They tryin' to catch me ridin' DIRTAY. And Cinnamon does not like getting on a bike.

I'd like you to meet....

Princess Peach.

Don't worry, Cinnamon gave me a nice scratch on my neck for these ones.

For those of you interested in how I earned the money to buy a bike (which none of you asked, but here I am still typing) here is a breakdown.  You may notice I did not make any money by way of illegal activity, because I hear that involves a lot of standing on street corners and it's been raining a lot.

I'm part of a few survey sites, and was very diligent in taking all of those stupid surveys.  Late into many a night* was spent marking the correct box.  Female, 18-24, White/Caucasian, REPEAT AD NAUSEUM.

*No later than 8:30 pm.  I got things to do, son.

Survey site #1: $30
Survey site #2: $25
Survey site #3: $50
Selling a video camera on Craigslist: $50
Wiper refund: $5
Mystery shopping (it's a mystery indeed!): $75
Interest in my fat bank account: $1.42
Pennies that were in a bank shaped like a crayon: $5.58
Jury duty: $15.80

Tidbit #1:  This is the crayon bank I was filling with pennies:

I am sure Jesse is ecstatic about me posting that picture.

I only got to about the C in crayon.  Tidbit #1.5, I had a spreadsheet that listed where all the money came from in my bike fund and was copying the information over here.  Instead of pennies, it said penis.  Awkward, frown-filled moment with myself, there.

Tidbit #2:  I ended up receiving TWO rebate checks for the wiper refund, but Jesse made me be a good person and I only cashed one.  I'm bitter and all, but I guess he's right that I don't feel guilt about cashing that extra five bucks.  (If they send more I'm not telling him.)

Tidbit #3:  If you want to know the survey sites I use, don't be afraid to ask!  Because for just six easy payments of -- wait, that's my Botox pitch.  I'm getting confused.

I bought that bike and knew that it would be a possibility that I would have to ride it home from the shop if it didn't fit into the ample backside of Evan, our VW Beetle.

If you've seen a VW Beetle you know that was a wonderful pipe dream, and that I would be riding it home from the bike shop.  Four and a half miles.  No big deal, right?

Well, sure, no big deal if you're used to riding a bike for 4 1/2 miles, of course.  Because my minor asthma was all YEAH LIKE THIS IS GOING TO HAPPEN and Jesse ended up riding it the last three miles home.

There's a pretty rough hill on the ride home (through a nearby trail) and Jesse had to endure stares from others as he rode a girl's bike and then quit halfway through to walk.  Have I mentioned how great he is?  He didn't bat an eye as I came to a stop by the car and he said, "Get on in, I'll ride it the rest of the way."

Tidbit #M: I finished those mittens I referenced in the last post, and here's a picture.  However, all the photos of these mittens about made me pee myself, so if you'd like to view all the shots, here's a link to the Picasa album.  Also, here's the link to all the bike photos if you like to really stalk people like I do.