Ice is nice but winter is....splinter.

First of all, we are a little embarrassed. This may take awhile...
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Sooooo Oliv sat down to type this post and I interjected with a "(grumble grumble mumble shmumble) YOU typed the last one, Liv. It is sooo my turn." To which she replied, "Fine, you can, but I'm NOT moving from this seat." To which I began to deposit myself into her lap, and maybe a little something else on the side : ) heh heh. "NO WAY NOW!!!" was her reply. "Rrrrr" was mine. In the midst of our scuffle, we accidentally posted a blank entry. And then died laughing. So now it is me, Suzy, typing because I totally won the battle and called blankety a legit entry. Muahahaha.

NOW--I'm sure you all have heard about the horrible snow/ice storm of oh '10 pounding our great city of Dublin (ok, probably not because let's face it Americans don't keep up with the rest of the world's weather) BUT believe us when we say it is the worst they have had for 'tirty yeers!' and is quite a sight. Our poor little town of Dalkey (pronounced DAW-QUAY ) is covered with about a solid inch of ice-skating rink. Since the city of Dublin ran out of salt a couple days ago, several of the buses have been shutting down and schools are closing...heck, even people have frozen solid mid-walk. Actually it is hilarious to watch people trying to walk around on the sidewalks because they are grasping for the nearest wall or fence, terror in their eyes, all the while exclaiming "Dis is da wurst we've had in TIRTY YEERS!!" One of our fellow study abroad mates, Mary, did a disturbingly accurate yet accidental pole dance when reaching for the nearest lamp post mid-fall. I think the city-goers rather enjoyed it, though. ;) Go Mary.

Yesterday we had a great show during our city bus tour watching a small car with it's two inch wheels attempt to rear-wheel drive up the ski slope that on a better day is known as Fitzwilliams Street. I think our eyes got a little wider though when we realized we were about to climb said slope. Once we managed to get to the top, the tire tracks we left behind us resembled Marion Jones' cardiograph.
Alright. we are having problems posting the videos that I took right onto the blog. If anyone knows their way around posting videos on blogs, let us know. Basically it just won't let us. Unless maybe it does end up working. But anyway, we are going to just post it to Suzy's facebook wall for now, which may take a few days to get up. Mama Young, disclaimer right here that you probably should not even try to watch since it might make you sick. Just listen to it anyway. Everyone ought to watch this a few times to appreciate EVERY little detail of this video, because it is a GEM of a video. If you need to for this first one, I recommend pausing it every once in a while because it will be a treasure trove of interesting stills. As an explanation for the hysteria, the first video was taken right after we explored the Guinness gift shop, and just as we boarded the bus after, it started pounding hail. Meanwhile, our bus driver tought it would be funny to pretend he was passing the time waiting for us by drinking his reserve storehouse of Guinness and started swerving the bus back and forth in this tiny alleyway--which you will experience on the video. It's better translated through his commentary so listen closely. If anything said or seen stands out to you let us know (there's a million things that stand out to us). Also the next one we post, you just need to pay attention to what Ben says through the whole thing.

P.S. *Coming soon-- "European Manikin Mania" You don't want to miss this.*