Words for Wednesday

I can't do a bridge.  You know.  Like a back bend but just pushing up from the floor.  I used to be able to.  But now I'm pathetic.  I was trying to entertain myself while listening to my 7 year old read so I started doing crunches and then thought to myself--let's try a bridge. 

clearly NOT me

I managed to get my legs up but I could not for the life of me push up with my arms.  wtf.  I can do 40+ pushups but I can't push myself up into a bridge??  Maybe it has something to do with the lack of flexibility of this 40 something.  Oy. 

So, I think I'm going to see if I can improve on this.  I'll see if I can get Sissy to take pictures of my progress so you can laugh at me see how much I'm improving.  Hell, I may as well try to improve my split too.  My current 'split' is more like a V so it can't be much worse.  I can only get better from that.  Stay tuned.



Birthday party for the new teenager (tomorrow is her birthday!) in the house on Veteran's Day. What better way to celebrate our Veterans than having 8, yes I said eight, tweens stay over night at my house.  Double oy.  This may require me to break out the wine or whine.  Either way I'm nuts.  These crazy people around here seem to thrive on having sleepovers for their kids.  They make the rest of us look bad. 

Sissy:  Mom, can I have 8 girls over for my birthday? 
Me:  pardon me, did you say 8?
Sissy:  yes, eight.  Jane's mom let her have 10 over last weekend!  why can't I have 8?
Me:  Jane's mom is clearly an idiot.  Jane's mom must have been in the wine.  Jane's mom did?  Really?  huh.  Well, I suppose. 
Me in my head:  fuck.  My one day off and I've ruined it.

I'll let you know how all that turns out.

Can you bridge?  How old are you?  It doesn't count if you are 20 and haven't had kids.

Ever host a sleepover for 8 hormonal girls?  How'd that work out for you?