Mrs. Flinger: Based on a True Story

two thousand sex? two thousand sucks? two thousand six… 03/Jan/2006

#Life#Rants and Raves

Well, can I just say? Shit. I’m behind and the year is an entire three days old. How the hell does this happen, people? Where went my intentions? Where went my goals? Apparently, as I sit in the pile and stacks of boxes, work, to do lists and mud from the garage, I’ve let things.. how shall I say.. distract me.

I finally uploaded some images on flickr.  I have completely neglected our family site only to hear about it on Rbelle’s site from a comment my Mom made. For the love of gawd, people, I’m only one woman! And I’m a sucky one at that! I have phone calls to return, designs to... Read more

Elmo has sucked all the creativity out of me 03/Jan/2006

#Rants and Raves#The Flinger Family

LB hasn’t napped in two days. Two Days, people. It’s been one giant cleaning orgy here at the Flinger’s house and LB has been up for the entire thing. Back in the day (read: before Oma came to provide 24/7 entertainment) she could play by herself and let me work/clean/blog.  Now, even with Elmo on the new 20 in TV, she has no interest in being alone. It’s all “play-with-me” all the time. So it’s been Elmo, kid music, lots of redirection and Mr. Flinger cussing as he cleans out the attic so I can purge crap and make our house something that resembles a home, not a giant blue light special at K-mart.

I’ve written fabulous posts in my brain. Did you get the memo? No? That’s because “Lalala Lalala Elmo’s... Read more

Welcome to 2006: The year I get my ass back and lose it again 01/Jan/2006

#Good News

If you have resolutions, good for you. I’m not a “resolution” kind of a girl because I’ll pretty much forget what I wanted to accomplish by.. oh, say 10:30 on January First. (read: Resolution #232: Go to bed at 9pm and get up early to work out. Shit. It’s 10:31pm on day #1. Effit.)

I do, however, have goals. I have plans. I have lists. I have bins! And tubs! And more fabric storage boxes!

And, since I really should be in bed right now preparing to lose those last fifteen baby pounds so that I can get knocked up again and gain it all back in six months, I’ll share with you a brief list of the new “Mrs. Flinger goes all 2006”: