I've been having absolutely NO luck with pants and pant-type articles of clothing in the last 2 days. In fact, I've never had much luck with pant-type clothes.

So, I suppose if I'm going to do this right, I might as well start from the beginning. So...

It was my sister's b-day, haven't a clue which one, but recently anyway. So we were on our tramp in the backyard and I decided I was going to do a Shushenova. (I have absolutely no idea if that's spelt correctly, but for the less gymnastics inclined, basically you jump up into the air, do a big straddle jump/centre splits jump and then bring your legs around the outside and land on your stomach. Follow?) So I do my lovely Shushenova and hear a not-so-lovely riiiiiiiiip.... There goes one pair of pants.

Later on, at my friends 18th b-day party, we were on her trampoline. And you'd think that I'd have learned my lesson the first time, but no. (I'm a little slow sometimes...) So there goes another pair of pants.

Then one time at McLean creek (if anyone reading this lives in the Calgary area... GO TO MCLEAN CREEK!!!!! GO MUD BOGGING AND OFF ROADING!!! WHEEE!!!) we were all camped in the middle of an island in the little creek dealy that goes through McLean. The only way to get across the creek and onto the island was to walk across this log serving as a bridge and that got you to a bit of a sandbar in the middle. Then you had to take a flying leap to the other side and try to only get one of your shoes wet. So everyone got wet trying to get across until someone parked his truck in the creek (the truck had died on him and he was just gonna let it sit there till he was ready to leave). So then you got to jump onto the top of the truck and walk across the roof and then onto the picnic table that was placed on the sandbar and then across the picnic table and onto stable and dry land. Of course, me being me and me wearing pants, when I jumped onto the truck... RIP! So I informed one of my friends who was going to try and discreetly distract the guys so that I could put on new pants. She then informed the other girl there so she could help out, only that, she wasn't being quite so tactful and yelled out, "What? You ripped your pants?!!". It was actually quite funny though and I decided on a nice pair of sweat pants which have much more give than jeans.

Then last night at work (I coach gymnastics) I was spotting some girls who were doing handstands on the vault and falling to their backs on a big squooshy mat. And everything was fine until the one time that I sat on the horse so that I could spot them and I hear this funny sort of ripping sound. Sure enough I've got a great big hole right in the butt of my shorts. Oh goody! And there's only 15 left of the class! So I quickly ran to the bathroom with the girls laughing at me as I went, and tried to tie some of the trailing threads together. It only somewhat worked, but at least I was much less exposed in the rear.

So then today, I get home from school and I sit down in a chair and hear, yup! you guessed it... RIP! And they're my favourite jeans too. :< At least it's just an old rip that's re-opened so it'll be really easy to sew back together. But I mean honestly!! How many people do you know that have ruined THIS MANY PAIRS OF PANTS?!!?!?!!