All I Can Say is Lock Up Your Pants

by sara on June 29, 2010

Well, I really didn’t think it could happen but the interstate pants gang has struck again.  My grandmother suffers from dementia and is convinced that there is a gang of people that sneaks into her room at night when she’s sleeping and steals her pants.  They don’t steal her flat screen tv or her fresh pair of kicks, they’re in it for the pants.  You know the kind:

Sought After Pants

The closest I’ve been to a memory related illness before this was reading The Notebook.  Dementia is sad business.  We have to find a little humor in it otherwise it would be completely miserable and depressing with every visit.  We had a good visit tonight despite the fact that we had to narrow down exactly what size the pants gang was after.

Yesterday was an epic fail if you look at it from the standpoint of getting a jump on the day.  We didn’t exactly make it to the lake by 7am as planned.  However, we ran a bunch of errands, hit up a late lunch at Baker Bros with a coupon (two huge salads for only $7!) and then headed to White Rock around 7pm for a night ride.  It was my first time to wear the diaper shorts:

Shake it fast but watch yourself.

Not recommended for loungewear.

Believe it or not, I couldn’t even tell how obnoxious they were once we started riding.  And I do think they help when you’re on the bike for hours at a time.  We made it around the lake 3 times in 2 hours for a little over 27 miles.  We wanted to get another hour of riding in but it was getting really dark and we were getting pelted by bugs every few seconds.  We straight up dominated the ride though.  It was my first time to use the shoes that clip into the pedals and it was like my feet were on crack.  I can go so much faster!  The first time we stopped for a water break I forgot about my shoes being clipped in and just as I was about to fall over Jason yelled “SHOES!” so I unclipped at the last minute saving my pretty mug from a disastrous face plant.

I wore gloves in honor of Michael Jackson. And his son Blanket.

Did I mention that I did a Jillian Michael’s No More Trouble Zones before I went on the bike ride yesterday?  Yeah, my body is mad at me right now.  I am every bit as sore today as I was after the half marathon but I’m so glad I’ve found a new challenging way to exercise.

Today was pretty uneventful in the way of food.  We had Great American Hero for lunch (#7 turkey with avocado on wheat, add lettuce oil and vinegar).  They have a ginormous menu, a super friendly staff and a dang good sandwich.

Forgot to take a pic of my sandwich. Sowwy.

Dinner was a veggie burger and some guacamole made by the house chef.  I don’t pay him or anything but sometimes I do his laundry without shrinking anything so it’s a fair trade.

Forgot to take a picture of the guacamole. Sowwy.

Tomorrow is going to be awesome.  Know why?  Because I get my intro to Sharepoint book from Amazon!!!  Sometimes your life is just clicking on all cylinders, you know?

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Mufasa Rafiki June 29, 2010 at 9:42 am

Great American Hero (henceforth, GAH) is straight up $$ yo! Me and my homies be chillin with a fat splif up in dat joint! The staff one day asked if it was my first time up in here and I was like shoooooot no, but hook it up with that fresh fruit anyways yo! I told’em straight. Werd.

P.S. Bump that sharepoint mess….


jason June 29, 2010 at 1:29 pm

Did someone mention online collaboration tools?


Ice June 29, 2010 at 2:30 pm

I love this entry! You are a damn good granddaughter. I’ll do my part to stop those pants gangstas when I see ’em. BTW BEST PIC AND CAPTION EVER! Shake it fast, WATCH YOSELF! Mystikal is one fine linguist. How do you find the energy to even come into work? I think I’d be comatose. Or having sick days like errday.


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