Ohhhh.... we're out of gas.

While driving Britta to preschool today the car made a funny lurch. Humm, this feels like the car is running out of gas... a quick glance at the gas gauge... oh crap!!!

Jana was driving just a half mile ahead of me... i quickly grabbed my cell phone... speed dial jana... straight to voice mail. WHAT?! Dial again... voice mail. crap!!!

The car is really lurching now. I was able to get the car to sputter to snake hill, and we coasted all the way down, but at the bottom, next to the Normandy Park Pool, it was over.
"we're gonna be late for preschool Britta."

With Britta on my shoulders we started hiking to Preschool. It's frickin freezin. blowing 25 mph. i'm wearing clogs. hiking up hill. about a third of a mile.

We had a nice conversation on our walk...
Me: "The car eats gas, and when the car has no gas in its tummy... well, then it wont run."
Britta: "Feed the car some leaves."
Me: "No... that's silly. You know what the car would say? It would say BLAH!"
Britta: "Feed the car some branches."
Me: "Blah!"
... and this conversation went on till we got to preschool.

Teacher Linda was super nice and insisted i borrow her car to get some gas.

I drove her car up to the gas station, borrowed a can of gas, pumped one gallon. Drove back to the Subaru.

Poured the gas in the Subaru. Drove the Subaru back to the gas station, returned the gas can and filled up the subaru.

Then, I drove the Subi to Preschool, parked the Subi in the parking lot, and started my walk back to Teacher Linda's car parked down by the pool. At least the walk back to her car was downhill... but then it started raining, hard, sideways, frozen/slushy/snow rain. greeeeaaat.

f-f-f-freezzzzing!

Saturday: 4am. It was frickin nukin. 40+mph gusts.
Wes gave me specific instructions "call me when you wake up. immediately. no matter what time. i MUST know the wind speed."
We'd been watching the storm approach. waiting. hoping it would peak at 9am. not 4am.
At 4am i thought... should i call Wes? is it light enough to sail?
Ahh, forget it. back to bed.

Later, as the Seahawks kicked-off, the sun broke out, the winds steadied, and i left the Hawks game to catch 45 minutes on my 5.9. Good choice too, since all the hawks action happened in the 4th quarter!

One thing i noticed on Saturday. It was cold. like frickin norway cold. my hands were numb on the second ride out. i tried sucking my thumbs to stop the pain/freezing - no help. So this got me thinking... how cold was it?

The wind was 21mph. air temp 40. That makes the wind chill = to about 30. oh, and the Puget Sound is a balmy 48.

There's a good rule of windsurfing in the Puget Sound... add the air temp and the water temp (40+48=88)... and use this chart:

Over 100... you'll be toasty.
90 - 100... you'll go numb
under 90... shrinkage, instant numbness, loss of brain cells, hallucinations, euphoria!

just a typical new years day

New year's day
Originally uploaded by B-TownMom.

As the King and Queen of Three Tree Point (we're now half way through our year-long reign), we sported the crown jewels, posed with Terry the Polar Bear, had some spiced wine and took the plunge on New Years day. An amazing 20+ people dipped this year! Our local paper, The Highline Times ran this story... Many neighbors turned out to cheer us on. We love the good people of Three Tree Point. :-)