#NowPlaying: Flight of the Conchords - If You're Into It

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @JenSquard

Never heard of Flight of the Conchords?  They are an awesomely funny folk singing duo from New Zealand.  Bret and Jemaine.  *yummy*  YouTube them.  Watch any of their videos.  Or episodes from their two seasons on HBO.  You can thank me later.

If you want me to,
I can hang 'round with you.
If I only knew
that that's what you're into.

You and him
Him and you.
If that's what
you're into.
Him hangin 'round
around you.
You're hangin 'round,
yeah, you're there, too.

And, if you want me to,
I will take off all my clothes for you.
I'll take off all my clothes for you-
If that's what you're into.

How 'bout him,
in the nude?
If that's what
you're into.
In the nude
in front of you.
Is that what
you'd wanna view?

And if it's cool with you,
I'll let you get naked, too.
It could be a dream come true,
providing that's what you are into.

Is that what
you're into-
you and him
in the nude?
That's what he's
prepared to do.
Is that the kind of thing
that you think you might be into?

And then, maybe later
we'd get hot by the refrigerator.
In the kitchen, next to the pantry.
You think that might be what you fancy?

In the buff,
being rude.
Doing stuff
with the food.
Getting nude
with his food.
We heard that's what
you are into.

And then on our next date,
well, you could bring your roomate.
I don't know if Stew is keen, too-
but if you want, we could double-team you.

How 'bout you
and two dudes?
Him, you and Stew
in the nude.
Being lewd
with two dudes
and food.
Well, that's just if Stew's
into it, too.

All the things I'd do
Things I'd do for you.
If I only knew,
that that's what you're into.

My #life as a #wife...

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @JenSquard

Hi friends!  So it looks like some bunskies got a little puckered over a posting by @JenFriel (I’m talking about this one).  So here I come to show a different side of things.  I’m a young (26) nerdette, I am married, and I have three (yeah, 3) kids.  Here is my story:

I was wild as a youngen.  And when I say wild I don’t mean I was the girl that would get rowdy at parties and maybe flash someone.  I mean WILD – yeah, I was that girl.  Drinking.  Nakedness.  Sexing.  Partying.  Smoking.  I’m sure there is more, but the memories are foggy.  I was smart, active in school, had loads of friends from loads of different social circles, and a rockin bod.  A D cup in high school = trouble.  I also had an abusive turd for a father, a mom that had to work three jobs to keep us in a house, and all of the issues that came with all of these things.  So I NEEEEVVVVVEEEEERRRRRRR wanted to get married.  I sure as shit didn’t want kids.  I had plans, I had goals, and I had a future.  And a husband and kids would just hold me back.  My dad told me more than once that I would marry young, never make anything of myself, and end up barefoot and pregnant.  That was NOT going to be me.  

My last year of high school I was in a serious relationship with a total tool (again, daddy issues), and we moved in together for convenience while I went to college.   It wasn’t anything special, we were mostly friends that just “loved” each other.  Not someone I was going to marry, just someone I was having fun with.  I had plans, and he wasn’t down for them (like moving to another country to work with animals), and that didn’t bother me at all.  My sophomore year of college I got the opportunity to go to Ecuador for a summer to study caterpillars  - I geeked out, worked 50 hours a week, and made it happen.  The first week there I met Brian, he was also a student there for a two week tour with our group.  He had been in a class with me but I was in a relationship (and so was he), so I hadn’t really noticed.  Our connection was immediate.  Just like in the movies.  I made a lame Austin Powers reference and he totally finished the quote – something the tool had never done.  We both secretly did whatever we could to work together on projects, we learned tons about each other and fell so super deep in love that it freaked our freaked.  It took 10 days.  We broke off the relationships at home, he ended up spending the summer there, and it’s been beyond amazing ever since.  We married the following year, and got pregnant on our honeymoon.  Anika came in 2007, Tucker in 2009 and Cadence in 2010 (and they were all planned, believe it or not).  

My life now is so different than high school Jen expected.  Instead of working as a zoologist I work as a professional photographer.  Instead of caring for wild animals I care for….well…wild animals.  I have a degree that I’m not using for anything other than annoying people with trivia.  So the addition of my four favorite people did change things.  I gave up a lot to have this family.  I would love to work in my field.  I would love to be in school.  But it has also enriched my life beyond belief.  The light in my daughters eyes when she tells me the things she knows (she knows that caymans are crocodiles) makes me so proud that I could just die.  Having a husband that supports all of my crazy ideas and is willing to do anything for me is more than anyone deserves. 

I do still have dreams.  I have goals.  I have a plan.  And they are all the same as ten years ago.  The timeline has just shifted.  We decided to get married and have kids early, then do grad school and travelling later.  I get to run around like a crazy person now while I have the energy.  I get to build a new profession that will benefit me my entire life.  And I get to love every minute of every day.  In five years I will head to grad school, get my PhD, and relocate the family to Ecuador.  Or something along those lines.  

So while things have changed, it certainly wasn’t a change for the worse.  Randomly finding my perfect match isn’t settling for something that society deems appropriate, it seems a lot more like fate.  Or good luck.  Or whatever.  When the world presents something like that, you snatch it up.  Not one of my choices has been because that’s what I’m supposed to do.  Actually, everyone wanted us to wait until after college to get married, and spend our twenties travelling.  By today’s standards we were supposed to wait until our thirties to have kids.  And we were only supposed to have a boy and a girl.  Nothing more.  And two dogs.  And a little fence.  Maybe we seem weird to our friends that have chosen a different path, but we are also weird to people living a similar life.  Honestly, how many 26-year-olds with 3 kids do you see lifecasting?  We are rebels, doing whatever the hell makes us happy.  

Our situation isn’t perfect, or easy.  But it’s the life we want, and we are on the track to fulfilling all of the dreams we have built for ourselves as a family and as individuals. 

So if you are in the same situation – LIVE IT UP.  Don’t sit in your cubicle just paying the bills.  Follow your passion.  Find what you love.  Ruts aren’t ravines, you can get out of them. 

I don’t care if you are married with 2.5 kids, if you are the CEO of a major corporation, or if you are a slutty slutty whore.  Do it because it makes you happy, not because your friends, family or society like it.  Settling is for d-bags, and you are not a d-bag.   

You likey?  Tell me about it on Twitter or Facebook.  I'll love you long time.

Things that make me #laugh:

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @JenSquard

I want a SpiritHood.  Bad.  But I'll probably use the spare $130 for silly things like the mortgage.  So today I went on a quest for a good hat.  FAIL.  I have super short hair, so it takes a special hat to look nice.  And those just are few and far between.  Case in point:

They actually sell this super sweet doiley hat at Target!  Um...no thanks.

Send me pictures of your funny shiz on Twitter or Facebook!

#Nerd Werd with Jen Squared

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @JenSquared

 

capricious [kuh-prish-uhs]

-adjective

1. erratic, unpredictable, governed by sudden, impulsive ideas or actions.

"My friends are so capricious I never know what they will be doing."

"Capricious lifestyles are murdered by babies." 

#Nerd Werd

pwn [don't even ask me how to pronounce this craziness]

-verb

1. to own, to dominate, to defeat.  Often used in the gaming community, and generally thought to have originated from a typo.

"Brian's gastro-intestinal functions were pwned after eating three bowls of chili."

"Twitter was pwned when @JenFriel's account was verified."

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#Randomblings: What to do, what to do

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @JenSquared

Randombling: A 5 minute long unedited random stream of consciousness produced by a nerd for nerds.

#nowplaying - Go Diego Go (morning time = cartoon time)

My first Randombling!  Yay yippee skippee!  So…hi.  Here is what’s going on in my life.  I have three awesome kids (like young kids, the oldest is 3 and the youngest is 4 months).  My hubbard is amazing and supports me in whatever I want to do.  I have my Bachelors degree in Biology.  I am a professional photographer. 

The end.  The thing is, I have no idea what I want to do with my life past all this.  Should I go to grad school?  I would love to get my PhD in Ethology (animal behavior).  Should I go to pastry school?  I would love love love to open my own bakery.  Should I just keep working on building my photography business?  It is getting quite strong and I am just getting better each day.  Frick, I don’t effing know one bit what I want to do.  It is so hard to make decisions for yourself when you have kiddos.  If I decide to go to grad school it will have to wait until they are all in school, so at least five years.  Cause there is no way I will ever be able to afford daycare for three kids, that’s just nuts. 

So anyways, on to a more stable note…LOVE my life.  Thank you all for reading the little nuggets I have been posting for you.  I have been having so much fun doing it, and it is sooo super cathartic for me to be able to just let go, say what I want to say and move on.  Seriously, AMAZING.  I recommend you all get a blog, a diary, or something.  I always have all kinds of shit to talk and an opinion on something, and telling Brian (that’s the nombre del hubbard) just wasn’t cutting it.  So again, thank you Miss Jen for the opportunity, and thank you TNTML community and readers for welcoming me and being so super de duper swell. 

To conclude this new addition to my verbal outlet, here is a little nugget of information:  Hippos are one of my favorite animals.  I know, I know, they are the most dangerous animal in Africa, and some years they kill more people than crocodiles and snakes combined.  Whatevs.  They are magnificent.  The word hippopotamus historically means water horse.  They are so amazingly graceful underwater, like ballerinas.  They also have two sets of ears.  Rad, right?  One for above water, and one for underwater.  Which also means they have two languages.  They are also vegetarians.  Legend goes that the river god was going to ban hippos from the waters for eating up all the fish, so hippos became vegetarians, and began to poo out the leftover greens, which fed the fish, so they were allowed to stay.  BAM – dropped a knowledge bomb on your asses!

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