tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92819382024-03-23T14:23:27.721-04:00Mon chum m'appelle Pti-Chouun fiancé musicien,<br>
un bouvier bernois réhabilité,<br>
un furet cancéreux,<br>
sa partenaire chasseuse,<br>
...et 3 personnages de la Horde !Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger220125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9281938.post-60542372424133126042010-01-11T14:50:00.002-05:002010-01-11T15:06:53.224-05:00I'm not dead... Just pregnant.I did not completely stop blogging... But I felt it was more appropriate to move to a pregnancy journal style of blog so I can tell all my pregnancy adventures in one spot.<br /><br />Meanwhile, a few friends told me they can't just seem to remember the new blog address and they keep coming back here instead. FEAR NO MORE!!!<br /><br />If you are looking for my pregnancy updates, you can click on the banner below to be redirected to the new blog.<br /><br /><p style="MARGIN-TOP: 10px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 0; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mom2Be/~6/1" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="First Time Mom 2 Be" src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Mom2Be.1.gif" /></a></p><p style="MARGIN-TOP: 5px; FONT-SIZE: x-small; PADDING-TOP: 0px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"></p><p style="MARGIN-TOP: 5px; FONT-SIZE: x-small; PADDING-TOP: 0px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"></p><em>If you like what you read there, don't forget to click on the "vote for us on TopBabyBlogs" button on the right!</em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9281938.post-3394837279725931442009-02-02T17:54:00.001-05:002009-02-02T17:54:00.960-05:00Nouvel anLe 31 décembre était une journée bien planifiée. Nous avions d'abord pensé aller dîner à l'îlot Canard et faire un peu de plongée en apnée dans leur circuit sous-marin et en soirée, attendre le décompte à la grande horloge, avec notre pique-nique - champagne inclus.<br /><br />Il en a été tout autre.<br /><br /><strong>Îlot Canard</strong><br /><br />11 : 00 Charles et moi avons quitté la maison pour aller rejoindre Ruth à l'Anse Vata d'où le bateau nous transporte sur l'îlot Canard.<br /><br />Ma mère était restée derrière pour terminer les préparatifs mais surtout attendre mon père qui devait finir de travailler vers midi et ils devaient tous deux nous rejoindre à l'îlot Canard, près des chaises et parasols qu'ils avaient réservés pour nous tous.<br /><br />11 : 15 À notre arrivée à l'Anse Vata, Ruth nous attendait déjà pour nous annoncer un changement de plan : le bateau allant à l'îlot Canard ne prenait plus personne ? Effectivement, il avait été décidé de libérer l'îlot des touristes plus tôt ce jour-là puisque c'était jour de fête et les employés pouvait quitter plus tôt... OK. On n'a pas de téléphone pour appeler mes parents, mais comme on sait que le gars du bateau ne les laissera pas passer eux non plus, on a décidé de les attendre sur la plage de l'Anse Vata, à faire un peu de plongée en apnée pendant que Ruth se faisait bronzer à l'huile de bébé (!!!) tout en gardant un oeil sur le trottoir menant au bateau pour pouvoir intercepter mes parents.<br /><br />La plongée fut très intéressante, j'ai trouvé le beau porte-montre (voir photo), pleins d'étoiles de mer et nagé avec une tortue de mer... Coup de soleil en prime ! La 30, c'est pas assez...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRGoctAn1FwL43g3nHPF6Gy3jyfrC9WHjbDa47wrXIyrSheZsPQ4Tv5lJsbyvVMhyphenhyphen-GDWvJ7TbTohUl8W9y_yV6Z7DwxHiV09C_R7Z_Z82xY7uWQ8jbI59tERnASI7LqkX062R/s1600-h/PC010014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291464948046028290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRGoctAn1FwL43g3nHPF6Gy3jyfrC9WHjbDa47wrXIyrSheZsPQ4Tv5lJsbyvVMhyphenhyphen-GDWvJ7TbTohUl8W9y_yV6Z7DwxHiV09C_R7Z_Z82xY7uWQ8jbI59tERnASI7LqkX062R/s400/PC010014.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Quelques minutes de plus et une belle tortue de mer est passé près de moi. Nous l'avons suivie pendant quelques minnutes jusqu'à ce que Charles s'approche un peu trop et qu'elle clanche en 3e vitesse...<br /><br />Le coquillage n'est pas le seul souvenir que je rapporterais de cette journée à l'Anse Vata. L'heure pendant laquelle nous avons plongé était suffisante pour que j'attrape un coup de soleil qui me cloîtrera pendant les 4 prochains jours. Je portais de la crème solaire avec SPF 30.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKsdd1BI2AZXCF8oteWagpvVaSIculvrIO8CK-xhlRxg2A6-480i15hLkwhcxNLIt7DJ8mjabiFmHMWcqqm9_c8fP1Ffahf_YULNzt1-VcrhOjSV1LWKX2SHbwhqN1svR52eIH/s1600-h/P1050277.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291470515478321986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKsdd1BI2AZXCF8oteWagpvVaSIculvrIO8CK-xhlRxg2A6-480i15hLkwhcxNLIt7DJ8mjabiFmHMWcqqm9_c8fP1Ffahf_YULNzt1-VcrhOjSV1LWKX2SHbwhqN1svR52eIH/s400/P1050277.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />12 : 30... pas de parents<br /><br />13 : 00... pas de parents<br /><br />13 : 30... pas de parents<br /><br />14 : 00 Le bateau revient de l'îlot Canard avec, à son bord, <strong>mes parents</strong> (!) Ma mère sachant se montrer très convaincante lorsque ses poussins sont en danger, avait réussi à convaincre le gars du bateau qu'elle était investie d'une importante mission de sauvetage : <em>que ses 2 "enfants" l'attendaient déjà sur l'îlot et allaient mourir de faim si elle ne pouvait pas leur apporter la glacière porteuse de vie</em>. Bref, ils ont réussi à se rendre à l'îlot Canard sans être détectés par Ruth et sans être bloqués par le conducteur du bateau. Faut le faire ! Ils se sont vite aperçus qu'ils étaient seuls et nous ont rejoints à l'Anse Vata sans pouvoir vraiment profiter des locations de chaises et parasols qu'il avaient déjà payées...<br /><br /><strong>Le décompte</strong><br /><br />C'est aussi Ruth qui nous a appris que cette année, le décompte officiel près de la grosse horloge n'aurait pas lieu. Apparemment, les Calédoniens aiment beaucoup le champagne et l'événement faisait beaucoup de grabuge...<br /><br />Donc, aucune festivités ou activités prévues pour le nouvel an... de toute façon, mon coup de soleil me faisait beaucoup trop souffrir pour que je sorte. MAIS, ai-je mentionné que si les Calédoniens aiment le champagne, ils sont aussi de grands amateurs de feux d'artifices ? Nous avons donc soupé en famille et comme l'appartement de mes parents est juché sur le mont Vénus, nous avions droit à un spectacle haut en couleurs. Aucun spectacle de feux d'artifices n'était prévu officiellement, mais il y avait tellement de particulier et d'entreprises qui avaient préparé leurs propres feux d'artifices qu'on ne savait plus où donner de la tête. Ça éclatait en même temps de tous les coins de la ville ET de tous les îlots.<br /><br />On s'aurait cru en Irak en 2004, mais c'était beaucoup plus joyeux.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9281938.post-83754793570892373412009-01-15T05:58:00.012-05:002009-01-27T12:34:19.504-05:00Kuendu BeachÀ quelques minutes de la ville, se situe la plage de Kuendu Beach (oui, je sais c'est redondant mais c'est comme ça qu'on l'appelle quand même).<br /><br />C'est un endroit magnifique et tranquille malgré ses installations touristiques, et on a la possibilité d'y louer un chalet sur pilotis ou de célébrer un mariage dans une petite chapelle sur pilotis.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivbQegSKZBfgLTQZVAh1Fbqhbp2p0q5HpVet2-_2MSw9YHUvDFPK1LOf3bvHSK_D5h_xIqrgZrLg8zrSwD45683AbHp_mjCHYg-7c2hrgBacZGRc5zeG__CEGfZSkC45wljkSx/s1600-h/P1050253.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivbQegSKZBfgLTQZVAh1Fbqhbp2p0q5HpVet2-_2MSw9YHUvDFPK1LOf3bvHSK_D5h_xIqrgZrLg8zrSwD45683AbHp_mjCHYg-7c2hrgBacZGRc5zeG__CEGfZSkC45wljkSx/s400/P1050253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291476049442072578" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9575wBbES7hwAraXS5mpO2Y97QeZmCXcraD3r6OIW-QzoSrYo4Z9-CAZGSE3PHAdeaUGU76GkFGCpcaPe1obI5Zcs_vBjX7rHOXMw2_Yp__5wX1CClyNqGYoWfO97wj4qknUt/s1600-h/P1050255.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9575wBbES7hwAraXS5mpO2Y97QeZmCXcraD3r6OIW-QzoSrYo4Z9-CAZGSE3PHAdeaUGU76GkFGCpcaPe1obI5Zcs_vBjX7rHOXMw2_Yp__5wX1CClyNqGYoWfO97wj4qknUt/s400/P1050255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291484462817376898" border="0" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Lors de cette première visite avec mon frère et ma mère, nous avons seulement marché près des chalets pendant une dizaine de minutes et sommes revenus à la voiture en marchant entre les citronniers et flamboyants (c'est l'arbre aux fleurs rouges des photos) qui poussent sur la côte.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUZQrNsp7WHuvS-CPP8bph4hn-tLSq9lCEaZ4VFIt916tS_N3-aWEXrgOv4g8I58by8ZKI2cyS-odG4g8KXRZ_dZBrm3v6QKyppNFo8TOP8JhGGMRRWMpbmqtSPUnfOyZPfXXG/s400/P1050254.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291476747555875058" border="0" /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIcZqmiYtynAr5r8bEwlVbFJea7IgZckyig-Z7aX2u_heKO9kyCoSpUSHN93GsRTfGfPKUBWFpI1D5ovZHodGDy4l3XeVbO875gwI_MYZ3IKqS9qug6Db2j2aP6wR4YRkKTBn2/s1600-h/P1050256.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_y7Uo9uRXngskGUWrQOCXO0_jXxSaDmB4BHWWc3nhbRjKlfnVqKWJAOacnLuCLxCWl6yflf7HntiwBAxhoCc3ARN76QbYzCqu_DKStH7fUCRY4jlcm_jrpz8h2K0SXWp7n-Zx/s400/P1050262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291480249420702322" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LUvfNV2O1tCMfZQySZ0JdRrPUVfZN0Qew6NaN0AkwTBuWRUbsxVNLLiTQd-7fKvE1ZHjzholvWMkPOTQfkWfR5muVI5GHJvKnfgfGgOq5Gq5rwTLqWzZTbuInezJcXJOzHqZ/s1600-h/P1050264.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LUvfNV2O1tCMfZQySZ0JdRrPUVfZN0Qew6NaN0AkwTBuWRUbsxVNLLiTQd-7fKvE1ZHjzholvWMkPOTQfkWfR5muVI5GHJvKnfgfGgOq5Gq5rwTLqWzZTbuInezJcXJOzHqZ/s400/P1050264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291482653678224754" border="0" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Je retournerais plus tard avec Brian pour une petite séance de plongée en apnée pendant laquelle je n'ai pas pris de photos, mais qui nous a permis de voir une belle</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">raie. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9281938.post-67817851131098099532009-01-15T02:45:00.010-05:002009-01-15T05:12:42.270-05:00Ciel que c'est beau !Quelques photos prises du balcon de mes parents sur le mont Venus et qui font rêver...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4oL7QyEoH8UVcLYjG90JlVBc1adk3MDPh9FjK87PTFXflKwKya_xf609IkUiNJbQpTG22sME-4HzOAZAeRmO7Grt8Gpaft9NrbA_OTjBsdAFXZaNdFzFb3uENDLSWJaKJPpEG/s1600-h/PC090002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdqGZN8SO61XtFyFsXx7sHISX3SwVSsjbGMi9rhb7o1Fbih75zRF1V5E4ZQSlOYyyZPrUIzpLsDH31VpSKGKCfCfa6WQntjgxJJJVNB0mtX3lvhnjh_1JumKFQBTdcXYBwcLAu/s400/P1050218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291458606451510850" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9281938.post-8653604362620142392009-01-09T16:15:00.008-05:002009-01-15T06:51:08.865-05:00Notre arrivée au pays des cagouxDéjà 2 semaines que je suis à Nouméa en Nouvelle-Calédonie. Le temps passe tellement vite !<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW344mGwUJrn8N6p7H053wDPWwCtvC3FrYsYOGtL1v3_-C8btGQMacRpQSB1XGLD-jsB-LiRxsdLcLe_g42RGyHTYO4ysUZiBx9VGZF3Qz5r_Q1iQ6NG3Fuw87sjZmott5Vyim/s1600-h/P1050180.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW344mGwUJrn8N6p7H053wDPWwCtvC3FrYsYOGtL1v3_-C8btGQMacRpQSB1XGLD-jsB-LiRxsdLcLe_g42RGyHTYO4ysUZiBx9VGZF3Qz5r_Q1iQ6NG3Fuw87sjZmott5Vyim/s400/P1050180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291297191992213202" border="0" /></a>Je suis arrivée à 13 h le 28 décembre dernier sur un vol d'Air Calin avec mon frère Charles. En arrivant, on était top shape. Un sentiment de superhéro me comblait de fierté : j'avais vaincu le décalage horaire. Ma stratégie était pourtant simple ; il suffisait de se retenir de dormir dans l'avion jusqu'à ce qu'il soit une heure normale pour dormir à l'heure de la Calédonie.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVFCHpCCX-505hbRFmyxPx7pT1rhD7pfTHksJIPxN4L3rmd6P7eml-a8uCN-hQJWCUF-eTI81K7GSeaYrMGs9sH4oon_4MrJG2_ricWGCq6rrwGXjbU6LZdJECk00FM2bmB92G/s1600-h/P1050202.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVFCHpCCX-505hbRFmyxPx7pT1rhD7pfTHksJIPxN4L3rmd6P7eml-a8uCN-hQJWCUF-eTI81K7GSeaYrMGs9sH4oon_4MrJG2_ricWGCq6rrwGXjbU6LZdJECk00FM2bmB92G/s400/P1050202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291418516280279362" border="0" /></a>L'erreur.<br /><br />Si à 13 h j'étais supposément top shape, j'ai vite réalisé que mon cerveau m'avait abandonnée en cours de route. Sur le chemin de 45 minutes entre l'aéroport et l'appart de mes parents, mes parents et mon frère m'ont - c'était mon impression - bombardé d'information sur ce qui nous entourait. À droite : des arbres à lichis. À gauche: des citronniers, des manguiers, des cocotiers, des chevaux, des bananiers et des papayiers ? Jusque là ça va... Mais avec les noms des montagnes, des rues et un peu d'histoire au travers de tout ça... Ah oui, à droite : le bagne. Il faudra bien visiter un bagne pendant que je suis ici. Toujours à droite, le bateau qui emmene les employés à Goro. Un peu plus loin, le bateau qui emmene les gens à l'ilot canard. Entre les deux, des dizaines et des dizaines de voiliers de toutes les grandeurs.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg-hAO7Qz7I42_TQbcWi-KigCI69zgVeTown01igSHbI1LZZlE5iM5DTcDUQT-hgE_ftsU8wAiuoWNZzcfBl5sXVKqsuAxEePKXGEMQZCEMAZyyWJSqjdAzfkGvPFp1rJSGmjY/s1600-h/PB280003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg-hAO7Qz7I42_TQbcWi-KigCI69zgVeTown01igSHbI1LZZlE5iM5DTcDUQT-hgE_ftsU8wAiuoWNZzcfBl5sXVKqsuAxEePKXGEMQZCEMAZyyWJSqjdAzfkGvPFp1rJSGmjY/s400/PB280003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291471645493496338" border="0" /></a>L'appartement de mes parents bénéficie d'une vue enchanteresse. Perché sur le mont Vénus, on profite des paysages de la baie de l'Orphelinat, la baie des Citrons, l'anse Vata, l'ilot Canard, l'ilot Maître, l'ilot Signal, un mont dont je ne me souviens plus du nom, port Plaisance, et d'autres plages et baies qu'on m'a certinement identifiées et que j'oublie déjà...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4SzyD6XGQFhx2gnWB09Z_WBzCR1jFn0GCEWWu9MSh8_aN0wEhJKQc-zawYAI05hRR_xLXkWUw_WAJYhr7-gpF8zmhBbyROZBxkl34qmq3s7Q0I6YDj1sC_VWYAe58TwQBM3uR/s1600-h/P1050213.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4SzyD6XGQFhx2gnWB09Z_WBzCR1jFn0GCEWWu9MSh8_aN0wEhJKQc-zawYAI05hRR_xLXkWUw_WAJYhr7-gpF8zmhBbyROZBxkl34qmq3s7Q0I6YDj1sC_VWYAe58TwQBM3uR/s400/P1050213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291419993814327778" border="0" /></a>Première constatation : mon frère et moi avons l'air blanchement malades. Il faudra y remédier.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb6u6NXxn5ez7O18L_Gs38ScXLf2egDvy8RUj_4PWKhis6KtayIl0H04b8_DPvVyCW_uRw00RVavs01iqQn3L7ZgGTkoFDj92IMOlemwxlJvVxOfpNTUTNq_oS2KY_NOibMLSl/s1600-h/PB280016.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb6u6NXxn5ez7O18L_Gs38ScXLf2egDvy8RUj_4PWKhis6KtayIl0H04b8_DPvVyCW_uRw00RVavs01iqQn3L7ZgGTkoFDj92IMOlemwxlJvVxOfpNTUTNq_oS2KY_NOibMLSl/s400/PB280016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291472495247838482" border="0" /></a>Deuxième constatation : il fait quelques 34 degrés dehors mais avec une humidité d'environ 80% on veut s'échouer sur une plage et se laisser mourir sur le sable. Mes parents ont remarqué et préparent une petit visite chez leur voisin de pallier qui est en vacances et leur a offert d'utiliser sa piscine.<br /><br />À 19 h, coup de barre. La fatigue me frappe et pourtant, c'est l'heure à laquelle les Français commencent à souper. On est donc sorti pour mon premier repas de tartare de thon sur la terasse des 3 Brasseurs (oui, oui, j'ai appris que c'était une franchise française donc ils ont la même chose ici) dans la baie des Citrons. C'était délicieux. Ici, on sert le pain sans beurre. Si on demande du beurre, il faut le prononcer à la calédonienne (beuuuh-rrrrrre) parce que si on demande du beurre à la québécoise, on a beau avoir un couteau dans la main droite et le bout de pain dans la gauche, faire des gestes de tartinade entre les deux, y'a rien à faire, ils ne comprennent pas. (!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHLiMas2WVdvC6QQeJuGB8cPWCX4yDeVhyz9jtukQZRbcsu_B580nk9CtvJAfiJF1D0AMOJvR71cw5rRFevP8NUic6mcoJjFykPgLmJGLLNV5DoAwkxk8z8mVfsWeG__pK53G_/s1600-h/P1050209.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHLiMas2WVdvC6QQeJuGB8cPWCX4yDeVhyz9jtukQZRbcsu_B580nk9CtvJAfiJF1D0AMOJvR71cw5rRFevP8NUic6mcoJjFykPgLmJGLLNV5DoAwkxk8z8mVfsWeG__pK53G_/s400/P1050209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291421509194831474" border="0" /></a>Au retour, toujours croulant de sommeil, je n'ai pas pu fermer l'oeil avant 23 h 30, en terminant les quelques pages qu'il me restait de Twilight et en prenant mes courriels avec mon nouveau iPod touch.<br /><br />Les 2 prochains jours seront encore plus difficile. Insomnie ou décalage horaire, je ne semblait pas pouvoir rattraper le manque de sommeil accumulé et me réveillait quand même à 3-4 heures le matin sans être vraiment capable de me rendormir par la suite. Pauvre Charles. C'était déjà la 2e visite de mon frère au pays des cagoux et il avait très hâte de pouvoir me <span style="font-style: italic;">montrer</span> tout ce qu'il connaissait sur la place. De mon côté, j'avais surtout hâte de récupérer et de pouvoir embarquer dans le rythme Calédonien. Il avait bien dormi dans l'avion <span style="font-style: italic;">lui</span>. Les deux prochains jours seraient un combat entre l'homme qui veut partager ses découvertes et la femme qui refuse de sortir faire des visites et veut prendre le temps de s'installer.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9281938.post-49972282958718345152008-12-22T16:28:00.003-05:002008-12-22T16:32:03.895-05:00Party de Noël du bureau<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFiioAiOUv4Vf7KU6nTI56fEGJFk1tazfdrbzHLhLDKwSlmzXWEd1GPgA89kRCNjAU1Kxmti4h2i1iZRNoAx75-MU45LMpeufoBTRqPQIviSna1kMhuyex-zOkB0MuFzchVCq6/s1600-h/IMG_0146.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282729804531757650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFiioAiOUv4Vf7KU6nTI56fEGJFk1tazfdrbzHLhLDKwSlmzXWEd1GPgA89kRCNjAU1Kxmti4h2i1iZRNoAx75-MU45LMpeufoBTRqPQIviSna1kMhuyex-zOkB0MuFzchVCq6/s400/IMG_0146.jpg" border="0" /></a> Le party était organisé au restaurant Verses de l'hôtel Nelligan et mis-à-part des problèmes techniques survenus avec la merveilleuse tempête de neige, la soirée s'est très bien déroulée.<br /><br />La photo me montre en compagnie du DJ et du comité organisateur.<br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9281938.post-3451296193615588112008-12-22T14:58:00.008-05:002009-01-13T00:36:58.034-05:00Retour sur 2008Aucun article écrit en 2008... Aye ! On va essayer de résumer les événements qui ont marqué l'année en quelques lignes...<br /><br />Brian m'a demandé en mariage le 31 août de cette année (YÉ!!!). J'ai dis "oui"- ô surprise - et depuis ce temps, j'ai une peur bleue de perdre la bague ! On n'a pas encore déterminé de date et on espère être en mesure de décider du "où" et "quand", dès mai 2009.<br /><br />J'occupe maintenant un poste permanent à la <a href="http://www.sodec.gouv.qc.ca/">SODEC</a>, dans le Vieux-Montréal. J'adore l'équipe avec laquelle je travaille et mes nouvelles fonctions.<br /><br />Mon chien, Luka, aime encore manger de la neige et sentir le dessus des tables. Il ne mange plus ses toutous, et a calmé sa dépendance aux os. Nous avons dû nous départir de Roméo, mais avons adopté 2 nouveaux pensionnaires furets. Cosmos, notre mâle d'âge inconnu a récemment présenté ses premiers symptômes de <a href="http://sante-furet.site.voila.fr/page4.html">cancer des glandes surrénales</a>. La femelle, Comète, est une belle furette de 2 ans qui a récemment adopté sa fourrure d'hiver, dans les tons de roux.<br /><br />Dans 3 dodos, je sauterai dans l'avion avec mon frère pour rejoindre mes parents en <a href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Noum%C3%A9a">Nouvelle-Calédonie</a> pour une période d'un mois pendant laquelle je vais tenter très fort de ne pas trop m'ennuyer de la neige et des embouteillages qu'elle cause à chaque année au centre-ville.<br /><br />Cet automne, je me suis inscrite à une ligue de volleyball amicale et des cours de karaté. Un mois plus tard, j'avais une entorse de 3e degré à droite et une entorse de premier degré à gauche. Comme quoi ma carrière de karatéka n'a pas eu un grand succès. Ma physiothérapeute m'a accordé un retour complet aux activités sportives et normales il y a à peine 2 semaines.<br /><br />Il y a quelques semaines, j'ai fait une saucette à <a href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sept-%C3%8Eles">Sept-Iles</a> pour voir mes grands-parents. Ça faisait tellement longtemps que je suis surprise qu'ils me reconnaissent en me voyant arriver. Une chance que j'avais annoncé mon arrivée !<br /><br />Pendant toute l'année, Brian et moi avions passé d'innombrables heures à faire évoluer nos personnages respectifs dans l'univers de <a href="http://www.guildwars.com/">Guild Wars</a>. Depuis environ un mois et demi, ces mêmes personnages ont pris un congé sabbatique de durée indéterminée, question de nous laisser évaluer les possibilités offertes par <a href="http://www.worldofwarcraft.com/splash-wrathlaunch2.htm">World of Warcraft</a> (WoW). Nous avons donc joint les rangs de la Horde et avons suivi la naissance et le développement de <a href="http://www.wowarmory.com/character-sheet.xml?r=Bloodhoof&n=Lactantia">Lactantia</a>, <a href="http://www.wowarmory.com/character-sheet.xml?r=Bloodhoof&n=Livesbane">Livesbane</a>, <a href="http://www.wowarmory.com/character-sheet.xml?r=Bloodhoof&n=Pattedevlour">Pattedevlour</a>, <a href="http://www.wowarmory.com/character-sheet.xml?r=Bloodhoof&n=Tinkywinkee">Tinkywinkee</a> et <a href="http://www.wowarmory.com/character-sheet.xml?r=Bloodhoof&n=Perfidia">Perfidia</a>. Dernièrement, nous avons rencontré et partagé les péripéties de <a href="http://www.wowarmory.com/character-sheet.xml?r=Bloodhoof&n=Rakknor">Rakknor</a>, joué par la soeur de Brian, Ann.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9281938.post-7631523812041194062008-12-22T13:41:00.006-05:002008-12-22T14:08:23.933-05:00Plus ça change, plus c'est pareilBonjour et re-bienvenue sur mon blog.<br /><br />Pour ceux qui n'ont pas suivi le cheminement de mes blog, une récapitulation s'impose :<br /><ol><li>Création du blog* Jerrika's Lounge bilingue</li><li>Création du blog Le boudoir de Jerrika (en français) et lien avec Jerrika's Lounge (en anglais)</li><li>Constatation que 2 blogs demandent plus de temps qu'un seul et que de tout traduire dans les 2 langues est un exercice non inspirant dont je pourrais me passer</li><li>Oubli/abandon des 2 blogs</li><li>Destruction du Boudoir de Jerrika pour ne garder que celui-ci qui aura certainement des sections en anglais et d'autres en français et que je ne prendrai jamais le temps de traduire</li></ol><p>Je continue de croire que l'époque pendant laquelle je bloguais plusieurs fois par semaine est terminée. Par contre, l'arrivée prochaine de mon voyage en Nouvelle-Calédonie ainsi que l'organisation de mon mariage me remplissent déjà la tête de sujets de discussions sur lesquels bloguer.</p><p>Je reprends donc ma plume avec un nouveau look. Je viendrai donc de nouveau dépeindre mes aventures sur ce nouveau canva, d'où je l'espère vous apprécierez partager mes états d'âme.</p><p>Bonne lecture !</p><p>Cynthia</p><p><em>* Oui, je sais, en français, on parle d'un blogue... mais j'vous avais prévenu qu'il y aurait des sections en anglais !!!</em></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9281938.post-22390611757070129502007-01-02T02:24:00.000-05:002008-12-10T02:57:14.941-05:00Happy New Year!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnRXwGqtJeHxOiXQpKG8MrZbipJbb0_NKye-rBGPT3dAcnLu7hEhaqUPtAr3Y024rwaPIppF2CMGKQ6lunyeES22qrrdo4hAmujyBpbU73PGd-aDfW6TEU4dJtIywn-N1_ZVZE/s1600-h/PICT0290.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnRXwGqtJeHxOiXQpKG8MrZbipJbb0_NKye-rBGPT3dAcnLu7hEhaqUPtAr3Y024rwaPIppF2CMGKQ6lunyeES22qrrdo4hAmujyBpbU73PGd-aDfW6TEU4dJtIywn-N1_ZVZE/s400/PICT0290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015331160770746226" border="0" /></a>Brian and I celebrated the arrival of 2007 with a bunch of friends at Verses Restaurant (Nelligan Hotel) in Old Montreal, where <a href="http://www.thejelloshots.com">The Jello Shots</a> were performing.<br /><br />The food was delicious, the music was great and the bar was... open!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9281938.post-1164499629170204142006-11-25T18:43:00.000-05:002006-12-31T04:01:55.403-05:00Meet Blackperl<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8146/669/1600/200403/Blackperl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8146/669/200/849372/Blackperl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Have you ever played <a href="<br />http://www.puzzlepirates.com/register/welcome.wm?locale=en&from=r598574">Puzzle Pirates</a>? Until recently my answer to that question would have been: "Puzzle What??"<br /><br />But then, my friend Marie-Elizabeth, aka Redrhum, introduced me to that online multi-player puzzle game. You can see right here the first portrait taken of my Pirate called Blackperl, Fleet Officer of the Sea Lords crew in the Viridian Ocean. Of course she now wears much fancier clothes than this but the prices of making a new portrait is out of her budget after just purchasing a new house...<br /><br />I will not lose myself in describing this great game since Brad Cook already wrote a detailed <a href="http://www.apple.com/games/articles/2004/02/puzzlepirates/">article about it</a>.<br /><br /><a href="<br />http://www.puzzlepirates.com/register/welcome.wm?locale=en&from=r598574"> <img src="http://www.puzzlepirates.com/images/banners/innbanner.jpg" alt="Puzzle Pirates" /> </a><br /><br /><a href="<br />http://www.puzzlepirates.com/register/welcome.wm?locale=en&from=r598574">Puzzle Pirates</a> is free, simple to learn, compatible on Mac and PC, and allows you to interact with other pirates navigating and pillaging the same Ocean as you.<br /><br />If you decide to give it a try and create your own pirate, make sure you navigate in the Viridian Ocean and please say hi to Blackperl if she's online by typing /tell Blackperl Ahoy!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9281938.post-1163968099476061542006-11-19T15:15:00.000-05:002006-11-19T22:57:58.606-05:00Congratulations to a new Master of Engineering<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/669/1600/lastone.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/669/200/lastone.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Several years of hard work and determination brought Brian to Place-des-Arts last Friday for McGill University Graduates convocation 2006 where he was awarded his Master of Engineering.<br /><br />A very important "piece of paper" that does not even mention the program he completed (aerospace) or the quite impressive cumulative GPA of 4.0/4.0 that he managed to maintain throughout these 5 - 6 years of graduate studies...<br /><br />Random facts :<br /><ul><li><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/669/1600/stage2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/669/200/stage2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Nobody knows if the bagpipist was wearing undergarments under his traditional kilt<br /></li><li>Jean Béliveau made a remarkable speech<br /></li><li>The live music was excellent<br /></li><li>The President Vice-Chancellor's French was horrible</li><li>Brian's family's seats were simply the best!</li></ul><br />Does that piece of paper makes him smarter, more serious or credible?<br /><br />I'll let you be the judge of that...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/669/1600/after3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/669/400/after3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Congratulations Brian! We're all very proud of your accomplishments! Even those of us who just couldn't be there in person...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9281938.post-1163791737234727532006-11-17T14:09:00.000-05:002006-11-20T16:27:33.296-05:005 Years AlreadyBrian and I being the big sushi amateurs that we are, it should not come as a surprise to hear we celebrated our 5th year together with a nice sushi dinner yesterday evening.<br /><br />The place we normally go to for sushi is called Sushi Mou-shi and is located in Greenfield Park. However, yesterday we both wanted to try something new and closer to our new home.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/669/1600/13518877ab_i.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/669/320/13518877ab_i.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>We ended up at Kimono restaurant in St-Hyacinthe and were both very impressed with the place. We had reserved a tatami for two so we were give this small private dining room with japanese style sliding doors. The decor is impeccable. The sushi was simply excellent and the warm sake was also a delight. There was a good choice of music and we had control over the lighting. It was the perfect place and time to have a very romantic sushi dinner to celebrate our 5th year. I had a great time.<br /><br />Kimono is not a sushi restaurant. It is an Asian restaurant where we decided to have sushi... But we loved the place so much that we talked about going back with more people and try their other Asian specialties.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9281938.post-1163099076403351102006-10-29T13:59:00.000-05:002006-11-09T14:06:46.626-05:00A Halloween Night<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/669/1600/Halloween06.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/669/400/Halloween06.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>A great halloween party started at Mark's place where we watched the very famous movie "Killer Klowns of Outer Space". Around midnight, we were ready to hit the bars and ended at a very cool place... what was the name again? Mark? You gotta help me here! Anyways, we all had tons of fun and are looking forward to next year's!<br /><br />Note, Marie-Claude, our favorite Jester, is not in the picture because I think she was actually taking the photo.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9281938.post-1160966956080697742006-10-15T22:34:00.000-04:002006-10-15T22:49:16.100-04:00Back from Sept-IlesI'm back from spending a couple of days in Sept-Iles with Luka. We had a blast. How fun was it to run and walk on the beach with Luka wandering around me, free of his lead?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/669/1600/PICT0263.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/669/400/PICT0263.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />My grand-parents were, as usual, very welcoming and treated me like a queen. Rich foods and other goodies kept coming my way and I have to admit I didn't do much to stop them!!! It had been 2 years and a half since my last trip to Sept-Iles and I have missed everybody a great deal.<br /><br />Random facts<br /><ul> <li>my windshield got slightly damaged by a flying rock on our way there :(<br /> </li> <li>my digital camera stopped functionning for no apparent reason :(<br /> </li> <li>Luka is now able to go to "the toilet" off-leash :)<br /> </li> <li>Luka's calling for attention has increased :(<br /> </li> <li>I performed 2 job interviews over the phone while I was in Sept-Iles :)</li> </ul>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9281938.post-1160678550891570472006-10-12T14:42:00.000-04:002006-10-12T15:15:07.073-04:00A cold day at the beachI went to Sept-îles with Luka to visit relatives. While there, we had a very fun afternoon on Monaghan Beach even though the day was freezing cold and very windy. It was Luka's first time on the beach (to my knowledge), his first time running off-leash, his first time chewing seaweed, and his first time walking on the moon. I tried getting Luka to go fetch his ball, and even a stick but the new environment left him very uninterested in old games and old toys...<br /><br />Thanks to my cousin Patricia for the pictures. Enjoy!<br /><br /><div><embed src="http://widget-e1.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-e1.slide.com&channel=72057594045022945&cy=bl&il=1" width="475" height="375" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:475;text-align:left"><a style="vertical-align:middle" href="http://www.slide.com/msnew/ticker?cid=72057594045022945&cy=bl&tt=11" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-e1.slide.com/h2/72057594045022945/bl_t011_v000_a000_f00/images/slide3.gif" border="0"/></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/msnew/ticker?cid=72057594045022945&cy=bl&tt=11" target="_blank">Get Your Own!</a> | <a href="http://www.slide.com/msview/ticker?cid=72057594045022945&cy=bl&tt=11" target="_blank">View Slideshow</a></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9281938.post-1159669209003824832006-09-30T22:18:00.000-04:002006-10-02T16:52:34.123-04:0015 km hike in Rougemont with LukaThe beautiful weather today made it perfect for a long walk in the mountain with Luka. It was both our first time in Rougemont and we had a great time.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/669/1600/PICT0191.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/669/400/PICT0191.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Since we returned home tonight, Luka's been sleeping on the floor and doesn't even bother to blink when my cat Romeo steps on him. The poor dog is beat!<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/669/1600/PICT0195.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/669/400/PICT0195.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>I'm considering another trip to Rougemont next weekend, with Planet, Rex and their owners, if the weather permits.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9281938.post-1159507931453080022006-09-29T01:30:00.000-04:002006-10-02T16:50:48.033-04:00Welcome to Jerrika's Lounge!It's finally ready: Welcome to Jerrika's Lounge!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/669/1600/Jerrika%20Lounge_001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/669/400/Jerrika%20Lounge_001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Picture graciously taken by <a href="http://rene-lafontaine.blogspot.com">René Lafontaine</a>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9281938.post-1159022018936234642006-09-23T10:26:00.000-04:002006-09-23T10:44:08.850-04:00Bye bye BCX!Wednesday, Brian and I both quit the Balboa ConneXion team (BCX).<br /><br />It was three great years of fun practicing, learning and dancing with the team and we wish them the best of luck with their coming participation at the US open in Anaheim. Why am I wishing them luck? They don't need luck, they're GOOD!!!<br /><br />We'll be with you guys! Keep the spirit up and dance your way to the first pole! We are looking forward to the pictures of the team holding that trophy and coming back with a fat cheque! ; )<br /><br />Don't forget us, we know we won't forget you!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9281938.post-1158982344863183362006-09-22T23:32:00.000-04:002006-09-22T23:32:25.043-04:00<b>Johnny Depp Cry-Baby</b><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/UPkDHvN0sTY"></param><embed src="http://youtube.com/v/UPkDHvN0sTY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br>Old memories... I love that movie! Awwww....Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9281938.post-1157634849976666102006-09-07T09:08:00.000-04:002006-09-13T20:54:11.736-04:00Jivin' at A&W<div class="flickr-frame"><a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jerrika/236282113/"><img class="flickr-photo" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/92/236282113_28379b7589.jpg" /></a><br /><span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jerrika/236282113/">Jivin' at A&W</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jerrika/">Jerrika</a>.</span></div><p class="flickr-yourcomment">Good ol' fun at A&W Chateauguay on the Cruisin' the dubb Tuesdays.<br /><br />This is a picture of me and Ryan, doing a couple of jive basics. The shot was taken by Marie-Elizabeth Lebrun photographer extraordinaire and a very bad quality camera, which explains the lack of image definition.<br /><br />Don't miss the grand finale on Sunday September 17th at noon. Over 100 old cars and hotrods are expected, plus animation, the usual 50's music and the A&W root beer of course!</p><p class="flickr-yourcomment">To learn how to jive, visit <a href="http://www.JiveStudio.com">www.JiveStudio.com</a></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9281938.post-1157214545621167812006-09-02T12:23:00.000-04:002006-09-02T12:29:05.700-04:00JiveStudio Opening its Doors in Montreal<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jiver007/228429256/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/59/228429256_d5fcb96a32.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jiver007/228429256/">flyer_JiveStudio</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jiver007/">Jiver007</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> So many people have asked me where they could learn to dance "that thing you dance on rockabilly music" in the past that now I can't trace them back...<br /><br />FINALLY, a new dance school devoted to the teaching of Jive is opening its doors in Montreal! I strongly recommend anyone who ever felt like learning this dance to visit JiveStudio.com ASAP or give MAF a call (see flyer) to register for the next session. <br /><br />Marc-André Forget, the teacher, is the Jive Canadian Champion 2006 and has learned 6 years ago from the now famous Miss Wolff.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9281938.post-1157123969380317982006-09-01T11:17:00.000-04:002006-09-01T11:19:29.410-04:00Romeo in all his glory!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/669/1600/PICT0066.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/669/400/PICT0066.jpg" border="0" /></a> My cat Romeo is camera shy but I couldn't resist to take a snapshot of him when he was sunbathing in the afternoon light on the sofa.<br /><br />Finally, a picture fair to his beauty!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9281938.post-1156658430539927372006-08-27T02:00:00.000-04:002006-08-27T02:00:33.073-04:00FordFest - Walking on Sunshine<div style="margin-bottom:25px;margin-top:25px;"><div style="width:320px;text-align:left;"><style type="text/css"><!-- #ic4yj3lcitr3v0p124zokuvp8tk9zgpi3oucvpn1x{width:320px;height:256px;border:none;margin:0px;} --></style><iframe src="http://www.dailymotion.com/blog/video/556213?key=c4yj3lcitr3v0p124zokuvp8tk9zgpi3oucvpn1x" style="width:320px;height:256px;border:none;margin:0px;" width="320" height="256" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" id="ic4yj3lcitr3v0p124zokuvp8tk9zgpi3oucvpn1x">Dailymotion blogged video</iframe><br /><span style="margin-top:0px;"><a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xbx6d_fordfest-walking-on-sunshine">FordFest - Walking on Sunshine</a><br />Video sent by <a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Jerrika">Jerrika</a><br /></span></div></div>Here is a short preview of what you missed today... Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9281938.post-1156657598718921432006-08-27T01:27:00.000-04:002006-08-27T01:46:39.516-04:00The Jello Shots at Ford Racing Festival<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/669/1600/PICT0055.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/669/400/PICT0055.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Today was a long day for The Jello Shots. No only did they play last night at St-Ciboire and had to get up early this morning to go get the stage ready at the Ford Racing Festival 2006 on Crescent for their mid-day performance, but they played in full suits, under the sun a long 90 minute set and they still had another gig to attend at night at McKibbin's West Island! Good luck boys!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/669/1600/PICT0052.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/669/200/PICT0052.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>The day was gorgeous, the crowd was fun, everything was just perfect for a day of outdoor sightseeing. After the show, we went to Winnie's across the street to grab a bite with some friends and the band.<br /><br />I'm wondering how things went at McKibbin's... I'm sure they did great (as they always do) but I'm expecting tomorrow to be a very slllllow day for my beloved guitarist...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9281938.post-1156201876208559482006-08-21T18:56:00.001-04:002006-08-23T19:53:18.283-04:00Dishwasher RambleOur new house is over 50 years old and never had a dishwasher installed. Things have to change. There is no way Brian and I will wash our dishes by hand eternally, certainly not after leaving a perfectly good dishwasher behind us for my brother to use!<br /><br />The initial challenge was that our kitchen has lots of cabinets but they are completely full and necessary, and there is no space left for an regular dishwasher, only maybe a portable one.<br /><br />Too bad we got rid of our brand new portable dishwasher in January, only months before knowing we would be moving out in June! <i>Good timing Kagoux... very lucky...</i><br /><br />After visiting a couple of places for appliances, we realized we would never waste our time ever again at Maison Ethier (St-Basile-Le-Grand) and would go directly to <a href="http://www.corbeilelectros.com" title="Corbeil Électroménagers" target="_blank">Corbeil Electroménagers</a> (Brossard). The prices are better, the showroom has a lot more models and the staff is much better informed about their products.<br /><br />After seeing the variety of portable dishwasher they had, we concluded that maybe it would be worth the effort of clearing one whole cabinet unit and installing a regular dishwasher instead of the portable types that are:<br /><ul><li>more expensive</li><li>more noisy</li><li>less efficient</li><li>less stylish</li></ul><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/669/1600/WvwN9zmpIOtkv26hue3XgLrRCRRs0p8x.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/669/320/WvwN9zmpIOtkv26hue3XgLrRCRRs0p8x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>So, we dug in our pockets and invested in what we believe is a fancy dishwasher (the Kitchen Aid model shown right), convinced that it would be as simple as paying the bill and wait for the technician to come install it. Wrong.<br /><ol><li>The technician takes care of all necessary plumbing but nothing electrical, so it is our responsibility to make sure there is a 120V power outlet underneat the countertop.</li><br /><li><s>Removing</s>Destroying the unit required 1 person pulling the countertop upward while 2 others were pulling on the cabinets, lots of patience, pure strengh as well as a good jigsaw</li></ol>So, now that the cabinet is out of its hole, we still need to appoint an electrician to come install the necessary power outlet AND saw the bottom part since the dishwasher won't be sitting on anything else than the floor...<br /><br />Just when you think it's finally getting over, that all the boxes are cleared and the cabinet unit is out of the counter, you turn around and see the new mess : drawers sitting everywhere on the dining room floor, waiting for me to find them a new home!<br /><br />Sounds like it's going to be a fun week... Washing the dishes manually was not <b><i>that</i></b> bad afterall !Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1