Y’all. Two days ago I wore my old shorts. My SIZE TEN SHORTS. The “I can’t pull them up over my post-prego huge ass” shorts. I got them on, buttoned and documented the whole event. It took NINE and a HALF months to even put them back on. Never mind the 9 pounds I’m still holding on to and never mind that the button could barely hold in my new, waterbed belly and never mind that I had to unbutton them half way through the day so I could breathe again.
Things I’m learning as we look for a new house:
1. I really want a nice, new, *CLEAN* house on a nice, new *CLEAN* street where LB can play in the front yard without me having epileptic fits about her being stolen.
2. Those neighborhoods are all on hills.
3. Rich people live on hills.
4. We. Are. Not. Rich.
You know I love you people, right? Lately, with my insanely active child, there is no such thing as “time.” I went to a few blogs today and everything is all changed and the kids are all growing so fast and I realize.. CRAP! If *MY* kid is growing up then *THEIR* kid is, too!
And then I got a little thankful for monthly archives.Read more
So, I installed the forum. There’s a few places y’all can discuss things or let me know if you can’t login and whatnot.. but really, the main reason is for Harry Potter right now. So.. head on over. No, the login here doesn’t work there. Sorry. You’ll have to register AGAIN, but I promise not to make you go through me, ok? It’s open, register and you’re off!
Kisses and whatnot from a very tired Mrs. Flinger…Read more
Never ever use the words “thank the golen calves.” I slept like total cow dung and tossed and turned so badly, I knocked over my Harry Potter book off my night stand in my sleep sending my vaseline (for the chapped lips) flying and crashing to the floor THUS waking up the baby screaming and irritating the shit of me. Also, apparently, I’m sleeping terribly because my tummy is a rumbling idiot. So sick and horrible…
And now? I am awake. So I will blogstalk. Seems like a bit of trouble for... Read more
So, look.. this God stuff is a hit and miss with me. Not to get too philisophical here, because let’s face it.. I’m not. But there are times in my life when I think, “HEY! The God/Universe/Karma/Holy Cows kicks ASSSsssss.” Today is one of those days.Read more
Soooooooooooo, as it turns out.. I will have this house. Or, rather, I want to try to have it because y’all love it as much (or more, if that’s possible) than I do and let’s just be honest that we know a good thing when we see it.
The only trouble is that Mr. Flinger comes from a LONG LINE of “moving sucks” and “I don’t care if this house blows, I’m stayin’ put” and the women have to kick their asses into shape and make them move. (I come from... Read more
When I was a little girl, I used to take the Toys ‘R’ Us catelog and stare at the toys I wanted. I used to stare at the pages for hours pretending to play with them in my head. I still do that. Only now, it’s not a toy catelog, it’s house flyers. I found one that I want. I’m practically orgasmic over this house. We found out our house would sell roughly thirty thousand more than we thought (if all stays well in the market) and given that our area is going downhill fast (Sorry, Bree, but we live on the crap side of the neighborhood!) we want out before the old... Read more
Even though I’m on my period, and finally FINALLY fitting into something that resembles normal clothing, I can not stop talking/wanting/obsessing about number two. I know it’s early. I know. I ask Mr. Flinger DAILY if he’d like to impregnate me today. He laughs it off (and we do NOTHING, which, sadly, is the best birth control since “no, I don’t *think* I can... Read more
I can’t take the heat, y’all! This weekend I’m going offline, camping (or at least hiking and coming home and then hiking the next day. Heh.) and I’ll be READING. THE WHOLE TIME.
I’m on chapter ten as of now. I tried to read to LB yesterday but she couldn’t hack it. Real pages? REAL? Yea, she ripped page 200 and ate 205. Fab.
I’m installing a bulletin board for a mucho better chattin’ system. Now.. if you excuse me.. I have some catchin’ up to do.
(P.S. The list of people who are DONE is overwhelming! How do you... Read more