Hello there, interwebs. You know, recently I've been doing some google image searches to find out what kind of berry bushes we have in our back yard (side note: we have berry bushes! Yeee!). Anyway, I click on a link and then it's some gardening website and I think, "Oh! This is great! I want to read more about this person who also has berry bushes and lives in New Jersey (or not)!" And then I click on the title and go to the most recent post and it's from 2007. Sad. So, I'm not going to be the NJ berry bush having person who just abandoned their blog. Nope. I'm not.
Sometimes, when I'm feeling sick or weak or just sad about the fact that I live in New Jersey (berry bushes notwithstanding), I try to think about the wonderful things in life. Like berry bushes. Or songs I love. Or, even more, movies or TV shows that I love. Heck, even plays. Oh, but all that is after I think about how wonderful my children and husband are.
Confession time, usually they don't come first because I've just had to send them both to their rooms, crying, because one of them accidentally pushed the other down the stairs. Speaking of my children, of course. My husband knows not to rough-house on the stairs.
TV shows and movies and things like that are constants. They're outside of me and my life. So, they're my go-to things.
One of the best ones, and possibly not coincidentally the one I think of most because I have two of their TV show soundtracks playing in my car now, is the TV show "Flight of the Conchords." I love it like a third child. Like my long lost soulmate. Which it is. Only I discovered it late, because I don't have - have hardly ever had - HBO. So I'm currently missing the show "Girls." Goddamnit. Just kidding.
I came to Bret and Jemaine of Flight of the Conchords late, via netflix. Immediately I realized that the show was a soulmate. Then of course I had to buy the DVDs of both seasons. And down the rabbit hole I went (although not so far down that particular hole as I had gone down Robert Pattinson's hole). Ew.
So, without further ado, a few of my favorite clips from Flight of the Conchords, a show I wholeheartedly recommend. It, somedays, makes life worth living. True. I only wish I could listen to the soundtracks in the car when I'm carting the kids around. But they frequently use words like sexy and mothertrucka and dick and balls and the like. *sigh* One day I'll be able to introduce them to my kids. Uhh, via dvd of course. That will be a glorious day. My children will turn to me and say, "Guh. God, mom. What's wrong with you?"
Dreaming of the future, with a soundtrack by Bret and Jemaine - Penny