Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
Why does a person torture themselves by putting on a pair of running shoes...
And then go run 26.2 miles...
Or then sometimes even 197 mile relay races?
Is it to impress the ladies?Or because its one of the only times you will actually get through all of the songs on your iPod?
Or maybe it's that you get to try out new running shoes.Or for the finishing medals?
Nahhhhhhhhhhhh. I'm convinced its for one reason and one reason only!
Will, I promise to run a 5K with you by the end of this year. I really want a tshirt too.
Monday, February 18, 2008
With the goal of putting together a last-minute, low-budget weekend get-away, we accepted Daniel and Dalynn's (Will's brother and wife) invitation to drive to Vancouver for the weekend and visit them.
We were excited to get out of town, to see them (since we hadn't visited them in over a year and a half), and to enjoy a little time away from the usual.
We went to the park, ate yummy food, and of course the boys played a few hours of "Settlers". (Above: Will pushing Mika in the swing, with Daniel in front. Dalynn pushing Ember).
(Right - Me trying to stay warm and taking photos of everyone swinging).
(Below - A familiar site - two brothers battling at "Settlers". Daniel won.)
The Bad - the trip to Vancouver
Well, we tried to get out of Seattle early but that didn't happen. Thanks to me (I was late picking up Will from work). After only sitting in rush hour traffic for an hour or so, I needed to go to the bathroom. So we pulled off the freeway somewhere around Des Moines and found a BurgerKing. It took us like 30 min to get there because of how much traffic there was.
45 minutes later, we were finally back on the freeway. Inching along.
Then, as we were conversing, we started to notice that the road sounded funny. "It must be the pavement", Will said, as we heard the thump-thump, thump-thump sound. "Ummmm...let's change lanes to be sure." I said. So we switched, and the sound was still there. "Honey, I think we have a flat."
So we pulled all the way over to the right and got off on the side of the freeway. Sure enough, our front right tire was flat. Great.
By this time, it was about 7:15pm. (We had left Bellevue at 5pm) Will got everything out of the trunk, put it in the backseat, and got out the spare tire and changing tools. A few minutes later he comes up to me and says, "Well, the spare is flat. Luckily I have a pump, so I'm going to pump it up and see if it will hold."
7:40pm - Will the amazing, gets everything together and we are back on the freeway, again inching along with traffic. We get off on the next exit. Of course now its too late for any Les Schwabs to be open, but fortunately we find a Walmart that took us right before they closed at 8pm.
9:30pm - We have a new front tire and we are finally back on the freeway again. We finally arrive in Vancouver around 11pm.
The next day, Will finds a Walmart in Vancouver because we still need to replace the flat spare. The guy working there tells Will that our new tire is not the correct spec for our Jetta and we need to get a different and more expensive tire. Fortunately, Will explained that it was Walmart who sold us the tire in the first place - so 3 hours later, we had TWO new tires (nice ones) for the same price as the cheaper tires.
The Ugly - The trip home to Seattle
Sunday morning, we are excited to take a nice scenic trip home along the coast (instead of the freeway). It is sunny outside and beautiful.
After about 2 hours on the road, we make it over towards the coastal mountain range and we notice a herd of Elk in a field on the side of the road. So we stop, turn around, and go back to look at them. We see a gravel road, so we take it in the hopes that we will get a closer look at the elk.
Next thing, we hear this screeching scratching sound and realize that the ground clearance on our car is too low for this gravel road and we had hit some rocks. It didn't sound good at all, and I'm sitting there cringing as Will backs up and attempts to get around it. We just kept hearing the sound. But we did make it closer to the elk before they got spooked and ran off.
We got back on the highway and about a 1/2 mile down the road, we see a historical marker so we pull over to read it. "What is that smell?", we both said. I jokingly said to Will, "Maybe you should get out and check out the gigantic hole that you put on the bottom of the car!"
He backs the car up so we are in the sun more, and we both notice a huge puddle of fluid where the car was parked just a moment ago. That is not good. Will gets out, walks up to it and sticks his finger in it and we both just look at each other.
Will quickly calculates how long it would take to drain out 5 quarts of oil at the rate it was spewing out. He determined that we had about 20 minutes to find a place to get it fixed.
Problem is - It was Sunday, and we were in the middle of no where.
We sped down the highway and about 20 miles later we found a tiny town called South Bend, found an Exxon and pulled in. I went in to use the bathroom, and Will found a phonebook and a local person.
Apparently South Bend doesn't have a mechanic in town, but they gave us the number for a tow truck. We went back out to the car and could see the oil spewing out from underneath the car.
We call the towtruck guy, who shows up 45 minutes later. His tow truck is like a 1960's Chevy. lol. But he was really nice. He said he would look at the problem to see if he could fix it.
So while he's jacking up the car, I'm inside calling Geico to see if our insurance covered towing service, and where the nearest Volkswagon dealership is.
The guy tells us that he can't fix it, we're going to need a new oilpan, but he can tow us to Olympia and it would cost us about $400.00.
And this was supposed to be a low-budget weekend getaway. Ha. Ha. Ha.
Will pleads with him to see if he could patch it up, even with ducttape. The guy says he would try. So he leaves to go get supplies. An hour later, he comes back with crayons and some patch putty. Yes - crayons. Apparently to seal the crack, and wisk away the oil.
3 hours later, he's got us patched up. Fortunately he only charged us $60 too - what a nice guy. Will gave him the cash and also one of my Cds (although he didn't look like the type to listen to my type of music lol).
We were on our way, it was dark, we missed our scenic opportunity, but we did find a DQ and got a sweet deal on some hamburgers and enjoyed a cookie dough blizzard as we made our way home, stopping every once in a while to check the patch job. It held.
At least we can say we saw some elk. Which, by the way, we saw PLENTY more of on the way home. lol.
What an adventure. At least we had each other to laugh about it with.
In the video below you can see how bad the leak was.
Friday, February 15, 2008
We've kept the tradition of making each other homemade cards - can you guess who's is who? LOL
Okay I'll just tell you that Will's actually looked way better than mine. He even went to a paper store and bought the velum cover (his is on the right in case you didn't guess by now). All the sparkly beads started falling off the glue on mine. LOL I think mine looks like it was made by a child. Haha.
Here is us before heading off to Piatti's Italian Restaurant. Man - I just want to say this angle is not good on me. LOL I look 9 months pregnant instead of 6. So see next picture to get correct perspective.
And then last but not least - today I am officially 6 months pregnant!
Crazy huh? Here are the belly shots. The one in the dress is obviously from last night, and then the other one is from today to give a better idea (I thought the dress made me look bigger, but now that I'm looking at them side by side, I take that back).
Monday, February 11, 2008
AND I married a man who also plays the piano, and so the music library practically doubled. Our music books have been spread out from the piano bench, underneath my digital keyboards, in a sachel box by the piano, to a storage bin in the storage room. I've have no idea what is where, and its been frustrating (and embarrassing) when trying to go look for something when a piano student is here.
Notice the fabulous categorization by genre, and even the Classical composers got alphabetized. Yes, I am good.
I was surprised (or maybe shocked is a better word) that Will's collection of pianobooks mostly consisted of late 80/early 90 rock music. He even had a song in there from Meatloaf? And Bette Midler "The Wind Beneath My Wings"? LOL I remember singing that for my 7th grade choir concert. I was almost embarrassed to merge our collections. lol. (Don't worry I still love you, honey!)
The piano - still a mess, but improving.
And the music studio has recently turned into a place to store bills-to-be-paid and other random papers LOL
Friday, February 8, 2008
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Friday night I decided to paint my nails, and Will willingly tried on colors for me. I think he had too much fun.
Don't worry - any said nail polish applied upon Will's fingers was successfully removed later that night.
Saturday we went for a leisurly walk around our humble neighborhood. (Recap: We live in the guesthouse of a million dollar estate, and the street next to our's was at one time the 'Street of Dreams'. Yeah. We definitely could never afford one of these homes but nevertheless, these are our neighbors).