Dear Neighboring Town with the monster-sized potholes that nearly swallowed my husband's car whole -
You'll be paying for at least one new rim and one new tire. If not for the whole set of rims because, apparently, they don't make this style anymore. Just be happy you won't be paying for my therapy because I thought for sure the road had opened up and was about to swallow me and my daughter and bring us into the inner depths of hell.
Now, go fix your messed up roads before someone really gets hurt.
F*ck you very much,
The Chickys
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Today is St. Patrick's Day. I won't be drinking any green beer or eating any corned beef and cabbage because I'm pregnant. I can't drink and cabbage is not advisable at this point. Not if anyone wants to be in the same house with me anyway.
Massachusetts is one of the St. Paddy's Day capitals of the United
States but I am of Scottish/English descent so it seems like a slap in my ancestors' faces to celebrate. Not being Irish I've never really celebrated this holiday but my husband is a quarter Irish so I guess I've had a bit of the Irish in me. Heh. Maybe I'll go crazy and wear green socks today. Or eat green jelly beans.
But I stop at the leprechauns. They freak me out.
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Chicky will be three years old in one month and she is not yet potty trained. She's close, so close, but she's not quite there yet.
Maybe I should send her to Potty School?
Monday, March 17, 2008
Because on a day like today everything eventually ends up in the toilet
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My husband is English and he's surprised St. Patty's Day is so popular. Again, he is against the Irish LOL because of being a brit. anyway, we went to a parade this weekend and it sucked!!
My entire family is Irish. However, the relatives actually from Ireland NEVER celebrate the way we do in the states. They don't quite understand all the hoopla.
So sorry about your car! Holy crap.
Thanks for the giggles ;-) about St. Pat's.
The leprechauns give me the heebies too.
Wow, so it would have been a good place for a road huh?
We're not Irish, so we don't celebrate. My son, however, colored green on my new white sweater today. Good times.
Oh and he is 3 1/2 and the potty is not his friend. I may go insane.
So feeling your pain, this happened to my husband as well and I'm dodging them left and right every single day. WTF? Also, potty training- my assvice- wait till the LAST MINUTE to start trying. We did and it's been a breeze. It's sad but true what everyone says, they have to want to do it and when they do it's no big deal. (So much better than struggling and pleading and bribing every day..)
Eh. We had corned beef last week. Also, potty training is overrated. Stopping to find a bathroom in every. single. place. is not fun.
I have to be in the right mood to eat corned beef, and I'm not in that kind of mood today. Actually, I haven't been in that kind of mood for about fifteen years, and I hate cabbage.
What day is it today? LOL
I'm German-Scot. I can't celebrate St. Patrick's Day. The ghosts of my ancestors would come in the night and take their revenge.
The potholes are especially bad this season, because the temperatures have fluctuated as much as 20 degrees (Celsius) in a week this winter. Bastard things.
And yes, wait until Chicky is ready. We bribed, encouraged, cheered and ranted for months - until one day a week ago when Isaac calmly announced he wasn't wearing diapers anymore. Except for a couple of minor accidents (and at night of course) he's been "dry like a bone" as he says ever since.
Einey, the oldest, didn't want anything t odo with potty training until the month she turned three and that was it. I hear three is a magic number and alot of kids just do it on their own once they turn three.
I would have freaked out if I had hit a pothole that was capable of doing that to me tire. My older son had to convince me that it was a good idea for him to be potty trained. Better to change a diaper than clean pee off of a couch was my philosophy. We're not Irish either although we are doing the corn beef and cabbage dinner tonight.
Jesus, that must have been one f*cking huge pot hole. I'm not going out tonight either. And I have nothing green that fits. But my husband will be out at my father's bar for the duration and miss dinner/bath/bedtime. Funnnnn!
Every year I wake up on St. Patty's day and think "I have to wear green" and then realize I don't OWN anything green - real green - so I dig out an old shirt that's kinda lime/avocado green but ugly and put that on for the day. I'm wearing it now. You'd think I'd break down and buy a green shirt... I'd LOVE to know what town you are referring to - there's so many to choose right now! A friend popped ALL FOUR tires on a pothole (and ruined two rims) and she said almost the same thing (thought she was about to plunge!) Give Chicky a hug and enjoy the day.
If that town happens to be Newton, you have to report the pot hole to them first because they will not pay unless they were officially notified of the pothole before you hit it.
Clearly, we have been through this...
Regarding the potty training, older is easier, bribery is good and there is a good chance she will give up the whole thing for awhile when the baby comes.
Good luck with that claim... That'll be a good trick trying to get City Hall to cough up a check. But I agree with you 100% - they should definitely pay!
Good luck with the pothole claim - that rim looks lovely! Potty training - don't sweat it - when the new baby arrives, she'll just get set back again. That was my rational for waiting on Pepper (who got a new baby brother at 2.9 and potty trained around 3 or so.) Peanut? It was easily his 4th birthday before he was trained, but you know what? No accidents, either, because there was no pressure too early on.
Holy pothole batman!
We're celebrating St Padddy's day with green snot... ah the joys of the early spring cold flourishing in both kids at once.
Looks like your gonna have to borrow Tanis' truck!
The closest I came to celebrating was when I considered dragging my pregnant ass over to McD's for a Shamrock Shake. Never made it though.
No luck with potty training over here. Let me know if you find a magic formula.
I must admit that I was sad to not be celebrating this year.
But then I read about the potty school and I realized that there are people with much bigger issues.
Don't worry about Chicky, she'll do it when she's ready. Although I found letting Ironflower hang out with kids her age who were trained was very helpful. Peer pressure exists - why not use its powers for good?
Boo's still not potty trained and shows no interest whatsoever. She's almost 3-1/2. I'm convinced she's going to be the only college freshman still in diapers. Stubborn, stubborn little girl.
We have car-eating potholes out here, too. Everyone drives like they're playing dodge 'em.
We had a very traditional dinner of pasta with garlic bread tonight. I live in a city that used to have a HUGE Irish population and I'm sure the bars will be full tonight. I'm staying in and watching the Red Sox play the *spit* Yankees in a spring training game. And knitting. The fun never ends ovah heyah.
Nice Dropkicks tune.
Wait - neighboring town or neighboring state. Because we always referred to RI as The Pothole State.
PS Chicky looks freaking cute. She and punk rock Thalia would get along great. They could also trade not using the potty notes
Wow, that's some pothole!
And hey, if you claim to be irish, you can at least get smoochies out of it. And I know how you like that...
Yikes. We have managed to avoid the car-eating potholes. Just barely.
And Bee will be 3 in two months, and she is only potty-trained at nursery school. Not for Mum!
I'm a little irish-as in 4th generation.
No green beer for me yesterday, but I did end up with a kitchen floor full of green glitter glue.
Like Sandra said...I've got a truck you can borrow.
You'd totally rock it with that ball cap you like to wear.
HEH.
Your poor car!!!
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