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.

Slow day for blogging, good day for gettin’ shit done (sticky post.. scroll down for new stuff) Aug 30, 2005

#The Flinger Family

I’m frantically cleaning and purging our house. I cleaned the wood floors, the carpets, the kitchen and dusted all the shelves. I put a ton of crap out for “garage sale” or “get rid of” pile. I started packing for moving and I got the oil changed. This is how I deal with the unknown. I clean like a freakish maid.

LB and I are going to Seattle tomorrow. I know my sister isn’t getting married, but I’m in the


psychotic mood to give it a shot. With Paige staying with us, I figure what the hell, ya know? Sure, I may live to not go for that trip with her alone again any time soon, or I might decide that she kicks sweet ass (she does) and that we can be adventurous together.

I’m thinkin’ the latter. Wish me luck! (You’ll be gettin’ some moblog lovin’ so this post will stick on top so you know why you’re gettin’ pictures only. MmmmK? ‘k)

What are the odds Aug 28, 2005

What are the odds, when you have sex two times a month and your inlaws live 120 miles away that they’d drop by during the act?

Apparently, pretty damn good.

Brad and Jen Aug 25, 2005

I admit I SUCK at keeping up with pop culture. I do. I keep wanting to know WHAT is the gossip with Bran and Jen and Angilina. I pick stuff up in the grocery store but never have time to read it (in line) and I can’t seem to get online and spend time looking for the latest crap about some famous people.

So, does anyone know? I’m DYING here….

*thanks to Raybelle for the link Dana’s Dirt.

One of my new favorite songs Aug 25, 2005

Stuck on You by Josh Ritter. Enjoy.

Time to start pureeing Aug 24, 2005

OMG… .75 for 2oz!


Day #3 Aug 24, 2005

Seuss asked me how day #3 is with both kids. I forgot to tell y’all that we aborted day #3.

Let’s just say that I came home yesterday (after two days with two toddlers) with a pack of condoms and a promise not to talk about #2 until next year.

‘Nuff Said.

Sometimes being right all the time gets old. Sordda. Aug 21, 2005

So, just now, as in ten minutes ago, I’m standing outside with Mr. Flinger looking at the new shrubs we got for the backyard to keep the dogs from digging right by the house. We’re putting up a cute little fence and filling in holes. I hear something. “waa Waaa waa waa waaaaah.” (Think Charlie Brown’s Teacher)  I say, “what’s that?” Mr. Flinger turns down the radio so we can listen. We hear it again, “Put your hands up and come out of the house unarmed.” OH. MY GAWD. There is a sting in the house behind us.


Book Club Aug 21, 2005


I’m almost done and

Oh. My. GAWD.

Go here to post your topic ideas and things you want to rant/rave/ask about.

Go here to put in your vote for the next book to read.

Go here for the main forums site.

Go here and make yourself a sangria and start typing.

I’d be freaking out right now Aug 18, 2005

I’m sitting in Borders where I get to work every Tuesday and Thursday night (per Mr. Flinger’s and my agreement) and a security officer is sitting at a table talking to two kids, around 7 and 9. Apparently they’re lost.  Or, wait.. maybe they were playing in the street out front. I’m seriously just trying to listen to what’s going on.

Wait a minute…
(do you like your play-by-play, by the way?)

Ok.. the skinny 16 year old security guard , who couldn’t stop a potato chip from stealing a DVD, just came back in and said he called the mom who FORGOT the kids were here. Um. Hi. I don’t want to make fun or anything, but “Mom Of The Year” award is up and I’m pretty sure you just clinched it.

I’d be freaking. FREAKING. Where are our kids? Oh, yea. I LEFT THEM AT THE STORE.

Good god. This city is high class. *High class* I tell ya.

Back when I could Fly * Aug 16, 2005

You know, I have a fear of flying. I hate taking air planes. Ironically, the year I moved back to TX, I came up to the Northwest five times. Y’all.. five times. Now, I had motivation since Mr. Flinger was up here and my three best friends all lived in Washington still. But somewhere along the way, I got scared.

Now, the most adventerous thing I do is leave the house, alone, with baby before nine AM. I feel badass if I do that. Like today, for example. Jelly Belly and I went swimming with the girls at 9AM. That means I actually left the house BEFORE nine. Be impressed. I have such a sense of accomplishment taking LB swimming. I feel so good that we got out of the house, came home, and are bored and ready to leave again by 2:00.

I don’t know about your rebel years. Most people rebel for a bit when they’re teenagers. Not me. I was a goody two shoes. I had a steady boyfriend, Mr. Flinger, a good set of friends who neither smoked nor drank, and the only thing I wanted to do was make out in parking lots with Mr. Flinger and stay out late talking. I didn’t even let Mr. Flinger “go all the way” with me because I was determined to wait until I was married.

I kept up my goody goody through college. I had several boyfriends, tons of friends, and a nice, quiet life in houses I rented with my best friends. I was never in the party dorms. I never broke all the rules. I never was a bar girl, a drinker, a go-out-all-night girl.

It wasn’t until I turned 24, that I finally had my rebelion. Only thing is.. it lasted two months.