I'd like you to meet....
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.