Drum rolls… Here it comes, yet again, after nobody’s request…. International day of the day is…. Laugh and get rich day! What? There is an obvious fail here. Laugh and get rich? Is it implying that I will get rich out of laughing? I doubt it. Unless I have a very special laughter.…… Continue reading International day of the day…
After finishing the initial structure of the house, I started working on decorating it. I had noticed that the more original and the prettier the houses were, the more messages were left on the slate near the door. It also attracted more hikers, that spent more time watching my neighbours’ work in progress, and…… Continue reading My glass house (part 4)
The committee has met tonight. There was a lot of coffee drinking involved. Many questions have been brought to discuss… Of course, it will be a lot of organization. The expected attendance is not promising… But there was still an agreement. The second edition of Min Personlige Dansk Filmfestival is now official. The dates have…… Continue reading MPDFF, second edition…
I think Freja is jealous of my Valkyrie plans. I tried to explain to her that she wouldn’t like it. First she’d have to stay awake more than 15 minutes. Not likely to happen. She said she’d be really fierce with them sharp claws and teeth of hers. I have to admit, I have been…… Continue reading Under attack…
Today was a bit disapointing, “International day of the day” wise… I had a choice: Take your child to the library day. – As much as I have tried, people just won’t accept Freja as my child, even if I raise her just the same… And for those of you not living in Canada, I…… Continue reading International day of the day…
My work was going on as planned, meaning I was doing what needed to be done at a natural pace. I hadn’t expected to have a roof over my head so fast. Not so long ago I didn’t even know I wanted a house of my own. Some friends occasionally came by to catch up…… Continue reading My glass house (part 3)
No… This is not me trying to attrack men readers thinking there is a treat for every reading. No, this is me kicking my own buttock for failing miserably at speaking Danish yet again. I could burst in tears right now. WHY??? Every week it’s the same thing. I train everyday, speaking out loud whenever…… Continue reading I suck…
The woods around my home were dense and the many trails narrow, I had to take my time to discover bit by bit my new “neighbourhood”. I hadn’t noticed, when I was looking for the perfect place to settle down, just how many other houses stood everywhere. Had I been blinded by my itch to…… Continue reading My glass house (part 2)
I couldn’t let this one go by without mention… Today is Homemade Soup Day! Now I just want to set this straight. For all the non-readers of my blog who might have made links between some of my posts and those of a famous blogger I won’t name (because name dropping is planin bad, because…… Continue reading International day of the day…
One morning, I woke up and felt a weird urge to build something. I had no specific construction skills but it didn’t matter. My hands were just itching and there was nothing to be done about it. I found a spot in the woods, planted a sign in the ground with my name on…… Continue reading My glass house (part 1)
Cyranny's Cove 