That tingling feeling...

What's a person to do when nothing will ease the frustration ? When you've tried everything to calm down, to no avail ? Some people would go for a long car ride ; some would hit the nearest bar. Some would hop in the first supermarket they find and buy that gigantic bucket of double-chocolate Godiva ice cream...



Me ? I go bra shopping. You heard me right !! I go bra shopping. And that, let me tell you, will make me feel all warm inside again. I can already hear some people scream WTF ??? I guess only people with my kind of breast would hysterically agree and smile at the idea.



Why ?



See, I had some breast surgeries a couple of years ago that made my breast, well, look like anything but breasts. They are now square-ish, with thick and long scars that show through light fabric... Oh ! and the underwire and the cup size (wich are two different things, believe me !) do not match. Delightfull...



I'm getting sidetrack... The shopping part !!



The main goal is to find the least experienced sales person ; the one that is usually the most eager and enthusiatic about helping you out. I then explain what I'm looking for and let her do the searching... and the searching... and some more. After a while, it becomes THE obsession. SHE.WILL.FIND.ONE.THAT.FITS... But no. There are only two models that exist (for my fit) and they definitely don't sell them around here.



But seeing her with that quiet frustration look makes me feel all tingly again...



And yep, I did just that over lunch time today. I'll definitely skip that store for a while... But I feel much better now !!




'How about you ? What gives you that warm feeling again ??

My new favorite commercial...

A painfull reminder on why young girls such as my 8 years old niece, think they are fat and look pregnant because of a little belly...



They should be playing with dolls instead of worrying about weight issues.






Dove Evolution

He know me so well...

I guess only quebequers or people that know me will relate to this but here's a conversation I had with my dad this morning, on MSN...





Pa says : Hey !


JATP says : Hey ! Whats up ?


Pa says : Listen, I just received the Sweet People CD collection ; 25 cds !!! I'm doing some MP3... would you like a copy ?


JATP says : Sweet People ?? Hum... no


Pa says : You sure ? 'cause I really don't mind !!


JATP says : I'm positive : NO.. but thanks


Pa says : OK then, your lost !!


JATP says : I'm sure...


Pa says : have a nice day ! Bye paxxxxxxxxx


Vero dit : xxx




Oh my...



I need a drink ; quick !!

About flashlights...

For those of you who remember The Flashlight Incident





I was shopping with my nephew the other day when he asked, in that high pitch / really loud voice : You are buying batteries ? AGAIN ?? But you don't even have toys !!!!





Lots of people laughing in that store. Lots. A little guy that didn't think it was that funny and a really red faced aunt.





No wonder I drink so much...






**Edit : While in the nephew related topic...


He discovered a new favorite snack this weekend : Dog treats. I kid you not, that 6 years old kid think they're the new best thing. And yes, he is aware that those are intended for actual dogs. And no, his mother won't let him eat them. Gross !

That pink ribbon that should not exist...

Have you noticed the new background ? It says it all...





October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month.





I'll be doing the "Relay for Life" on October 21.





How about you ?

Bric-à-Brac

WoW ! What an hectic month its been !!!



I've been running around like a mad scientist for the past few weeks and I am finally getting a grasp on everything. Well, almost... I still need to find a decent apartment and some not-too-old furniture. I was planning the big move for October but I guess that'll have to wait a couple more weeks !



I began a new job two weeks ago. Same company, different department : they all want me ! Now, if I could figure out a way for guys to feel the same... I still have plenty of stuff to learn in order to do that job properly but since they can't seem to find a decent job description or an actual title for the job, well, I am pretty much left to myself to figure out what to do. Fingers crossed, I haven't done any major mistakes so far ! Yé me !!



I also met the most amazing person you'll ever meet : Noemie... The most perfect little baby !









My baby sister had a baby (still sounds weird...) a couple weeks ago and I was finally able to go see them. I soooo fell in love with that baby (and my hormones did too : the biological clock is definitely on the wall now, fully operational... Shit.) She is the most calm, patient and easy baby I' ve ever seen. She can spends an hour by herself, fully awake, just looking around and listening to the world around her, then announcing that she is bored by some gentle (not kidding !) fussing...



My sister's pregnancy was really hard on her system. She shouldn't have gotten pregnant in the first place: she's had kidney problems for a couple of years now and was fully aware of the dangers of a pregnancy. But she got pregnant anyway. She spent her entire pregnancy on bed rest and at 15 weeks, one of her kidney shutted down completely. We were really worried about her and the baby. But she also made us laugh throughout that entire adventure... As bored and lonely as she was (on bedrest and 2000 miles away from her familly) she became the only pregnant woman knowned to earth to ever experience fatigue, sore legs, bladder infections, swollen legs, headache, sleepiness and cravings... Totally new concept that was created JUST.FOR.HER ! Amazing !! I'll get to see the new familly again next weekend and my bags are already packed : I am that excited... That kid is going to cost us a fortune...



Our baby had a baby... Unbelievable !!



In other news...



A good friend of mine just abandonned us to go back in France. Nico is starting a new adventure and beginning a new job in Paris... I am slightly jealous and I'll miss him dearly... And since I know he reads this blog, it is only fair to make him miss me in return by posting a little something, totally devoted to him !



.

So there we go...



" Moving quite often myself, I now have homes in most part of the world. Only Paris was missing : thanks Nico !! My requirements are : a brick wall, gorgeous and tanned doorman , a mezzanine and proximity to a Morrino. Oh ! and an elevator : as you know, my bags are usually quite heavy... The wet bar should also be filled, at all time, with crémant.



Although my view of the music conductor will be quite improved, your pocking and glazing head will be missed. Lurking guys will also feel slightly different ; however, I will now know for sure that the object of desire is looking at ME and not the handsome Oh ! so tall guy beside me...

Don't get me wrong though: I am truly happy for you. Moving to Paris is an awesome opportunity for you !... and for us since we'll have an on-the-spot crémant smuggler...

I will trully miss our ever ending laughs, your choreographies, our drunken nights and your papel towel service...



xxx

Office bounding...

I recently took over an office job. Something I hadn't done in a long time but I really needed the extra cash... Yep, turning 30 made me realize that althought I still feel like a teenager, I should definitely get my act together and stop acting like one : which means moving out, on my own, in a real apartment, sleep a bit more, making a heck more money and sticking to a real budget.



So... back to that office job. It surely is different from the music world, that's for sure ! People interaction, for one thing. Hum...



I share an office with 5 other women (that's a lot of estrogen ! ) and a couple of guys passing by from time to time ( one of them happens to be quite a hunk I must say...) I am used to being a chameleon so I made myself fit right in, which was quite easy . Those women are great !! But it is the amount of information that is shared during those office hours that's bothering me. They have no inhibitions.



You have those 2 very nice older ladies ; nothing to say about them. Although they do like to give their five cents quite a lot... Then you have the one that everybody loves to hate : I guess every office needs one of those. You then have the 2 gossipers ; not about office mates but about their celebrities obsession. Nothing wrong with that neither. But one of them happens to be a very loud talker, who enjoys mentioning that she likes eating sausages, in a non-culinary way. Hum... ok ! Then comes the temp. Oh ! boy ! She is a nice girl. But who the hell would mention on their first day of work that their boyfriend did some time in jail for drugs ? Way to go for first impressions !!



I am not used to that kind of work environment. To that kind of office bounding. As a musician, my colleagues also happen to be my real life friends ; that kind of talk would be ok since we've known each other for a very, very long time... So far, I've been pretty quiet about my personal life . I've been pretty evasive and given as less information as possible.




That brings me to my point :



What should be or not be said in an office ?


How much information should be shared ??

PHOTO FRIDAY !!!!

Its this time of the week again !!!



Time for (and the lovely Calliope made a cool new button !! Nice hey ? )












This week's theme : Music ( oooooooh ! )











And since I am sooooooo predictable ...

I really like this picture of myself ; a serious musician who doesn't take herself too seriously...

And this week's theme was all about me, right ?

Have a great weekend everybody !!!

The motherhood talk...

I am now at an age where many, many people around me either have babies or are trying to conceive. I am surrounded in real life or in the blog community by people swapping baby pictures, sonogram pictures or fertility charts.





For some of us, conceiving will happen very naturally, almost too easily. Some of us will take a bit longer to achieve that goal but will eventually suceed. Some of us will need all the help we can get. And that may or may not work. For some of us, the little perfect plan we've made out about becoming parents will not be as dreamy as we planned...





What brought me to this subject on this Monday morning ?





A familly member has been trying to conceive for the past 5 years with no results. We really feel for her ; but she's also been an award winning bitch about it. SHE deserves a baby. SHE deserves better. HER story is the most heartbroken one. That after all that happened in her life, SHE deserves a baby. Blah, blah...





No, life isnt fair, I agree.




Her bitchiness brought up the familly history about our abilities to conceive.





Our youngest sister conceived, quite happily after all, using the very effective calendar method ( calendar she never got to buy... )and the coitus interruptus (really ?)... No whining here allowed and lots of laughts regarding their chosen contraceptive method.





My twin sister was told that she shouldn't be complaining neither since she's already got 2 kids. True. But when your life plan was to raise 4 kids, when you've been trying to conceive for the past 6 years, only to get a few miscarriages and missed cycles, you should be allowed to whine a bit. With or without kids, it still hurts.





The favorite judgemental argument ?




About me.




I lost an ovary at the age of 20; the remaining one is an hostile one that's not producing anything productive (or reproductive for that matter) . I've known since the age of 20 that I would not be able to conceive naturally. I should then not be allowed to complain : I know in advance that I won't get knocked up by just trying.





WHAT ??





Did I deserved what happened ? No. No more or less that the person who just learned, after a year or 2 of trying, that things won't happen the way they were planned. Knowing in advance doesn't make it any easier.





I just wish some people would be less self-centered or less judgemental about the making of parenthood. Every person, no matter the age, no matter the social status, religion or color, straight or gay, every person that wish to be a parent deserves to be. And no one deserves it more than the other.

Language Lesson on a drunken London night...

While in London, we met an amazing Scottish band :
Das Contras (You should really drop by their site ; brownies points for them : they have some free downloads ...)



In the wee hours, their Bass player (one of the funniest guy I've ever met) gaved a fair attempt at teaching us some gaelic... Hum...






Gaelic lesson