The bridge

I've been doing the Wii Fit plus for some time now. I love the yoga! It's really helped my flexability. When I started, and I was told to bend over and touch my toes...well, lets just say if my toes started below my knee's I did a pretty good job! Now, however, I can touch my actual toes! After doing so, and showing all family members how I can, I somehow threw out my hip! When did I get so old? "Threw out my hip"?? That's something an old person says! My step daughter decided to "help" by showing me some stretching exercises she did in gymnastics. I was able to keep up pretty well, until she did the bridge. You know, when you lay on your back and raise yourself up on your hands and feet creating a bridge. I can't do that anymore! When she did it, I was like...oh I can do that! NO...I can't! I couldn't raise my head off the ground. It was like the bridge collapsed at one end! She kept saying...you can do it, just push on your arms...get your head off the ground!! It wouldn't budge! I went to bed early that night and rubbed Bengay on my hurting hip. Yes...I said it...Bengay! Another old person thing. Remember going into Grandma's room and being overtaken by the smell of Bengay?? Well, that was my room that night! I laid in bed and tried to figure out the exact moment I got old. I just couldn't put my finger on it. Its like it crept up like a lion approaching its prey. I'm the prey....and its getting closer and closer. The only thing I could figure out is that its not going to go away. That lion is going to get closer and closer no matter how hard I try to hide. So...do I just lay still and let him pounce? Or do I continue to hide? The young girl in me screams...hide..hide! The old woman in me says...I'm too tired...let him pounce! I hate that old woman! She's no fun! She gives in too easily! She has no spunk! So...I'm NOT going to listen to her. I'm going to let the young girl run the show for as long as she's able. Hopefully, before its over, she will do that bridge and not throw out her hip in the process. Go, young girl, go!!

Blessed Cat

I was told that the prominent M on my kitty's forehead meant that she was a Tabby. I decided to google that and see if it was true and this is what I found:

All of us have heard the first Christmas described as a silent night. However, one of God's creatures knew otherwise. The cat hunted in the cold, starry night. He didn't look much different than the other cats, he was gray in color with stripes the color of charcoal. As he walked down the dark alleyway, he heard crying coming from a stable. He entered the door and saw a mother trying to comfort her newborn son.
She spoke softly. "I don't know what to do. I thought you were hungry, so I fed you. I thought you were wet, so I changed you. I thought you were cold, so I wrapped another blanket around you."
She rocked the infant a few minutes longer and then laid him back in the manger filled with hay. The baby continued to cry.
The cat knew what needed to be done. He leapt into the manger and curled up next to the child. In comforting tones, he began to purr. It was the sweetest lull-a-bye ever heard. The baby quieted and drifted off to sleep.
The woman gently stroked his fur. "Thank you. I don't know where you came from, but thank you."
God was looking down and witnessing the blessed events of His son's birthday. Heard only by the cat, God spoke.
"You have done a wonderful deed this night. Because you cared enough to help this woman, I will mark you and your offspring forever so that people will know what you have done. Her name is Mary and from this day forward you will have the letter "M" on your forehead."

So when you see a cat with the tabby pattern (no matter if it's gray, brown, or some other color) Look closely at his forehead and you will see the letter "M". By this you will know that it is a descendent of the cat that comforted the newborn Christ on that first Christmas night.