Mrs. Flinger: A work in progress

UPDATE TO Mrs. Flinger October 16, 2015

Because the Universe has a wicked sense of humor, after this delcaration, my blog threw up all over my last upgrade.

So I'm starting over using Craft. Turning 40 and kid entering Jr High next year, sometimes it's just time for a change. These archives will still exist in the way the last child goes off to college and their room is the same for 20 years, but it's just time to move forward.

Can I tell you a secret? Jun 09, 2005

I’m afraid to go check on her. We laid her down after some Tylenol, still feevery, and I’m scared to walk in there. Why? Because “what if…”

Do you ever think that?

I’ll go look in on her and get ready for bed. Obviously, it’s been a long day. ‘Night y’all.

My blog and my baby are broken *updated* Jun 09, 2005

#Rants and Raves

Yet another reason I know women kick ass. The following conversation occured last night:

Mrs. Flinger, “She feels warm. I think she has a fever.”
Mr. Flinger (groggy and asleep whilst *I* take care of the baby) “um? Nah.. she’s ok.”
Mrs. Flinger, “Was she warm when you fed her earlier?”
Mr. Flinger, “..... n… o…”
Mrs. Flinger, “Ok, well, look at her, she’s flushed now. I think she has a fever. I don’t want to wake her all the way just to check, though.”
Mr. Flinger. “zzzzzzzzz”
Mrs. Flinger (to nobody in particular) “fine then, I’ll go lay her down. Maybe I’ll just give her Tylenol if she wakes up again.”

Mrs. Flinger, “Oh, she’s still warm.”
Mr. Flinger, “No, she’s fine. Just go to bed.”
Mrs. flinger, thinking to herself, “I would, jackass, should the baby not be needing to be fed or anything…”

Mr. Flinger hearing baby.. “I’ll get her.”
Mrs. Flinger, “ooh, thanks!”

9 AM.
Hearing baby
Mrs. Flinger, ‘Um.. she’s still warm.”
Mr. Flinger, “No, she’s ok. Stop worrying,”
Mrs. Flinger takes baby’s temp.


Mr. Flinger, “Oh, she does look a little flushed.”

{{Dripping in sarcasm}} Ya think?

So we spent the day at the doctor. She’s been so sick and tired all day. Poor thing. Nobody knows what’s wrong.

And? I come home and

my dang BLOG is broken

*. Great. I think I’m going to take two asprin, give the kid her bottle, put her to bed, have a beer and look at everything in the morning. I’ll see ya then.

*Update* the blog is fixed. I contacted my webhosting people (who have great support, BTW) and they took care of it. Server problem.  And children’s motrin totally took care of LB’s fever. Ahh, yes. All in a day’s work. fixin’ babies and blogs. It’s what I do.

Um, that can’t be good Jun 08, 2005

#Rants and Raves

Apparently, I’m as hip as a 50 year old grandma. Ack.

Womens Lib, my ass Jun 07, 2005

#Getting to know me#Rants and Raves

Do you find that the majority of parenting fall on you, the mother? Do you find that the home stuff is all to be done by you because women belong in the kitchen cooking, cleaning, and feeding/caring for the child you bore? Do you find that when she is up every night, regardless of time or duration, that it is you who has the maternal instincts to get out of your peaceful slumber, stumble into the nursery and care for the baby and regardless of poking, crying, or throwing things, the mister can sleep? It’s annoying, really.

All that work for women’s equality. All those fights for women’s rights. Women can vote. Women can work out of the home. Women can make money as the primary bread winner if they want. Women can raise a child alone. Women can hold offices.

But damn if a girl can’t get a full night sleep around here.

We used to trade of a bit when she was tiny. I was deep in PPD and sad and tired and horribly ill. Mental, really. A wee bit crazy. Now I’m just a mom of a teething 7 month old. *I* am the one who wakes up to her screaming. (This is so beyond my comprehension how anyone can sleep through this, unless of course, one is faking sleep to avoid responsibility.) *I* am the one who gets the bottle, swaddles, feeds, soothes the child, gives her Tylenol, teething tablets, bribes her with my retirement account to get her back to sleep. *I* am the one who gets up out of bed three, maybe four, times in the next hour or two to re-swaddle, re-pacify, re-soothe child back to some sort of sleepy state.

Forget sexin’ it up. I just want sleep. An eight hour night of sleep uninterrupted. Why not? He gets it. Every. Night.

Don’t insult my writing Jun 05, 2005


Have you ever considered taking off, starting over and making yourself new again? Being anything you want to be? Going to a place nobody knows you, knows your past, who you really are and being something fantastic?

I do. I used to do this physically when I was younger. I’d actually move across the country (ok, I did this twice, don’t let me sound too cool now) and just started over with a new job, new group of friends, a new life. Mostly.

New summer reads Jun 02, 2005

I just got done reading, “Little Children”.  It totally goes in the “trashy summer read” category. I’m in the mood for trashy summer reads, now that summer is starting next week and I have days ahead of playing, cooking, laundry, teaching LB and scrounging for money ahead. Yes, truly there will be ample time to read. < end sarcasm >

Seriously, though, isn’t summer supposed to be about reading? I’m so excited to read books, y’all. Real, non-educational, brainless books. The type of sloppy books that you can’t turn down. The kind of books that you forget you are a person in the real world for a while. Inspirational books, maybe. But definitely a good, trashy read. The more sarcasm, the better. The more un-PC, the better. The more real.. the better.

I’m already a little Seattle-Sick Jun 01, 2005

You know how you love vacation? You know how you hate to go home? Well, think that but then throw in the fact that you *hate* where you live. This town is the slime of the state. Seriously. Everyone knows it. Meth addicts love it. Rapists love it. Oh, yes, we harbor everyone here, fair and balanced.

So, I wanted to virtually share with you some of my favorite Northwest Washington Stuff:

The Mountain radio station.
My favorite church.
Views of UW (Mr. Flinger’s Alumni)
Favorite Coffee House.
My best friends who live up there.
My old.. and New friend who lives up there.
Whatcome Falls.
My old school, and where I’d die to teach at.
Ah, hell, just take a tour. I love it all.

And, here’s the reason I’m so totally depressed and doubt we’ll ever really move here:
Home prices. Um. yea. Crap.

Rbelle sent me some realestate listings from her area. Holy crap, y’all! We might have to move there, ‘cause it is AFFORDABLE. I know Erin posted about real estate links once before, but I’d like to also include a little virtual tour of your town (or state should you not feel comfortable saying what’s close).  So.. got anything good to share from where you are? At this rate, I’ll probably ONLY get to visit places virtually, so what’ya got?