Been WAY too long....

As I write this, we're driving our family and life to Austin, TX. We just moved out of Boston and we're moving to what I hope will be a great life in Texas. I'm so excited.

But I will miss some people in Boston. My good friends that supported me thru everything and never turned their backs on me. I will always consider you family!

More consistent blogging shall resume once I become a Texan. :-)

Who WOULDN'T Want This??

I was driving to work yesterday and I was listening to my iPod. "LoveShack" by the B-52's came on and I started grooving in my car by myself. I love that song. Then I thought about it:

I would really love for the guy in the group (Fred Schneider) to narrate my life. Could you imagine that? He'd follow you around everywhere and just narrate everything. I asked ManLosch what he would think about him narrating our next child's birth and he laughed. He'd be SO enthusiastic, I just feel like it'd make the process so much easier.

I'm a little obsessed with this idea.

Blah Blah Blah

Today, I feel like blah. My pants don't fit and I keep gaining weight. The Lexi before baby could never gain weight. Lexi after baby apparently can pack on the pounds. Pants that even fit me a few weeks ago don't fit. Not one pair of work pants fit me. I just want to tone my stomach so I don't LOOK pregnant. And yes, now 2 people have looked at me and thought I was pregnant.

Combine that with a lack of professional motivation and we've got a recipe for one blah-filled Lexi Losch. :-(

Why LaLosch Is So Busy

I've been a little busy lately. Yep. Shit happens, I know. Here's what I've been up to:

1) Changing diapers.
2) Vacuuming
3) Being sick apparently.
4) Working and traveling for work (Puerto Rico..holla)
5) Being a business, MAN!
6) Hanging out with friends, especially ones that have babies because we can do the same thing.
7) Gaining weight and NOT toning my stomach
8) Being asked if I'm pregnant (yep. see #7).

Here's what I've NOT been up to:
1) Anything productive

Yea, I know. I'm working on it.

Weather or Not...

You can apparently report the weather anyway you choose here....

I Can't Get No Respect...

We're driving to NY and talking about how we're going to come up with the prototype of our new GPS system.

ManLosch: So for the baby voice, it should cry louder the farther off course you get. Remember those things, that went off when you didn't feed it?? GigaPets!

Me: Yea, I totally had one of those.

ManLosch: Hmm, I just lost a little bit of respect for you.

I Am Still Not My Hair

So I did it. I finally cut my hair! I have been growing my perm out since March 2010. I was getting my hair done last Thursday and I asked my hairdresser how much of my hair was still permed. She showed me, and told me how short my hair would be. She said, "It'll be like a little china bob. It'll be really cute." She said "bob" and I got scared. I mean, it had been awhile since I had SOME kind of a perm.

I manned up and just told her to chop it! And let me tell you, it felt SO great. It was cathartic in a way I never knew. I felt free. It's a feeling that is almost indescribable. There's nothing holding me back now. I can style my hair anyway I want and do anything! My black women, I don't have to be afraid of the pool anymore!!

So, hi. My name is Lexi Losch. And I've been perm free since 5/12/2011.

I Said, Are You Gonna Be My Girl??

Happy Mother's Day to any and all beautiful strong mamas out there. This is my first Mother's Day, even though I DID get a secret present from ManLosch last year for being totally knocked up and secretly glowing (with morning sickness....but whatevs). So I wanted to dedicate today's writing to all the mama's out there who have helped me over the last few months:

My mom and mom-in-law: no words. Can't explain. Just yes. Thanks. Ha. I mean...you get it right????

Michele F.: my beautiful sis-in-law. Thanks for letting us visit you in Vegas nonetheless and helping us with Jovie. And thanks for understanding my need to go to as many Babies R' Us' as stately possible.

Nikki S.: another lovely sis-in-law. My nieces are so gorgeous and thank you for the words of wisdom in my first few days of motherhood. It was appreciated more than you know.

Emily F.: you are one of the strongest mamas I know. You endured IVF, blogged about it, and had 2 beautiful twin baby girls last August. You still manage to be crafty and clean your house, all while juggling and watching Harper and Stella. You've let me call you and bitch and moan and you were one of my strongest supporters, and for that, I love you pinky-toe tent buddy.

Catherine M.: you gave me lots of tough love. Like grow-a-set tough love. But you also truly understood how fussy Jovie really was and didn't just brush me off like alot of people did. Thanks for the vacuum tip. My house was clean for weeks!

Jeannie M: also another strong mama who apparently can still garden while her awesome baby naps through it all and eats like it's going out of style. My baby is just the exact opposite, but you are awesome!

Carolyn B.: Delaney is gorgeous and we'll all still be helping you find a cure for C.F.! She's a tough cookie and is doing so fab because of your love and nurturing.

Jamie G.: Thanks for that over hour-long conversation in the early days! It was just nice to hear the "yea he did that too, and I promise it gets better" side of things. And I've always remembered you telling me about J.B.'s "firsts" that the daycare didn't tell you about. So when someone DOES tell me? I punch them in the teeth.

Sam B. (when are you changing it to Y?): you are THE most hippie mother I know. And your son is awesome because of it. Thanks for the advice in the beginning and telling me not to worry. You were a true breath of fresh air when I needed it.

Rebecca "Borics" P.: you let me cry on the phone in the first few weeks and told me not to give up (even though eventually, I kinda DID a little, lol) but I followed your advice and I've been a much better mother because of it. And Jovie is even telling me that too while she screams from the living room. :)

Trev. P: even from NY, you always checked in on me to see how things were. To feel that kind of support when you have NO idea what's going on anymore is probably something I can't really put into words.

I know I left some of you mama's off of this list, but don't worry. There will most likely be another installment of shout out's and love. I wanted to share some of the love of received today with all of you because I could not be more grateful that I have a wonderful husband and a gorgeous daughter. Lexi Losch has a kid. Holy sh*t.

Happy Mother's Day. :-)

I Always Feel Like Somebody's Watching Me

We have satellite radio. Aerosmith comes on a lot. When it does and I'm alone in the car, I can't turn. I feel like ManLosch would know that I turned off an Aerosmith song in favor of something more Top 40ish.

Don't get me wrong. I like Aerosmith. I even agreed to spend our 2 year wedding anniversary at an Aerosmith concert. But sometimes I wanna listen to Flo Rida, not about love in an elevator.

Don't take this the wrong way ManLosch(or Steven Tyler). Much love. K???

Reflections, Genuflections, and Buddy Christ

This year for Lent, I gave up swearing. How did it go? Not so good. Not so good........
BUT...

I did make an effort to silently pray more. I also made an effort to really take time to think about things that crossed my mind. Sometimes I found an answer and sometimes I didn't. But I forced myself to confront issues in my mind that I tucked away figuring that at some point, someone would pick up the trash and dispose of it (kinda like trash day in your town). Lent is a time of self-denial, forgiveness, being kind to others, etc. And Easter? Well Easter just isn't on Sunday people. It's a SEASON for the church. It's 50 days long. So I saved a ton of money buying Easter candy a week after Easter Sunday because it's dirt cheap. But I digress...

I wanted to share with you some of the things I thought about or did during Lent. I'm not sharing this as a way to pay myself on the back or anything of the sort, but clearly I keep a blog, which means I enjoy sharing my random thoughts with random strangers. So here we go:

• I tried very hard not to judge my cousins, the seasonal Catholics. Because when I go to church I don't always pay attention you know? So it's not my place to judge you based on the fact that I only see you at Mass on Easter Sunday and Christmas Eve. But I WILL judge you based on the fact that you took up 2 parking spaces in the church parking lot.
• If you are familiar with the Profession of Faith, you know that we recite that Jesus was crucified under Pontius Pilate. But I FINALLY paid attention to the reading of the Passion (right?! snap.) and it's kinda not true. I mean, I get that he was crucified while P.P. was governing, but he totally said that he didn't want anything to do with the crucifixion and that he washed his hands of it. He told the Jews it was up to them. And they were all like "do away with Jesus." So I feel like I'm professing the bended truth.
• The old guy at church that gives Jesus a thumbs up after he's done doing the sign of the Cross? Love him. It's like he really thinks Jesus and him wear BFF necklaces or something.
• You can't trust everyone. As much as I'd like to have 100% faith in people, I've realized that I've been burned in the past. I prayed on it a little. I realized that I should still have 100% faith in people, but that having trust in someone would take a bit more effort. 
• Nothing is more important than family. I would do anything for my baby girl. I go mama crazy if anyone says something rude to my husband or if someone accidentally bumps into Jovie's stroller. I also realize this when I get stressed out about work or something else. I remember that when I see Jovie's toothless smile at the end of the day, nothing else matters really. As long as I can provide for her and ManLosch, I'm alright.
• Things I ponder during Mass: Did Jesus have more than one pair of sandals? Did he have a barber? How pissed was Joseph initially when Mary just said 'Oh hey cutie, I'm preggo and it's not yours?' Also, wow, what a man to raise the son of God. Props.
• Please don't regurgitate bits of your Jeezit into the wine. It's nasty. I get that we take the body and blood of Jesus, but not all together at the very same time.
• I started a journal for Jovie. I write in it a few times a week about things I've done, things she's done, and just general crap. My mom started one for me when I was in middle school and then gave it to me the day she dropped me off at college. Reading her entries about me and things we did are great. They made me laugh and cry. I want the same for my daughter too. It's an amazing reflection tool.
• I know I need to go to confession. I really do. What's keeping me from going? I confess my sins during prayer at church, but why am I so hesitant to pony them up in a dark booth?

That's totally not even everything that went on in my little brain this season. I want to try really hard to be a better person you know? I want to leave this Earth knowing that I made people happy and brought joy into their lives (which is why I like to make you all laugh). This isn't just a Lenten/Easter project. This is like, a whole Lexi makeover. Get ready!

In Which I Do Not Care

This morning, people were late coming into work.
Want to know why?

Because they got up at the buttass crack of dawn to watch the royal wedding. You were late to work because of a wedding happening in another country.

I'm sorry ya'll, but I don't get it. I was so SICK of the coverage on this wedding. Every single morning on the morning shows, it was "Kate's hats, Kate's weight...blah blah blah." I don't care. I'm sorry. I just don't get the infatuation with a wedding happening in the country that OUR country fought so hard to get away from. Here's what I don't mind though: I don't mind the actual wedding. The union between two people who love each other; That part of it is cool. But now that I have a 4 month old baby who doesn't sleep, I'm SHO as heck not getting up at 4am to watch a wedding. I wouldn't get up that early to watch a family wedding.

Know what I DO care about? The fact that we're getting raped at the gas pump. The fact that we're polluting our planet and slowly making it uninhabitable for our future offspring. I was talking to a friend about it yesterday after work and at work today and he made a good point though. He said that with all that shitty stuff happening here, it's kind of nice to say "Hey look over here!" When he put it that way, it made more sense. Like the shiny object to distract you from the fact that someone just told you that your puppy got hit by a car.

Anywho, maybe we'll get back to reality sooner or later. For now, I'll waste my time watching All My Children. Oh wait, that's not real either....damn it.

Sometimes I Wonder

Sometimes I read CNN online right before the work day starts. Today, in particular, I read about the storms that hit the South. It was a fairly lengthy article, but what caught my eye the most was the way the writer decided to end his article:

"The storm also unleashed as many as 80,000 chickens in Pickens County, Georgia, after four huge coops were destroyed."

Really??? That's all you could come up with to end this story???

Assumptions at Downtown Crossing

Yesterday, I was at the Downtown Crossing T station to head to the airport to meet my sister-in-law who is here to watch Jovie for the week. Jovie was sleeping in the Baby Bjorn and a nice Chinese woman started talking to me. She asked me how old the baby was. She then asked "It's girl?" I said it was (cmon, her ears are pierced now, get with the program please).

She then said, "Oh, light skin. You mom?"

I knew this would happen. I knew the day would come when someone would question whether or not Jovie was my daughter. It happened a little more subtly at the Park Street Station once (hmm..I'm gathering a theme here). But this was the first time someone has blatantly asked me. I always told myself that I'd remain calm when it happened because well, people are people. I did try. I told her that I was. She then said "Oh. Portuguese?" I was getting increasingly agitated. I said "My husband? He's white." She said "Oh. So you black. He white. Good." GOOD????

So what if she wasn't my biological daughter? I was carrying her and protecting her with love. Is it "good" because my equation to her now made sense as to why my daughter is so light? Jovie popped her eyes open, and then at that point, I was so annoyed, tired, and frustrated, I just got up and walked away. I know it shouldn't frustrate me. But it does a little. It does bother me that only because she has light skin, would someone assume she isn't mine. She damn sure looks like me. Her mean attitude is definitely mine. What if she had darker skin? Would she not be as beautiful in the eyes of others?

I know. I need to get over it. And I have. But still. Just feel me, ok??

Breathe (2am)

• Me (in response to a song Grandma Losch is singing to Jovie): That song was in the bomb episode of Grey's Anatomy.
• ManLosch: Yeah?
• Me: Yup. When Meredith is pulling the bomb out the body and then slowly giving it to the bomb squad dude. He then walks out and when he's halfway down the hall....BOOM!! Pink mist.
• ManLosch:Uh wow. You know almost every song and when it happened during Grey's Anatomy episodes. What was the pink mist again?
• Me: The Anesthesiologist is telling the paramedic, played by Christina Ricci, that the bomb squad refers to you as pink mist if you are holding a bomb that explodes. That's what your body becomes.
• ManLosch: You might know a little too much about Grey's Anatomy.
• Me (karate kicks and punches the air): PINK MIST!!

Sitting Shiva

Well ABC. You did it.

You cancelled "All My Children."

Are you happy with yourselves? Because I am devastated. You better make now through September the best episodes ever made EVER by a daytime network EVER. I'm in total shock. I am currently mourning at my desk.

Erica, Tad, Opal, J.R., Cara, Jake.....I will pay tribute to you. The drama will never end.

Martha Stewart Ain't Got Nothin!

Hear ye, Hear ye. I'd like to welcome a friend to the blogging community. His name is Ryan, we work together, and he just started a blog.
(Hi Ryan!)

So what is his fabulous blog about you ask? Well I'll tell you. Food. Beautiful, delicious food. He loves to cook (and I love to eat) and has started chronicling his journey into the recipe world. And he's serious about it too. Bought new placements and plates and everything.

So check it out. It's called "A Food Lover's Porn" and can be found on my blog under "Visual Crack For The Soul." I can't look at the blog while at work because it makes me hungry, so welcome a fellow blogger and scamper on over to his site. Yes. Scamper.

Lexi Creates an Alter Ego

I don't even know if I can say that I CREATED one. It has been slowly forming itself and yesterday, it reared it's ugly head.

Meet Stabby Storm.

She is the other side of me who apparently wants to go apesh*t on the medical staff at Mount Auburn Hospital and start overturning trays of needles Hulk-style. She is the side of me that emerges when someone bumps into my babies' stroller and doesn't say excuse me. She is the side of me that will hurt a b*tch if they ever hurt my baby or my husband. 

I've noticed her emerging over the last few months, but yesterday took the cake with my fiasco trying to get a 5 minute chickenpox vaccine. The ordeal lasted an hour and 15 minutes making me even later for work. Stabby Storm emerged and asked the woman at the desk why it was taking so long for someone to give me a shot; if they were extracting the virus from a damn chicken in the back. Yes.

She has arrived.

Jesus and Buckeyes

ManLosch and I are at Mass today and somehow, we're always on the same page...

• Priest: Let us offer one another a sign of that peace...
• ManLosch (turns to me and kisses me): Peace baby.
• Me: Yea, peace.
• Couple with brand new baby 2 rows in front of us: Peace. (the guys turns to us and waves) Peace..
• Me: Peace. (catches a glimpse of his Ohio State shirt)
• ManLosch: (turns to me with a face) Uhh yea. That might be a problem.
• Me: Yea. Totally not cool. No peace.

Why I Love My Mom

My mom sees Jovie's 1st zerbert video on her website. She leaves a comment. This is her comment:

If you somehow still don't get the humor, please look at the last line.

Back to Work

Soooo I'm back at work now. BUMMER.

My first day back wasn't too bad. I did cry Sunday night, and it took me a bit to get out of the house yesterday, but I did it! And when 5:30 hit and I was still in a meeting, I said "Uhhh...yea, my uh-" And everyone said, "Yep, Jovie." I bounced out of my chair PRETTY quick and rushed home. I was greeted with the most beautiful toothless grin I've ever seen.

Who AM I now?! :-)