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{ December 18, 2008 @ 10:09 PM }
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Hey guys!
The entirety of my day today (Since 8AM :-O), was spent checking out another blog host called WordPress and so I think that I’m moving Deja Moi Comme Ca there, I know that I’ve just moved from Kiss My Fishy but that was necessary… Mmm Hmmm! : P
I’ve also started it correctly by actually adding tags, heehee… Well I stopped half-ish way through because it took something like four to five hours just to do the tags for eighteen of my posts! I will continue with them sometime though! It’s also already got quite a bit of traffic, so I think it’s a good idea and if it doesn’t work out, it’s not the end of the world… Right? : P
I’m not sure whether or not I should delete this blogspot because otherwise it’ll just be left dormant like Kiss My Fishy… So shall have to decide that! Anyway, for now, here’s the link to the new blog: www.dejamoicc.wordpress.com .
Okay, so to the news! Two days ago we finally finished putting up the Christmas decorations in the lounge… It’s just so glittery… It’s like, “Woah! Where’s my sunglasses?!” : P… Brilliant! I’m really looking forward to Christmas, especially because it’s going to be Gadget’s (my kitten’s) very first and he’s always so curious about everything, so it’ll be brilliant to play with the wrapping paper… Or the coal :/ with him : P.
Like I said in my last post, on Saturday the 13th it was my parents wedding anniversary. So before we went to dinner we went to town first. Our little town in south-west France goes completely out for Christmas. All of the little lights are all a-twinkle anywhere you look and even the round-abouts are all done up, it’s just so gorgeous.
In the very centre of town however, the whole place is turned into a Christmas forest sort of thing. The smell of fir trees is in the air and the atmosphere is great! When we were out we saw Santa and even an elf. In the centre, every year they have a little story laid out in a trail of miniature wooden grotto shed thingies.
This year it was the story of the “Matchstick Girl”. It was such a sad story but they had set it up perfectly and when she became an angel at the end… Or rather “Grotto number 13” everyone seemed to enjoy the tale. So it was good, all in all. I even got a sugar crepe and a GIANORMOUS candyfloss… So, in fact, it was GREAT! : P
Oh yes, the only thing that I keep worrying about with Gadget this Christmas is that he doesn’t quite understand the concept of Christmas decorations. I’ve caught him a few times trying to EAT the little golden strands from the Christmas tree. So I’m a little bit worried in case he gets curious, nibbles on something, it gets tangled in his tummy and he gets ill…
So every time he’s slinking around by the tree he gets a hissed at. Recently though we found out that he’s petrified by the sound of jingle bells. You see Venetia took a pair of these really pretty decoration ones that we have and went shaking them around the house… When she came to her room, suddenly Gadget was awake from his deep sleep on her bed and running mid-air to get away from the noise! It was so funny! Venetia felt terrible afterwards for scaring him though, of course but she didn’t know.
Okay guys, I’m getting thirsty and my back’s getting sore from sitting in front of the computer all day, so I’m going to leave it at that. Hope to hear from you guys soon! Seven sleeps until Christmas!
- Bianca
{ December 18, 2008 @ 1:02 PM }
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Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Hey everyone!
Trying to think of where we were last 
… oh right yeah! Okay well once my mom left for England, a week or two later my dad got a job offer. I’m pretty sure I’ve told you this before but I’ll just refresh your memories… and mine !
In our Sicilian house since we were in what they called the country side and too far away from any phone lines so we didn’t even have a telephone or the internet in that house! Giovanni promised it would be within the first week… then domani, domani, domani (tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow). Per sempre domani (always tomorrow)!
The telephone guys came, looked and said “Yes, too far away for a telephone line”. We’ll need to put more in. The next time they came, they measured the distance, then after 15 minutes of being at the house went for a two hour lunch break!
They never came again, so the whole time in Sicily we didn’t have internet or telephone. Except for when we went to an internet café or telephone place. So anyway to get on with my original story, my dad received the job offer in a tiny, ramshackle-like telephone booth place since it was the closest to our house… and generally like most of the telephone places in Mazara del Vallo.
And of course in case you haven’t noticed or read in previous posts it was in south-west France 
. My dad accepted, and then my mom booked us tickets out of Sicily for the forth of May. You see my mom had to be in Sicily or we had to be in England before the eighth of May because it would have been my sister’s 18th birthday.
I was barely able to bring myself to stay in that house for the last three weeks. It was so boring!
We did have a little bit of fun though, even though we were stuck in the middle of a family fight between Jovanna, Giovanni’s fiancé, also given a random name made up by, yours truly… me! Okay, okay I got it off an Italian girls name site … and it’s just the girl version of Giovanni… I know I’m so unoriginal… and Jovanna’s brother-in-law. They wanted the house for summer… don’t ask me why they’d want that house, but whatever their reason was, they wanted it.
I’m using the word “they” because it was Jovanna’s brother-in-law’s father as well as the brother-in-law. Those two were really sly things. First off they made Jovanna’s mother pay them to fix up the house for us… which they did NOT do such a great job of… in my opinion. Is there actually a point to painting the outside of the house… and then just leaving the kitchen floor tile-less because they’d done “their work” . Secondly they planted a snake in our garden! Yes it was them… I reckon so anyway.
They came to paint the walls on the patio one day and went into the garden to get the wheelbarrow, but when they left they just stood around waiting for my dad to come up and they left the wheelbarrow outside the garden instead of putting it back.
That day, my dad and Giovanni were sitting in the garden. My dad spotted a giant green snake slithering across the ground, calmly told Giovanni… Giovanni jumped up looked around then ran to my dad’s side… I hope you know the descriptive word for Giovanni that I’m thinking because I’d really rather not write it out .
My dad asked him if he should kill it, if it was poisonous. Giovanni said yes. So my dad got the spade…. And you can imagine what happened next I’m sure.
Later that day Giovanni said that the last time he saw a snake was at a barbeque seven years ago… and THEN told my dad that green snakes aren’t poisonous… this from the guy that ran to my dad when he saw the snake and told my dad to kill it!
A few days later Jovanna’s brother-in-law… I can’t even remember his real name… so let’s say Alfonso. So Alfonso came around with his wife. My dad said in Italian “I found your snake!” he said “Mio serpente?!” (my snake) “Yes, your snake”, was my dad’s reply. So now Alfonso didn’t know if it was just a foreigner to the Italian language with the incorrect words… or of course that we knew it was him who placed it there . Mind boggling!
After he got over the confusing-ness of my dad’s comment he asked what colour it was. And then proved that it must have been them because his wife and he said “Oooh green, it is very, very poisonous! Brown is okay but GREEN!”… So who to believe now… hmmm.
My dad told Giovanni about them saying this and he said… yes… but no it was not green it was brown! Since it was clearly green . We went down to the farmer by us and asked him. Green is not poisonous. We decided to believe him .
So now you can see that we had good enough reasons to leave Sicily. Even though it was gorgeous… some of the people that we met weren’t. So I guess if we had had a better experience and had found a nice house, we would never have left and I wouldn’t be writing this… lucky I had that experience then, eh?
(South-west Sicily, Bageria)
Tomorrow I’ll write about leaving Sicily . See you all then. Hope to hear from you soon (spirits still high ).
- Bianca
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{ December 18, 2008 @ 12:34 PM }
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Thursday, November 1, 2007
Hey there!
Well yesterday I said about Halloween and the French calling before they came, so my impression was that they had to know you to trick or treat. Last night I found out that trick or treating here is like anywhere . Except they all just go in big groups with a few parents. They were all so CUTE! It was like a horde of … deadly things . None of them rang the bell… they might have been too small to reach… there were miniature ghosts, werewolves, bright, orange pumpkins and even twin witches! . So that was nice .
Well now that Halloween is over it’s time to look forward to CHRISTMAS! Woo! The only thing that’s worrying me is my grandmother. She’s in Ireland at the moment and was supposed to be sending us our Christmas decorations from my cousins’ house. She still hasn’t and keeps putting it off >.<. It’s not too difficult, one of my cousins just has to go up get the decorations down from their attic, measure the boxes and send them… we’ve had them since we arrived in Ireland, so it’s ten years of memories.
There’s even a clay Christmas tree and bright florescent pink present decoration that I made in school when I was seven! Oh and these little gift boxes made out of old Christmas cards. I just wanted to get a hold of one to see how I made it . They’re really cute, we made little sweet things at school to put inside… of course the sweet thing was long gone before the box arrived home . I’m really looking forward to Christmas, but this is the first year that my sister’s been working. She’s applied for Christmas week off so I really hope she gets it . Back to now though. I made Gizmo a devil headband thing for Halloween but forgot to put it on him when the trick or treat-ers came >.<, oh well. I’ll get a picture of him for all of you guys to see ! Back to Sicily now! (I just can’t seem to make up my mind )
Well we stayed with Giovanni for three weeks. His bed and breakfast was a 5 minute walk from the ocean… on his website it said from a beach. But in Sicily you can hardly ever find any beaches that are clean enough or… well generally beach-y enough… by beach-y I mean sandy. Usually it’s just all rocks.
We did find a few gorgeous beaches though, on one we had a picnic and watched a guy go fishing for octopus! That was so cool, he actually caught one as well! He was just snorkelling around and was holding a cage. I didn’t see any spear so I get the impression that he just grabbed it… didn’t get too close to see what colour it was though.
I was just reading some stories about people going fishing and I found quite an interesting one. A man was going fishing for catfish in the Ohio River near Louisville but instead of catching the catfish that he wanted, he caught a six foot octopus!
Well I’m going to leave it at that. Hope to hear from you all soon!
- Bianca
{ December 18, 2008 @ 11:11 AM }
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Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Hey everyone!
I know :-O What?! TWO posts in ONE day! Well, I DID promise this one about Carcassonne on Monday!
Yes, so we went to Carcassonne yesterday, it was about an hours drive from our house. The scenery on the way was absolutely stunning! You have to drive up the twisting roads through The Black Mountains, there was a gorgeous, clear river that flowed to the right hand side of the road once we reached the city outside of Carcassonne, I don’t know where it came from though, might have dozed off for a few seconds .
The most frustrating part in Carcassonne though, was being in the city outside of it, being able to see the towering castle, but not able to find the route to it! Not such great street signs ;-P! Yep, just blame the street signs! (Below – Carcassonne on a NICE day ).
It was well-worth it… once we found the entrance 
! The best part was that I’m reading a book at the moment called “Labyrinth”, by Kate Mosse (not the David Bowie one with the kids that get lost in the labyrinth). And in it there’s a character from the 13th century (not too sure on the century, will look it up later in the book, wow, I’m impressed, just looked it up and I was right ) that lived in Carcassonne so you get more of a feel of what the castle and it’s grounds would have been like back then.
Anyway to get on with my ORIGINAL story, we walked through, have some pictures below of me standing in front of the entrance… holding a half eaten ice-cream , (That’s the second one)! (Top one – I’m the shortest one and wearing white , my mom in the middle and my sister all the way to the left)
After looking around some “medieval” shops we came across “The Torture Chamber”. It’s like a museum of all of the torture… devices that they used on “heretics”, “witches”, and the “accused” in the olden days, the one date that I can actually remember was the first recorded date that they used “The Iro
n Maiden”, it was disgusting, that not even 500 years ago they STARTED using it (1515 A.D.). The Iron Maiden is like a sarcophagus that has long, I’d think very painful, nails on the inside, sticking out all over the show, the “accused” gets placed inside and the doors are slowly clamped over, it doesn’t do BRUTAL damage so the average person takes two whole days to die! It was so gross!!! Much worse things there too…
Afterward we walked around some more, ate, went to the BEST sweet shop EVER! Got ice-cream and walked around some more ! We drove home later, stopping by a gorgeous mountain valley, that over looked Hautpoul. (To the right – Hautpoul)
Really hope to get some more (Wow! More sounds weird there ) fish pictures in sooooooon!
- Bianca
P.S. Yes I know, I thought I lived in south-west France too, but with this weather… pfft, it’s okay though, it wasn’t as bitterly cold as Ireland was .
