Stuff Lexi Likes #5

More stuff I like....because I'm awesome....and a little bit of the Caucasian persuasion.......

#122 Acoustic Covers
I love all music, so of course I'm going to love acoustic versions of songs. The book states that the crown jewel of a mix, is always an acoustic cover of a pop or hip-hop song. And when it's The Lost Fingers singing "Billie Jean?" Even better.

#123 Dave Chappelle
Anyone that can disappear to find himself and then return like nothing happened and still make money? I'm on board.

#125 Nintendo Wii
Get the f*ck outta here, I OWN a Wii. And I hope to own Wii Fit so I can hula hoop myself into another dimension. I frickin love my Wii and will offer it at any social function. I can't get myself coordinated enough for the PS2 or the PS3 we own, but you can give me a Wii remote anyday. Srsly. Anything Nintendo really. Lovin it. Now get out of my face. My Mii could beat up your Mii anyday.

#127 The Simpsons
Now remember, this is only stuff I like. I used to love the Simpsons, but they've fallen off a little bit. But I still appreciate their poke at pop culture and politics.

#132 Not Having Cash
It's not that I don't have it. It's that I just don't keep cash in my wallet. It's so strange. Part of it could be because my bank doesn't even exist in Massachusetts. And the book is right. There really is no time to find an ATM that won't charge me here. I always have to do cash back. Eh. I'd rather just use my card.

#137 Eating Outside
I love eating outside especially when the weather is nice here (which is like all of 3 days in Massachusetts). When I lived in Miami, I ate outside all the time, it was AWESOME. However, the book states "Picnics and cookouts have been a staple of white culture for years." Ummm HELLLOO??? Have you MET black people????

#138 Books
If you know me? This needs no explanation.

So there are a few more in the book that I will expand on, so I'll save the rest for one last blog! Don't forget the giveaway blog. It ends tomorrow evening and I'll pick the winner tomorrow evening or Wednesday morning.

Stay tuned homies and homettes!!!!!

Christmas Music Errrrwhere

ManLosch and I went to a Christmas concert at Harvard last night. It was free and he loves anything Christmas related, so we went. The group was called Kuumba. I wasn't quite sure what to expect, but this is what I experienced:
Church
A Charity Event
A Black Spiritual
A Christmas Concert

At some points, I got a little confused, but otherwise, it was pretty decent. The group was also fairly diverse; not just black folk. An Asian. Some white people. Ya know. It was a pretty decent mix. And the audience? Well we just looked like one big UNICEF holiday card. My only complaint? During the "spiritual" songs, you can't really understand any other words besides "Jesus" and "Amen."

There was this dude though. We named him Jesse. I dunno, he looked like a Jesse. And he was the perfect example of white people with no rhythm. Again, I'm not racist. I can't be. The hubs is my piece of white chocolate. But let's get something straight. There is a large population of people of the Caucasian persuasion that have NO rhythm. Or that struggle with it. Those with a musical background have a better chance at it and usually succeed enough to get by (i.e. ManLosch.....he can stand his own and is no longer afraid to bust a freakin move with me). But those that clap on the "1" and the "3?" Those are the ones that are struggling. If you don't know what I'm talking about......well. I'll explain in more detail later if you need me to.

ManLosch and I have an ode to all those white men in the club who try to dance with women and can't dance for the life of them. We dance to the song "Don't Call Me Baby" by Madison Avenue and the dance is called "Whitey In The Club." It's fairly funny. And yes. We're fairly dorks. But this is something that Jesse will struggle with when he's older if he doesn't get a lesson or two right now. And I mean RIGHT NOW.

Otherwise, you will all be forced to watch people who try to dance by shrugging their shoulders all lopsided and clapping off beat. And when it's done to Christmas music? Santa and his posse would NOT approve.

College Football....Please Don't Go

ManLosch and I are watching the last of the college football games right now. We're flipping channels. We missed most of the games, as we were out at a "Christmas Concert" (which I will save and blog about tomorrow). I asked, "What's Landry Jones up to?"

Here's the thing: I have a thing for Landry Jones. And it's not like a good thing. It's that I'm obssessed with his moustache. The stache. So I call it the "LJ."

I also have a thing for Sam Bradford. But it's like a real thing. Like an adult crush. ManLosch is aware of MY awareness of the Bradford hotness. He's ok with it. We don't know what's happening with Sammy though either. Hmm.

So anyway, we're sitting here and there was some dude named "Fozzy Whitaker." And I said to ManLosch, "I think people name their kids in hopes that their name alone will cause them to be an athlete or do something big." The conversation that ensued? Names that we would have if we were football players.

Zip McDaniels
Seattle Washington
Danger Franklin
Storm Losch
Chicago Brown
Skip "The Truck" Jones
Arrow Playne
Risquee Johnson
Color Black

I love football. Lots of creative names. Lots of tight pants. And the season is coming to a close. I'll miss you football. Until we meet again next season....oh, and after all the bowl games....yea.

(Don't forget to comment on my 11/28/09 blog for a chance to win a $15 giftcard!)

Don't Let Me Near A Computer

Srsly......ManLosch is letting me blog AFTER a company holiday party. I had a little much to drink.

But I had fun. And I think I have some pictures. But he was in charge of me for the night. So he took all the pictures. So stay tuned to your regularly scheduled Lex. Because she'll be sober tomorrow......maybe.

For now....let me fall asleep with my makeup on and catch you on the flipside of tomorrow....


hooooollllllllleeeerrrrrrrrrrr

LoschDog Vs. The Vet

The LoschDog is not doing so great. He's back at the vet. Well he went today. He still has "seasonal allergies." So they did a skin scrape to test for something or another, he took a doggie dump in the lobby of the vet, and in the end:

He's on two different types of medication that total about $190.
He's wearing the e-collar again for a few weeks.
He's eating prescription food to help rule out any food allergies. The bag is 8lbs and costs the same as the normal 40 lb bag of Science Diet.
He needs his paws wiped with a special wipe.


Annnnnnnnnd he won't take the pills and he's extremely uncomfortable. And if all this shit today doesn't cure him, we have to take him to a doggy dermatologist. Yes. You heard me. A flippin' dog dermatologist.

Sigh. Every holiday Jordan....every freakin holiday.

The SQUEAKQUEL?!

Um..........

Yeaaaaaaa..................

Okay, first, Alvin & The Chipmunks are annoying. Srsly. They were annoying even when we were kids and watched the cartoon. Then they got a movie. Okay, whatever. I was able to look past that.

Now, there is a sequel. And they are calling it a "squeakquel." And I want to throw up and kinda punch one of them. Because now, the girl chipmunks (chippettes? chippies? chiplanas?) are singing "Single Ladies." And I'm having a hard time processing this. It makes my ears bleed when I hear it and it makes me keel over in abdominal pain.

WHO thought of this? Whoever did, hear this: when you go to sleep at night, when you're in the bathroom, when you're engaged in sexual relations with your lady(or man)...I hope you hear them. I hope you see them everwhere, singing, dancing, and thrusting little animated chipmunk hips.

I hate you.

Parking Wars

I am participating in NaBloPoMo for December! I'm just waiting for the new badges to come up so I can replace the one for November.

So I was at the store tonight, buying things for dinner and other random items that looked like they wanted to be bought. I'm at the check-out line and who do I see? Our neighbors. Like our upstairs neighbors.

ManLosch and I do NOT like our neighbors.

I looked up and the wife looked up and saw me, so in that random awkward moment we kinda smiled. I was nice; I waved and said "Hi." Do you know what that ho did? She smiled through gritted teeth and her husband barely acknowledged me. I quickly grabbed a magazine to hide my building "smack-a-bitch" feelings and pretended to read "People" (in which I then decided to BUY "People"). She kept checking on me to see how fast my line was moving and I almost threw my can of chicken broth over to her line to hit her in the head. But then I started checking on HER line. Here's why:

Our neighbors are extremely inconsiderate. They run the dry cleaners below us. They are Asian (just a fact! take that as you will....if you know me, then well.......yea. you know it's not racist....but well.....yea). We share the driveway and people will constantly park there to pick up their stupid dry cleaning and block us in, even with the "NO PARKING, PRIVATE DRIVEWAY" sign. Our neighbors smile and nod and pretend not to understand "This is fucking ridic, make them move their cars now!" They also park 3 cars and a van there, barely leaving us any space to park the car. ManLosch is 'bout ready to go all Jazmine Sullivan on our neighbors.

So back to the store. I wanted to get out of there as fast as possible so I could secure our space in the driveway before THEY parked. They checked out before me. DAMN! So I check out too and practically run to my car. I throw the bags in the car, look around for them and see that they are still loading the car. I start the car and you would have thought I was a NASCAR driver in that parking lot. But, I ended up one car in front of them and secured my space in the driveway.

Booyah. Suck on that 'natches.

I Did It!

I posted once a day for the entire month of November!!!

And it kinda feels good.

But the overwhelming feeling of "blah" has taken over. I had a horrible day at work and it didn't really get much better. I feel like poop. Which is overshadowing my slight feeling of accomplishment. I do have a ton of books to get through though and that helps to keep the blahs at bay a little.

What I'm reading?

I'm also diggin some new music:

And for once I DON'T really have that much to talk about (scary huh?).
Catch me tomorrow, when I'm hopefully in a better mood. And I'll be participating in NaBloPoMo for December too. Maybe just not officially. I haven't decided yet. Either way, keep on keepin' on with my blog and don't forget about the new giveaway!

Chrismahanukwanzakah Is Upon Us

Ahh the holiday season. Where have you been all my life? I love you so, please don't go. The screaming kids, the angry parents. It's like blog-material heaven!!!!

ManLosch and I were on our way to Mass this morning and I put some Christmas music on in the car. Well it was one of the stations that plays nonstop Christmas music until the new year, and I know how much he likes it, so I put it on that station. The song that came on was "Feliz Navidad." And the part that everyone usually joins in? "I WANT TO WISH YOU A MERRRRY CHRISTMAS." And I thought, "Well nowadays, you can't really wish ANYONE a Merry Christmas." These days, it's inappropriate to wish someone a Merry Christmas, because God forbid they don't celebrate Christmas. They may be Jewish, they may be atheist, who knows? So, to be politcally correct, we say...we print on cards....we greet people with "Happy Holidays."

Look, I'm sorry. But I celebrate Christmas. And I think it's alright to say "Merry Christmas" and print that on your cards. If you're speaking to someone that you KNOW is Jewish or doesn't observe, then I mean, yea don't be a jackass. But about 75% of Americans still call themselves Christian and in 2008, about 93% of Americans said they celebrate Christmas! Because if you WANT to get all high and mighty about this, then I'll say "Um, why didn't anyone wish me a 'Happy Kwanzaa'??" ManLosch and I were having a conversation about this and he said "I'm not going to be offended if someone comes up to me and says 'Happy Hanukkah.' It's just another celebration, it's not offensive." I mean, again, I'm not going to go to Long Island and say "Merry Christmas Hebrews and Shebrews!!"

But the point is, IT'S OK PEOPLE. You can say whatever makes you comfortable and if someone is offended, they'll tell you, you retract your statement, wish them a Happy (insert holiday here) and everyone continues with their shopping and crying. The whole point of the season is about giving; giving to those less fortunate, giving to your friends and family in whatever way you can. So even if you wish me a Happy Hanukkah, it won't matter. I'll say thank you and STILL celebrate on the 25th. Lighten up America. It's about the season....not just the day.

And while we're on it....I'm banning ALL Christmas sweaters.