went up to the gym tonight. proved that i do, in fact, have rather scary intuition.
just before christmas, i got a message from kate, asking me if i wanted to do any coaching. long complicated story short, i was never able to get in touch with her, and have been waiting eagerly to find out what had gone down. upon hearing the message, i had two immediate thoughts: A) lila is pregnant, or B) sherryanne up and quit. then i thought i was just overly eager for scandal, and they had probably had an influx of athletes that they needed to place and no one to coach.
i noticed a guy in the gym when i went in, which was immediately obvious because we don't have any male coaches, and thought he must be new. then i realized he had the senior precomps, and thought he must be filling in for sherryanne. then brenna started jumping up and down in the corner because she had seen me talking to sheryl, and when i made my way over, she informed me almost immediately that the princess had, indeed, up and quit. gave one weeks' notice, and buggered off to a very well-paid job as a dispatcher for some sort of truck company. as brenna said, a job sitting on her big fat ass, which is only going to get fatter now.
after tearing sherryanne to shreds in great glee, i told brenna about the message kate had left and what i'd thought. lila was on the floor coaching for holly, who is presently off on another fabulous holiday with the new husband - the third since december (this, i should think, would be wearing very thin on her girls' parents, as their second qualifier is in two weeks and their floor and beam coach will only be there for three days beforehand. i love holly and all, but she's not exactly prioritizing the way she ought to be). i had only glanced at her while talking to sheryl. i hadn't seen her from the front or side, both of which revealed instantly that she is, indeed, pregnant.
oh, i gave her hell, allright. you're twenty-four and have two stepdaughters, you do not need a baby. i gave her shit just like i'd always warned her i would. but it didn't really do much good. it's about four and a half months late. i didn't ask her if it had been intentional. it may have been. they wanted to move into the house and settle the custody agreement with her bf's psycho ex before she got pregnant, both of which are now done. i can't say they haven't planned it all out or that they don't know what they're doing, nor could i say with any real honesty that they're not prepared, financially or otherwise. i just think being settled down with two stepdaughters and a baby at twenty-four is sort of ... a waste. you haven't been an adult with any sort of freedom for long enough to turn around and give it all up, in my so very humble opinion. don't you want to *have* your life before some little alien being starts growing in your womb and takes it over? (not to mention the significant other chained to your body, which can also be blamed for taking over many a life - please refer to the stories of every girl i've ever known, including my ex-best friend). really, i don't think anyone should consider being remotely serious about anything (except probably going to school and/or getting a job) until they reach thirty. thirty is a good age to start growing up, and getting married and breeding if that's what you choose to do (better you than me). it's really rather unnecessary up until that point, isn't it?
well, i'm off to tend to my four-legged children and lounge around all by myself in bed, because i like it that way =). altho' i must confess to wishing rabbits would grow up to be toilet trained. that would be great. but all things considered, i prefer it my way.