Shoes

I got back yesterday to Eau Claire after spending a week at home and at Colin's Cabin. I really had a wonderful time at home and my parents were absolutely awesome and we all had a really good time. At least I did, they may pretend that they didn't but I know deep down in their hearts they really miss me making a mess out of their house. But the main point of this post is the story about my shoes. (hence the title) So it all began a few months ago when I asked my mom if she would buy me a pair of tennis shoes because mine were getting very worn down and I have had them for five years. Surprisingly (really shockingly :)) she said yes!! But for a couple of weeks I didn't think she was actually serious so I never went and bought any because I am too poor to buy a pair of shoes and I didn't want to risk me thinking I was getting a pair of shoes but not really getting a pair. Turns out it was true and she really was going to buy me a new pair of shoes!
So finally this past week I said "Hey Mom can I get that pair of shoes now?" and she said "Well of course my perfect princess of a daughter I would love to buy the chosen one a new pair of shoes!" So we go to kohl's in the middle of the day to look for a dress for a wedding and some shoes but BAM the princess all of a sudden does not feel good at all and we had to leave!! Eventually the princess started to feel much better so that evening we all went to the Liberty Block party and watched Tanya Tucker perform. For those of you who don't know her she was a country singer back in the day and in my mother's words she was "rode hard and put away wet." Supposedly that saying has something to do with horses but I really don't believe her. Back to the shoes! We decided to go to Kohl's after the concert that we didn't stay the whole time for and since kohl's is open until 11 (weird) it was perfect. Poor Colin was dragged along to this too and after "looking at everything he could think of to look at" he went and sat in his car and studied for the mcat. Sorry :) 
So it was my mother, my father, and me shopping away. I finally found a dress for the wedding and my dad found a pair of shoes for himself. They were all white with a silver N. Super exciting, I know. Well these awesome shoes were a bargain also ringing up for 44 dollars. So my mom wants to go look at curtains or pillows or sheets or something like that so my dad and I head on over to the shoes. I'm looking at the shoes and I'm finding some that I think are really cute. My dad just kinda follows me around and every time I say a pair is cute he would flip over the price tag and go ugh too expensive, ugh too much, I'm not paying that much for a pair of shoes! I tell him Dad those aren't even that expensive! You have to be realistic! And then he tells me I can't get shoes that are more expensive than his 44 dollar shoes. Right dad. So I tell him to find me shoes that are less than 44 dollars. He found two pair. They were all white with a tiny word AVIA written in light blue lettering on the side. I told him they were mom shoes and I would not get those!! So I meander back to the pair of shoes that I like and he continues to tell me he will not get me 69 dollar shoes! And then he takes it a step further and tells me my shoes look like Halloween!!! Number one they are dark grey with watermelon neon pink accents... no orange to be found. Number two they just don't look like Halloween at all. But he continued to tell me they are ugly even though I think he was just saying that because he didn't want me to get them and he really thinks they are the cutest shoes ever. So now my father calls my mother and tells her she needs to come break up the fight over the shoes. So she comes over and she sees my shoes because i am now trying them on and says oh those are cute! And my dad begins to tell her just how darn expensive they are and how I should not be getting more expensive shoes than him and how they are ugly. My mom then says in her calm voice she has developed over the years from working as a para at a middle school "Rick I didn't think you're shoes would be as cheap as they are so I can't expect her to get cheaper shoes just because you got such a good deal on yours. Also 69 dollars for a pair of Nike's is not even that expensive." So I got the shoes. VICTORY! They are my favorite and I wore them on a walk tonight and they don't hurt my feet!! 


As you can imagine this is an abbreviated version of this story, I can only imagine what people thought of us arguing in the Kohl's shoe department and I hope we managed to entertain some people that night. Also we did not make a scene because I don't do that. But really thinking about our argument makes me laugh and would probably make you laugh too if you could have witnessed it.


I was wearing my shoes on Sunday around the house and I said "Dad look at my awesome shoes!"



Thanks Mom and Dad for my awesome shoes!!!


Alex

I'm Back!!

I know you all have missed me so much while I was up north with no internet access! Well fear not I am back to try to entertain you. So Colin and I went up to Grand Rapids on Saturday until Tuesday. It was really fun and we got to spend some quality time with many members of Colin's dad's side of the family. Unfortunately we had horrible weather and it was pretty chilly but the sun peaked out a tiny bit on Monday afternoon. For the second year in a row we drove back in the pouring rain while pulling two jet skis. Luckily Colin is a pretty good driver and we never seem to have too many problems! I don't really have any interesting topics to touch on today... I do plan on writing about my dogs anorexia/stubborn eating and maybe putting up a video of Bentley around the treat cupboard but those are both for another day. For now I just wanted to ensure you all, my 2 followers, that I am indeed back and I will be writing again soon!! I hope you are having better weather where you are (my mother told me I needed to get some sun cause my face is white. Thanks ma, it's raining.) And have a great day!!


-Alex

The Bank

For almost two years I have worked at a bank. I never thought I would be the type of person who would work in such a quiet, professional, boring, and potentially dangerous place of work. I can now say my experience working at the bank has reinforced my thinking that I am not the type of person who can work in such an environment!!


Number one... I have to wear dress pants every day. I currently have 3 pairs, and ask my family and probably my co-workers, I have the biggest problem with my hems falling out! I have been told that it is because I buy my pants too long. Well people should try to shop for pants with my legs and then they will understand it is not an easy task to fit my too-short-for-the-large-width legs I have going on. 


Secondly, within a month of me working at this bank we got robbed. I wasn't there when it happened but on my way, clearly it did not deter me from keeping my new job. By the way nobody got hurt and they never caught the bad guys :(. 


Thirdly (is that a word?), I am sick of getting creepy comments from customers who think it is okay to say these creepy comments!! First creepy comment I got was from a man (haha figures right? Just kidding.) I was walking up to help a teller and he exclaimed.. "Look at the drumsticks on her!!!" Umm excuse me what? I don't have drumsticks, I have no idea what you're talking about. I actually had to go ask another teller what the heck he was referring to when he said "drumsticks". Then it dawned on me. MY LEGS! Gross. Inappropriate. Creepy. Gross. Needless to say I duck into the backroom when he comes in. Next creepy thing... customer tells me to stop starring at him while a teller is running his transactions. I calmly tell him I am not starring but this comment has made me suspicious, come on we have actually been robbed so don't tell me to stop starring at you! He continues to come in and I continue to stare at him and he continues to creep me out but I'm going to stand my ground. My last situation is the most recent, happening merely a week ago. I am sitting at a separate desk away from the teller line and after an elderly man finishes his transactions he walks over to me. I'm thinking he has a question to ask me so I say cheerfully,
Me: "Hi! What can I help ya with?"
Old man: "Well, I see there's no brown haired girls working here today."
Me: "Ha oh yeah I guess not!"
Old man: " Well there used to be."
Me: (confused giggle) "ha oh yeah...?"
Old man: " I like em better that way." Walks away and leaves.


And there I sit with the most confused look mixed with a fake smile plastered on my face. Did that just really happen? Why in the world would this man think that I would want to hear about how he likes brunettes better (especially when I am blond!), and why does he think that's even appropriate in a bank setting!!?? And he clearly went out of his way to inform me of his displeasure with the selection of hair color in the bank. Go somewhere else, I'm not interested in helping creepers who think they can say anything because they are old. It's still creepy at any age so stop.


On a brighter note, a lady told Andrea she needed a step stool today :)


Sweet dreams!! See you tomorrow (Friday) Mom and Dad!! And Colin!!


Alex

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Creeper

I have been told that I am a really good creeper. Not the kind of creeper that you find at a bar who won't leave a person alone, or the one who stands in the corner not hidden from their subject of choice creepin away *cough cough St. Patty's Day Creeper cough cough*. Recently I was told I am the creeper who doesn't get caught creeping. Which I don't think is a creeper at all but merely just being informed of what other people are doing. Either way, I suppose it is kinda creeperish but again I need to find some way to occupy my time or distract me from homework. I would also like to say many people I associate with creep all the time so really, its not all my doing. One day I feel this creeping ability will catch up to me and I will be caught with information I should not be aware of. But for now I will continue my creeping ways and be incredibly way too informed on others lives whom I barely speak to.

Some of you may be wondering about who St. Patty's Day creeper is. He is known to us as Patty since that is when Andrea first met this gem. To make a long story short, he is really odd and up until recently just a weird kid. But this past Saturday evening, we were out at the pio playing some darts when out of nowhere Patty shows up. He skoots on over and talks to Andrea while kissing her hand and putting his arm around her shoulder. She is visibly not okay with this, Patty clearly cannot read body language. After he buys her two drinks and manages to get in everybodys way while playing darts, we decide he is not getting the hint and is seriously creeping all of us out. *Insert Andrea's Fake Boyfriend Here* Still Patty does not get the hint. We even had a real person, not just us telling him she has a boyfriend to which he responded "I've been known to make boyfriends mad." Umm what? Not okay. Well he continues to be creepy for approximately 2 hours, during this time he asked Andrea if she liked dinner dates, why she didn't accept his friend request on facebook, and her number multiple times. Eventually fake boyfriend decides he is going to leave with his friends so he says he will talk to Patty on the way out so he will leave Andrea alone. Fake boyfriend comes back mad. Fake boyfriend told Patty to leave his girlfriend alone, Patty responded with a "what are you gonna do about it?" Really? Come on, really. Words were exchanged, fake boyfriend becomes visibly upset and knocks Patty's drink on the ground and walks away after onlookers form a circle around them. Needless to say eventually Patty didn't come talk to poor Andrea again. He did manage to stand approximately 10 feet away at all times pretending to text his "friends" that never did show up that night. Maybe Patty should take a hint from more than just the poor girl he wont leave alone at the bar.

I don't think this will be the last encounter with Patty.

-Alex

First Blog Post EVER!!

So this is my first blog post I have ever written/created. I never thought I would write a blog until I began my summer here in Eau Claire. So I work at a bank about 30 hours a week, no class, and no cable have led me to find alternatives to occupy my free time (which seems like hours and hours every day). Insert blog here. I'm hoping I will share any cool things I find while stumbling, most likely many of my wonderful opinions, a little celebrity gossip, and maybe a little bit about being a fifth year senior in college. Yes I said fifth year... unlike my incredibly smart and motivated sister I am starting another year in college due to my indecisiveness about what I want to do in the future. And that topic is a completely seperate post that I am sure I will share sometime in my many hours of freetime :).

I already warned my english major roommate if she reads this, she cannot judge me by any spelling or grammar errors that she finds so please just pretend they don't exist. I am a biology major and I hate english so really I am not supposed to know how to spell and I really don't think I ever did learn proper grammar rules (thanks Apollo). Anywho it took me about 30 minutes with the help of the roomie (Andrea) to come up with my entirely creative title for this blog. There was a hint of sarcasm there, I have been told it is hard to tell when I am sarcastic which I believe is a complete lie because I always know when I am being sarcastic and I think it is completely appropriate and funny!

I also realize this blog is not following any type of theme or topic but I figure it is my first post so I can write whatever I want. Don't worry though I promise I will usually have some sort of topic, maybe. And don't be surprised if I write about animals 75% of the time, they truly are my passion and I find them more interesting than people 99% of the time, no offense to anyone. They also don't talk as much as humans, and they don't judge which is awesome. I found a really cool video while stumbling one day (stumbleupon.com entertainment for hours!) which featured a dog saving another dogs life after it had been hit by a car (altruism) which is truly inspiring. I'm sure I'll probably post it sometime in the future so you'll just have to keep coming back to see the video!!

Although I could probably keep writing about random things that keep popping into my head I will save it for another day and another topic. Goodnight!!!

Alex