The Non-Prank

For the past couple of weeks, I've woken up in what I've thought was the middle of the night to a soft beeping. It sounded like a watch alarm, but it would end really quickly. At first, I thought I was just imagining it.

But if that was true, I was imagining it every night. That's just silly.

Then, I thought it was the alarm of our next-door neighbors, and I remember thinking, man that sucks that they have to get up at such a whacked-out time.

But then I decided that wasn't really logical. If I can't hear anything else from them, why should I be able to hear their alarm?

Next I thought someone was playing a prank on us. Someone had hidden a watch somewhere in our room and set it to go off at a time when they knew we would be asleep.

But that's not as good of a prank as it could be. I mean, the alarm only goes off for a few seconds, and then it stops. I mean, it goes off for long enough for me to hear it and wake up, but not long enough for me to be annoyed enough to get out of bed and actually go find it to shut it off. I'd go right back to sleep, so it's not like the alarmed ruined my beauty rest. Plus, it only would wake me up, and that's only because I'm a light sleeper. Any heavier sleeper (like Lewis) would sleep right through it. I like to think I associate with more devious mastermind types, the likes of which would have thought this out better. Of course, I suppose the fact that it woke me up every night for so long is actually pretty crafty.

Then, on Tuesday morning, I discovered the actual time the alarm went off. I thought it was the middle of the night, but no, no, no. Lewis had work at 6 AM, so he had gotten up to get ready. Right as he was coming in our room to say goodbye, the alarm went off - at 5:50. Just an hour before I get up anyway. Plus, Lewis heard it too, so I knew I wasn't just crazy. I checked the next two mornings and sure enough, it went off at 5:50 both mornings.

By the time we were both up and at 'em and able to do something about the alarm, we would forget, so it stayed hidden for a little while. Until last night, right before we went to bed. We tore apart our bedroom looking for it. When Lewis located the culprit, it was found to be an old watch from his mission. We think that, a few weeks before, Lewis had been playing with that watch and had inadvertently turned the alarm on. Mystery? Solved.

The alarm is off now. Thank goodness.

Sometimes I Suffer At Work

This is what I did at work on Thursday. In case you can't tell, that's seven bags bursting with paper shreddings. Seven. And I'm not done with the shredding yet.

Alls I can say is, it's a dang good thing my three-day weekend was so freaking awesome.

Aurora Borealis

The other day, Lewis and my mom were talking and somehow came to the realization that when I was born, my family and Lewis' family lived in the same stake. For some reason, in my brain I pictured the beginning scene from Sleeping Beauty when Princess Aurora is born and they bring Prince Phillip to meet her and say, "Hey kid this is your future wife." But instead of being excited about that, he scrunches his nose like he's thinking, "Are you for reals? That thing is gross."

Because I'm sure that's exactly how it went down in western Provo when I was born. Like our families even knew each other.

And then I thought of the name Aurora again which made me think of Aurora Borealis, hence the name of this post.

The End.

See, we're not like Titanic, we're like Sleeping Beauty. Much more better.

Tying Up Some Loose Ends

Dear Laura,

Here is the picture of our new table you requested . And also one of the pathetickness of our broken table.

As you might be able to tell from Lewis' body language, it was a really long, tiring, and eventful day. When we have the time/resources/ know-how, we're going to reupholster the seats. I'm thinking a brown and green striped fabric or something to match our towels.

We stored our broken table on our neighbor's doorstep until we got around to moving it (it's heavy!). Luckily, no one lived there, or they would be mad! I know I would, anyway.

Love from,

Alyssa

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Dear Holli,

This is the nightie you gave me at that bridal shower. I can't decide if I like this one better, or the one from my previous post. Alls I know is that I need to keep this one in good repair for the next Hirschi relative to wed. So far so good. Actually, I think this picture is the only time I've ever put the nightie on, and it was taken just last night!

Obviously, I am a hottie hot hot. Although it's a shame my hands got cut off. They were jazzy.

Love from,

Alyssa

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Dear EFY Boys,

If I can not only smell but be overwhelmed by your cologne from twenty paces behind you, you're wearing too much. Also, Axe? Tag? Acqua Di Gio? Really? Show some originality, please.

No love from,

Alyssa

Mobility Photography

The thought occurred to me today that I have a whole slew of random pictures on my phone that I don't really do anything with. I mean, probably the only time I've ever uploaded pictures from my phone to the introwebs (or anywhere) was for the April snowstorm debacle. And I'm sure no one wants to relive that.

But I've got some pretty awesome photos on my phone. Well, they're okay. In any case, I'm going to post them here, mostly because Facebook doesn't offer mobile services for T-mobile (I know, right?).

I've divided them into two categories:

1. Pictures others have taken of themselves.

I leave my phone on my desk alone for ten minutes, and this becomes my wall paper.

Something similar happened here. Although the background offers no clues to this picture's origin.

This next one was from Lewis trying to be cute. Or something. Either way, it was while we were in bed and I did not want my picture taken. That sounds dirty.

I think this one speaks for itself. Clearly, it is the reason I married Lewis.


This is another one that magically appeared as my wallpaper when I left my phone on my desk. I think this one is Lew's caller ID picture now.


And then one of me, that I took right after I got this phone, before I let myself go and also to tell my friends that I finally joined the 21st century and got a camera phone.


2. Pictures of people/things I deemed worthy.

Misprints in the Daily Universe.


Celebrations.

Evie.


Nature.


Weirdies.


And, of course, my own personal sexiness. Like the nightie?


Enjoy!

Blood, Sweat, Tears, and Boogers

This is what nursery was yesterday for Lewis and me.

We had nine kids.

1 cried/screamed like a banshee the whole time. On my lap. She also sneezed in my mouth.

1 clung to his mom like an octopus while I tried to pry him away.

1 pushed/hit/stole toys from everyone in the room. He got about six time-outs with no effect.

1 cried on and off for the rest of the time after she was shoved off the bike by the pusher. She also lost her shoe several times.

1 cried until he fell asleep on my lap and then cried when Lewis tried to lay him down in the corner and then fell asleep on his lap and then slept for real in the corner and then woke up and cried some more.

1 tripped and got a mouthful of shopping cart. Then he bled on Lew's shirt.

1 bawled like the world was ending when her dad left, but then was surprisingly better for the rest of the time.

2 were little angels except when the pusher tried to take their toys. Bless them.

None knew how to take turns during singing time.

Plus it was Fast Sunday.

Basically, what I'm trying to say is, I died yesterday. And so did Lewis.

But we got better.