Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Mrs. Cullen: The Biker


Dear Friends,

I want to buy a bike. I don't know how much they cost or if it would be wise to buy one since its autumn. But I want to buy one. I have wanted one for a while but I had a dream last night. My mom had bought me a bike in my dream. It was a black bike. I was so excited. But then I woke up. Then I started picturing myself bike riding everywhere and have really toned thighs and hamstrings. Basically I picture myself looking like Jessica Alba. But I'll probably look like a sweaty little Muslim girl. I don't even know where I would ride the bike to. Not school, not the grocery store (not that I even go to the grocery store), not anywhere. I just want one. Would it be lame if I rode my bike to my babysitting job? Its not that far from my house. It takes me about seven minutes to get there from home. So I am guessing it would take 45 minutes to get there on a bike. Hmm. I think I'll tell my mom to buy me a bike! Yay. This is so exciting.

I used to have a bike when I was little. My family lived in a different city, that is 25 minutes from where we live now. It wasn't a dangerous city but there were gangs. Anyway, my daddy had bought my sister, my brother and myself Huffy bikes. My sister had a green one. My brother had a red one. And I had a pink one. I was jealous of my sister's bike because it was green; my favorite color at the time. Anyway, one night, just a few weeks after we had bought the bikes, the neighborhood gang stole our bikes. We woke up in the morning to find them missing. My grandpa thought our neighbor stole them because my bike was in his backyard. So, we called the police. It turns out, when my neighbor was coming home from work at 4 am, he found my bike in the middle of the road. The gang-ers left it there since my bike was broken and they couldn't ride it=) Sigh, I was still quite sad for my siblings. Five years later my brother ended up buying the same exact bike. My sister never brought one. She figured out new ways for losing weight; by starving herself. JOKE. That was a joke. I really don't know why she never bought another bike. I have to go. I'm baby sitting.

Yours for the sake of Peace and Sisterhood,
Mrs. Cullen

8 comments:

Youthful Wisdom said...

I don't think you can ride a bike... I'm trying to picture and I just cant..

I like the basket though.

Constructive Attitude said...

Me either. I cant picture you.

But bikes are fun. If you buy one, buy me one too. And then we can ride it together around the Riverfront!

Constructive Attitude said...

omg.i cant believe you're buying the bike. HAHHAHA

Mrs. Cullen said...

Why is that funny=( I'm so excited. Its blue.

.:*aMbAr*:. said...

LOL!!! You're funny, My bf bought two bikes, so we "could ride together" which has only happened ONCE in all the months we've had them. Apparently he had some sort of dream like that too, but then ran out of ideas of what to do with the bikes. Maybe I'll sell them and tell him that those gang members stole 'em.

Artistic Logic said...

i think you'd be cute with a bike, ill buy you flowers for the basket =)

Falling Up said...

I have a bike. I dont use it. I used to but then it got a flat tire and everyone was too lazy to change it for me and I was like 14 then. boo.

Faith said...

I say Get the bike. I liked picturing that little sweaty Muslim girl riding it. It’s cute.