Bianca's blog

MOM SEE THIS

2012-01-02T16:03:00.000-08:00

Dear Mom,

You've always wanted to get a kitten while Dad said he wasn't allergic. Why don't you want one anymore? I thought you wanted one! When our house had mice, you told Dad that if you saw one more $%^& mouse, you would march out and get a kitten! WHY DON'T YOU WANT A KITTEN ANYMORE!?

Love,

Bianca

Merry Christmas!

2011-12-25T08:51:00.000-08:00

Dear Everybody,

You should know that I have had a fantastic Christmas. And I hope you have, too. I hope the reindeer on the sleigh of "Santa Claus" got tons of carrots, and I hope that "Santa" himself will be enjoying millions of cookies year-round. I hope that the elves get their payment, and that all the children in the world got what they wanted from "Santa".

I wish you a Merry Christmas, and a Happy Holidays!

-Bianca

10 ways to have fun when it is snowing in your town WAY too early

2011-10-29T14:11:00.000-07:00

If you're like our town(Lexington, Massachusetts), it has snowed two MONTHS before schedule. So I kinda had to do this list. So pick up your shovels, people, cause we've got work to do!

WARNING: all these rules are for the snow being like, TWO-FEET DEEP.

The first one is kinda a HAVE-TO.

1. GET MOVIN' AND PICK UP THAT SHOVEL. You're really just gonna stand there with all that undetermined snow on your lawn? At least do something! In this case, START WORKING.

2.(optional)STARE AT THE WINDOW UNTIL YOUR EYES HURT, OR YOU"RE HUNGRY. You see, one of the winter wonders that you get out of snow, is to see the changes in your wonderful land outside. I love to!

3. AS SOON AS IT'S DONE, GET OUT THERE AND MAKE A SNOWMAN! Or a snow woman, or whatever. Ya have snow, ya play with it. THAT IS A RULE.

4. GO SLEDDING. The marvelous wonders of going sledding, the wind in your cheeks, the snow all over your face, getting in your eyelids--and I'm back on Earth.

5. GO SKIING. Your dad keeps nagging at you to do it, so why don't you? It would only be once, after all...

6. GET A SHOVEL OF IT AND STUFF IT DOWN SOMEONE'S JACKET. Aaaa, the glorious victory of war. Cousin of snowball fighting, only better!!!

7. MAKE AN UNDERGROUND FORT WITH YOUR FRIENDS. Whenever your little sibling comes around, you kill them off with your mega-sized snowballs. Awesome.

8. DIG A HOLE DOWN SO DEEP, YOUR ENEMY ACCIDENTALLY FALLS IN AND IS NEVER SEEN AGAIN BY HUMAN EYES. Now this one is just good for the best of it!

9. FALL INTO IT REPEATEDLY AND GOBBLE IT UP. Nothing like the taste of snow.

10. TASTE THE SNOWFLAKES. On your tongue, baby. If people think you're weird, spit it out at them(if it didn't melt).

BONUS: If for some reason, you hate snow, lock yourself in a room until it stops and/or you die.

Crazy Dr. Seuss

2011-10-24T07:56:00.000-07:00

I've always respected Ted Guisel. I liked his books, and all, but I thought they were a LITTLE crazy, with the Gobber-Shtrapkins or whatever. I guess he was abnormal. You know? So I guess that I didn't like him that much. Until that day in our pond.

And, well, I know this is kind of stupid, but I had never gone swimming in there. And I'd accidentally fell in. When I had tried to get out, I fell back in. And over, and over again. Then, all of a sudden, I got pushed to the direction of the sun, and I panicked. What the heck was happening? I shielded my eyes from the bright rays of the sun that almost had blinded me. Then... wait a second! I could look directly into the sun! It wasn't... well... SHINY. In fact, it was more orange than yellowish-gold. Neon, laminated orange. Ten seconds later(at least, I THINK ten seconds had passed. For some reason, I counted the seconds), it started absorbing me!

I was thinking, "What's going on? Where's mom? And dad? And how is something making me fly?"

It was true. I was floating above, flying toward the orange planet. It was getting closer, and closer, and bigger and bigger. I was starting to get scared. I mean, what do you expect? This had never, ever happened before! And we'd had this pond since we moved in, which for me is BEFORE my birth!! I sucked in my breath, and shook it out.

Then, I blacked out.

When I woke up, I was on this weird orange pavement. Some orange, fluffy creatures were walking on the pavement, whistling and all that. They had no clothes on, but it didn't seem like they were naked. It was really windy, wherever I was. I was surprised I wasn't cold. Then I looked down at myself and realized why. I was looking down at an orange creature.

I screamed with no voice. Then I started to panic. Where was my voice?! Why couldn't I talk? Was this normal every time you fell into a lake? Was I dead?

The creatures started staring at me. I could hear their voices wide and clear, in my head. It was weird, since none of us had mouths.

"Who are you?" the creature echoed in my brain. "Why are you here? I've never seen you before, so what are you doing here? Are you a human? If you are, why do you look so handsome?"

I thought I was going to die. That is, if I wasn't already DEAD. I tried to talk back, but again, I couldn't hear my voice.

The creature craned her(or his, I had no idea, since, of course, they weren't human) neck, trying to hear me. "Man, talk LOUDER," her--he--IT said. "I can barely hear you think."

So I tried to "talk" louder. "WHERE AM I?"

I heard my voice mildly, but inside my head!!! What the heck was happening?

"A little better," it grumbled. "You're in the town of..." It looked at its watch, or whatever-it-is. "Nuston, of course!"

hey bianca writing on your blog.....

2011-09-25T04:37:00.000-07:00

Let me tell you something....... look at my Dogs....... post. bye-bye!

A Month's Time

2011-08-25T15:52:00.000-07:00

Well, I've grown a lot in a month, both phisically and mentally. And, even if you don't believe it, my love life has changed a little, too. In five days school starts, and we'll see what'll happen from then. My best friend, Mei, is currently in China, and she'll stay there until a week after the first day of school passes by.

Going to Romania has definitely changed me. Three years ago, I went for the last time to Romania, until now. In those three years, I became really desperate and crazy, for what even I don't know. It was like I'd left a piece of me, a very large piece, in Romania three years ago. As the years had passed, I became more and more a person who I wasn't really, inside my soul. I had become to yell at my best friends, who treated me like I had just came to Earth from the Heavens above. They couldn't have been better friends, and I couldn't have been worse.

But just three weeks in Romania slammed me back on track. At first, I missed my old life terribly, and some nights I cried. But, when I went to my cousin's house, my friends' houses, and my grandparents' house, I realized... I couldn't have been happier there.

And then... something happened much more extraordinary than all the others. As I went to my grandparents' wedding, I met someone I will never forget: Mihaela, my aunt. I had no idea I had another aunt; I had met her before, but I had completely forgotten her.

We went to her house for a visit; we didn't stay very long and ended up taking a long walk in the park. I was so happy I had her; she was someone I could truly rely on. She listened to what I had to say, and then suggested answers that solved my problems. She was so patient with me and my sister, and told about when they had to be in the army at eighteen or nineteen. I shared all my embarrassing moments with her, and she shared hers with me. We got cotton candy and popcorn, and walked all around this really huge lake. I was so glad to be with her. And then...

... we had to go. She watched us leave, with a sad look in her eye. I had her email address, but it wasn't the same. We couldn't walk the park together until next time I went to Romania. I was going to miss her. And my grandfather. And Tina. And Paula. And Cocuta. And Romania.

I would miss that silly little elevator that barely fit one person in our apartment building. I was going to miss those loud, aggressive hound dogs that barked me to sleep in the night. I was going to miss that great, big, smelly church that always stood next to our building. Most of all, I was going to miss Romania.

Romania.

Romania.

ROMANIA...

Good night, Romania.

Work

2011-07-26T17:06:00.000-07:00

Man, what was the last time I actually wrote something here? I can't help it--I'm really busy. Just a few days ago, I was still in Quebec. And these days, I'm having sleepless nights. On one of them, I literally stayed up until 4:00 in the morning, waking up my parents and crying. Oh, well.

I can't wait until I go to Romania. I'll be able to see my grandparents from my mom's side, and my grandpa from my dad's. And hopefully, I'll sleep better.

And after we go to Romania, I wait a week and school starts! But not just any school--MIDDLE SCHOOL!!! You can imagine how nervous but excited I am. I mean, I have no idea what to expect. Are the teachers strict, do they give you detention right away, do they give you a hard time? I've heard from some kids in other schools that the teachers let you swear and even swear a little themselves. So then, are they careless? Are they hotheaded? I'll just have to wait and see.

But currently, I'm going to summer camp and that's what I have to focus on. The camp is called Monroe. It's a school about art. You usually have two art classes there per day--one with markers and sculptures and things like that, and clay. We also have Sports and Games there, but it's not as important.

So I have my work set for me. I'd better get to it!

--Bianca

Louisa May Alcott, a heroine

2011-06-08T18:15:00.000-07:00

I am Louisa May Alcott. I was born on November 29th, 1832. I died on March 6, 1888. At first, I wasn’t famous, although I tried to write many books. My first book was Flower Fables, and it was originally written for my friend, the daughter of Ralph Waldo Emerson. My next novel was called Moods, and it was about a girl named Sylvia, an abolitionist who was modeled on me. I tend to write about myself a lot.

My best-selling book, Little Women, tells the story of me and my sisters growing up in the Orchard House in Concord. It was my book editor who suggested that I should write it, and that it should be about my experience growing up. To my surprise, the book was a great success. And with the money I made selling the book, I paid off the dept that my father owed to our neighbor, Ralph Waldo Emerson, when we purchased the Orchard House.

In Little Women, Jo’s father goes off to fight in the Civil war, but he didn’t in real life. Instead, it was me who became a northern hospital nurse. That was where I wrote my book, Hospital Sketches, which was based on my letters sent home. But even though it was nicely received, it was Little Woman that made me really famous. In time, my fame grew and grew until I became one of the most well-known authors for young girls.

The viola rehearsal

2011-06-05T16:29:00.000-07:00

Study on Black and White

2011-05-01T09:27:00.001-07:00

Black Swans

2011-05-01T09:26:00.001-07:00

Easter Bunnies

2011-04-24T10:20:00.000-07:00

and a lamb

Peacocks

2011-04-24T10:19:00.001-07:00

Vasile Alecsandri - Sfarsitul Iernei

2011-03-23T09:59:00.000-07:00

(http://vassyle.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html)

Este una din poeziile care mi-au ramas in suflet si le-am tinut cu mine pe orisiunde am fost.

S-a dus zapada alba de pe intinsul tarii,
S-au dus zilele Babei si noptile vegherii.
Campia scoate aburi; pe umedul pamant
Se-ntind carari uscate de-al primaverii vant.

Lumina e mai calda si-n inima patrunde;
Prin rapi adanci zapada de soare se ascunde.
Paraiele umflate curg iute sopotind,
si mugurii pe creanga se vad imbobocind.

O, Doamne! iata-un flutur ce prin vazduh se perde!
In campul vested iata un fir de iarba verde
Pe care-ncet se urca un galbin gandacel,
si sub a lui povara il pleaca-ncetinel.

Un fir de iarba verde, o raza-ncalzitoare,
Un gandacel, un flutur, un clopotel in floare,
Dupa o iarna lunga s-un dor nemarginit,
Aprind un soare dulce in sufletul uimit!

Alecsandri, portret de Aman

Zice Alecsandri, Romanul caracterizeaza sub forme poetice sau glumete toate variatiile timpului. Astfel, ii place a numi zilele Babei, zilele cele dentai ale lunei mart (giboulées de Mars), pretinzand ca ele sunt nesuferite, ca o baba care se cearta necontenit, si plange, se boceste si nu lasa pe nime in pace. insa adevarata denumire de zilele Babei e bazata pe sarbatoarea Dochiei (baba Dochia), ce cade la inceputul lui mart. Acele zile sunt urmate de zilele cocostarcului, a mieilor, a ciocarliei, a randunelelor etc., care prevestesc reintoarcerea in tara a paserilor pribegite de cu toamna si epoha nasterii mieilor.

Eminescu - Somnoroase Pasarele - Drowsy Birds

2011-03-22T02:34:00.001-07:00

English Translation by Corneliu M. Popescu
(video by Lonely Moon Rise)

Somnoroase pasarele
Pe la cuiburi se aduna,
Se ascund prin ramurele -
Noapte buna!

(http://www.direzionedidattica3circolosanremo.it/comenius/romania/romania_4.htm)

Doar izvoarele suspina,
Pe cand codrul negru tace;
Dorm si florile-n gradina -
Dormi in pace!

(https://ironicblonde.wordpress.com/category/ganduri/)

Trece lebada pe ape
Intre trestii sa se culce -
Fie-ti ingerii aproape,
Somnul dulce!

(http://www.zeus9host.com/muzeu/s5.html)

Peste-a noptii feerie
Se ridica mandra luna,
Totu-i vis si armonie -
Noapte buna!

(http://luminalumii.forum-gratuit.ro/t179-modestele-mele-desene)

2010-10-15T19:57:00.000-07:00

Bianca and the Blue Man

2010-08-29T16:56:00.001-07:00

Puppies

2010-08-21T14:15:00.000-07:00

hi serban

2010-08-18T16:28:00.000-07:00

i saw bosco, serban, and hes cute im rushing because i want to send this to you bye!

2010-08-15T11:38:00.000-07:00

Sports Day

2010-08-01T10:09:00.000-07:00

Being Daria

2010-07-31T10:41:00.001-07:00

Dear Pierre

2010-07-20T10:04:00.000-07:00

Dear Pierre,

thanks so much for the books. They're SO COOL! :) If you don't know what I'm talking about, I guess it's my fault, so I'll give you the explanation. A few days ago, someone sent me three books that are,

Imagine a Day

Imagine a Night

Imagine a Place

I think it was you so that's why I'm thanking you.

From,
BIANCA RADULESCU-BANU

THANKS!

But Daddy...

2010-06-28T16:28:00.000-07:00

But Daddy!
I can't do my
homework
without you!
It's just TOO HARD!

Daddy, you've
got to
understand
I'm in 5th
grade now
and homework
is 1,000 times
harder than
123 to the
power of
1,234. It's
got me beat!

If I try
to do this
on my own
without you
I'll fall asleep
with
my head
on the
table. Then
the next day
my teacher
will think
I'm the
dumbest
kid in the
whole class...

And she'll
call you
and say,
" Your
daughter
is as DUMB
AS ALGAE!"
And I'll feel
so ashamed
I'll cry into
your bed.

So you see,
Daddy, why
you should
stop helping
Daria with her
easy 2nd grade
homework
and start
helping me
with my
reallyreally-
reallyreally-
really hardcore
5th grade
homework?
You see?

Wait a
second.
What do
you mean,
this is Mom's
test she was
supposed to
take in
college?
Well, that
explains
it!

Summer

2010-05-07T14:26:00.000-07:00

So hot you think your skin
could melt off by accident..
and I'm not kidding!

My skin sweats an
enormous amount, so
much that if you put
it all in a pitcher,
and you'd drink all of it,
you would have drank
TEN THOUSAND TONS!!

School

2010-05-07T14:16:00.000-07:00

School is going great, even awesome. I did all my homework, and it's a Friday. TOMORROW I"LL HAVE ROMANIAN SCHOOL INSTEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I'M SO EXCITED!
Eeh? YAY! EEK!

Bianca

It's a Beautiful Day

2010-05-06T12:56:00.000-07:00

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!
It's a beautiful day,
It's a beautiful day.
Oh, ohhhhhhhhhh!
A lot of people
in my house today,
here's my friend-
"Here's my friend!"
Here's my other friend-
"Here's my other friend!"
-and together we
have a happy life!!!
Ife, ife, ife, ife!
Ife, ife, ife, ife!
And we play all day
in the yellow sand!
And, and, and, and,
And, and, and, and!
We love to play...
HOORAYYYY!!

Bianca RB
:)

Dear Pierre and Serban

2010-05-06T12:24:00.000-07:00

Dear Pierre and Serban, I got into a routine on Thursday. Here it is:
Go to school 8:30
Go to town center on bus 1:00
Eat pizza at Upper Crust 1:30
Eat ice cream at Ranc's 2:15
Go home 3:00

So that's kind of it. It's 3:52 at a Thursday, and I'm looking forward to tonight, because we're gonna go swimming. YAY!
Love,
Bianca!!

To Everyone Who's Reading This

2010-05-05T16:23:00.000-07:00

Hello, everybody! Sorry I didn't write on my blog for so long. We're gonna see poems I made to make up fr my absence.

Flower
I peer at a flower, al-
most ready to blossom.
Pink, and red, all mix-
ed together. Six petals,
and smells like angels
having a bath...
not ready to
wilt...
I
p-
eer
at
a
flower, almost ready
to blossom...............

If you noticed, it's in the shape of a rose. We'll see you next time on...

HELLO EVERYBODY!

Spring

2010-02-05T13:42:00.000-08:00

I see
Flowers blooming
Everywhere,
A rose
A daisy
You name it.
It's the sight
Of spring.

I smell
That smell
Of nature-
That smell
Of bugs
And plants
And
Everything
Else.
It's the smell
Of spring.

I hear
The sound
Of birds
Chirping-
That low
Buzzing
Sound-
Coming from
A flower.
It's the sweet sound
Of spring.

I touch
The flower
Blooming
And it feels-
Like an
Angel's wing
Like a
Devil's horn
Like the
Finest silk
Like the
Dirtiest rag

Like a flower
Like a flower...
You can feel it
Only in the sweet
......Spring......

I taste the grape
The sweet grape
Freshly picked
From Daddy's garden
And it tastes
Like a flower
Mixed in
With dirt
Like a rose
Mixed in
With soil
Like all the
Good things
Mixed in with
The bad
The taste of
Spring

I love the spring.
I love the spring.
......I love the spring......

Melody

2010-02-05T13:37:00.000-08:00

Hello. My name's Melody. I was born on March 17, YAY ME.

Bianca’s autobiography

2009-11-30T17:57:00.000-08:00

Hello. I’m Bianca Radulescu-Banu. I was born in Concord, at Emerson Hospital. My dad took one look at me and said, “Let’s call her Bianca.”. Was he talking about me?

In that room I felt real cold so I cried out, “It’s cold in here! Is there anything that can keep me warm?” But it came out as, “Whaaaa!”

I gasped at my own voice. I saw on the wall a piece of paper. It said, “July 5th, 2000”. But I didn’t care. I was cold. I was as cold as a girl who didn’t have a jacket on, and who was outside while there was a blizzard.

I made some more sounds. “Gurgle! Whaaa! Snuffle!”

There were moving, fuzzy things in the room. Most of them were white and near the top, they were orange.

A woman took a step toward me.

“Help!” I yelled loudly, but it came out as “Hhhhmmmlp!”

The same woman took me in her arms. “Let go of me!” I demanded, but sure enough, what I heard was “Whaaaa!”

She and my dad took me toward a big blue thing that was bigger than the woman and the man. I later learned it was called a car. To my astonishment, they could actually open it and actually GET INSIDE. They put me on a black thing and tied me up. I felt like I was a prisoner who was captured by the best army in the world. Oh, how I missed my REAL home - the round thing I was kept in!

Later I learned that my name was Bianca and those people were my parents and I was to call them mom and dad. I also learned how to talk when I was about two. But not English! I learned how to speak Romanian. And I also learned the black thing was called a “car seat”, and that I had to sit in it for my protection.

A few years later, when I was two or three I could ALMOST take steps, but I wanted to hold someone’s hand. I was too scared to do it by myself. I was afraid I’d fall down. My mom would say, “Try to, at least. Please!” And I’d say, “NO!”.

So one day, I wanted to practice walking, but there was no one to hold my hand. So I took the telephone, holding onto it, and I thought, “I’m so glad you’re holding my hand, telephone, because if you wouldn’t, I’d be falling down immediately!”.

Just then, Mom and Dad came in and looked at me. There were only a few seconds until they burst out laughing. “Our daughter, Bianca, has learned to walk because of a simple telephone!” my mom chuckled. “NO!” I yelled. “I’m holding… gurgle… hand!” That’s how I started to walk.

When I was about three years old, my parents and I went on a trip to Thailand. It felt so hot there I was sure I’d die of a sunburn. But I didn’t, thank God.

When I got to my room, I was determined to do something and to do it at night. So when it was my bedtime, I got hold of a crayon and drew all over my bed covers quietly.

In the morning, mom and dad had to pay for that. They were so mad! Luckily, I managed to say for the first time in my life, “Accident!” I was so ashamed and my face was so red that people could have thought I’d put myself on fire.

The next day my mom saw an elephant. The hotel had elephant rides. My mom was so excited, she went on one right away. But she didn’t go alone…

My mom clutched me close as she slowly walked towards the elephant. I wasn’t about to get dropped off a huge animal like this. Did I mention I can yell and yell good?

“NO!” I screamed as mom held me as tight as she could. “GREY THING BAD!” I yelled as loud as I could at the top of my lungs.

Mom whispered to me, “Please be quiet!” “NO, NO, NO!” I was about to burst into tears. Why was she doing this?

When finally the torture ride of terror was over, I was in such a fret that I couldn’t move or talk! I could only stare at my mom with a look that was supposed to say “NEVER try to do that again!”. But mom must have thought it as, “I’m about to faint, so I might as well take a nap” because she put me to bed early.

When I was old enough to learn to swim mom took me to swimming lessons. I didn’t want to get in the water so of course I’ve yelled “NO!”. My mom looked at me with pleading eyes as she sat down in a chair to watch me. I sighed, looked at the water, bent over, and touched it. “Brrrr!” I tumbled backward in shock. This would make the gray thing look like one of my teddy bears, I thought. I don’t want to go into something that can freeze you to death. I ran back to my mom and hugged her. This time, I did start to cry. I cried so loud people could have thought I had broken a bone. My mom kissed me, and when I looked back at the pool, this time I wasn’t scared. I had mom’s kisses to protect me! “Yes”, I whispered. And I jumped in.

That winter my dad took me to learn skiing. I was dazed, because everyone in my family wanted me to do something different. I felt a tingling down my spine, and I shivered. I remembered this feeling from my birth day. I hated having it back. “I’m cold”, I told my dad. My dad kept encouraging me to meet the teacher, and I have to tell you, God made me shy. I shook my head so hard I was afraid it would fall off. There was no way I would freeze to death! “NO WAY. TOO COLD!”, I told my dad. “I didn’t come here for nothing. Now GO SKI!” my dad answered. I finally got brave enough to march into the fallen snow and say loudly, “I am Bianca”. The teacher looked at me, then walked off. I followed him, and we started the ski lessons. “HAPPY ENDING”, I said happily.

A few months later, in spring, my dad took me to a zoo for the first time. I was almost five, so I didn’t know what ZOOs were. My dad told me, “ZOOs are places full of animals in cages, like an elephant or a lion.

“There are people in those ZOOs called “ZOO-keepers”, and their job is to take care of the animals.”.

I asked my dad, “Can I have a lion or an elephant for a pet?”. Suddenly, dad was very interested in driving there.

When we got there, I jumped out of the car and into dad’s arms and he carried me there. My dad is a tall man who has black hair and he is very funny. His name is Andrei and despite that, he can be very strict.

In the first cage there was a lion and he didn’t look very friendly. In fact, he threw back his head and roared. I ran back and only stopped when I was behind my father. Dad understood and carried me on. The next cage was tall and long and wide. Inside was a gray thing, and very big. I remembered what it looked like since I’d seen it when I was three.

“Gray thing”, I said in disgust.

I asked Dad, “Is this one going to be mean too?”. My dad told me it might, but it won’t EAT me because it only eats grass. When we finally went home, I was thankful, because I thought I was never going to come back out.

And several months later, when I turned six and a half, I was in first grade and Dad presented me with a gift. I have to tell you, when I was teeny-tiny like that, I wasn’t very thankful for Daddy’s gifts.

“Bianca, I made you your very own Blog!” The sound “blog” seemed exciting, like it was my birthday again. So I acted excited, as if I just got a dog. “Daddy, oh my god, I’ve always wanted a blug!” I shouted, getting the word wrong. “It’s blog. You obviously don’t know what it is. It’s something you write your stories in. Only there’s one special thing about it: you got to do this on the COMPUTER!”. NOW I was excited, and I have the blog to this day.

That next summer, when I was eight, my mom, my dad, my sister and I went to… “Florida!” My sister yelled again and again. I’d become a big fan of books and school and hated it when I had to miss some of it.

One week later, here we were in Florida, resting our brains off, when I suddenly said, “I REALLY, and I mean REALLY, want to go swimming with the dolphins. I mean I never really did that. So on this vacation, can I PLEASE go?” So the next day, I woke up at 6:00 AM to go to Discovery Cove, where you could swim with the dolphins. We had breakfast there and lunch there… and dinner! We had a blast at Discovery Cove, where we went snorkeling, swimming (with dolphins) and eating.

That same summer, we went to Spain too… Wait! It WASN’T in summer… it was in the middle of a school year!

At the airport it was as noisy as a baseball stadium. So earsplitting that I couldn’t hear myself speak.

Mom took off to find the airplane. I followed closely behind. Daria held my hand so she wouldn’t get lost. Daddy walked next to Mom.

“Not so fast!” I yelled. “I can’t keep up!”

“We can’t miss that plane!” Mom yelled back. I bet that day she ran as fast as a cheetah.
We went to three different parts of Spain:

a) A town with trees that had oranges in them (I forget its name),

b) A town that rained a lot called Granada,

c) A town by the shore that had FANTASTIC bread! At the last town there were these sports thingies where you can have REAL FUN! There was also bungee-jumping and I LOVE bungee-jumping because it makes you feel as free as an American Robin, flying wherever it wants to. I had to go bungee-jumping. So I did. “Whoo-hoo! Wow!” I was jumping up and down. I was pumping my fists in the air as much as I could while I was holding my ropes. I felt the wind in my face, and the sun on my cheeks. I never felt so free.

Back at home, a few days later, on a Saturday, I went to Romanian school. It was break time, and we were playing “Fishy, Fishy, Cross the Ocean”. The mistake was: I was wearing crocs.
Cristian was the shark. He is a Romanian boy, bit chubby, who has blond hair and eyes the color of the shining sea. He grins most of the time and he is very talented when it comes to school.
I ran so fast I couldn’t stop and the next thing I knew- BAM! - I had run straight into a brick wall. Tears ran down my face faster than the time mom ran to the plane top-speed.
I was crying so hard that the ballerina’s dress was all the way up. The ballerina’s dress is a way to describe how hard someone’s crying. The harder they’re crying, the higher the dress goes.
And I had to go to the hospital because my eye didn’t look so good. It was swollen. And I had a bump on my forehead that never fully healed. Well, as mom says, nobody is perfect….

A few weeks later Mom signed me up for karate. That turned out to be a big mistake, but there was no warning.

My teacher was Mr Alan, and he was very funny, just like my dad.

He was like my dad in different ways: he was tall, he could also be very strict, and he wore glasses (I’m not saying my dad wears glasses ALL the time, it‘s when he drives that he needs glasses.). But most important of all, he liked me. Later I felt I should quit karate, but Mom would never allow it. So I kept doing it.

A few days later, I wanted to learn to ride a two-wheeler, so Dad offered to help.

All right, I know it was a shock, but I didn’t know how to ride a two-wheeler. So I wanted to learn.

Daddy took the training wheels off my bike, and then said “You try to push off, and I’ll hold you”. And so there I was biking with Dad holding me - wait, he wasn’t holding me! I screamed. No - I screeched like a monkey until I finally fell. “Help!” I cried louder than the loudest sound on Earth.

Even thought that fall lasted only two seconds, I felt like it took one hour. When it was finally over, Daddy told me “It’s okay. You’ll get the hang of it.” And later, I did. But that doesn’t keep me from hating biking!

On a July morning, I woke up to find it was my birthday! I leaped out of my bed, and ran down the stairs so fast I hardly touched them. I did all that with a grin on my face so wide you could stick a basketball in my mouth.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Daria, Mom, Dad and Grandpa called (Grandma wasn’t awake yet). I gave them a look that said “I can’t believe I’m nine years old!”

My mom had bought a cake, and some people bought me presents. I was jumping up and down like a kangaroo, and Grandma was smiling. I couldn’t believe it was my birthday and I was nine.
Later that day after dinner, mom brought out the cake. Chocolate- my favorite flavor. It’s the ONLY kind of cake I like.

The presents weren’t very exciting- compared to my 6th birthday, they were nothing. At least one good thing came from my birthday: I was nine years old!

A few months later, I didn’t want to start the day. I knew I was going to a wedding, and weddings were boring!

I finally got out of bed to slowly wash my teeth. And after that, I ate my breakfast. I wanted to do everything slowly to not go to that wedding. It was going to be very cold outside- and that would be where the wedding was! I groaned. I would probably freeze to death today, because I didn’t like to move when I was cold!

And so of course I had to get ready anyway. Mom picked out my “Mamma Mia” dress to go there (I call it like that because I wore it to the “Mamma Mia!” the Musical first). At least I loved my dress. “Mom, can you help me do my buttons?” I called.

Mom was born in Romania just like my dad and she is short for her age. She has golden-brown hair just like her two daughters and eyes like sparkling stars. “I don’t want to go!” I moaned.

“You have to”, Mom argued.

“No!” I was as stubborn as a toddler who wanted to have its way, but in the end I had to surrender.

To tell you the truth, it wasn’t that bad. There were times when I was bored, but it was the most exciting one yet, even though the wedding was outside and I was as cold as when I was born.
Otherwise I felt fine. They gave my sister and I presents, and one of them was very tasty.
It was okay; the only things I didn’t like were when I was very cold and the jazz music. I don’t like jazz, I don’t know why. I just absolutely dislike it. That’s all.
After the wedding, in the car, I almost fell asleep. I was so tired. But Daria was feeling silly, and when she feels silly, she wants to sing, and to sing loud. This time she sang as loud as three hundred motorcycles, getting ready to take off. I wanted to yell at her to zip her mouth and keep it zipped, but she sang louder. “LA, LA, LA, DI, DA, DA!”

A few months later, when I was nine years old and half, I went to Italy. It was SO beautiful there!

I went to six towns (or cities) and one of them was Venice. It was awesome and beautiful there: canals everywhere, like small rivers connected into one, and tall houses, some like seven stories high. And for the grand finale: ABSOLUTELY NO CARS!

The one city I liked best was Rome. I learned a lot of things there: about the buildings such as the Great Colosseum, about emperors, and about Romulus and Remus. I couldn’t believe emperor Nero could be THAT crazy! He murdered too many people in his life; one of them was his mother!

Well, that's it. An auto-biography of my life. A few days later, I am writing these words. I am 9 and a half with a family just like in the past: always wanting me to do new things, telling me to never give up, and most importantly: always loving me. Bye!

Samantha Greenwood

2009-11-11T06:21:00.000-08:00

Chapter 1

Meet Samantha

Samantha woke up to the sound of her older sister's snore. Maddy was exhausted because she had a sleepover last night. She had to be driven home because she got homesick.
Samantha was 5 years old and her sister was 9. She also had a little brother called Danny and he was 2.

Check it out! Lots of fun, games, and a paragraph to read

2009-10-25T18:06:00.000-07:00

Pierre

2009-08-02T12:46:00.000-07:00

Hey, it's Bianca, Pierre!!!!!! How ya doin'?

Do you like it?

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Read that!!!!
qwert!
Oh, would ya stop, Stooj?

-BIANCA
RADULESCU-BANU!

Silly Willy

2009-06-19T13:49:00.000-07:00

We met our silly Willy
And he was silly
He was a pet
Like one I had never met.

I took him home one time
And I met his daughter
Who was a baby lime
She once fought a lobster.

I met his brother
Who had his own house
Who did not have a mother
Who had a pet mouse.

Oh, he was silly
Oh, he was Willy
And he was a dog
Who was a big hog.

Once, Willy looked at me
And hopped right on a little tree.
Then he forced me on
So I was gone.

And who am I?
I'm very high
Up in the sky
That's where to I flied................

I am a Frog

2009-06-12T17:08:00.000-07:00

I am a Frog
Hop, hop hop
I hopped right in a little shop.
I found a dog.
But not a frog.
I wanted a little friend.

Then I went into a house
And found a teeny little mouse.
Not a dog
Or a frog.

"Hey, a pond! I want a swim!"
And I went in.
And guess who I met...
A Frog!
Not a hog or a dog
But a lady frog!

Scrisoare de la Niki

2009-06-11T14:35:00.000-07:00

Nu am terminat de raspuns,am lasat sa se descarce pozele si am plecat uitand de calculator si la terminare s-au trimis singure !
Noi ne-am pregatit ca veniti si anul asta ! Am reparat scarile care se stricasera din cauza sarii pe care o imprastiam iarna sa nu alunecam si pe care tu le-ai pozat asa stricate ! Ti-am trimis poze sa vezi cum arata acum !
Ieri a implinit Danny-Andrei 7 ani si au fost la noi sa sarbatoreasca. Anul asta merge la scoala ! O sa fie ghiozdanul mai mare decat el ! Vamai trimit si o poza de la serbarea de absolvire a gradinitei cu el in costum national !
Va rugam sa ne mai scrieti,sa nu uitati .
Va imbratisam si va sarutam pe toti.
GETA si Niki

Mommy cucurigu!

2009-06-07T13:55:00.001-07:00

Mommy swinging in the tree

2009-06-07T13:53:00.001-07:00

Qwert

2009-05-31T16:14:00.000-07:00

SNEAK PEEK

I just made up the word"qwert". I just pushed the first five letters on the keyboard."Q", "W", "E",
"R", and "T". This story is about a funny little dinosaur who was found in space. The only sound it made sounded sort of like a "qwert". So that's what they named him. Qwert....

FOUND IN SPACE

"Qwert," went a little thing. It was in the shape of a oval.

Danny, Mihai si Gabi, asezati in leagan la Vaslui

2009-05-29T14:25:00.000-07:00

Hey,Read This!(Also can be called,''Another N ote for Pierre!")

2009-05-28T17:17:00.000-07:00

Dear Pierre,
first of all, I got your comment. Thanks! Second of all, we might have a little prob. with commas. They keep turning into periods. But only in the title. Sorry about that !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That's all I wanted to say. How 'ya doin'?

-Bianca R-B
P.S. I.........MISS.............YOU!
P.P.S.Here is a picture of me biggest toenail(I know that's
disgusting!!!):

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I know it's not me best picture..........

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Blah,Blah,Let's Just Get On With Whatever It Is I'm Making!!!!!!!!

2009-05-25T16:43:00.000-07:00

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THAT'S A LONG NUMBER....................

A Card For Pierre Radulescu-banu

2009-05-25T15:22:00.000-07:00

Dear Pierre,
Thanks for letting us stay at your house, I enjoyed it!!! Remember that stupid(I know it's not nice saying "stupid", but it won't be nice leaving it out, either) picture of you? Yeah, I know!
Remember the Zoo? The thing I loved best was the Giant Pandas. Now you're going to see a picture of their teeth:

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Ta-daaaaaaaaa!!!! Pointy, eh? I made them as pointy as I could. Surprised????? You're just going to see something out of the blue with the next thing......:

1,2,3,4,5,6,7.....
red,orange,yellow,green,blue,indigo,violet.....

Ha,ha!!! Now watch me count to 100!:

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,
11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20,
21,22,23,24,25,26,27,28,29,30,
31,32,33,34,35,36,37,38,39,40,
41,42,43,44,45,46,47,48,49,50,
51,52,53,54,55,56,57,58,59,60,
61,62,63,64,65,66,67,68,69,70,
71,72,73,74,75,76,77,78,79,80,
81,82,83,84,85,86,87,88,89,90,
91,92,93,94,95,96,97,98,99,100!!!

Yayyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I did it!Moooooooo!.................................................................
.......................................ooo-oooo-oopsss-sss-ssss...........Help, I can't stop laughing!!!......
.................(10 minutes later)
Okay!! Sorry for that small inturuption....I'm sure it won't happen again................
How are you? I'm feeling sorta silly today..........(Monday, May 24th is today).........

-Bianca R-B

P.S. Write back and write the date, please!!

P.P.S. Do you visit my blog every night!?

Trei incercari nereusite de a fotografia un urs Panda

2009-05-23T20:35:00.000-07:00

Zoo in DC: Just a Zebra

2009-05-23T20:30:00.000-07:00

Bianca in Gradina de Sculpturi dela Washington

2009-05-23T05:48:00.000-07:00

Mami si Tati in Gradina de Sculpturi dela Washington

2009-05-23T05:46:00.000-07:00

Twitches

2009-02-26T16:42:00.000-08:00

Bianca at 3, 9, 18 and 72 years old

2009-02-26T16:35:00.000-08:00

The Princess of Waters

2009-02-12T09:30:00.000-08:00

Angela, when she was born, didn't like milk. The only thing she drank was water. Her mother, Pastella Tone, worried about her. "Babies don't drink water," she told her husband, Frank. "They drink milk." When Angela was 2 years old, Mrs. Tone finally had a talk with her. "You should try apple juice. It's really good! Mmmmmmm!" She even mixed water with apple juice. But Angela, in a few hours, threw it up. "That's the most disgusting thing I've ever had!" she cried. Mrs. Tone now understood. She had been dealing with the Princess of Waters.

The black cat

2009-01-19T16:33:00.000-08:00

Jacob was done doing his homework. His friend, Shanine, who was really smart, had been helping him. Some people called her Shan. She helped with ten times eleven.''110,''she had
said immediately. No wonder her last name was Smarts. Jakob was happy to have a friend like her.
One day, Jakob's mother, Mrs. Sweet, told Jakob that Shanine couldn't help him on his homework.
"Why?"
"Because.......she's gone..........."

Sanius

2008-12-30T09:51:00.000-08:00

Christmas Party at Lexington

2008-12-30T09:48:00.000-08:00

2008-12-24T11:55:00.000-08:00

Starting School??...........

2008-12-04T17:35:00.000-08:00

Scribble.........scribble. Nathan was drawing a umbrella while his younger sister, Suzie practiced
cartwheels.''Look............this one is the best one yet,'' she panted. Nathan was 5 years old. He was starting kindergarten.

Old School Chapter Meeting

2008-11-11T14:49:00.000-08:00

Maria Hastings School in Lexington, MA - The Old School Meeting

2008-11-11T07:06:00.000-08:00

Robert's day at school

2008-09-26T18:28:00.000-07:00

Robert woke up. It was his first day at school. He was in kindergarten, 5 years old.

Robert used to say he would hate school once he was in it, but Mom didn't think so. Just then she came through his door. "Time for school, Robert!", she said. "Get dressed!" Robert very slowly climbed down from bed. He was nervous for his first day of school. Preschool was enough.

"I don't want to go to school", he whispered. "Aw, Robert, there's nothing to worry about. just don't keep Miss Fair waiting. You'll be fine." Robert slowly got dressed.

As soon as Robert got dressed, he went to the kitchen.His ten-year-old sister Margaret was there and his eight-year-old brother was there. Also his baby sister was there. Daisy was one month and three days, six hours, twelve minutes old. Robert's brother was named Marvin. His father had left for work already.

A sword

2008-07-05T15:55:00.000-07:00

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Book recommendation

2008-06-05T16:31:00.000-07:00

Do you like funny and adventure chapter books? Do you like fairies? Do you like it when bad guys are in chapter books?

Then I think you should read Crystal the Snow Fairy!!! It's all about fairies and adventure. It makes me laugh. It is all about Fairyland. It is home to the seven Weather Fairies. Crystal the Snow fairy is one of them. When the evil Jack Frost does something really bad, Crystal has to do something really fast! But what does she do?

Find out when you read this book!

An appreciation card from Bianca's classmates

2008-06-03T16:48:00.000-07:00

Papagalii din Alexandria

2008-05-09T15:23:00.001-07:00

Caluseii dela Glenn Echo

2008-05-06T13:40:00.001-07:00

The bunny and the wolf

2008-04-30T15:51:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time, there lived a bunny. He didn't have friends. And along came a butterfly, and the butterfly said: "You don't have any friends?" The butterfly continued: "Ha, Ha, Ha! He, He, He!"

Then the bunny saw a wolf. "So", the wolf said, "you don't have friends?" "No", the bunny said, "I don't". "How about we become friends?" "Sure", said the bunny.

The butterfly flew away. He was too scared to stay when Bunny came to Wolf's house. He never ever came back out. CAN YOU GUESS WHY?..........

Oooh!

The snowman

2008-04-30T15:46:00.000-07:00

The day before yesterday was a perfect day to make a snowman. I did.

First, I made a little snowball. Then I rolled it till it was too heavy to roll. Then I made the tummy. My dad had to help put the middle on.

Then I made the head. It was the easiest part.

I never took a break.

Now it was time to put on the eyes, the nose and the mouth. I put on the hat, the eyes, the nose, the mouth and the buttons.

My grandma gave me a stick and I found another one.

It started snowing. My mom called my name. It was time to go inside. Just in time.

I ran inside. I got ready for bed. When I was, I went in bed.
But then I got out. I wanted to see my snowman. And I did.There it was.
My snowman.

Dear Mary Pope Osborne

2008-04-29T16:13:00.000-07:00

When I first started reading your books, I felt like I was in a world of wonder. I could not stop myself from reading them. I like "Stage Fright on a Summer Night" best. I want to ask you some questions from that book:

1. How did Will make Jack more calm?

2. Could Annie really talk to the bear?

3. How big was the bear?

I hope you can answer the questions!

Love, Bianca.

The sword

2008-04-28T16:27:00.000-07:00

On a small island there lived a girl named Marrabell. She had no family and no pets. She only
had a sword.

And obviously, a house. The sword was a magic sword. It brought Marrabell hope.

Hello. My name is Bianca.

2008-04-28T16:10:00.000-07:00

Hello. My name is Bianca. I am big sister to a girl named Daria. I live in Lexington. My last name is so big. I don't have a middle one. Oh well, my last name is Radulescu-Banu. It's a little hard to say. I am seven years old. I am in second grade.

Bianca and Daria are Playing Hockey

2008-04-06T07:53:00.000-07:00

The Gymnastics Lesson of Daria

2008-04-06T07:44:00.000-07:00

Rose #1story

2008-02-13T15:41:00.001-08:00

Once upon a time, there lived a princess named Rose. Rose was about to be queen. Her mother was too old to speak. In Rose's time, there were no medicines. Doctors never herd of them. If someone got sick-like Rose's mother- they couldn't handle the sickness!

Rose looked worried.She didn't know how to rule the kingdom. If her mother died, she would become the new queen. Rose never got taught to be queen.She hoped her mother would not die.Besides, she loved her mother! But bad news! The next day, her mother........................................DIED!!!! Rose was so scared...................and sad! After she did, Rose's royal footmen buried her mom.She was free to wander away then OUT OF THE PALACE! Rose was so surprised! But when she was almost stepping out, then, there,BANDITS!!!She was captered !But then, her father,the king, saw them!THE BANDITS GOT ROSE!The king fought for his Rose! And he won. THE END!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Apare si Costin

2008-01-12T11:37:00.000-08:00

Toate patru fetitele

2008-01-12T11:29:00.000-08:00

Dansul Clovnului

2008-01-12T11:22:00.000-08:00

The invisible Jack in the Box

2007-12-25T18:28:00.000-08:00

Please, read this story!
for: Mom!
from: Bianca!

Once upon a time, there lived a "Jack in the Box". That jack in the Box didn't have a family. He couldn't be seen. He was invisible. If he touched a flower, it went invisible like him.

He liked being invisible. He was a villain. Every time he saw someone, he would push him, so he became invisible too. But then, they could not see each other at all. Soon, every one was invisible. They all bumped into each other.

So, Jack in the Box went to Merlin. He was a magician. Jack in the Box said to Merlin: "I would like to be uninvisible again !!! Please!!!" But the problem was that Merlin could not see him. So he had to be invisible forever.

The end.

Scufita Rosie

2007-12-05T10:08:00.000-08:00

Film cu Scufita Rosie realizat la Praga in 1920 - regizor Svatopluk Innemann

Cum Daria parea interesata de povestea cu Scufita Rosie m-am gandit sa va fac cadou si tie, Bianca, si Dariei, acest film de 38 secunde.

Alt film cu Scufita Rosie, de data aceasta de desene animate: regizor Zdenek Miller (1948)

Si aici este Alba ca Zapada si Cei Sapte Pitici (1933); regizor Oldřich Kmínek

Un bunic

2007-11-17T09:24:00.001-08:00

The kid that always said 'yes'

2007-11-16T17:28:00.000-08:00

Once upon a time, there lived a kid that always said 'yes'. Even when he wanted to say no. That's why he was named ........? Yes! Weird name. I know.

His brother always laughed at him because of that. His grandpa and mom and dad laughed at him. Only his grandma didn't laugh at him.

He didn't have many friends at all. Only three (3). Their names were Alex, Dadia and No.

One day, Yes discovered a nest. No came over to see it. It was on the ground.

"Dadia, come here! Yes found a nest! It has four eggs in it", No said.

"Can we keep it, dad? One for each of us?", asked Dadia.

Soon, the eggs hatched and everybody had everyone for pets. Dadia named hers Red because it was the color red. Alex named his Blue because of the same reason. And No and Yes picked color names, too, for the same reason.

After the pets died, Yes and No grew up. They married each other.

The End.

Doua fetite foarte cuminti

2007-11-07T08:18:00.001-08:00

Bianca si Daria - din nou

2007-11-07T08:08:00.001-08:00

Daria pe canapea

2007-11-07T07:56:00.000-08:00

Mami, Tati, Bianca, Daria

2007-11-07T07:54:00.000-08:00

Bianca intr-un dans japonez

2007-11-07T07:51:00.001-08:00

Bianca o imbratiseaza pe Daria

2007-11-07T07:49:00.000-08:00

Bianca si Daria sub masa

2007-11-07T06:50:00.000-08:00

Video cu Cristina, Bianca, Daria

2007-11-06T20:45:00.000-08:00

La Multi Ani

2007-11-06T20:35:00.000-08:00

Video cu Bianca si Daria

2007-10-16T17:39:00.000-07:00

Am incercat sa fac un video in care sa plimb camera fotografica peste desenele facute de Bianca si Daria si apoi peste o poza in care ele sunt amandoua. Am folosit ca fond muzical o lucrare de John Cage: Studies for Toy Piano.

Probabil ca muzica este prea tare - si desigur ca trebuia sa aranjez iluminarea camerei - ca sa nu se vada tot timpul umbra mainii mele si a camerei fotografice.

Insa mi-am zis sa pun pe blog deocamdata ceea ce am resuit - probabil ca peste mai multa vreme voi putea sa produc un video mai bun.

Papagalii din Alexandria

2007-10-15T13:53:00.000-07:00

Porneste acest video si o sa ii auzi pe papagali, iar la sfarsit o sa ma auzi si pe mine.

I am a penguin!

2007-09-18T17:42:00.000-07:00

There was a penguin named Feathers. He had a little sister named Pebbles.
"Once I ate a pebble", said Feathers. "And I had to go to the hospital". "Me too!", said his little sister, Pebbles. "No, Pebbles", said Feathers. "Dear, you're late for school!", said mom.
Oh, no! Said Feathers. He ran outside. There was the school-penguin-bus. Feathers was just in time. But there was no driver! Feathers was scared. Just then, he heard a voice. This was no school-penguin-bus. It was a truck!

It was a good thing mom noticed. But just then, a stranger appeared. THE VILLAIN IS IN ANTARCTICA! Mom said. He had caught her. He took Feathers' mom to a zoo. The ones that owned the zoo said that they did not need another mom pinguin.
So the villain planned to kill the poor penguin. Feathers had to do something! He swam to America. He got on land. He saw the villain's home. He rescued his mom from the villain. And they all lived hapilly ever after!

Fishes!

2007-09-13T09:55:00.000-07:00

I love fish! I used to have a fish for a pet. But it died. His name was Sam. He was the color blue.

I love writing!

2007-09-11T17:32:00.000-07:00

Let me tell you a little about myself. I live with my mom, my dad, my sister, grandma and grandpa. We are six people. I live in a little yellow house. It's not too tall. I have a yard with 2 trees in the front.

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LOVE, BIANCA!

My memories

2007-09-10T16:50:00.000-07:00

Some of my memories are:
#1: When I was a little girl, I remember that I splashed in a little pool. I loved that! I think I was 3 years old. I was alone - all alone. I was outside when that happened. I love water!!!
#2: I was born in 2000, so like Right Now, I am 7 years old. And Right Now, it is : 2007!!!
#3: When I was 6 years old, I was on a airplane, I met a boy named: Peter.
#4: A little time before, I began to have lice. So I had to get a haircut. At first I liked it. Then I began to panic all because I thought the people would think that I was a boy.

September/11/07

In gradina

2007-08-05T07:36:00.000-07:00

Kenneth Noland, In gradina. Fetita din mijloc, marcata cu un X. O fi Alice, explorand delicat o gradina unde miracole sunt la tot pasul? O fi Bianca? Ori Daria?

Desene facute la Vaslui

2007-07-24T14:07:00.000-07:00

La Niki la Vaslui

2007-07-21T07:33:00.000-07:00

In excursia noastra la Vaslui din primavara, am facut sute de poze... Va arat doar citeva, o selectie cu cele mai reusite.

Cei doi nazdravani, Danny si Gabi, sint nepotii lui Niki. Asadar, verisori cu Bianca si Daria... Si s-au jucat de minune impreuna cind s-au vazut. In poza urmatoare, Danny.

Dar sa il las pe Niki sa povesteasca ultima peripetie a lui Danny, aflata acum citeva zile:

[Niki: ] Ma intrebati in scrisoarea anterioara ce mai fac nazdravanii mei. Nazdravanii vin foarte rar la mine, cand li se face dor de joaca sau cand li se strica vreo jucarie ca sa o repare bunicul. Asta pentru ca stau acasa cu mama care e in vacanta! Dar tot nazdravani sunt! Gabi e mai cuminte ca e mai mare si mai intelegator, dar Danny e un dracusor! Saptamana trecuta i-a lasat maica-sa afara singuri cu bicicletele in jurul blocului. Gabi a lasat bicicleta sa se plimbe un prieten al lui cu ea , iar el s-a apucat de joaca cu alti copii. Danny a prins momentul ca nu se uita Gabi la el , a plecat cu alti doi copii cu bicicletele pe strada. Seara Gabi s-a alertat ca nu e Danny, a anuntat-o pe Cristina care l-a chemat pe Marius. Dupa investigatii a aflat ca au plecat spre o comuna din suburbia Vasluiului (la vreo 4 Km de casa). S-a dus dupa ei! Nu i-a gasit pana acolo! Cand s-a intors, ei veneau tacticosi spre casa! Cristina nu ne-a spus nimic decat a doua zi! Geta a certat-o ca de ce nu ne-a anuntat si pe noi! A replicat prompt: Daca va anuntam, mureati amandoi! Astia sunt nazdravanii mei!
Gabi, iar in spatele lui ceilalti trei ghidusi.

Daria, Gabi si Bianca.

Cristina mea si Niki.

In poza aceasta, Bianca si Gabi.

Cei patru verisori, pe leaganul construit de Niki.

In jurul lui Geta, sintem de la stinga Andrei, Niki, Cristina lui Niki si sotul sau Marius - parintii nazdravanilor.

Super Bianca

2007-07-18T17:35:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time there lived a Super family. They lived in the sun. One of them was unusual. Her name was Super Bianca. She was afraid of bugs.

One day the entire super family was captured except Super Bianca. All the rooms and beds were taken!

"By Hades!" yelled Super Bianca. She ran after her family. "Oh, no, no!", replied Hades. He tried to stop her but Super Bianca used her power to destroy Hades. She followed Hades to his cave. Super Bianca saved her family and ...... Boom! Super Bianca ran safely to the sun and put all the stuff back to normal.

"Super Bianca", said Super Michael, "You're our hero! I have one more favor to ask you, Super Bianca. Go and capture Hades!".

"OK", she said, and she went to Hades's cave. She slowly captured him and no one could save him.

My smily face woman smiles all the time

2007-07-18T17:33:00.000-07:00