Fixing Mrs. Flinger Feb 20, 2015
I'm currently working on this website. I want to add back the links to blogs I love, some ways to find content easier, and put in archive, at last, some of the ancient articles. Come back to see updates.
Premature Conversation Ejaculator May 28, 2006
#Getting to know me#Social Clutz Loveable Spaz
I don’t mind being honest with you when I say I can’t stand uncomfortable silence. I can’t. I’m the type of person who will continue to talk just to fill a void. I’ll tell you about my toe nails, my new bra, my hair cut, my vagina. I’ll tell you about anything just to keep the silence away. I think I’m even a little like that on email. I’m not sure how I bridge the gap, but somehow I manage to spew my guts on email just to prevent some silence that may or may not ensue. I mean, how would I know? It’s email.
At the other end of this issue is my premature conversation ejaculation. I’ll suddenly end a conversation after telling you too much of my intimate details when your face is blank and there is no return. I’m pretty...
Because I can convince a nun she’s pregnant but not that she’s a lesbian May 23, 2006
#Life#got pee sticks?
Two weeks late. Grumpy but not bitchy. Weepy but not pissy. Tired. Sore boobs. Pukey.
Wow. This. Is. Really. Getting. Old.
Maybe it’s all those women I sleep with. Yathink?*
Oooh, Internet, before you run around spreading rumors, lemme just say that I’ve stayed up late to see my hunk-o-hunk-a-burning-manhood on the Country Music Awards (which I despise) just because someone said he was on. And in the fiveminutes sentences he was on, I realize there is no way I could ever leave men. I love them. Especially that one. .. I mean.. my husband. Raaauuurrr.
It’s not you, it’s me. May 19, 2006
So, you might see some post on bloglines (or even in recent comments like when Jamie got to a post) because sometimes I post something for about 10 minutes, decide I want to add to it, take it down and then the kid starts playing with the gas from the BBQ or I realize something I should try to help get Mari back online or I remember my Mom had a really hard day and want to IM her to see how she’s doing.
And then it’s midnight and I go to bed. Until I remember I had this post in draft mode ... and I drift off to sleep…
So, no worries. I’m re-posting my Karma is a Bitch post (cause she is) and I’m even going to add screen shots! And pictures! WHEEE!
WaY to kick me when I’m down, buddy. Nice. May 17, 2006
So, you think you’re having a bad day because you open a new design business and someone hacks you. AGAIN. And then you are late, five days, but not pregnant and your daughter didn’t nap and you gained a pound and you’re all weepy and emotional and sad for no good reason.
And THEN there’s this baby at Starbucks, where you go late at night to fix said hacking, all in your sweats and glasses and all the people working are making a big stink about this baby. This little boy baby, who is cute I’ll grant you, but not YOUR baby. So you jokingly say to the guy who pronounced, “That’s the cutest baby ever!” that it is NOT cuter than YOUR baby.
And then he tells you it is. And that you’re a mother so you are skewed. And that your baby really...
On moms May 16, 2006
#The Flinger Family#Depth and Faith
Reflecting back on my childhood, I realize there are several things I’d do again. In fact, there are several things my Mom did that I plan, and hope, to use in LB’s (and subsequent children’s) lives. Reflecting back, I realize being my mom just might not be the juicy baggage a therapist might enjoy plucking out of me. But, to quote Mr. Flinger, I’m a “New Age Mom.” I believe it means I come with a pile of sarcasm, a dash if wit and some love tossed into the salad bowl to make a career laden woman with too many emotions and mommy-guilt the size of Texas to kick my own ass with.
Ahhh, good times. Good times.
So, back to my thought, my childhood. My mom is a woman who has/had/did it all. She was home for us when we needed her. She got a Bachelor’s,...
Thirty Six hours and 12 minutes. Roughly. May 12, 2006
#Weght Loss and Body Image
That’s how long I lasted on the “South Beach Diet”. I am currently blogging a teeny weeny itty bitty bit tipsy since I just downed my two glasses of wine “per week” tonight.
See, they put this “Lose the Belly Fat Fast!” right on the front of the book. I mean, who wouldn’t want that? Ok, not you, but me? I’ll take something, anything, to get rid of the thing I used to call my ab muscles that can only be described now as “water-bed.” ‘Cept they didn’t put on their promotion “no sugar! no chocolate! no bread!”
I probably wouldn’t have signed up.
Now, don’t *I* feel like a bitch? May 10, 2006
Jeeze. Just when you get all saucy and snarky, someone goes and has a great idea. I mean GREAT idea. As in, “let’s actually CELEBRATE all the stuff we do!”
Uhhu. Slap me now. Slap. Me. Now.
So, thanks to Jamie, I saw her SuperMomTradingCard on flickr and just HAD to participate. Thanks to Helene for coming up with such a neat idea.
If I haven’t said so already, RUN! Go! Make your supermom card! Then you can be snarky later.
And, sticking with “SuperMom” don’t forget to go shout congrats to Lanna on her new Nicholas! Congrats, girlie!
A mother’s day contest: Why I deserve mother of the year May 10, 2006
I’ve been meaning to do this for some time now. I think it’s only fitting to run this contest the week of Mother’s Day. Since, you know, we all rock the mom-hood and all, it’ll be some tough competition.** (see contest rules and details below)
Let’s see if you can top THIS shiznit:
I walked in and found my toddler eating my Celexa. Can you see it? Walking in and finding your toddler saying, “MMmmMMMMmm” with about forty pink pills on the floor around her? I felt like SUCH a winner after I fished out a half a pill and some powder. As it turns out, she didn’t actually get too much, but she *was* a little more pleasant that day.
I’d include more of these types of stories except I’m currently ignoring her so I can say what a great...
Times you should NOT have to consult your blog May 08, 2006
#got pee sticks?
“Babe, my uterus hurts.”
“When is your period due?”
“I dunno. I’ll have to check my archives.”
Girlfriends, Blogfriends, and the Circle of Friends May 07, 2006
#Life#Depth and Faith
I’ve mentioned how hard it is to break up with a girlfriend before. And the thing about this blogging bidniz is that we’re not in college anymore, we’re not staying up late giggling over the boys next door or laughing about the person down the hall, but we’re up late online, from our houses holding sleeping children and husbands (maybe) and giggling over websites. It’s like dorm-life for the grown up. It’s “girls night out” every night. It’s “we’re really 14 on the inside and let’s gossip about what SHE did…”
So we make friends online. People think you are either 1) very ugly or horribly unable to go in to public because why on EARTH would you have to make friends online or 2) just that pathetic and...