Posts Tagged ‘mom’
{ May 16, 2009 @ 2:01 PM }
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{ Deja Moi Comme Ca, photography }
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Hellooo people out there 
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I never wrote about this and seeing as I had intended to I shall just write about it now… Even if it was over a month ago…
Venetia and I (And by “and I” I mean… mostly Venetia) baked The World’s Most Awesome Home-Made Cake
In The History Of All Awesome Cakes for our mom’s birthday which was on the first of April. It was absolutely incredible! The most part of it was spent decorating and wow… Once we were finally finished I was just speechless… So here’s the pictures!
Caterpillar Cake
For anybody who wants to bake a cake like this, simply make a chocolate cake mixture and bake it in a rectangular tin (for banana bread), carefully round off the edges with a knife and then just get creative with whatever is colourful (and edible :/) in your cupboards! I think we may have gone slightly overboard but it tasted sooo good!
And for decoration, we had little flowers made out of a gloop of coloured butter icing with a smartie in the middle… Unsurprisingly these weren’t favourited but they looked pretty ^.^!
On other topics.. Gadget killed a bird :/… It was horrible! The first time he ever brought any little “presents” home for us I was racing down the stairs of the basement…
Suddenly this… this… thing sprawled across the carpet at the bottom of the steep stairway came into view as I rounded the corner but because I was going at such speeds I could hardly stop at the bottom of the
steps and I DID NOT want to land in that … unidentified something so I jumped.
And then came the squealing and girl-ish cries of “GADGET HAS KILLED SOMETHING! THERE’S A HALF-EATEN SOMETHING DOWN HEREEEE!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!”. Covering my face with both hands and silently whimpering for the dead creature I waiting for my mom to come downstairs…
Gadget is a murderer…
There were several other inciddents of these types and the worst one was truely the worst… I heard Gadget’s bell that hangs around his neck so the birds have more of a chance of noticing him jingling madly in the basement and just knew. I whipped the door open to find my very own kitty, jump back startled from this intrusion as he was silencing his prey but looking up at me with the most angelic kitty-puppy-dog eyes in the world… I screamed for my mom.
Two of Gadget’s cat friends were still hanging around by the windowsill… The bird was still alive when we got to him. He was so tiny and as my mom cradled him in the warmth of her hands, he was looking up at me and his eye was blinking… It was BLINKING… like a person! My mom chased the cats away and set the defenseless bird to rest outside under a bush. I cried.
Now I’m upset again -.-! Although a shrew caught by Gadget got away ^.^! Anyway, it’s an absolutely stunning day and I need to go soak up the sun a bit… I’m going to the beach tomorrow and my legs will be
blinding if I don’t start tanning now!
Hoping to hear from you guys soon!
- Bianca =]
{ February 5, 2009 @ 7:35 PM }
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Good afternoon everyone!
The weather is gorgeous! The sun is shining and the sky is a baby blue, the perfect day … It’s so bizarre for me to think that in the UK right now there are snowstorms and it’s too cold to step outside :/. Weird! 
Anyway, so yes! I’m finally 15 years old as of the 1st of February! I spent the whole day with my parents and Venetia, so it was quiet but absolutely brilliant! I went to bed pretty late on Saturday night so was pleased that I had a nice lie in on Sunday. I woke up by the sound of hushed voices whispering in the hallway but was far too lazy to get up… So I just lay there until Dun Duh Dun DUN! In came Venetia and my mom and dad with… an incredibly delicious looking chocolate smothered cake! Mmm, yummy! As I sat up in my bed I noticed all of these colourful balloons spread across my bedroom floor, yay!!
It was such a nice surprise 
. I did it for Venetia’s birthday and hinted in the toy shop that she should blow up 100 balloons like I did for her… But still was totally not expecting her too. Aww .
I blew out the candles shaped as a 1 and a 5 and made my wish. Cake for breakfast with chocolate milkshake… is… not… good… Well actually, it tastes incredible! But not good for the fact that it makes you completely hyper :/ – Overload on the sugar!
Oh actually! On Saturday night Venetia and I went ice-skating but before we went my parents asked me if I’d like an early birthday present, so of course, like any SANE person, I replied with an extremely enthusiastic, almost maniac type response of “YESSS!”… And so, after a few impatient minutes I was handed a gift wrapped bag with ribbons and whatnot displayed across the front . I tried to figure out how to open it without ripping the bag but eventually gave up and handed it to my mom…
After a few seconds the little box was in my excited hands, eager to see what was inside. I pulled the top up and my jaw dropped… It was the most stunning necklace ever! I absolutely love it! It’s a golden chain with the letter B in gold with little X’s up the straight side of the B. I’ve always wanted a necklace with something about me on it ^.^. It rocks!
Following that, Venetia decided to give me one of the presents that she’d gotten for me… :O… The most COOLEST shirt in the whole history and nation of cool shirts! It’s extremely punk-y with zippers and skulls and slashes and safety pins and stripes and disconnecting arm pieces! Woooo! I love it… And it’s the perfect fit ! Yay!
So on my birthday I was more than overwhelmed with my presents… And I thought Venetia wasn’t subtle! Hee hee! I ripped the shiny blue wrapping paper knowing what lay beneath… Or at least I thought I did! As the bag emerged I was so ecstatic to finally have it in my grasp but what’s this bulge inside :O!
Lying silently inside – like a ninja! – was (after hastily unwrapped) what seemed to be a mobile phone cover but what I soon found out was not… As I opened the second box suffocating under the weight of the selotape and impossible to rip wrapping paper, I was utterly shocked! It was an MP4 player . The colours rock (black and sparkly pink) and it’s just so nice to just hold ^.^. Also, the sound is amazing :O ^.^! And now it wont ever be scratched thanks to the cover thing . Awesome!!
Following that I unwrapped another present from my parents being ceramic hair straighteners <3! I loooooove them, they make my hair so soft and unfrizzifys the frizziness! Unfrizzify’s IS now a word… According to me!
Venetia was straightening my hair for the first time but my back was towards the mirror while she did my fringe so as I turned around I gasped because I didn’t think it would be THAT good! Yay!
And then I also received tonnes of “Misfits” / “The Nightmare Before Christmas” badges to be creative with . Awesome birthday! And today I got a surprise in the post . From Kirsty, one of my best friends, since I was six years old, sent me the most awesome pajamas! I love them and they’re so comfortable <3!
Venetia stayed up until 4:30AM on Saturday night baking my birthday cake, putting tonnes of icing on it, decorating it with chocolate edible things galore and blowing up balloons! Now that is just so sweet! The cake was quickly devoured, heehee but the balloons are still making my room a very colourful place to be in!
I would just like to say that my laptop rocks! My mom found these laptop stickers and got me some really awesome ones! They have a black background and a red scary dragon face thing on it… Talk about awesome ^.^!
I’m going to leave it at that because it’s necessary for me to go find milkshake now…
Hoping to hear from you guys soon! Catch you all later .
- Bianca =)
{ December 18, 2008 @ 12:51 PM }
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Monday, November 5, 2007
Hey everyone!
Before I start remember that you have to start reading from the next page and work your way backwards …
In Sicily at Giovanni’s place we didn’t really do much. For three days there, there were bad thunder and lightning storms, but it was really cool to watch because you could see the ocean from the room my parents were in.
Since we still didn’t have a car, Giovanni found one for us and brought my parents to go see it… when they came back I was utterly shocked at what they had bought… it was one of those little, white fiat-unos… it did the job though and was very handy for our great escape of Sicily !
Giovanni also said that he’d help find us a house… what he found is not quite what I’d call a house…
We stayed at his bed and breakfast for three weeks, our pastimes usually long, late barbeques. After we got the car though we did go out and about seeing places a lot. Giovanni’s fiancé’s mother was fixing up a “house” for rent and we just happened to be in need of a house. So Giovanni, like any sales person would put two and two together and brought us around to this so-called “house”…
We went around it… this took a very short time as to how small it was. Apparently it was furnished, which consisted of 4 beds, the bathroom, a dining table… and a stove. WOW, great going with the furnishing .
It had five rooms (in total, yes in total, not just the bedrooms). Three bedrooms, the bathroom and the kitchen/dining room which she promised she’d tile and never got around to it. It did have a good sized garden though and a grape vineyard 2 minutes walk from the house. The garden was full of orange and lemon trees and even prickly pear cacti… the rest of the garden though was absolutely overgrown… everywhere.
We took the house since it was the only thing we could find, I know it was a stupid decision but awk well too late now .
We were in soon enough (the picture dates tell me that it was 16th of April, and we’d only taken these at least a week of being in the house) and had settled down. My mom decided to fly back to England to her mom and Gizmo since Karen (my mom’s mom) was taking so long in packing to get herself over to Sicily with us.
My mom kissed us goodbye, she got on the plane and off she went. The next three weeks droned on and on and on for the three of us. We were sick of sitting in the house, or playing jack-change-it (a card game, the rules continuously increased as we got more bored… in the end it was hard to keep up ).
To understand Giovanni you’d have to have known him… he was like a snake with a smile. He’d become your friend and rip you off at the same time in fact one of his favourite phrases to use on us was “my friend”… it’s very frustrated to think that we fell for him. Then again the more that I think about I don’t think he realised. Some Sicilians (mainly Giovanni ) are the type like I help you, now you must help me… or in Giovanni’s case it was more like I help you… now you must pay me .
The first few days in the house were… there’s actually no real word to describe it. I just sat here for 5 minutes trying to think of one and… none! Well… in the third day or so I was about to go run a bath for myself and ended up running to my parents room yelling “There’s an ALIEN in the bath!!!”… it was not funny at the time .
It was seriously an alien-like creature. It was light amber-brown, had a long-spindly body with… literally millions of LONG legs and antennas. I know you’re thinking oh that’s just a centipede… that was NOT a centipede!
We found tonnes in that Sicilian house, so since I found the first one it has adopted the name of “alien” so from now on don’t be alarmed if I refer to something like, “there was an alien in the tea-cup!” … this did happen once. My sister almost had a heat attack when she was making tea … now that was funny!
Actually one night in our room (we were sharing one in that house) there was an alien on the wall and a gecko on the other. Venetia refused to sleep unless I got at least the gecko out. So I got my jewellery box, dumped everything on my bed, made the gecko come down of the wall. By about a few inches of the ground the poor thing fainted and fell to the floor. I was so devastated and just wanted to leave it alone. Venetia on the other hand kept moaning and wouldn’t go to sleep >:-(! So I ushered the gecko into the box and put the lid on top. Now Venetia wanted me to put the gecko outside. No way that I was going out there at this time of night! So I let it loose in the kitchen .
Of course Venetia was not happy about this but I was too tired. I climbed into bed and was almost asleep when I was disturbed by a crazy creature… known as, yes that’s right, Venetia. Apparently now I had to get the alien out. I got up dragged Venetia’s bed with her still on it to my side of the room and tried to go to sleep again. Nope this wasn’t good enough . I said that I’d get the alien down but she’d have to put it in a box.
I put Venetia’s bed back, got the broom and swept the alien off the wall, then climbed back into bed…now the alien had gone under the wall… after Venetia doing what she needed to do, even though I said if she did it I’d never talk to her again, we went to sleep. The next morning I was talking again >.<.
As I’m sure you can see I talk far too much . So I’m going to leave it at that and get back on track with it tomorrow.
Still hoping to hear from you all soon !
- Bianca
{ December 18, 2008 @ 11:38 AM }
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Thursday, October 25, 2007
Hey everyone!
First off, I’ve decided this website isn’t just going to be about fishing (although that’s a big part of it ). Since I haven’t gone fishing lately (I was supposed to be going over the weekend… don’t quite know what happened there /:[ ) I haven’t got any fishing stories, so I’ll just zoom all the way back to the 1st of March when my adventures around the world really began.
If any of you have ever moved country you’ll know how difficult packing is! I had to bring my WHOLE life in just one suitcase! I’m not so great with throwing things out, quite a few times I kept packing arbitrary items… for instance pink, flower, fairy lights kept managing to find its own way in the suitcase… okay it was me… aww how I loved those… eventually though I replaced them with more… useful things after being persuaded by the fact that the plug sockets in Sicily would be different… it’s okay though taking them out freed up like half my suitcase !
I also had to leave my (absolutely GORGEOUS) electric guitar which I’d only gotten 2 months earlier!!! That was so depressing, I WAS going to attempt bringing it as hand luggage but didn’t really want the hassle and it was SOOO heavy.
To get on with the story, grrr as I’m sure you can see I have a tendency to move onto a different subject and get distracted… Anyway, a few days before the 1st (which is when we departed Ireland) my gran, (I just call her Karen, so from now on I’m saying Karen) was staying with us and gave us the FRIGHT of our lives (I’m using us and our because my parents, sister, second cousin and my uncle were in the house at the time, with me of course ).
I was in a deep sleep because I wanted to get a relatively early night, when I heard shouts and yells and stuff of MOM, MOM!. I ran downstairs, into the lounge expecting my gran to be doing something stupid instead my uncle and my dad were giving her C.P.R., later I found out she’d collapsed and her heart had stopped beating! The rugby was on that night so Karen must of just been over excited or something , a few hours earlier she was jumping around cheering on her favourite team … why was I on this story…?
Oh right yeah well Karen was supposed to be taking Gizmo (our small dog, I’m sure I’ve told you about him before) on the ferry with her, across to England there she would look after him at her house until we were settled in Sicily (since we just got up and left and didn’t bother finding a house first since someone, not saying anybody’s name in particular … usually people would put the persons name here and I’m very tempted to… but I won’t since I’m so, very nice … said that it was easy enough to find a house there. This later proved as wrong . See there I go again, off a different direction to the story… although this has got something to do with the story so I guess it’s not that bad…!
(Gizmo!!! The post looked very boring so thought I’d give you a glimpse of him
! He’s on the window sill at my gran’s house, I think Gizmo spent too much of his time watching my uncle and aunt’s cat… He’s in England hints the fact that he’s wearing a shirt
!)
I’ll continue with what I was saying, Karen came around and my parents rushed her to hospital, she’s all fine now though . But she was supposed to be taking Gizmo on Tuesday, we were going to be leaving on Thursday. Gizmo and Karen’s departure was postponed until Saturday so I had to say goodbye to Gizmo and leave him behind with Karen and my great-gran (Maisey). It was so upsetting! I knew I wouldn’t see him for at least a month, an actual fact it was TWO!
And off our taxi took us (since we’d left our car with a friend who was going to sell it for us). We slept at the hotel across the road from Belfast International Airport, because our flight was at 08:00 am… FAAAAAAAAR too early for me .
Somehow I managed to get up and be ready in the morning for my flight. My sister actually has some footage of us that morning… which I’ll have to find, most of the recording I was slouched over my suitcase on the floor of the hotel bedroom, moaning at her not to film me ! Venetia (my sister) did get some of the planes taking off though and you can see how early it is because of how dark it is outside!
Once we were all ready and had had breakfast we all crossed the road and checked in. Our first flight was very short and was surprisingly painless! Usually my ears pop… with a lot of pain going up and then coming down, despite my efforts to chew gum, or suck lollipops… sometimes I’d even try sleeping. We flew to Stansted in England first, sat around for a few hours, had lunch at a really nice Italian place, oh my word, the CHEESECAKE was the NICEST there it was so yummy!!!!
Once we only had about an hour of waiting to do we found out that our luggage was too heavy for the next flight to Palermo, Sicily! Quickly we sorted it out, I had to leave the coolest nail set ever behind, which I’d also only got two months earlier, it had an electric nail buffing machine!!!
We checked in again, and got on the plane to Palermo, my ears didn’t pop too painfully this time either, something in the day to be thankful about !
After a few hours, the pilot landed the plane safely and we all got out, grabbed our luggage and walked around to the exit which came out onto one of the most Sicilian scenes that I’d ever seen… mainly because I’d only ever been to Sicily once and it was just for a day trip from Malta to Mount. Etna, to get there we had to go on one of the fastest catamarans in the world! Well anyway it was tonnes of black cabs parked outside with all of the taxi drivers dressed up like people from the “Mafia” with their leather jackets on and cigars or cigarettes hanging out of their mouths… yet, they weren’t standing around looking cool, or sitting in their cabs, they were playing football and yelling at each other in Sicilian… it was quite late already so the lighting just seemed to make everything a whole lot scarier .
We managed to drag one of the taxi drivers away from his football, packed up our suitcases, buckled ourselves in and off we went. They drive like… CRAZY there! I was sitting in the middle at the back and just keeping my eye on the speedometer. Once we arrived at The Holiday Inn, the cab driver made us pay 60 euros for a five minute journey, so if you ever go to Sicily, I think it’s best to just hire a car out. We went inside only to find a miserable looking woman slouched in her seat at the reception. My dad used his broken Sicilian and asked if she had any rooms, she was reluctant at first, finally she gave us our key, and we went up stairs. At this moment, I just wanted to go right back to our home in Ireland. I had a bath, was reassured by my dad that I just needed a good night’s sleep and I’d enjoy it more in the morning, so I went to bed.
Will continue with my Sicilian adventure tomorrow . Sorry this post had nothing to do with fishing.
Hope to hear from you all soon, still waiting on those pictures .
- Bianca
{ December 18, 2008 @ 10:56 AM }
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Thursday, October 4, 2007
Hey everyone!
Well on the first of September, we moved to our permanent house in France. About time too, you see… moving about all began a VERY long time ago (well.. 6 months on the first… but that seems like a very long time to me, so just let me have my rant!)… So on the 1st of March 2007, we departed Ireland only after deciding 6 weeks earlier that we were going to move to Sicily. Yep, that’s right not France, Sicily (confused, eh? )! My dad’s dad had lived there, and Ireland was so cold, EVERY single day it was like “What’s the day like?” “Umm… rainy and cold…” on and on and on.
We’re not used to cold weather (I’ll get to that part later). So we all made a decision to give it a go, (for those of you that never concentrated in Geography classes, Sicily is the football of the boot (the boot being Italy), it’s also know as “The Land of the Mafia”… actually I just made that last bit up, but it is where “The Mafia” originated from, with only ever visiting it once.
So you’re wondering how we ended up in south-west France? After having a lot of bad experiences there, my dad got a job offer in France and so he accepted. I left Sicily after living in it for two months and flew all the way up North, just stopping short of Northern Ireland in South England. We came here first because my cousins live there and it would give us more time to find a decent place in France.
One month later we left and after only finding a “gite” – like a summer house (that’s where the lake was and where the pictures below were taken at) – we arrived in our hopefully last destination… for a while! Then of course we moved to this new house. Sadly it has no lake near it 
, but it is very nice and only five minutes from town, an hour from skiing in the Pyrenees and an hour and a half’s drive from the Mediterranean !
We’ve been living here for a month and the fishing withdrawal symptoms are starting to set in! I find that when a bar of soap drops in the shower, I’m mildly surprised it doesn’t flop around for a bit, before becoming still!
Oh right yeah, just read through above and realised that I forgot to tell you why we’re not used to the cold weather, well we (my mom, dad, sister and of course myself) were all born in Zimbabwe, Africa, I was three when the country became too corrupt to live in and we had to leave for Ireland. Right well, I’m away until next write up .
Hope to hear comments SOON !
- Bianca
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Sunday, July 8, 2007
Okay so… Hey everyone! Welcome to Kiss My Fishy the Oh-fish-all Website (ha ha, how funny am I?… actually, don’t answer that )!!!
I know kissing a fish doesn’t sound so great…and doesn’t taste so FLY (wait that’s a frog joke right?…) either. But I had to… well I was willing to, but only because it WAS a bet. I have no secret life .
Well to start off, we start from the most obvious place, the end. I kissed a fish! Yes I’m sure you can tell by now because of the name, the WHOLE site and of course the pictures (Yep that’s me)!
My name’s Bianca Cassandra P. I’m 13… and 7 months (oooh how precise)! And yep I kissed a fish (wow…. I’m very repetitive, repetitive, repetitive)… Well recently we (my mom, my dad, my sister and my dog) moved to South-west of France. We’d been living in Ireland for 10 years before and have only been living in France for 3 months now.
On one day in the second month of being here, my dad and I went down to the lake, that’s about 5 minutes walk from the house, to go fishing. Usually I ROCK at fishing… but this night was different /:-O… Dun dun DUNNN! No really, in two or so hours of fishing we’d catch a few, one night my mom and I even caught at least 20 (Of course we always throw the fish back… so it could’ve been the same fish, latching onto the bait, getting pulled in, taken off the hook, thrown back in, swimming around for a few minutes, saw that giant blob of orange again, got caught, reeled in, unhooked, thrown back in and so on and so on and so on)!!!
Like I was saying, this night was different, my dad and I hadn’t caught any yet and we’d moved up and down the lake and had been fishing for at least a good half-hour (good for the fish anyway ;-P). So my dad came up with a game. Who ever caught the first fish of the night, no matter what the size (even though in these pictures this fish is the general size of the catch we catch) the other person would have to kiss it.
Well the first fish was caught by… drum roll please… my dad! Hints, who’s kissing the fish in the pictures… me! So my mom got the camera set up and…I kissed a fish!
It was DISGUSTING! The fish actually SUCKED my lip… Something I NEVER want to do again… but here’s my idea…
I would really love it if…. all of you readers who love to fish would kiss a fish for me and then send in your pictures. If you get a group of your fishing friends to go for a group-fishing trip then whoever catches the first fish, the rest MUST kiss it and you take the pictures!
Please ensure that the fish you are about to kiss does NOT have teeth!
As I’ve told you before we’re living in France now and I seldom hear English so all comments would be much appreciated…
Thanks, now start that FISHING FRENZY and get HOOKED on making your friends kiss your fishy!
- Bianca
P.S. You can send your pictures to kissmyfishy@gmail.com (Or rather use the new e-mail now! Dejamoicc@gmail.com : ))
How we came to be so far across the pond! (Ireland to France)
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Thursday, October 4, 2007
Hey everyone!
Well on the first of September, we moved to our permanent house in France. About time too, you see… moving about all began a VERY long time ago (well.. 6 months on the first… but that seems like a very long time to me, so just let me have my rant!)… So on the 1st of March 2007, we departed Ireland only after deciding 6 weeks earlier that we were going to move to Sicily. Yep, that’s right not France, Sicily (confused, eh?
)! My dad’s dad had lived there, and Ireland was so cold, EVERY single day it was like “What’s the day like?” “Umm… rainy and cold…” on and on and on.
We’re not used to cold weather (I’ll get to that part later). So we all made a decision to give it a go, (for those of you that never concentrated in Geography classes, Sicily is the football of the boot (the boot being Italy), it’s also know as “The Land of the Mafia”… actually I just made that last bit up, but it is where “The Mafia” originated from, with only ever visiting it once.
So you’re wondering how we ended up in south-west France? After having a lot of bad experiences there, my dad got a job offer in France and so he accepted. I left Sicily after living in it for two months and flew all the way up North, just stopping short of Northern Ireland in South England. We came here first because my cousins live there and it would give us more time to find a decent place in France.
One month later we left and after only finding a “gite” – like a summer house (that’s where the lake was and where the pictures below were taken at) – we arrived in our hopefully last destination… for a while! Then of course we moved to this new house. Sadly it has no lake near it
, but it is very nice and only five minutes from town, an hour from skiing in the Pyrenees and an hour and a half’s drive from the Mediterranean 
!
We’ve been living here for a month and the fishing withdrawal symptoms are starting to set in! I find that when a bar of soap drops in the shower, I’m mildly surprised it doesn’t flop around for a bit, before becoming still!
Oh right yeah, just read through above and realised that I forgot to tell you why we’re not used to the cold weather, well we (my mom, dad, sister and of course myself) were all born in Zimbabwe, Africa, I was three when the country became too corrupt to live in and we had to leave for Ireland. Right well, I’m away until next write up
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Hope to hear comments SOON
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- Bianca