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Random thoughts on the gym and randy old men
After all those years of homeschooling, it seems weird now to have Stevie home during the day. I made her go to the gym with me. Yes, forced her. We had a discussion about this last week and she said I would have to force her because she wanted to go but when the time came, she knew she wouldn't want to. She conveniently doesn't remember saying that, but I do so it's all good. I'm the keeper of the memories.
We took Lauren, who lives around the corner and down the street and talks really fast. She wanted to go and they had fun working their abs and their hamstrings. Some old guy gave Lauren unwanted advice on the ab machine and then actually touched her stomach while she was working out. She had on a sport bra and shorts, so it was her bare stomach. I wish I'd been close enough to see it. I think somebody needed a good talking to. I can't believe any man can live over 70 years and not know to keep his hands to himself when it comes to 15-year-old girls. Next time we go, he'll have a 47-year-old mama bear watching his hands. Nobody fucks with my girls. Nobody. He'll find himself tied to a treadmill with Jerry Springer playing on the TV.
Another of Stevie's friends (the one who went to the circus with us) got out of the hospital over the weekend after spending two days there because she ODed. At first the rumor was that she'd taken too much Robitussin. (The taking of Robitussin for pleasure and not for coughs and congestion is called robitrippin'. I guess we did something similar in junior high when we sorted just the little white balls out of the cold capsules and took those. They were supposed to be the good stuff. Of course, now I'm an adult and I know it's really the little red balls...but I digress.) Turns out it wasn't the Robitussin. It was the Robitussin plus the vodka and the pot and the coke, but really it was the PCP that threw her over the limit and sent her to "you're so busted and going to rehab" land. Really I'm just assuming she'll get some help. Who really knows?
Yesterday Stevie spent the day with the old homeschool group crowd of teens. It was so good to see them. I didn't realize how much I'd missed seeing them (and their moms) every Wednesday afternoon until I looked in the bedroom where they were all hanging out and saw their faces. Funny thing is, many people would be more likely to think they'd be the robotrippers--the boys with their long hair, the girls pierced and dyed,the black eyeliner. Just goes to show how wrong assumptions can be. They're old enough they've gone their separate ways--jobs, college, high school. I hope Stevie sees more of them this summer and keeps those friendships in addition to the new ones at school.
I don't know how to tie in going to the gym with overdosing on PCP with homeschooling except to say that Stevie has an eclectic group of friends--from the robotrippers to the straight edge XxX to the homeschoolers. I always did too. I never wanted to be pegged into one group. Too limiting. Too predicable. Too boring.
Next time I really will tell the story about the girl giving birth on the living room floor.
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Oh, that is so gross! What is it with old men in gyms? They have to either be oggling or telling you how to do your workout. One old man gave me a big long lecture how I should be taking in more oxygen. Another one gave my friend Gail hell and told her not to listen to any of those young guys. But there was one guy Stevie and I both liked. He was probably in his early 80s and we met him in a self-defense class. He stopped coming for a while and when he did come back one day, he seemed like he'd been ill. And he didn't remember me. He didn't stay long and I haven't seen him since. It's tough losing the one nice old man.
I'm sure he had good reason for liking your breasts though. :-P -
Oh! Randy old men at gyms. One geezer seemed positively annoyed at me no matter which piece of equipment I was on, kept asking me when I would be off. Then, to my astonishment, he walked up to me YET AGAIN while I was doing cable flys, and said, "I like your breasts" then quickly walked away. I'm all, "Did I just hear that??? Please, can I have some ear wash?" UGH! Spare me the dirty old men, the dirty young men, the dirty middle aged men...oh, just spare me the men in general.
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Obviously this old hippie needs to stick with peace signs. I don't have HTML for that though and I wouldn't know how to use it if I did.
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It's xXx. Not XxX.
~Stevie
6/21/06 11:39 PM