Mrs. Flinger: Based on a True Story

mommy-guilt kicks mommy-brain’s ass 23/Jan/2006

#The Flinger Family

I actually posted this on our family blog but I wanted y’all to have the option of commenting here. I want my Mom’s input and some gals that don’t read this site to have the chance to speak up, too, so I made it public over there, but it’s also ok if you’d rather give input here.

Just in case you didn’t catch that, I said I wanted your input. Yep. I did. Peeps, I need your help. Bring it on, girls.

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Where the wild things are[n’t] 21/Jan/2006

#Social Clutz Loveable Spaz

Very unlike Maurice Sadek’s book, “Where the wild things are”, I am, in fact on this Saturday night, not-so-much a wild thing.

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Not so little women 20/Jan/2006

#Depth and Faith

I?m struggling with change, transition and growth. There are times in my life I am happy and would not be anywhere else. Then, there are times I?m saddened by the inevitable distance that time brings to friendship, naive promises and childish expectations.

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I ain’t no domestic diva 19/Jan/2006

#Weght Loss and Body Image

Sure, I aint domestic diva. but y’all….. I GONE DONE AND COOKED!

Behold:

Chocolate Chip Scones and Homemade Beef Stew last night:

Turkey Meatloaf on Monday:

*I* peeled potatoes. *I* chopped things. *I* made homemade mash potatoes. Homemade stew. Trimmed the fat off of and cubed beef. Steamed fresh green beans that I clipped the ends off of.

Y’all… I believe hell has froze.

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Only a Mom could say this 18/Jan/2006

#Good News

I am a blubbering idiot.

I’m so in love.

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Speaking of 17/Jan/2006

#Social Clutz Loveable Spaz

things your mate finds funny/interesting/worth paying for that you can’t stand…

I have this friend. Her husband watches wrestling. And Ultimate Fighting Championships. Ok, fine, fine, it’s me. MY husband watches these things. I hate ‘em. Watching men in tights or tight speedos does nothing for me. No, instead, I’d much rather listen to “lesbian music” according to Mr. Flinger. I have this other friend, (no really, I do) whos husband listens to Merilyn Manson. She’s not so in to the satan-gone-rock musician. I sided with her. I mean, men in tights, guys... Read more

If you wanna be a whore, I’ll be your pimp *edited 13/Jan/2006

#Life

*update* I in no way mean “whore” bad. Sure, I know what you think of.. sexy ladies with high heels and spandex on the street. No, no, I mean whore GOOD. You know, like BITCH is good here. MMmmK? Now, move along, there is nothing more to be flabergasted about here.

Some of you noticed that I started a Mrs. Flinger’s Pimped section. I also placed a Mrs. Flinger’s Pimping on the Log in page. I’m working on a place where you can nomiate blogs to get pimped. I thought it would be fun to meet new and fab blogs and those worthy of being taken notice of. I... Read more

Thursday Thirteen, week 4 12/Jan/2006

#Thursday Thirteen

Almost didn’t do this one today. But how do I stop now? Here ya go….

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It’s not so funny now, is it? 11/Jan/2006

#Rants and Raves

I used to exclaim “Oh! My Uterus hurts!” when I’d see adorable babies. Obviously, it was my proverbial uterus as I wasn’t experiencing cramping, firey, seering pain. No, I did not understand what those words actually meant. To me it was the ol’ biological clock ticking and it was funny because “ohhh, looky! A baby! He’s so cute my uterus hurts!”

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Poetic Procrastination 09/Jan/2006

#Working Mom

Twas the night before work
and all through the house
every creature was stirring
and keeping mommy from working

There were assignments to post
and blogs to be read
As you can surely imagine
She worked with much dread

Mommy with her handkerchief
From her brand new cold
Wanted to sleep
For she was feeling too old

But what to her blood shot eyes should appear?
A cup of hot java made by her dear.

It steamed with delight
a right jolly ol? cup
and she knew in a moment it would keep her right up

She plodded along
Trying hard to think
And as she worked she sipped
Her most luscious drink

But still in the end
She had trouble, you see
If it?s not... Read more