We're moving!

As most of you know, I'm graduating in two weeks. (cue the hallelujah chorus). So I'm here to make another big announcement:

I'm relocating to another blog!

You're shocked, I know. But I figured it was a good time to start fresh, with graduating from college, moving to the city, and all. So my other blog is up and running. And maybe I've been secretly writing on it for a while now. This blog will remain active so you can go back and read anything you want to. There will be a link to this blog on my new one to make it easy for you.

Now my desperate plea to my dear followers:
It would mean the most if you would follow my new blog. It's so easy. Follow the link at the end of this post, scroll to the bottom and click "follow". And remember, if you follow me, I'll definitely follow you.

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you for your reading pleasure,

The Postmodern Archive

bi-polar weather = bi-polar alyssa

In a word, Friday was gorgeous.
During a work break I laid out in the sun with two fellow lifeguards.
It was sunny, warm, and in the 70s.

Saturday was equally as beautiful.
Overcast, but warm.
I wore a skirt, short-sleeved shirt, and flip flops.
Bliss.

Sunday, we woke up to a foot of snow.
No, I don't really want to talk about it.

I am livid.

OUTRAGE! A DISGRACE!
I'm ashamed at our society.
Where are it's priorities?!?

Read the article here:
http://tinyurl.com/4x86xgq

The fact that Snooki earns a higher speaking fee than Toni Morrison makes me physically ill. {Not to mention outraged} Toni Morrison is perhaps the greatest living American author, if not one of the best to have ever lived. She won the Nobel Prize in literature in 1993, among many other prestigious awards. What has Snooki ever done except be a trashy reality star? Oh, that's right, nothing. I am so mad about this. Really, I am.

*stomp, stomp, stomp*

We named our upstairs neighbors the "McStompersons": Man- Stompy, Woman-Thumper, Kid-Clomper.
Thank goodness the baby can't walk yet.

We currently live in a ground-floor apartment in Provo. For the first month we lived here, the apartment directly upstairs was vacant. Oh, blessed silence. Then, once upon a time, a family moved in. We don't know them, nor their names, but we have dubbed them the "McStompersons". They stomp. Endlessly. Sometimes I think they run laps around their apartment for fun. Yet sometimes they mysteriously disappear for a day or two. I like to think that they are a part of a secret, underground organization characterized by their stompy nature. But seriously, they'll just disappear and only one McStomperson will be home for a pretty long period of time. We saw them once leaving their apartment, and they're actually kind of fat, so perhaps the come by the stomping honestly, but you'd think they would be more careful about stomping because they know they're fat. Nope. No such courtesy exists in my life. The thing that really gets me is that the parents just allow their kid to run around like a wild banshee (who sounds like he's the size of a large elephant). I understand that kids need to run and play, but if I was on a top floor with a kid with people living below us, a top priority would be to not annoy the downstairs neighbors.

I've yelled at them from my living room, but I don't think they heard me. I've contemplated going upstairs to ask them to walk more quietly, but I'm pretty sure that conversation wouldn't work out too well:
- "Hi. We live downstairs. Every time you walk around and let your kid run laps, it sounds like you're going to come right through the ceiling." -
You can see the flaws.
I usually get the urge to go up there when they're being particularly annoying, but I'm never in any kind of state to deal with them civilly at that point. I've also considered tapping the ceiling with one of Husband's golf clubs, but that just seems a bit too passive aggressive.

At least we're moving in less than a month!

she married him?

Apparently, in 1992, these two got married.

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{and}

via

This blows my mind for a few reasons.
1. How did I not know this until almost 20 years after the fact?
2. Wait...they've been married for almost 20 years? Does.not.compute.
3. Just look at them. Would you have pegged them as a perfect match?

But then look at this:
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They're adorable.
And {what the what?} they have an equally as adorable 11 year-old daughter.

I hope this blows your mind as much as it did mine.

i heart this color

via pinterest

It is my dream to have a red, white and aqua kitchen.
Someday I will have cabinets like this. I will.

little truths

Sitting next to Husband on the couch (as he is looking over at me and making silly noises) I keep thinking of this quotation and how true it is.

"We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into a mutual weirdness and call it love."
- Dr. Seuss