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.

mommy-guilt kicks mommy-brain’s ass Jan 23, 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.

Where the wild things are[n’t] Jan 21, 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.


Unless IMing without using the backspace while drinking a chocolate martini counts…

Not so little women Jan 20, 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.

I ain’t no domestic diva Jan 19, 2006

#Weght Loss and Body Image

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


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.

Only a Mom could say this Jan 18, 2006

#Good News

I am a blubbering idiot.

I’m so in love.

Speaking of Jan 17, 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 worshiping Satan, come on, y’all. Not really something you want to sit around and condone.

Until I asked Mr. Flinger about Merilyn Manson and he said (and I quote) “He is not a Satan worshiper just because he listens to rock any more than you are a lesbian because you listen to that crap that you do.”

Nice. Ask a question, get an insult back. Feels like a good trade, no?

So I’m not a lesbian, Mr. Flinger is not gay (but he does watch men-on-men sweating in a beating-each-other-up-kind-of-cover-up sordof way) and my friend’s husband does not worship Satan. Tell me, what is your husband not?

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


*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 alreayd have a stack of about fifteen lined up. I mean, there are a lot of damn good blogs out there!

The Pimped area of this blog is public to get the maximum traffic from curious visitors. (er.. minus my Uncle) There is a button you can add to your sidebar if you get pimped if you wanna. I’m not asking for any return pimpage (is that a word?) other than letting people know that THEY can in turn get pimped. Like I said, it’s optional but the code is on the sidebar if you wanna use it.

While I’m working on a nomination form and swimming in my own feverish snot, go check out Domestic Diva and be sure you cast your vote for her in the Food Blog category!

Thursday Thirteen, week 4 Jan 12, 2006

#Thursday Thirteen

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

It’s not so funny now, is it? Jan 11, 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!”

Poetic Procrastination Jan 09, 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 bloggy distractions
It?s the fifteen trips to go pee