Everybody knows that elephants are afraid of mice… It has been proven to be true (more or so) by the very famous MythBusters! People seem to be surprised that such a big animal would be scared of such a tiny little thing… And yet nobody seems surprised when a grown man jumps and shrieks…… Continue reading Mice vs Elephants…
It is that time of the week again! I am still a little shaken from breaking the big 75 of you, kind readers, subscribing to my Shenanigan Blog 🙂 Thanks to all of you again! And it is the proof that sharing good stories and thoughts from other Bloggers can eventually go a…… Continue reading Nombril de semaine… Time to share (2)
she said no capital letters no punctuation just trust me take a chance what is the worst that could happen in a world without question marks no question asked white lies no harm trust me
I am speachless… Dear blogging friends, I can’t believe that I got to this point! I don’t like the term “followers”, it seems a little intense. But reaching my 75th subscribed reader is quite an honor!! I am impressed, and deeply touched that you chose my words to be worthy of your virtual librairy!…… Continue reading 75 fois Merci !!!
I like being alone. I understood long ago that alone was not a synonym of lonely. Far from it, but I just don’t need people around me. Not meaning I don’t enjoy company… Au contraire! When I left for Copenhagen, I realized I had spent the last 6 years in the company…… Continue reading Solitaire…
I have strange habits… (well, I am strange in general… But that’s part of my natural charms, LOL) and one of them I can only enjoy at this time of year… Bees-at-work watching! Most people I know are afraid of everything flying that owns a stinger. I understand when allergies are involved, but otherwise,…… Continue reading Busy bees…
Back on her rock, from the distance, she could barely distinguish his silhouette. She couldn’t tell if he was tall or not, not having other men to compare him to. Michael… She had a shiver, thinking how she would have loved telling her mother about her unexpected encounter. But given the circumstances, there would…… Continue reading HĂ©nĂ©triac… (Part 2)
Sometimes it is the little things that make a difference in life. You can’t win the loterie’s jackpot everyday. You can’t get promoted, find the love of your life and have that exhilirating butterfly-in-the-stomach feeling every time the sun greets us with another day… Just not possible. And not to be wished for either, because…… Continue reading The little things…
With every kick in the water, her lips barely reached the surface… And her heart rushed as she sucked the slightest of breaths… Her hand reaching out in dispair aware of the imminent threat… The palm on her forehead pushing her in the depthts…
I left Danish on the back burner for a while… When I came back to MontrĂ©al, it hurt too much to listen to my Danish music, and watch my Danish movies, and open my Danish books… But I miss it. And I want to get back on the horse, because Danish is not an easy…… Continue reading Getting back on the horse…
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