Mrs. Flinger: A work in progress

Fixing Mrs. Flinger Feb 20, 2015

I'm currently working on this website. I want to add back the links to blogs I love, some ways to find content easier, and put in archive, at last, some of the ancient articles. Come back to see updates.

I turned off the damn light, didn’t I? Oct 31, 2005

#Rants and Raves

I was almost euphoric for over a week. I had a great birthday party with the girls, a great weekend and LB party, I was caught up at work and feelin’ grand. Until tonight. Look, young f&ckers, when the porch light is turned off, when the house lights are not on, when there is a sign saying, “DO NOT RING THE DOORBELL,” and when it’s 9:45pm, I don’t care if it’s Halloween, DO NOT RING THE DOORBELL. You woke up the baby. And now, you have to suffer. Read more

Verbal poo and self reflection Oct 31, 2005

#Rants and Raves

Do you ever leave a party and think, “What the HELL did I just spend two hours saying?” I do. A lot. Well, that is, if I went to more parties… Read more

Mushy Mushy Love Love Oct 30, 2005

#Good News

Sorry, no new post on mrs. flinger. I just spent entirely too long working on this and can’t stop watching it. I swear to get all witty and philosophical soon. maybe. Ok, don’t expect much but I shall return. Read more

What gives, bitches? Oct 27, 2005

So, Paige, Nicole and I had a talk about calling your friends “bitches”. We talked about how weird it is at first, like calling something good “Phat” with a “P H”. Fat. Personally, I grew up thinking fat was not nice and I just never got in to calling things phat. Then there’s ho-bag. Yea, at first, being called ho-bag seemed a little weird. Until I realized it was a term of endearment and bygeorge, Anne can call me ho-bag to her heart’s content. It makes me smile. I luff it. Then there’s the thong. I think of those things on your feet, you know, the sandals with just the toe separator there? Those are THONGS. I realize the underwear with the same separator is named the same thing. It’s just a different place being separated.... Read more

Cokeheads and Bellhops and Waiters, oh my! Oct 26, 2005

#Good News

So, I finally (cheering in the back) got up the pics from this weekend. See, I had 245 pictures to go through and take out all the cracks (mine), blurry photos (taken drunk) and/or dark blackout photos.  You asked for it, so by popular demand, I give you Mrs. Flinger and her Drunk Friends’ Weekend Night Out Read more

Deep Thoughts Oct 25, 2005

So, one of my best friends is an amazing traveling woman. She is the free spirit I know inside of my heart. She’s the one who helped get me back in touch with the 1997 me. The free spirit of my “youth”. We both love alternative rock like The Shins, and “The Mountain Radio”. She’s my vicarious living friend. I do things from reading about her adventures in Thiland, Europe, the Big Island. She surfs, kayaks, hikes, plays kickball, works with people who have disabilities , and is the most giving person you will ever ever know. She pretty much rocks. Oh, and did I mention she’s done two triathlons? Yea. She’s the reason Paige and I wanted to do it at all. ‘Cause she’s just that motivating. Anyway, before she left yesterday, we had a... Read more

Reflections on the year Oct 24, 2005

#Depth and Faith

I wrote a lovely post for y’all. Oh, but I wrote it over here. And no, I’m not STILL drunk.. just trying to get all my pics from the weekend up so y’all can have visuals. (Thanks, Liesl. heh.) XOXO, Mrs. Flinger Read more

PARTY HARTY Oct 22, 2005

Where is Mrs. Flinger? Out with her BFFIRL, her MBFFIRL and several other members of the flinging fans to celebrate thirty years of livin’ among the peeps. That’s right. We’re out drinking and partying in the streets of Portland. So watch out, clear the sidewalks, and I’ll catch ya on the flip side. Peace out! XOXO Read more

goodbye house, goodbye mouse, goodbye nobody, goodbye mush Oct 21, 2005

I don’t think we’re moving. I’m fairly sure we’ll take our house off the market within the week. I’m sad. However, at the same time, this gives me a bigger hope. Maybe, just maybe, we can move someplace even better. Even further. Even.. MORE. Read more

Devestating Truthfulness Oct 19, 2005

#Depth and Faith

So, look, I may be wildly unpopular here but I’m going to be honest. I visited an old friend while in Texas. She’s thirty five, has a two year old, and has been trying for number two for 13 months. Another friend of ours from Texas is 36, had a miscarriage, and decided not to have another. A co-workers wife had four miscarriages in one year and finally decided to not try again when their first born was seven. I know some bloggy friends who tried and tried and for whatever reason, babies didn’t come to be. Honestly? I’m terrified. Read more