This is not THAT post 19/Apr/2006

Politically, I’m am a sichzophrenic. I’m a conservative hippy. And no, I’m not talking about before coffee versus after coffee, I’m actually meaning, I’m a “get off your ass you lazy eff but buy organic” girl. I know, I annoy myself at times. This is why I don’t blog about politics. I’d have my own blog war, with myself, and argue until I was blue in the face. With myself. And so, the topic stays in my car radio where the station is turned to talk and I can go off, alone, all I want to.

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Welcome to the Third Anual Flinger Haircut Post 17/Apr/2006

So, looking back at the archives, I realized about once a year I say, “Internet! I NEED A HAIR CUT!!” and then I post some pictures for you to tell me to cut my hair like option A? B? C? Then I go to the salon and get a haircut like nothing I’ve posted and you tell me I look fab because you are loyal and great like that. I forget to take care of my appearance for, oh, about a year... Read more

An update for members 17/Apr/2006

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Thanks to everyone for their prayers and support. I got a call from my doc (not just the nurse people telling me results) and apparently there was a “Zygote”. I’ll call him BigZ. Anyway, my body had slightly (ever so slightly) elevated hormone levels but not enough to actually produce a pregnancy. Thus the cramping. However, officially? I wasn’t pregnant. Emotionally? I was. I mean, a positive test is a positive test, right? I like what Jan said about being able to... Read more

When it rains…. 13/Apr/2006

Ever have those days when you realize you’ve had your head up your own ass for too long?

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My Own Little Time Warp 12/Apr/2006

Do you see people and think, “OMG! It’s Matt! Matt! HI! HI! HI!” and then realize this guy looks like the Matt you knew in college, looks the EXACT same and it’s been ten years?

Ten years.

The Matt you used to know probably has grey hair and a small belly like you do. Also, he probably is not taking Freshman CS 101 since he passed that class 14 years ago, graduated, and is now (last you heard anyway) a manager at a big chemical plant in eastern Washington. Still, though, you SWEAR it’s him. In fact, you even say, “Matt?”

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Should I charge myself a hundred bucks an hour for this? 09/Apr/2006

Lately I’ve been having these.. I don’t want to say visions.. I won’t call them “moments of clarity,” let’s just say… I’ve been having these…. thoughts. Yes. Thoughts.

In fact, I’ve come to some major conclusions lately. I’ve actually figured somethings out. This is a rarity. Please know this.

It’s not just the new web site I built this week for the senator.* It’s not even the Read more

Plans 07/Apr/2006

The one where I decide to have more kids. Based on blogs. And then I take it back. Or not.

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Sometimes depth can be found in a smiley online 06/Apr/2006

A good friend of mine (to quote her) once said, “I’d like the ability to experience something and not get all sucked into the drama of it.” That there is damn fine advice if you ask me. Someone should make that a bumper sticker. I’d buy it. Ok, I wouldn’t but that’s only because I don’t buy bumper stickers. But if I did? That would be one that I’d buy.

Did I tell you I have three jobs? That’s three jobs not counting the toddler and the husband. I only have one full time job, the five classes I... Read more

Reflections on picking up all your crap and setting it down someplace new 03/Apr/2006

Once, while moving from Texas to Washington, my dad told me, the fragile 13 year old leaving everythying she’d ever known, that home is where your crap is. It was my first large move and I thought he was on crack. Of course, every thirteen year old thinks her parents are ALWAYS on crack.

And some of ‘em are.

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The Art of Saying No 02/Apr/2006

When do we lose the ability to say No? Why is it that my 17 month old already mastered the skill and ability to make her priorities and I, the “grown-up” can’t? It’s a doosy here at the Flinger’s house. “Want to take a nap?” “NO” “Want to eat?” “NO!” “Want to watch Elmo?” “NO NO NO!”

‘Cept she means yes. Ah, well, she’s working on it.

Still, I wish I had her ability to make decisions. I often find myself in positions to say no. If I knew what was good for my... Read more