*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
Almost didn’t do this one today. But how do I stop now? Here ya go….Read more
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!”Read more
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... Read more
I was so proud of myself. I bought a size ten jeans at the Gap a few weeks back and :: sucking it in :: they fit! THEY FIT!! Well, mostly. Anyway, I wore them four days in a row because they’re the only semi-hip thing I’ve bought in months and they sordda make my ass look smaller. PLUS, they’re a size ten, remember? I used to BE a size ten. Oh, I used to be a size six, but let’s got get depressed or anything.
Anyway, I wore my jeans, And wore them. And they got dirty, because I kept wearing them and I have a 14 month old. I washed said jeans and do you know... Read more
I designed this:Read more
Hey, it may be dimply, but it can make phone calls. Can yours?
BTW: Who else did I call that day? Kerry said she got a call from my cell (not me talking, btw) and now Anne did, too. Oy. If I happen to call the President and he hears my ass scuffle, I hope he doesn’t think we’ve been bombed or something equally horrid. My ass CAN sound a bit like a bomb. Just ask Mr. Flinger.Read more
I’ve been pondering this topic lately: Is motherhood hot? See, I’m not the hottest chick out there. I’m not fugly or nuttin’, but I’m not Angalina Jolie with kids. I’m not even Britney Spears looking rather large. No, I’m more like your typical mom with wrinkles, some gray “highlights,” fat jeans and yes, saggy boobs. I have it all,... Read more
Don’t forget: All of ‘em are here! and open to the public.Read more
So, um, I’m not very good in public. No, really, I know you think I’m this amazingly hip, glorious goddess with a great, tight ass and small boobies and the wit of a thousand Kramers . :: snort :: So, well, don’t be too disappointed when I tell you, I am special needs in public relations. I ride the short bus to “out there.” Seriously. It’s not pretty.