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.
As if you didn’t think I was a nerd as it is *updated Aug 04, 2005
Sooo, I’m over at Rbelle’s site trying to get some blog stalking on and I see that you can CHANGE your avatar and the CODE on your site will update. (I JUST randomly CAPPED some words. Yea, I do that. I DO that.)
Anyway, because I’m just that nerdy… I made a place on my sidebar with all my cool bitch friend’s avatars. By the way, I try not to be too.. uh.. bloggish but DAMN, y’all. I could not help it with this. This post does suck, yes, but look at these fun avatars! See? It’s not a waste of time. No.. really, it’s not!
**Send my your code and I’ll add you!**
**Go to where you make your avatar and go to export on the right sidebarr**
Sometimes being a good wife means more than just putting out Aug 04, 2005
It was my idea to go camping. After yet another one of those talks about “us”, the new life, our frustrations, it kept surfacing that Mr. Flinger is unhappy that we don’t *do* anything anymore. And we don’t. We don’t for good reason. It’s a pain in the ass now to have the lifestyle we had before. Hell, I can’t even BLOGSTALK like before.
Because I can be a bitch, too Aug 03, 2005
Like I said, I took LB, swimming, right? Well, it was really fun, but also a challenge. I mean, she’s crawling, squirming, fighting for her independence (I’m screwed later) and in general, a very great and inquisitive lil’ girl. AKA: She’s a NORMAL TODDLER. Well, high class pubic hair lady comes out of the showers all old and wrinkly and butt naked. She didn’t need to be wearing clothing for me to tell that she’s a rich snob. She wasn’t even wearing jewelery. But honestly, she was wearing an air of total disgust at the child “in her way” of her locker.
She wasn’t anywhere near her locker.
I politely said, “Oh! We can move if we’re in your way.” To which she replied, “Yes.. Do.” OOokkaaayyy.. So I get Lauren’s crap and all my stuff and move over a bit to give her room. Apparently, I have lice. She schooched my hair dryer over and thoroughly, as in with seven (SEVEN! SEVEN!) napkins, dried off and cleaned the area it was on. Then, she kicks my bag a little more out of her way (which it wasn’t).
Luckily, I had seen LB pooping earlier and knew there was a turd in her lil’ swimmers. Now, had it been a normal, nice person I would’ve happily discarded of the diaper in the bathroom around the corner. But since it wasn’t, I left the diaper, allpoopey and stinky right there in the garbage RIGHT UNDER the counter by her.
See? I can play dirty, too.
On a lighter note Aug 02, 2005
Let’s discuss faith and politics.
No, really, I was sitting at my desk the other night playing with Yahoo Avatars when it hit me.
My avatar is cooler than I am.
And that’s just sad.
I need to work for Coorporate America, and apparently, so should you Aug 01, 2005
My field is dominated by men. This is fact. The computer science field is 80% male. I think this is an issue. I do. In fact, my dissertation proposal “Women in Computer Science: Teaching Methodology verses Graduation Ratios,” got me accepted into a PhD program because this issue is hot. Call me a geek. I’m a women’s lib geek. It’s true.
So, when I decided to work part time and be home for my baby, you can imagine the impression it left. The thing is? These “men” keep asking me to go to work. And do you know why? It’s not because I’m seen as an equal in their eyes in the field. It’s not because I’m smart. It’s not because I can do the work with some reliability and passion. It’s because “I’m not doing anything right now.” This is a much bigger issue than the ratio of men and women in computer science. This is the fundamental problem in our society today.
If I’m not “doing anything,” then what is the value of having children? If I’m not “doing anything,” then maybe it’s OK for me to start sitting on my ass all day eating bon-bons watching Operah. If I’m not “doing anything,” you can do your own damn laundry, your own damn dinners, your own damn cleaning. It’s not just the husbands, either. It’s the coworkers, the Uncles, the bosses. It’s every man. If I’m not “doing anything,” then how do you expect us to raise children interested and ready for college? The place where you are employed? The system you feel so high and mighty about? If I’m not “doing anything,” then why not let our children sell their bodies for drugs? Why not believe there is “nothing we can do” about family degeneration and divorce?
What’s even more sad is that the other side isn’t much better. Karyn had a great post from a working mother’s perspective. I’ve heard my great friend Rbelle talk about being a working mommy. It seems to me there is no win. If you’re working: You are not being a good mommy. But if you’re not? You better get your ass crackin’ and start looking for work.
“Because Cooperate America needs you more than your children.”