tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391219966488504072024-02-19T18:11:14.380-08:00La toile de Maurice...Marie-Noëlle NouryMaurice vous livre ses mots
Un personnage, à lui tout seul et un peu à tout le monde....
Aime à se retrouver en scène dans des situations du quotidien, dans le vécu de chacun.
Jeux de mots sur nos maux et nos petits bonheurs.
Il se donne le droit de les transformer, de les prendre, se les approprier et les retourner "comme des crêpes", mais sans jamais "retourner sa veste".Marie-Noëlle Nouryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381945581452241433noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639121996648850407.post-33381283193573731372011-09-13T01:48:00.000-07:002011-09-13T01:55:17.764-07:00Maurice est sur son 31!!<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Vent en poupe?</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Faudrait pas être décoiffé!!</span></b><br />
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Marie-Noëlle Nouryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381945581452241433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639121996648850407.post-2950989047010358952011-08-01T06:18:00.001-07:002011-08-01T06:18:48.265-07:00Bientôt une réactivation de ce blog!!!! à suivre donc!!!Marie-Noëlle Nouryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381945581452241433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639121996648850407.post-43525422589952189462009-01-17T02:14:00.000-08:002009-01-17T02:20:20.752-08:00Maurice tire la couverture à lui<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZvnRlRmAnFh4HUwUsqAZnlYNOK-4fsX2QYiF6OVm8zOjQ2vvSEmS0u4RbOcGLET6AfDAMJ6s67lxYNwo2-QQgXOyTcXOO9HiLwyBrOieOWSLhN3d9SC5dy_4ErJN5rX-HnFX4H9N635Pv/s1600-h/Maurice+tire+la+couverture+%C3%A0+lui.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZvnRlRmAnFh4HUwUsqAZnlYNOK-4fsX2QYiF6OVm8zOjQ2vvSEmS0u4RbOcGLET6AfDAMJ6s67lxYNwo2-QQgXOyTcXOO9HiLwyBrOieOWSLhN3d9SC5dy_4ErJN5rX-HnFX4H9N635Pv/s320/Maurice+tire+la+couverture+%C3%A0+lui.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292205168338159618" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pour se couvrir?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Par peur du froid?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pour se cacher?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Non....?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Alors celle-ci sera peut être mitée!!</span></span>Marie-Noëlle Nouryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381945581452241433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639121996648850407.post-25173131043612494662009-01-16T02:46:00.000-08:002009-01-16T02:52:38.394-08:00Maurice a les j'tons!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCYMcmV7tGMNyt9impRlur7s-aOsammh_PB5wf0vFYuubZLHF9VQMc0Q_8a7rbaEp9J11jI_F46rXAah4-60ii8HTb1Xr67LZ9eDRJcamVMKpREOj1NTtx_3QEPqorMumpV0ea-bgMBfY1/s1600-h/Maurice+a+les+j%27tons.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCYMcmV7tGMNyt9impRlur7s-aOsammh_PB5wf0vFYuubZLHF9VQMc0Q_8a7rbaEp9J11jI_F46rXAah4-60ii8HTb1Xr67LZ9eDRJcamVMKpREOj1NTtx_3QEPqorMumpV0ea-bgMBfY1/s320/Maurice+a+les+j%27tons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291842498621180034" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Qui n'a jamais eu peur lui lance le premier j'ton!</span><br /></div>Marie-Noëlle Nouryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381945581452241433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639121996648850407.post-18417958115509747132008-06-18T02:41:00.001-07:002008-06-18T02:44:22.548-07:00Maurice se regarde le nombril!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAccEWZgZcup6vybs8sqcqZ-O-j9K3yYkSq1N3UrRfIJUqVChBzihhV8hS9P5ljHsiv3VyGEpx6CY2ArUhqvG2WwBK2XKDLjwXb8NNarop5fc7ER7wpXv196ySIIv_xFj3cE0VZPXcKSAe/s1600-h/Maurice+se+regarde+le+nombril.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAccEWZgZcup6vybs8sqcqZ-O-j9K3yYkSq1N3UrRfIJUqVChBzihhV8hS9P5ljHsiv3VyGEpx6CY2ArUhqvG2WwBK2XKDLjwXb8NNarop5fc7ER7wpXv196ySIIv_xFj3cE0VZPXcKSAe/s320/Maurice+se+regarde+le+nombril.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213154583039774562" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Se regarder le nombril, pas facile quand on est habillé. Mais si on se met à nu, finalement, on n'a plus besoin de le regarder....</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Un nombril ne pourrait-il se regarder qu'habillé de sa suffisance?</span><br /></div>Marie-Noëlle Nouryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381945581452241433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639121996648850407.post-40496711616402173452008-04-07T03:03:00.001-07:002008-04-07T03:04:57.122-07:00Maurice est habillé pour l'hiver!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvvqcczoOLNa0dzd-JA6z-E5CD9EHQjDO1EA8hqLZ0NzE3wTSZXcdHpazihC9PVZlHDCkKsNVElMxk0gqRvGEP5Q5cOKLphP7BaY7KGI8yhGCmUx4RwlCk8NE9zIWPzW3uTU8CnWdClfe9/s1600-h/Est+habill%C3%A9+pour+l%27hiver+3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvvqcczoOLNa0dzd-JA6z-E5CD9EHQjDO1EA8hqLZ0NzE3wTSZXcdHpazihC9PVZlHDCkKsNVElMxk0gqRvGEP5Q5cOKLphP7BaY7KGI8yhGCmUx4RwlCk8NE9zIWPzW3uTU8CnWdClfe9/s320/Est+habill%C3%A9+pour+l%27hiver+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186442013770519394" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pourvu que le costume ne soit pas trop petit et bien chaud.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Qu'il serve au moins à quelque chose!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">On leur rendra au printemps!</span></span><br /></div>Marie-Noëlle Nouryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381945581452241433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639121996648850407.post-2691217745356291292008-03-14T06:00:00.000-07:002008-03-14T06:03:45.839-07:00Maurice porte ses fruits!<p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsA3pV2Ou3TwHEhuJaY3EjcHmn4BoBZumjTFvSO8KqbTjXKbAFAseb8GrLKGKwL4t10pNEWBPLKq9t3ZNJlhMI_LCOEYEusx8bfcVHObvWX3gMxC5izEFuzHoTQXyOJicGYRgO8rFAqPOs/s1600-h/Porte+ses+fruits+3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177581971184222002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsA3pV2Ou3TwHEhuJaY3EjcHmn4BoBZumjTFvSO8KqbTjXKbAFAseb8GrLKGKwL4t10pNEWBPLKq9t3ZNJlhMI_LCOEYEusx8bfcVHObvWX3gMxC5izEFuzHoTQXyOJicGYRgO8rFAqPOs/s320/Porte+ses+fruits+3.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Un peu de modestie!!!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>D'autant plus qu'à les porter trop longtemps</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>C'est la déconfiture assurée!<br /></div></strong></span>Marie-Noëlle Nouryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381945581452241433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639121996648850407.post-74334336364884669582008-03-14T05:42:00.000-07:002008-03-14T05:54:34.238-07:00Maurice marche sur des oeufs!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXxCZ4VFlgkcs_6VYir3TncLrYA5D5DSqvkc8v3w7WMvXxoGB761DmByqvbpaf5iLjEPolFQdxfAJg3hZR3-4YLWk1sACPNOdu_c66SF1QUJaaezRFlxU5EmCkNT5C4zAOH53yaZWSbECi/s1600-h/Maurice+marche+sur+des+oeufs3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177579364139073314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXxCZ4VFlgkcs_6VYir3TncLrYA5D5DSqvkc8v3w7WMvXxoGB761DmByqvbpaf5iLjEPolFQdxfAJg3hZR3-4YLWk1sACPNOdu_c66SF1QUJaaezRFlxU5EmCkNT5C4zAOH53yaZWSbECi/s320/Maurice+marche+sur+des+oeufs3.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong> Sens en alerte!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Prudence!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Silence!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Pour éviter l'omelette!</strong></span></div>Marie-Noëlle Nouryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381945581452241433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639121996648850407.post-84218857094298935492008-02-11T08:31:00.000-08:002008-02-11T08:40:36.014-08:00Maurice a des pépins<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEai5tIPznPxu0jWxFZgxRUPFcVhqSZ1LDRy7uqkTsv4wPHbmdGHU_w5P5VsOQSotmR7SqFapyRhdTgXggCUnDPAy8OfkRRb2mVrKq7_ThVAFYB9y7__5TDnO2JUk2W-TYMjZz1lvc2Zi5/s1600-h/Maurice+a+des+pépins.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165762682738478082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEai5tIPznPxu0jWxFZgxRUPFcVhqSZ1LDRy7uqkTsv4wPHbmdGHU_w5P5VsOQSotmR7SqFapyRhdTgXggCUnDPAy8OfkRRb2mVrKq7_ThVAFYB9y7__5TDnO2JUk2W-TYMjZz1lvc2Zi5/s320/Maurice+a+des+p%C3%A9pins.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Le problème, c'est qu'un pépin n'arrive jamais seul.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Ils viennent en rafale.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">On peut tenter de les éviter mais dans tous les cas, les recracher est indispensable pour éviter les arbres à catastrophes!</span></strong></div>Marie-Noëlle Nouryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381945581452241433noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639121996648850407.post-43075650465185798252007-12-21T00:52:00.000-08:002008-07-27T12:11:38.990-07:00Maurice découvre le pot aux roses!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPTfDpYbkGJxFplX-QBDwLyhREeEGogEILPZ42_9arAXDQCCbgaNWuRaTl4OjI_tg8QFvjoFhzqi1MH33kSTzTH3v1CtftGhn544rFZG1JezEolzy04wceZ0dvJuOpSEtK1FV-45_UciI7/s1600-h/maurice"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146347317857103058" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPTfDpYbkGJxFplX-QBDwLyhREeEGogEILPZ42_9arAXDQCCbgaNWuRaTl4OjI_tg8QFvjoFhzqi1MH33kSTzTH3v1CtftGhn544rFZG1JezEolzy04wceZ0dvJuOpSEtK1FV-45_UciI7/s320/maurice" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Quelle Histoire!<br />Pour un pot d'une banalité affligeante!<br />Les roses par contre sont gênantes....<br />Mais elles finiront bien par faner.<br />Ne restera donc que ce pot résistant au gel du temps,<br />comme une épine dans un pied.<br />Ce ne serait pas si grave si ce traite-récipient ne s'était pas imprégné du souvenir<br />d'un parfum de ROSE.</span></strong>Marie-Noëlle Nouryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381945581452241433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639121996648850407.post-68484048061074408502007-11-23T00:56:00.000-08:002007-11-23T01:12:18.247-08:00Maurice est à plat!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdsFrPCOED32txU-gas8m27cA15_U7-vT1PMLmyS8YFyy4NH0zassq9jt4pGPxpYgg4eWqE7Zs5KBiOO_hepIfg97Be9HI2ji6q3w2HEveD41QhwN0q8SgYZW-FUKdyGkSOXFg_hi8AUji/s1600-h/Maurice+est+Ã"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135957820136617170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdsFrPCOED32txU-gas8m27cA15_U7-vT1PMLmyS8YFyy4NH0zassq9jt4pGPxpYgg4eWqE7Zs5KBiOO_hepIfg97Be9HI2ji6q3w2HEveD41QhwN0q8SgYZW-FUKdyGkSOXFg_hi8AUji/s320/Maurice+est+%C3%A0+plat+(3).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Raplapla</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">mou,mou,mou</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Fatigue, fatigue</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Quand tu nous tiens!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Mais il suffirait d'un rayon de soleil pour repartir.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Un coup de barre!...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Et ça repart</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Bon d'accord en mars!</span></strong></div>Marie-Noëlle Nouryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381945581452241433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639121996648850407.post-30851358257618732742007-07-29T06:55:00.000-07:002007-07-29T07:00:53.474-07:00Maurice taille la route!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg06nz8lLWuOb1ldWU4MLy4kmSlJV1tlL5B6YZWniuspLFahzRO_hyphenhyphenRiGzvEEodjiExTWxZBXSR68hr7_9DxoKCZvxyPMfZEseE9W0uXMR3cE_7IpPPs5uFe_E2XJN-6Rv5R8ANx-Rv1TQ0/s1600-h/Maurice+taille+la+route+(2).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092617933211397170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg06nz8lLWuOb1ldWU4MLy4kmSlJV1tlL5B6YZWniuspLFahzRO_hyphenhyphenRiGzvEEodjiExTWxZBXSR68hr7_9DxoKCZvxyPMfZEseE9W0uXMR3cE_7IpPPs5uFe_E2XJN-6Rv5R8ANx-Rv1TQ0/s320/Maurice+taille+la+route+(2).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Tailleur-Voyageur</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Voyageur-Découpeur</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">de petits bonheurs</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Voyageur-Penseur</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Va..., que ta route ne soit pas de pierres, pour que tu puisses la croquer!</span></div>Marie-Noëlle Nouryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381945581452241433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639121996648850407.post-69991107107862630572007-07-25T05:53:00.000-07:002007-07-25T05:57:09.844-07:00On a fait un bébé dans le dos de Maurice!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVaMMGCmad0QVWTZG96jn-7AinnZr9b9ziBSIoq8j3fLXJCeiQf0gDb3XgvyGCbbZIwvpY8HeBjX3tnZ1O3WH7sWWVQmbIIWdxdkeSX_l2Cnw1DUJjJfVgQiPNgiTxZNqjTz2ZhJ7s4zIP/s1600-h/On+a+fait+un+bébé+dans+le+dos+de+Maurice.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091117250163338274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVaMMGCmad0QVWTZG96jn-7AinnZr9b9ziBSIoq8j3fLXJCeiQf0gDb3XgvyGCbbZIwvpY8HeBjX3tnZ1O3WH7sWWVQmbIIWdxdkeSX_l2Cnw1DUJjJfVgQiPNgiTxZNqjTz2ZhJ7s4zIP/s320/On+a+fait+un+b%C3%A9b%C3%A9+dans+le+dos+de+Maurice.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Un poids, un fardeau.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Sentiment d'une présence lourde.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Il faut assumer, il s'accroche.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">On peut essayer de se secouer comme un prunier, inutile car il est bien accroché le bougre, scotché à notre crédulité!</span></div>Marie-Noëlle Nouryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381945581452241433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639121996648850407.post-91328736758047716682007-07-21T01:50:00.000-07:002007-07-21T01:57:16.342-07:00on a coupé l'herbe sous le pied de Maurice!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXjtt2TzYtus7zbS0hQLRFAwFkJkraiHjcdpvxBpUxvnlASAUsYewlLqhuX1rX6gMoZZ6WLAswsPNaTtsG6_qC1sfv6TeQ_fBqqoAI9C8Hsu_pf0ttZbCWBN6bhXYgX5x0cXeIms3lKyRM/s1600-h/on+a+coupé+l"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089571044756909058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXjtt2TzYtus7zbS0hQLRFAwFkJkraiHjcdpvxBpUxvnlASAUsYewlLqhuX1rX6gMoZZ6WLAswsPNaTtsG6_qC1sfv6TeQ_fBqqoAI9C8Hsu_pf0ttZbCWBN6bhXYgX5x0cXeIms3lKyRM/s320/on+a+coup%C3%A9+l%27herbe+sous+le+pied+de...2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Se faire doubler.... Normal à être immobile, même les tondeuses vont plus vite!</span></div>Marie-Noëlle Nouryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381945581452241433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639121996648850407.post-2424810944957961912007-07-14T04:03:00.000-07:002007-07-21T01:59:44.736-07:00Maurice trouve chaussure à son pied<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1IN3hUi9-abSb_OaEe7I2GNBjs3FNJEmFH7ADwhtM-2gAB2DVn2Es8qjdLFbmocFP_2BG28tyWvWQnkfz2kHy1z9knH7NGCaI8RJE73HgBiXpIMzEh3hXhN81w9pqIvpaT44xogaLCXfI/s1600-h/Maurice+trouve+chaussure+Ã"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087007397977235554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1IN3hUi9-abSb_OaEe7I2GNBjs3FNJEmFH7ADwhtM-2gAB2DVn2Es8qjdLFbmocFP_2BG28tyWvWQnkfz2kHy1z9knH7NGCaI8RJE73HgBiXpIMzEh3hXhN81w9pqIvpaT44xogaLCXfI/s320/Maurice+trouve+chaussure+%C3%A0+son+pied.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">Ne pas oublier le coton pour les blessures à venir. On ne sait jamais! Sur la longueur du chemin, les ampoules peuvent surgir et sans prévenir!<br /></div></span><div align="center"></div>Marie-Noëlle Nouryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381945581452241433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639121996648850407.post-61200831820663592512007-06-29T00:48:00.000-07:002007-07-21T01:59:23.205-07:00Maurice pose ses valises<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii0fuxwtLvsdMZn0pXD-CqyMF3bAcQ-sFSMppJlipjMREkGRFhVHo5jMmr1WojL26ottGoUiK4-SgykVhhxZTrg_1N7gCwKezeRYPIC88BLFThPAi1iIn1oKzFL96kzZ4oDed6T1MOJuI5/s1600-h/Maurice+pose+ses+valises3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081390672247362306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii0fuxwtLvsdMZn0pXD-CqyMF3bAcQ-sFSMppJlipjMREkGRFhVHo5jMmr1WojL26ottGoUiK4-SgykVhhxZTrg_1N7gCwKezeRYPIC88BLFThPAi1iIn1oKzFL96kzZ4oDed6T1MOJuI5/s320/Maurice+pose+ses+valises3.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">Ouf! Enfin!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">Posées, il reste à les ouvrir, les vider, les ranger au placard, pas commode!</span></strong></div>Marie-Noëlle Nouryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381945581452241433noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639121996648850407.post-935784522398566142007-06-28T02:40:00.000-07:002007-07-21T01:59:00.288-07:00Maurice est dans de beaux draps<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYhcgvVPbRN-Ksif3CWRcCj_wqHBGEzbli1_cLg8XQDMWPrMEna_pXWYqsYwe9Fnczl4MnBoNBFTEl1Bu8nYJw04o9JWTGk9-z09cLUoAGP-ES0mJv4LuMbOCzm0731V9SqMEgm2T0gVc_/s1600-h/Maurice+est+dans+de+beaux+draps+(1).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081048689771385586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYhcgvVPbRN-Ksif3CWRcCj_wqHBGEzbli1_cLg8XQDMWPrMEna_pXWYqsYwe9Fnczl4MnBoNBFTEl1Bu8nYJw04o9JWTGk9-z09cLUoAGP-ES0mJv4LuMbOCzm0731V9SqMEgm2T0gVc_/s320/Maurice+est+dans+de+beaux+draps+(1).JPG" border="0" /></a> <div></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYhcgvVPbRN-Ksif3CWRcCj_wqHBGEzbli1_cLg8XQDMWPrMEna_pXWYqsYwe9Fnczl4MnBoNBFTEl1Bu8nYJw04o9JWTGk9-z09cLUoAGP-ES0mJv4LuMbOCzm0731V9SqMEgm2T0gVc_/s1600-h/Maurice+est+dans+de+beaux+draps+(1).JPG"></a></strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Si être dans de beaux draps nous arrive après avoir mouillé sa chemise.....</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Alors là, c'est pas du jeu!</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Touché terre!</span></strong></p>Marie-Noëlle Nouryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381945581452241433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639121996648850407.post-90269598788208530342007-06-25T08:47:00.000-07:002007-07-21T01:58:30.993-07:00Maurice est sur la paille<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6UHTHTK1AJXP68MasATssqQRowCokOQWISTzDyUOT4jd9roseXTAURe4hcFcAm5Fltyn_8EqJCvZUmBEGdgePc1KLLH-O9aIN9GzeB1ZgZsZYlbfKOR5ZxhprBqRW2-DrLWyoz-2ADj3L/s1600-h/2005-01-04+010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080030237836932722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6UHTHTK1AJXP68MasATssqQRowCokOQWISTzDyUOT4jd9roseXTAURe4hcFcAm5Fltyn_8EqJCvZUmBEGdgePc1KLLH-O9aIN9GzeB1ZgZsZYlbfKOR5ZxhprBqRW2-DrLWyoz-2ADj3L/s320/2005-01-04+010.JPG" border="0" /></a> <p><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">Paille</span></strong></div><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Paille de fer</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Paillasson,</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Faut frotter!</span></p><div align="center"><br /></div></strong><div align="center"></div>Marie-Noëlle Nouryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381945581452241433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639121996648850407.post-20074130972903333062007-06-18T13:31:00.000-07:002007-06-22T03:47:24.133-07:00Le livre de Maurice<div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>"Maurice patine dans la semoule"</strong></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLjfUPLtP2nPR-C66_duI_d1sBh2rCNeoMxuFU5w17gkrFTn3iyMfH2XLS8geD0xLIa4vd2tAkaJhkVZtzhB7X_ROjqiPFIcU3wHjt8TVWLz_pEPTCqKilQvuzzyDHeRN55YsiedXEURZM/s1600-h/Maurice+patine+dans+la+semoule.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077681204258633250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLjfUPLtP2nPR-C66_duI_d1sBh2rCNeoMxuFU5w17gkrFTn3iyMfH2XLS8geD0xLIa4vd2tAkaJhkVZtzhB7X_ROjqiPFIcU3wHjt8TVWLz_pEPTCqKilQvuzzyDHeRN55YsiedXEURZM/s320/Maurice+patine+dans+la+semoule.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">Rien à faire, ça n'avance pas, même en </span></strong><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span><br /><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">pédalant.</span></strong></p></span><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>Il faut ramer pour s'en sortir ou attendre que </strong></span></p><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span><br /><p><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>ça</strong><strong> </strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>durcisse</strong>!</span></span></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></p><p align="center">*******************************************************<br /><br /><br /></p><p><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></p><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"><strong>"Maurice coince la bulle"</strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGBvemgEiI1Wnvg8SHJtcrVCz-1dhVoOvIat2jQkDT36T6LgCJSQiSaWJUI_2uHnRd3rnmTMwo7s0xVv3mGFlNdN_EHGp6sQZq_MEUsAnTVJ6nDwWKx4a96NMR6KXGPHARpfEWcGgLBLCm/s1600-h/coince+la+bulle+3.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078061695411385906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGBvemgEiI1Wnvg8SHJtcrVCz-1dhVoOvIat2jQkDT36T6LgCJSQiSaWJUI_2uHnRd3rnmTMwo7s0xVv3mGFlNdN_EHGp6sQZq_MEUsAnTVJ6nDwWKx4a96NMR6KXGPHARpfEWcGgLBLCm/s320/coince+la+bulle+3.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a></strong></span></p><br /><br /><p align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>La coincer, oui, mais....</strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Pas tout de suite, pas trop vite....</strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>(ça c'est dans une autre histoire.)</strong></span></p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3366ff;">N'empêche que coincer une bulle,</span><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span></span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>C'est tout un Art.</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Il faut être délicat, discret, parce qu'en</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>plus cela peut-être mal Vu.</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>D'ailleurs pas facile à voir une bulle.</strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Il vaut Mieux être au soleil</strong></span><br /></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Et si possible allongé!</strong></span></p><p align="center">********************************************************<br /></p><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>"Maurice en rajoute une couche"</strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><p align="left"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078164701612045890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpKBw3yg4YTc2I8WAX2yef6QL8XUwErvdiUW1d3_pfg93O87mjT5-PFvIbF-rJED3tdz4Qf4oblGNZr-hOAVIXnGioSBxTCip5QHnTS0PZtp_c6sjOIlJZK-lxX__3G9BQd-h6tVislDX-/s320/en+rajoute+une+couche+1.JPG" border="0" /></strong></span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>Tartiner, plâtrer, enduire....Pour masquer, camoufler ses propres fissures?</strong></span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></strong></p><p align="center">********************************************************<br /><br /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></strong></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></strong></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJcktt7wvyNFprtl1fDoSp4fgjUadDkONEh3vh2UVxmn3z1cO_kuSJA4ypR840kgWg3e6088E9DHIl26IQ9mFvGRkzZk9QdS6GwhjLNUE9JkiOWDskoq3pUdod0aRywxlmdaYYm5fvX_Gc/s1600-h/est+dans+la+fleur+de+l"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078432329614194258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJcktt7wvyNFprtl1fDoSp4fgjUadDkONEh3vh2UVxmn3z1cO_kuSJA4ypR840kgWg3e6088E9DHIl26IQ9mFvGRkzZk9QdS6GwhjLNUE9JkiOWDskoq3pUdod0aRywxlmdaYYm5fvX_Gc/s320/est+dans+la+fleur+de+l%27%C3%A2ge+1.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">"Maurice est dans la fleur de l'âge"<br /></span></strong></span><br /><br /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Nous y voilà!</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Au coeur du problème...</span></strong><br /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Air dubitatif...</span></strong><br /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">D'accord...!</span></strong><br /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Arrosages réguliers,</span></strong><br /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Engrais naturels,</span></strong><br /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">On devrait tenir</span></strong><br /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Jusqu'à l'automne...</span></strong><br /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Haut les coeurs!</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">********************************************************</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihFMaHVaees0BPTVAZi0VDIvaryJ873G8mlO17sfzAevWeigcnM4nv6u55zIFgop5uUTqTo0fMQKJVqhyphenhyphenT6rSMOjGJb7B49tFILfjnG6-3Lra2rOwd-ZI809yQIVJNSwkSW2Q58UsHDoRG/s1600-h/fait+le+point+3.JPG"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078836125259495010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihFMaHVaees0BPTVAZi0VDIvaryJ873G8mlO17sfzAevWeigcnM4nv6u55zIFgop5uUTqTo0fMQKJVqhyphenhyphenT6rSMOjGJb7B49tFILfjnG6-3Lra2rOwd-ZI809yQIVJNSwkSW2Q58UsHDoRG/s320/fait+le+point+3.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">"Maurice fait le point"</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Faire le point...</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Arrive souvent</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Après en avoir mis un sur le <span style="color:#993399;">I </span>de HIC!</span></strong></p><p align="center"></p>Marie-Noëlle Nouryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14381945581452241433noreply@blogger.com0