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.

My Inner Flinger Oct 06, 2005

#Weght Loss and Body Image

I had more dreams last night. Strange dreams in which everyone called me “heavy.” I didn’t even think it odd, really. Until I woke up and realized that I just spent roughy six hours telling myself I’m fat in my sleep. I’m sure a therapist would go to town on this realization. Although, it’s not a huge surprise. I *am* PMSing and, let’s be honest, my belly isn’t the only thing still large one year Post Partum. And, seeing as how I spent most of yesterday obsessing about my adult-zit ridden face and wardrobe, really, I gotta chalk this one up to “No Shit Sherlock.”

Sleep deprivation won’t kill you, but hypocrondia will Oct 04, 2005

#Life#Social Clutz Loveable Spaz

This morning, very early in the single digits of the day, I woke up to pee. No biggie. Except that when I got up, I was so dizzy I couldn’t walk. I thought it would go away shortly. I thought I’d be ok after a few minutes. Only I wasn’t. It lasted an hour. Yes, I was up for an hour at 2am.  When I did finally go back to sleep, I had horrible dreams. I woke up convinced I had some terrible disease. I said to myself, “LB will never remember her mom.” I actually thought this, people. Don’t run away screaming freak just yet. There’s more.

So as I lay there, awake again, I think of all the things my dizziness could be. Is it vertigo? Is it a virus? Is it MS? Damn all those sugar free coffee syrups. Stupid lo calorie option. Oy. My brain hurts. I’m storing splenda in my brain! My brain is going to eat itself from the artificial rat-killing sweetener! OH MY GOD.

Obviously I was escalating to panic. So when I started to breathe shallow and my right arm started to tingle? Oh, naturally, I decided I was having a heart attack. Did I bother to wake my sleeping husband laying next to me as I counted down the minutes to my death? Nah. I had enough sense left in me to realize I was causing myself to have panic attack symptoms and to just shut up and go to sleep already because I’m probably just dehydrated (my pee did look a bit yellow) and something silly like that.

I woke up with a sore throat and dizzy dizzy. Since walking to the kitchen was like an obstacle course, Mr. Flinger took LB to her babysitters and I got to take a nap. The sick nap is not the same as a well nap, though. The sick nap is full of strange dreams and tossing and turning and worry. But hey, at least I got to work from home today. Oy. I’m a bad employee. Week two and I’m home? Well, if being a hypochondriac doesn’t kill me off, then my boss will.

Bloggy Bidniz Oct 03, 2005


Ok, so, I *think* everyone can log in now. Not that if you’re reading this you’d be able to tell me that you can’t because you wouldn’t be reading this. Uh. ::tapping microphone:: Is this thing on?

I had a rough weekend with my blog. It was acting exactly like an eleven month old without a nap. I should know. But now I think we’re mostly ok and up and running. Again. Ahem. I hope. (seriously, I do this for a living people. You can see why we’re B-A-ROKE)

Now, I’ve added a lovely feature over there on the side bar called, “Mrs. Flinger’s Post of the Week.” I LOVE y’alls writing. That’s why I blog, dudettes. I love hearing what y’all have to write and damn if y’all are freakin’ amazing writers. So, once I get a spiffy little thingy set up so there are even archives of it (more than just a category, but a real, live lovely place for your posts to live forever and ever) then I’ll point that out. Feel free to nominate someone, too. I’m all about your ideas. I’m going to include that in the new area where these things will live.

Also if you’re not on my blogroll, lemme know. I couldn’t get to y’all RSS feed to add you in bloglines. Just an FYI. If you don’t know what an RSS feed is, lemme know. I can try to help out a bit. Oh yea, and if you want my RSS feed, the old ones (there are a couple that bloglines thinks I have, but I don’t. Strange) are gone and this one is the right one.

And, if you’re like my students, there are several of you with glassed over stares looking at me like I just peed my pants and am now standing and licking it up. Sooo, any questions? Good. There will be a quiz on Thursday.

Something I realized today in the shower Oct 01, 2005

#Depth and Faith

I remember thinking I new what tired was. I remember complaining about being tired in high school. I’m a chick that loves her nine hours of sleep and boy-oh-boy what I cranky when I didn’t get it.

Then I had a baby. People would tell me when I was pregnant, “Sleep now, ‘cause you never will again.” Or they’d make comments like, “Oh, ya, you think it’s hard to sleep when you’re pregnant, try feeding the baby every three hours.” I thought they were rude. It was lost on me. See, I wasn’t asking them how rotten it is gonna get, I was saying that right now, I feel tired. That’s all. Just that this is what I’m going through, and compared to what I’ve had up until now, this is rough.