When life gives you snow...make a snowman, or some snow roads or the biggest snowball you can muster. That's some big snowball!
We did all of the above. The three-year-old had fun and so did his thirty-something parents.
This is Olympic Frosty.
As soon as this picture was taken, we went all Bruce Lee on his frozen snowman butt and smashed him to pieces. That was probably more fun than building him.
I really need a good workout today, so I'm planning 40 minutes of strength training. I should be pretty tired and sweaty after that. I have to compensate for the snacks I'll be consuming during the big hockey game today. I've got my Olympic shirt and flags all set, but I don't know if I'll be able to take the pressure. I get so nervous, like somehow my own self-worth is wrapped up in the success of our hockey team. It's ridiculous.
Don't forget tomorrow is weigh-in day. I'm not expecting a great result this week, but I'm going to weigh-in anyway.