Mrs. Flinger: Based on a True Story

Just promise not to poop in the garage 22/Feb/2006

#Life

Sorry, y’all, but I can’t give too many more details. I’m not exactly superstitious (ok, a little), but when messing with things of karmic proportions (karmic is now a word), I don’t want to chance it (and yes I’ll stop using parentheses soon.)

If I’m not around to your blogs for a little bit, it’s only because I’m in the midsts of some things but know I love you and your blogs and please, oh please don’t feel abandoned and poop in the garage when we leave for the weekend.

Now, since you have time and all, please go check out Jane’s insanely talented knitting! The girl is the best. She made me these:

BEHOLD!

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Dreams and other fluffy shit 20/Feb/2006

#Depth and Faith

Have you ever had a dream, something you’ve wanted for some time now, something you’ve been working toward for so long you began to get comfortable with the dream state? Did you ever start to LIKE that it was a dream? A goal? The “when we do this” became “if we do this” and then “we can still, if we want to, but if we don’t, it’s ok”?

We have. We are. We do.

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I played the Euphonium for a reason. That’s right, E-U-P-H-O-N-I-U-M 17/Feb/2006

#Depth and Faith

Sometimes I feel it’s hard to be set apart. I feel as if I’m just another average girl in an average house with her average Target clothing and her average hairdo and her average little life. I’m trying to find something I can excel at, something that I can do and feel good about.

I know! I tell myself, I’ll start my own web design company! But who DOESN’T have a web design company? Also, think I’m overwhelmed now? Yea. I can’t even remember to bill the four people I do hosting for as it is.

Oh! Oh! What about getting published! I wanna be published! I might as well line up in the heard o’ sheep waiting to be discovered by some publisher that will like her shit just as it is, without all the editing or... Read more

Thursday Thirteen: Quotables Edition 16/Feb/2006

#Thursday Thirteen

Here y’all go! ENJOY! (and check because it’s possible that YOU are featured in this one) muhahaha

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I’m alive, but barely 15/Feb/2006

#Rants and Raves#The Flinger Family

S.O.S.

Please. Bring. Chocolate.

Am. Tired.

Toddler. Is. Teething.

Hell.

Turning. Two. Too. Soon.

Hell.

Swimming.

Hell.

Send. Wine.

stop

Send. Reinforcements.

Stop.

Send. Elmo.

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Notes of the vagina chronicles, not mine 08/Feb/2006

#Life

Since I’m currently not with child, despite all the pregnancy tests I seem to enjoy taking, (note to self: Buy stock in EPT) I realized how many of the Flinger Friends are either newly pregnant or about to push forth a watermelon from their hayhay. And I thought, “OH! We MUST celebrate the miracle of the hayhay! Oh, so stretchy hayhay, may you stretch and not rip and be good to the moms of those who brave the possibility of pooping on a table in front of several people they will have to look into the face of later! It’s a Party!”

So, I set up a page for those blogs who I’m currently stalking to see the title, “Water busted” or “Making like a fetus..” or... Read more

Thursday Thirteen: From the deep, dark pits of negativity 02/Feb/2006

#Thursday Thirteen

Sorry for the very negative slant on this one. But hell, it’s kina what’s going on now and I’ve promised to be honest here. Enjoy! (at your own risk)

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HALT PRODUCTION 01/Feb/2006

#Rants and Raves

So, here I was all happy happy joy joy, I love being a mom! My kid is the best!

Damn karma. DAMN KARMA.

I officially halt any production of child #2 henceforth known as “no way in hell.”

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When did I get to be one of “those” moms? 01/Feb/2006

#Depth and Faith

I think I have a problem. I recently became one of “those” moms. You know the ones of which I speak. The “My kid is the best ever!” and “ohhh, my kid is so perfect” and “she/he is such a joy having around. His poop smells lovely!”

WHEN? WHAT? HOW? did this happen people?

I still have some symblance of the bitchy post partum woman that I’ve come to know and love. Sure, she’s a little scraggly, flabby, and clueless at... Read more