Brian and I went with his brother and SIL to the Avalanche Ducks game.
Truthfully, I can’t follow hockey well when I go to a game. My eyesight sucks and I can never see the puck. I also have (what I thought was) an irrational fear of getting hit by the puck.
However, I do LOVE going to the games.
For the awesome atmosphere:
The happy people:
Unforunately, a guy sitting two seats down from our group, in our row did get hit with a puck. It hit him in the brow-bone and started heavily bleeding immediately. He was able to get up and walk to the ushers that called an ambulance.
I did not take pictures of the injured man for my blog because I’m not a jerk,
I shall give you this visual aid instead:
We went to the Grove this week and I bought Hunger Games. I’ve heard it is addicting. I’ll let you know.
I thought their finished work was beautiful.
…..but do you notice anything particularly interesting about Samuel’s choice of colors for the princesses?
Finally, the rain cleared up, the sun came out, and gave us this gorgeous distant view of the snow capped mountains from our bedrooms:
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“I let my kids pee in the shower!” Every time it is shower time as soon as the water hits