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.

Spellcheck is the death of my brain cells Apr 27, 2006

#Working Mom

I made it through graduate school. Did you know this? They actually GAVE me a Masters Degree in Information Technology. Fools! FOOLS! Because today, as I lectured on the ins and outs of site definitions in Dreamweaver, I labeled my folder (as stated in their handout) pasta_resteraunt. That’s right, your instructor DOES NOT KNOW HOW TO SPELL RESTAURANT!

My favorite writing center students corrected me. In front of everyone. Gotta. Love. That.

The trouble with an amazing weekend….. Apr 24, 2006


Sometimes, I really miss me Apr 22, 2006

#Depth and Faith

You remember when you were about to give birth (or not, if you’ve never done so) but you had this knowledge, deep deep in the pits of your soul that your life would never ever be the same? You know how you think of having children and think, “Ya ya, there is going to be a lot more Elmo. A lot more spills and poop and small things.” And you know how the people tell you to enjoy your life before you have kids because it’ll never be the same?


Currently Apr 22, 2006

Working on site: Check.
Wine in hand: Check.
“Earl” and “The office” on Tivo: Check.
Kid asleep: Check.
Sunburn: Check.
Happy: Check.


This is not THAT post Apr 19, 2006

#Depth and Faith

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.

But in light of the events this week, I’m realizing something. I realize I believe something now. I used to say “I really don’t know where I stand on [whatever] issue.” This issue? I now know exactly where I stand.

< disclaimer > And now I say, for the record, please please let’s not get into the debate because I honestly don’t mean to push what *I* think on *you*, I’m just saying, after my own personal experience, I know where *I* stand. You, having your own personal experiences, have your own stand. It may or may not be the same as mine. It’s just that this is where I am now. ...

< / disclaimer >

Welcome to the Third Anual Flinger Haircut Post Apr 17, 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 and then I come back and say, “Internet! I NEED A HAIR CUT!”

This year? It’ll be no different.

An update for members Apr 17, 2006

#Life#The Flinger Family

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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 feel the same things emotionally. And coming from Jan, this means a lot to me.

So, yesterday I felt a billion people thinking of me and I had a wonderful day enjoying my family. The kind of day you can only have on a lazy Sunday holiday where you make a nice big brunch with your husband, rejoice in your child, and read wonderful things from people you never met in person but who love you just the same.

It was a great Easter. So thank you.

(by the way, the original post isn’t showing on my front page for some amazingly odd coding reason, so here’s the link if you missed it.)


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When it rains…. Apr 13, 2006


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

My Own Little Time Warp Apr 12, 2006

#Social Clutz Loveable Spaz

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?”

And boy do you feel dumb when he says, “What? Who?”


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

#The Flinger Family

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 if statements I figured out how to put into my posts so only members can see thing and other people, well, don’t. ** Or the php header redirects i used to take people requesting two different domains in one account (called a parked domain) to redirect each to a sub-directory. Badass. Seriously.

No, no, it’s that I figured out that I’m turning in to my mother and usually shrinks charge you at least a few hundred dollars to come to this conclusion.

And I did it for fifteen bucks of tequila and a coke.