The nurse asks how tall I am. And then puts me on a scale. Yuck. Good thing I almost died last weekend and lost some weight. I then get put behind a curtain for more waiting. Another 90 ish minutes of waiting. In between my waiting, I see people come and go, and hear questions being asked to them. Then boom, THE MAN IS BACK. I see him again cause I'm sitting right by the scale. He looks at me and says "oh hey we meet again". (oh boy). Thank GOD he didn't ask how much I weigh. I mean he knows why I'm here, he knows my age (who by the way he gave me mid 20's while we were waiting in the waiting room-he was shocked i was 35-maybe he's not such a bad man after all LOL) and he knows where I live...why not know how much I weigh??

My wonderful DR comes to see me and touches base. Gosh I love that man. I tell him he must of missed me and he says "always". We shoot the shit a little and then he's off to prepare for our date.

So, I'm walking to surgery. Get inside this very frigid room. I see and meet a few nurses and the anesthesiologist. I could hear them talking and i make a joke, more of a nervous joke and I say "so I'm usually a very jokey person but I'm probably going to be sleeping today". The anesthesiologist says "oh honey, it's not probably, it's a YOU will be sleeping".

I lay on table and they attempt an IV in my left hand. Epic fail. Busted a vessel. So onto the right hand. Success but holy moly it hurt. A few min's goes by and they put a mask on me. Nurse says it's oxygen. I said "I'm not sleeping yet"? she said "in a few min's". So in the corner of my eye i see someone by my IV. I get asked to breath in oxygen. Then every one's voice is leaving my ears. I hear someone says "Rachelle keep your eyes open and think of something beautiful".  At that moment Arielle and Annabelle popped in my head so fast. I also know this is the moment that I'm going to fall under, fall under their spell and they can do whatever they want with me. I have now left the building.

My eyes are blinking, and I'm in pain. I have a personal nurse in recovery checking vitals and asking questions. Oh I have pains in my stomach that last at least an hour. In that hour they gave me my quota of pain meds through IV called something with an F. My quota on gravol since I was going to throw up. And they ALSO gave a percocet. I am in pain, but boy am I flying high.

Once I've been stable and moved from the first recovery to the second my husband is able to join me. He updates me on a few things. I come in and out of consciousness. It took a good 45 min's or so to get me dressed. Every time I would sit up to get dressed I'd almost pass out. If hubby put socks on me, I'd have to lay back down and take it easy some more. When all was said and done, he wheeled me in a wheelchair to the car. But he parked me inside the hospital while he got our car. I am sure people looking at me must of thought i was a zombie.

I get in the car, and lay down, just picturing myself being in bed. I get home and as much as I'm happy to see my girls, i need to lay down and ask Jason to bring me one girl at a time to our bed. Annabelle is first, and she's scared to touch me. I hug her and she won't touch me. I reassure her that mommy can be touched and would love to be touched by her. My fave thing to do with Annabelle is grab my finger and rub her face and soak her all in. Once she sees I'm doing this she realizes I'm her mommy and I'm OK.

I send her off to get Arielle. Arielle was getting ready to go sleep at Nana's. Arielle comes in and my favorite thing to do with her is nuzzle her. Oh boy do I love doing that. She asks questions and we have a short chat. She's excited to sleep at Nana's. By this point I call both kids in. But I'm tired and anxious to lay. My mom comes in and I hug her tight. SO tight. She's afraid to hurt me but at this point I just want my mommy.

Now I'm alone again. From about 6-12 it's NOT a good time. I am so high on the drugs they gave me that every time I fell asleep I would awake gasping for air. Can't feel myself breath. So once Annabelle is in bed, Jay worked on his laptop beside me sipping a beer. He said I keep waking up scared like I can't breath. I'm scared that I will fall asleep and not wake up. I have to trust that Jason is there to keep an eye on me.

Boom, it's 10:30 AM the next day, today actually. And I'm alive. I have cramps (like contractions), and Jay has given me Advil. Although I've been perscribed PERCS, I don't think I'm going to take too many of those. So Advil it is.

I'd like to first off, thank my friends who have emailed and texted me. I have a lot to catch up on and I promise I will respond to each one of you when I can. I haven't read anything yet. Thank you to those who never fail to check up on me. Who kept me in their thoughts. You are amazing friends and I value you all each individually.

I'd like to thank my mom, who is here NO matter what and loves my girls as much as we do. Your grand babies love you so much and crave time with you. Merci maman, I love you more then you will EVER know.

Thank you to my dad and his fiancee, who are also there when we need or want something. I can't wait until we go over tomorrow for dinner, and I can lay on your couch and just be catered to. I miss coming over and this is WAY long overdue.

Thank you to my beautiful little girls who are the best, most joyous zest for life little girls I've ever come in contact with. Arielle, you are one smart little girl, and you are like me and worry about so much. Let mommy do the worrying, just enjoy your childhood baby girl, and know that maman is your biggest fan. I love you my miss Magoo. Annabelle, oh my beautiful, free spirited Annabelle. Your presence in this world is known and you sure make anyone who meets you love you and wanna keep you. But your mine and I love your zest for life. Arielle and Annabelle you will always be my heart walking out of my body.

Last, but NOT least, Jason. Oh Jason. You deserve your own blog entry. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for putting up with so much in our 13 1/2 years together. You are the most patient, loving, caring man I've ever EVER met (not just saying that cause ur mine). If you weren't mine, I'd be jealous of the woman who has you. But I'm lucky, cause I HAVE YOU. I hope we are on to smooth sailing soon. Since December we've been through, strep throat (2x), Scarlett fever, stomach flues, norwalk/food poisoning, stitches, and surgery. I think we deserve a little bit of a break. I hope to have our VERY late anniversary date with you soon. Dinner and movie. Let's get a sitter and have some alone fun. I love you papa poppers. Now make some plans and call a sitter will ya? :)

Here is a picture Jason took of me during my unconsciousness. Hubby must surely love me. Look at me? I am nothing glamorous, not even that pretty, but my heart is big and when I care and love someone or something, I LOVE very hard.

I hope to continue blogging in the coming weeks. I miss it and it's been needed more then ever. If you have made it this far down, thank you and hope you enjoyed my experience.  

Short and Sweet

Not a whole lot to write about..

We've been busy with things lately...playdates, dinner with family and baseball. So I'm going to let you know a few things about this gluten free faze I'm going through (haha OK so it's not a faze lol)

So, I went to dinner at my mom's tonight and she bought me gluten free pasta. The only difference is, she got me corn pasta instead of the brown rice pasta.

Here is my rating:

Brown rice pasta on a scale of 1-10 (10 being the most amazing food I've ever had)
0.5/10 (yes u read that right-ZERO POINT FIVE)

Corn pasta
8/10

So i was very impressed with the corn pasta. Although it smelled like farts after it was cooked, adding sauce to it made it very yummy and no taste to it...so I'm happy with that...I can live with corn pasta, farts and all LOL

I've also been having chicken salads (yes everything is made at home fresh), lots of fruits, roasted chicken, fresh veggies...and popcorn...NO BUTTER ADDED (we have theatre popcorn here and i don't add butter)

But today i went to lunch with a very special person in my life, and the menu was pre-made so i didn't have a choice. It was grilled cheese on whole wheat bread. So since starting this diet, that has been my only cheat really. I had gluten today. I had no choice. But man was it nice to have bread that wasn't a sponge LOL

Tomorrow, and all of next week, I'll be a working lady with a little job 8-5pm. Making a bit of dough to purchase my 2 days of crazy ebaying. And, no, I can't talk about my ebay right now. Cause you'd all think i'm crazy...

G'nite ;)

the ALMOST uneventful day...

So, I saw my internist today. Not much to say actually. Not all blood work came back yet, and we are still waiting for me to get a colonoscopy (woohoo, more fun-ugh). So, I won't spend too much time boring you on a "finally" uneventful appointment.

Now for the EVENTFUL part of the day... (exaggerating for eventful part of course)

I was sitting on the love seat, with my blue grapes, catching up on some emails. I felt the fat part of my legs jiggling. I look down and thought, "wow my love seat is really loose". Once the "jiggling" stopped, i tried to move the love seat myself by shaking my booty and see if my legs jiggle. Didn't happen. Looked at my dog Pitoune and shook my head like "wow that was weird".

I log online and see a friend's status (she lives near by).  "please tell me someone else has felt that too".

I was like "woah", that wasn't my love seat falling apart, that was an earthquake.

So it's day 2 on my gluten free diet.

Lunch: Hummus and veggies, bean chips and salsa

One word on these wheat free chips...YUM...YUM...YUM...(so that's 3 words). Their a bit spicy, and the salsa was spicy...it made for some good salsa and chips...mmmmmmmm

Here is the kind I got

Desert: Blue grapes

Supper: Gluten free pizza.

So, the pizza toppings part was amazing. (garlic seasoned chicken, garlic mushrooms, green pepers) YUM. The dough??? YUCK again. So i took all the toppings off and ate them as is, and got jay to take a bite of that freking gluten free dough.

These were his words "they can send a man to the moon, but they can't make a good gluten free bread"? hahahahahahha. AND, he said "listen, our garberator (food disposal) doesn't like it either". It was fighting with it to grind it up.

Here is the pizza dough I got

Desert: Fresh Ontario Peaches

So not much else to really write about today.

Oh except, I lost 3.5 lbs in one day on this "diet". BONUS

A little insult to injury...

This morning I woke up feeling funny.  Annabelle was still sleeping, and Arielle had just had breakfast with Jason.

I came into the living room, and had to shut the blinds. Wow was it bright.

I decided to do my business in the bathroom, and as usual, I grabbed my magazine. (yes i do like to keep myself busy, even if I'm just peeing). As I was reading it, some of the letters were not there. So I thought to myself, "i must of looked at the sun". So I turned my head and started blinking really fast to see if i saw "sun spots" on the wall. Nope. None. So back to the magazines. I start blinking again and some of the letters disappear. I think to myself "holy shit, my retina's are detaching." A moment of panic came upon me. Got up, washed my hands, and decided to brush my teeth. While brushing, i blink non stop to try and figure out what's going on with my right eye. It was only the right eye. I finish brushing and sit down in my bedroom and realize what is happening.

I call Jay and say "your going to have to take Annabelle to the Dr's for her immunization. I'm getting an aura".

Mom was already on her way to watch Arielle, and then I had Jay come pick up Annabelle.

As soon as i hung up with Jason, i dig for my migraine meds. (30 ish dollars a pill-thank god for some coverage). I pop this pill, and it melts on my tongue. I pray and pray that I won't get the headache once the aura stops. (the aura part usually lasts 20mins-45 mins for me-the headache on the other hand lasts all day).

Jason shows up and grabs Belle. I sit on the couch with my mom, but i still feel very funny and really outta body. My mother says "go lay down". So i asked to let me know when Jason brings Belle back and she can head out. By this point my headache was so bad that I thought my head would fall off.

Jason comes home and sees me laying in bed. He says "stay in bed, your mom will make Belle breakfast and I'm heading back to work". So i ask him to tell my mom to wake me when she has to go. (she had plans).

My mother lets me sleep until about 11am. She offers to cancel her plans so that i can rest some more. But i assure her that I'm OK, I'll just keep the blinds closed and the kids can play.

When Jay comes home for lunch, I decide I should probably eat since I'm going to be starving by afternoon. ( I will get to my new "diet" once I'm done babbling about migraines)

At 1pm, I put the kids for a nap and i lay down on the couch. Arielle got up at 3 ish (to be honest i don't quite remember cause i wasn't feeling so good). She asked if she could watch "Higgly town hero's". Of course you can watch TV, that way i can stay laying down.

At around 4pm, Jason shows up at home and I'm STILL sleeping on couch. Arielle was playing with her Polly pockets. Gosh she's so good to her mama. Jay sits on couch and takes a rest.

By 5pm I wake up from a dream. A dream where I was dreaming in my dream. WEIRD.

I wake up Annabelle and get supper going. Holy lazy day. Yet, I guess it had to be lazy, cause i swear my head was going to fall off.

So here is all the info (according to MAYO CLINIC) on aura migraines.

Definition

By Mayo Clinic staff
Migraine with aura is a migraine that's preceded or accompanied by a variety of sensory warning signs or symptoms, such as flashes of light, blind spots or tingling in your hand or face.
Migraine with aura is generally treated in the same way as migraine without aura. And the same medications and self-care measures that help to prevent a migraine can also be used to prevent migraine with aura.

Symptoms

By Mayo Clinic staff
Migraine aura symptoms include temporary visual or sensory disturbances that typically precede the usual migraine symptoms — such as intense head pain, nausea and sensitivity to light and sound. Migraine aura usually occurs within an hour before head pain begins and generally lasts less than 60 minutes before disappearing. Sometimes, migraine aura may occur with little or no headache.
Visual signs and symptomsThe majority of people who experience migraine aura develop visual signs and symptoms. These may include:

• Blind spots (scotomas), which are sometimes outlined by simple geometric designs
• Zigzag lines that gradually float across your field of vision
• Shimmering spots or stars
• Changes in vision
• Flashes of light

These types of visual disturbances tend to start in the center of your visual field and move outward, or spread.
Other sensory disturbancesOther temporary sensations sometimes associated with aura include:

• Feelings of numbness, typically felt as tingling in one hand or on your face
• Difficulty with speech or language
• Muscle weakness

When to see a doctorIf you experience the signs and symptoms of migraine with aura, such as temporary vision loss or floating spots or zigzag lines in your field of vision, see your doctor immediately to rule out more serious conditions, such as stroke or retinal tear. Once these conditions have been ruled out, future migraines with aura don't need to be considered a potential sign of a more serious condition and won't require a visit to your doctor, unless your symptoms change.

Causes

By Mayo Clinic staff
The cause of migraine with aura isn't clearly understood. It's believed that the visual aura that may accompany migraine is like an electrical or chemical wave that moves across the part of your brain that processes visual signals (visual cortex). As the wave spreads, it may cause these visual hallucinations.
Many of the same factors that trigger migraine can also trigger migraine with aura, including stress, bright lights, fatigue and changes in sleep patterns.

Risk factors

By Mayo Clinic staff
While no specific factors appear to put you at risk for migraine aura, migraines in general seem to be more common in people with a family history of migraine. Migraines are also more common in women than men.

Complications

By Mayo Clinic staff
People who have migraine with aura are at a slightly higher risk of stroke. Women who have migraine with aura appear to have an even higher risk of stroke if they smoke or take birth control pills.

As i mentioned in a previous blog entry, being on birth control can cause a stroke if you get an aura migraine. That's why I had to stop birth control. And the reason I was on birth control was to regulate my "female cycle". And this may be TMI (too much info) for some of you, but i have not had a woman's cycle since April 14th. (and NO I'm not prego, don't even ask). So I really wish i could be on the "pill" so i could feel normal again.



Maybe I got the migraine from NOT getting a cycle and my hormones being all to "shit" again. Who knows, but I tell ya, it's not a fun "headache" to have. (not that ANY are fun) I know some of you have dealt with Auras before the headache, since I've spoken to some of you about it. But for those that don't know what that is, i have a few pictures that shows you what we aura sufferers go through. (my husband gets them a few times a month).

So the first picture shows how part of your vision starts to go. It kinda shows how I started to not see letters in my magazine. Kinda like you can't see the 10 and 11 of the clock picture A. Then as it gets worst you start to see less and less.

This next picture shows how bad your aura is when it's full blown. I normally always see the zigzag lines in color, (like this picture) but today they were just a bright clear light. Kinda like a disco tech. (but i assure you, it wasn't a very fun disco-gotta keep a sense of humour right?)

This next picture shows a perfect example of how your peripheral vision disappears once the zigzag lines move completely to one side of your vision. You can't see anything from that side until it completely goes away. That part is just as scary since u feel like your going blind.

Day 1 of my GLUTEN FREE life

Lunch: 2 hard boiled eggs and 2 gluten free toast.

Eggs-YUM

Toast-THE most disgusting thing I've ever had my whole life

Have anyone of you tried gluten free bread? It's like eating a sponge. Actually it's more of a sponge then a sponge itself. NEVER again. No way. Can't do the bread. I will be cutting bread out for a while. Cause i ain't touching gluten free bread again. No way, no how.

Desert: Cantaloupe and blue grapes

Supper: Fresh garlic, fresh parsley, fresh mushrooms, chicken and brown rice noodles.

The noodles. One word. YUCK. That will get some getting used to. Like MAJOR getting used to. But it wasn't the worst food I've ever had (refer to gluten free bread)

Desert: Blueberries and peaeches

a little picture of my supper...looks good...but don't be fooled...the noodles were icky to me lol

Evening snack: Apple wedges with peanut butter.

So that's my day 1 on gluten free...Let's hope day 2 is UN-eventful

where to begin???

Wow, it's been a while eh? Don't be fooled though. Just because I haven't written in a few months doesn't mean that the wheels in my head have stopped spinning.

I have a lot to say, so bare with me.

First and foremost, I'd like to talk a bit about facebook. Now i've slowly (and by slowly, i really mean SLOWLY) started to faze it out. Although originally i wanted to cut it out of my life completely, a few friends mentioned that i should keep it in case someone needs a hold of me and that facebook is universal, that way it's easier. Fair enough.

I may post some pictures and email or write on someones wall (although I'm not big on wall writing, because i don't like the "world" to see what i write to certain people) but my status changing is a thing of the past as of late. I may post a few memorable things, but my day to day life will no longer be public knowledge. If you are lucky enough (haha) to be on my blackberry messenger or texting, then please don't be shy lol. I will also be blogging a bit more during this new journey I've started. (the journey will be mentioned in a few min's).

So as I close a bit of a "facebook chapter" in my life, a few more chapters in my life will begin.

Okie dokie, now on to my life up to now. Wait, that would be too much writing if i wrote everything from the time we moved. So, I'll just say this. WE ARE MOVED WOOHOO. Pretty much settled, yet a few odds and ends to finish up on the new home. Yes it's our home now. The feeling I get pulling in my driveway is amazing. We have finally found our forever home. I crave it. Even if I'm out an hour. I crave coming home. I've also hosted more friends since we've moved then at the last house. It's more cozy here, since it's all open concept. Everyone is together, as opposed to cooking on one floor, and hanging out on a different floor (like the last house). My girls love this house so much. They play together in the new mickey mouse playroom all the time. No mommy or daddy needed...now that is something to WOOHOO about lol. So in a nutshell, our new home is the best decision we ever made (besides having children of course). If you haven't read about why I didn't want to buy this house, please refer to a later blog entry about not wanting this house :)

My new adventure...hmmmmm....not sure I can call it an adventure...OK, maybe it's a new journey. Yea, OK, my new journey.

So what I'm about to talk about has to do with, Lupus, rashes, not feeling good and a life changing style that will surely change my physical, mental, and whatever state.

For the last couple weeks, my lupus has gotten worst. Well, physically worst. A few of you have seen me lately while I'm dealing with this awful body rash. Not only awful. The worst ever body rash that makes me cranky, itchy, and burning.

My internist has prescribed a "lupus medication". I started taking and not long after I developed a rash like no other. It's been 8 days of this rash now. And NO it's not better. I see this internist on Tuesday.

I saw my family DR at the beginning of the week. He/She said "we'll wait to see what the internist says." So I continued with the meds.

A few days after, i had to go to the EMERG. Why?!? Cause, the rash has become a bit debilitating (OK a lot) and I have not been able to ignore it anymore. So, sometime this week, I saw a Dr at the EMERG who was taken aback by the look of this rash. He/She had me stop the meds (which i had already due to talking to my pharmacist) and gave me a shot on my ass. (oh isn't that fun?) I also started a new medication for the itching. I don't find it works too much. What this medication does though, is zonks me out for hours. So can i take it during the day? no not really, my girls need me. And I'm not rich enough to hire a nanny lol.

By the next day POST-EMERG, it was worst again. So off to the family DR. Now he took it a bit more seriously. So we talked about it, and gave me meds for it. Those don't really work either.

What is mind boggling now, to myself as well as my DR, is this rash here because of the meds, OR Lupus? Guess, the internist I'm seeing soon will be able to hopefully answer that one. So for the meantime, I get to hang out in loose clothing and sit by the fan, so that my rash feels a bit better. The fan cools it down and gives me temporarily relief.

Here are some pictures of this rash I speak of. I had to crop some things out of it, due to privacy. This is after all, a blog about a talk-aholic, and not a naked-holic. Although, I could start a new blog page for that, if people show interest. :)

Forgot to mention that my fingers are in rough shape too. I have trouble bending them if they haven't been bent in a while. There's little tiny cluster of rash all over the joints. That is as painful, if not more then my body.

Here comes the "new journey" part. This passed weekend, i had the chance to speak with a very wise woman. We had a good conversation about lupus, rash, my joint pain. Anything and everything. And we got talking about a change of lifestyle when it comes to food and nutrition.

We decided, to start me on a gluten, and dairy free "diet". I am sure most of you know how much poisons gluten is for your body. And tests have shown time and time again, that gluten free makes your overall feel better (joint pain included).

Over the last few days I've done some research on this type of diet and decided that I must do this, not only for me, but for my family. My girls really need their mother to start feeling better. On a scale of 1-10, 10 being the best I feel, I would give myself a 4 ish, sometimes 6. And that isn't good enough for me or my family.

Today, Jason and I took each one child to do some errands, and off I went. I first stopped at the market (l'amis). I got a crap load of fresh produce. So many fresh fruits and veggies.

My next stop was at a special store to pick up gluten free products. I got everything from pasta, to soy sauces, to BBQ sauce to muffins, to pizza dough, to bread, all gluten free. You name it, i got it. I could probably take a picture of everything i got, but i'm sure u get the idea and don`t want to be bored with pictures of gluten free products.

I am really looking forward to this new lifestyle and i'm ready to feel better.  I have a really good friend who is going to teach me how to cook gluten free and make it taste yummy. And she sure knows how to cook, so i`m looking forward to spending time with her and learning her tricks.

Of course I have a lot more to say, but for now, i'm going to leave you all with this. I still have a HUGE part of my life to write about, but, this will have to wait. For now, I will document my life on gluten, and dairy free.

Thanks for those who continue to support me and are there no matter what. You are a rare find.

A bit of a scare

So, we all know how excited I've been about our move. I can't shut up about it. I haven't been this happy in a while. I feel great (besides still being a bit swollen from a flare up), my girls are happy, we have my husband home again and we're living in a gorgeous home. You would think that nothing should go wrong right?

Not in my world. I don't lead a "normal" life. Not gonna happen. Never. That's what i am lead to believe as much as I try my hardest to always be positive, something creeps up. But this time it didn't give me noticed and it snuck up...WAY too fast.

Last night Jay and I were hanging out in the living room. At approximately 10:18 ish pm, I get a sudden chest pain. Not the usual, anxiety chest pain. I've had shortness of breath before. But this was different. An elephant, or someone realllllly heavy was sitting on my chest from the inside. It hurt so bad. I had nausea and sweating with it. (and no before you assume, it was NOT a panic attack-I've had those before...like i said, this was different) I was sweating so bad that my hair was dripping wet. I thought I was going to throw up. It felt like a huge clot wanted to come out of my chest. I was stumped on what to do.

Jason said "why don't you lay down a bit". So layed down on my recliner couch and closed my eyes. Boy did it hurt. So weird this feeling. It lasted 20 min's and then i felt ok. But within 10 min's of feeling ok i felt funny again. It was harder to catch my breath and this time i was a bit more scared since this sounded like what my mother had when she had her heart attack.

What do I do? Do i just call the Dr in the morning or do i head to emerg tonight? Do i call my mom to ask what her symptoms were in details or do i not worry her?

I chose to first call and talk to my mom and i tried to be non-chalant about my questions to her, but my mom knows me better then i know myself. And i know she will worry about me, but she's my mom and we're close. If my girls were going through something I would definitely want to know. So right away she said "you have chest pain don't you"? I said "well it kinda went away". She said "Rachelle you've had chest pain a lot lately (approx-4 ish months) and i think u should get checked". I said "yea maybe i will". I hung up and told Jay what mom said. He said "do you want to go"? I said "we'll see".

Phone rings. It's mom. She says "you're not gone yet?" So i promised i would go. I brushed my teeth and got dressed and off i went. I could drive myself. I didn't want the girls to be woken up.

I arrived and told them a play by play of what happened and the time frame but that i was feeling better. I went in right away and the nurse asked if heart problems run in my family. Well, i would say BIG TIME. My mother's father (who i called Pepe) died very young of a heart attack. Golf was his life. He lived and breathed anything to do with golf. One day he told my mom that if he had to go, dying on the golf course would be his ideal way to go. That's what happened. He died on the golf course. (hence the reason I'm SO very superstitious). I was 10 years old and remember it all too well. My mom's brother (my uncle Roberto) had his first MASSIVE heart attack at the age of 38. He was lucky to be alive because this was the biggest heart attack one can get. Not many survive this type. One day at the age of 49 he had a Dr's appointment. On his way home (on his bike) he had a heart attack and passed away. So heartbreaking since he had just seen his Dr. I was 29. Then as most of you know my mother had a heart attack a week before this past Christmas. So to make a long story longer (lol) I have a history of heart disease in my family.

They asked if i have any medical conditions. I said "well nothing except Lupus". Now the Dr i saw in the ER was so amazing and so nice. I really was treated like gold/royalty last night. She said that Lupus can raise the complications with your heart and other parts of your body. She wanted to be on the safe side and said we are going to do some tests.

By this point i felt a bit dumb cause i really did feel better, but knowing what i know about heart attacks at a young age in my family i went along and felt better that I did stay.

I was in the heart room of the hospital for a while. I had an ECG and blood work. I was hooked up to a few monitors and also had oxygen. The Dr said that if the first set of blood work comes back negative she wants to do blood work 6 hours after my "attack", which would bring us to 4:30am. She wanted me to be monitored all night. A nurse then came and hooked up an IV just in case i needed meds. When she poked me it hurt like a son of a B****. I felt liquid poor down. She said "oh your a bleeder". I looked on the floor and there was a HUGE pool of blood-for real. She said "it looks worst then what it is". I said "your trained to say that". She loved my sense of humour. Those nurses who were with me were such sweet woman. I was lucky.

I get moved into an isolation room so that i can have quietness and privacy while resting. (wow eh? not every day you get that treatment at the ER lol). They closed these big glass doors and a curtain and i dosed off while being monitored and on oxygen. (the oxygen felt SO good)

I get woken up at 4:38 am for more blood work. They said, if this comes back negative you can go home after the Dr sees you.

5:32 am comes around and i get woken up by Dr. I get another ECG. Normal. She says what happened was the possibility of a type of indigestion that mimics a heart attack. Although i didn't have heartburn, it doesn't mean it wasn't indigestion and because of the history and my condition it was better safe then sorry. To be honest, i don't feel like it was indigestion. This was true pain and something I'd never felt. But I'm glad (if only for peace of mind) that i got checked.

I can tell you, I don't lead a dull life even when i try too. But i won't let this bring me down. I'm looking forward to a summer of activities, exercise and time with family and friends. When I talk about medical problems I have in my life, it's just to babble and talk about my life. It's not to get pity and for people to say "oh poor Rachelle".
LIFE SURE LIKES TO KEEP ME ON MY TOES.

Here is my VERY unattractive picture of last night

it's a little dark since the isolation room i was in was dark

Amazing what a bit of oxygen can do too



A new house that has become our home

"What dad?? You want us to look at THIS house?? You have to be kidding me." "Rachelle, just humour me and come see it". "FINE"

October 2010. We're off to view this "new" dump, er I mean house. We get to the street, and right away I'm moody cause i don't want an "older" house. (this house is maybe 30 years which isn't THAT old). I ignore my surroundings and the other houses on this street. I am judging it from the beginning. (i knew what it looked like from MLS-the place you can find homes for sale in my area)

Dad unlocks the door. He walks in ahead of us. Right away it was "OMG this smell is freking sick". We start to tour this shit hole. (yes i was that cranky) Right away i say "dad i don't want this house. We can look for fun but there's no way, NO how I'm moving into this gross house".

Now most of you saw the "before renos" pictures (i'm going to post a few before, during and after pictures). The pictures don't do it justice. This house was in such bad shape when we saw it. From far it looked ok ish, but believe me you would of puked just walking through those doors. The stench was enough to make your eyes water.

After about 15 ish minutes of touring, my dad says "you can do this, and this and this. It shoudlnt' take you long and it would look good. The potential is there". I glaze at Jason and I KNEW right there I was in trouble. He had a twinkle in his eye. No lie. I kept my mouth shut at that moment so i wouldn't make my dad upset.

When we were done I just looked at my dad and said "jay and i will talk about it". He proceeded to tell me "make your move quick cause this house will sell very quickly". "Um sure dad, whatever you say".

We get the in the car and we aren't even OUT of the driveway when I look at Jason and say "no way hosay. We are NOT getting this house". He said so much about what he could do to the place. I was like "Jay, it stinks, it's gross, it's got paneling ALLL OVER including ceilings and walls. YUCK".  He said we can talk about it for a few days, which i proceeded to tell him we could talk about it but my answer is NO.

SOLD-freg we bought the house...omg what am i gonna do? I have butterflies (poo cramps)  in my belly now, at the fact that I have to endure "weeks" or renos into a house i don't want.

October is when we bought the house, and December is when we got possession. Renos start in December and jay starts "gutting" the whole house. He found mold, drug paraphernalia inside drop ceilings, among a crap load of other stuff. I wondered WTF did we get ourselves into.

In his mind he thought we would be moved by Annabelle's birthday (January 22). HA... Sure Jay.

The months go by and the more he does to the house, the more he realizes that the place has to be completely gutted in order to look good and non stinky.

The weeks have now turned to months and in his wonderful mind he says "we will celebrate Arielle's birthday in the new house". (may 3). HA... Sure Jay.

I would say that 3 ish months into renos, I realized that the house was going to in fact be our dream home. The more i came here, the more i realized that the lay out of this house is gorgeous, and it DID have potential. I trust Jay, and his taste is very similar to mine and he's very much a perfectionist when he does something. Nothing is half assed. He is by far (and everyone who knows him can attest to this) the most patient PERSON (not just man) I've ever met in my whole entire life and then some. I don't know how he does it but he does. If i had half his patience I'd be lucky.

Our "old" house is sold in March and closing June 15. YAY, we have 3 months to finish this new to us house. LOTS OF TIME eh? NO, not really.

Today, June 15, my poor hubby was STILL at the old house getting crap out. We spent all day yesterday purging and cleaning. I vacuumed areas in that house that had not been vacuumed in our 6 years there. It was amazing the JUNK we've accumulated over the years together (almost 12). But as I always say (actually i don't say that very often) someone else's junk is someone else's treasure.

Jason did all the gutting of the house pretty much by himself. Once renos started, he had amazing support to help him do the drywall, bathroom, lights, painting, staining (i could go on and on).  I want to mention the first names of ALL the people who helped but I'm afraid that i would miss someone and that wouldn't be nice. (i gotta get my ass in gear soon, cause in July ish I'm hosting a thank you party for those who helped along the way. Doesn't matter if you only carried one box, your invited haha...well we'll see haha).

I admit i very much dislike painting and anything that goes with renovating. BUT, I'm a superb organizer and unpacker. (no I'm not even good at packing even though i did most of it with my mom. Even my mom could tell you i suck at packing). Packing and cleaning and organizing is another story. I rock haha.

While Jay and his part-time helpers renovated our beautiful new home, i was a single (ish) mommy for 6 months. And even thought it was hard sometimes knowing that poor Jay worked all day at his real work, then spent until 11 or later at the new house, it was worth it. He is proud of his work and he deserves the praise. We've had SO many of our new neighbors come in to see it. They saw it before we bought it when it was for sale and they were so discouraged about this house. Well when they met us, and told us about seeing Jay day in and day out working away they were curious (albeit nosy lol) to see what we (he) had done. So half my street has been on our home lol. It's ok thought, i love meeting new people and I have wonderful new neighbors. (although i do miss our closest "old" neighbors who will forever be in our life)

So here we are. In our new HOME. My crankiness in the beginning has been long gone and I'm rejoicing in our dream home.  I've met a few people recently who have said that the street I've moved to is one of the most beautiful streets. And they are SO right. It's gorgeous here and not a very busy street which is SO good to raise my girls on. I am looking forward to posting pictures when it's 1000000% done. When things are on the walls, and the girls mickey mouse playroom is done. Heck, even my 2 baby girls are happier here. For real. Toffee (my poodle) on the other hand is another story. He's SO depressed. Pitoune (my schnoodle) is doing ok since she's happy no matter what as long as WE are all together.

Here are some pictures of the same room. BEFORE, DURING and AFTER...

BEFORE BATHROOM

DURING BATHROOM

AFTER BATHROOM

AFTER BATHROOM

BEFORE KITCHEN

BEFORE KITCHEN

DURING KITCHEN 

 DURING KITCHEN

AFTER KITCHEN

 AFTER KITCHEN

So as you can see in the kitchen there are still doors to add but to be honest we are enjoying seeing what's in the cupboards haha.

I'd like to end this blog by thanking my Papa for making me see this house...I love you so much xoxo