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.
GNI #2 *updated* Jun 29, 2006
Hi Ladies (and gent). It’s another round of Girl’s Night In. Just in case y’all dont know the drill, thought I’d fill y’all in…
What time? 7pm Pacific (that’s 10PM Eastern and 9PM centeral) *sorry Atlanta folks. It *is* late there.
How? Sign in to Yahoo messenger. Then click on this to IM me and let me know your Yahoo IM name. I?ll invite you in to the partay. yup. It’s that easy.
*I’m here. Ignore the offline thing.
Sorry if the offline thing threw some of you off. I don’t know why it wasn’t showing up as online. Hrm. I’ll have to fix that before the next meeting.
We had a lovely time! Sorry to anyone who didn’t get to make it tongiht. Don’t fret! We have another meeting on the last...
If that damn little car doesn’t kill him, I will Jun 29, 2006
Sometimes I love my husband so so so much. And other times, I get so damn frustrated… well… I blog about him.
This morning we rented a little car because his had to get the timing belt replaced. Now, let me preface what I’m going to say by telling you I’m a wee bit on the emotional side and very tired from the pollen and dust and whateverthehellese is making me sneeze and be generally miserable. In fact, during the thirty minute drive home after dropping him off near work, I just about fell asleep. (thank god for Dora blaring “Backpack! Backpack! and my two coffees still coursing through my veins.) So it should be no surprise that I had a minor panic attack when we almost got hit by a logging truck and visions of Mr. Flinger’s tiny mobile...
The Laundry Fairy Quit Last Week Jun 28, 2006
#Rants and Raves#The Flinger Family
Mr. Flinger and I don’t argue about much and when we do it’s usually nit-picky crap like the dishes or the finances or the child’s napping schedule. However, as of late, we’ve been arguing, quite intensely, over the laundry.
Now that I’m home with LB full time, I understand that I would have more time to do laundry than he would. I also understand there is an unspoken rule that the person home all day should clean up, do the dishes and laundry and take care of the bills. It’s nothing we’ve stated as fact, I just think it probably makes more sense. However, when you begin telling me you don’t like the way I do the dishes, pick up, do the laundry or pay the bills, don’t be surprised when I stop.
See, I don’t iron. I actually...
A glimpse into my head Jun 28, 2006
I just found this poem a wrote a year or two ago:
I love you
I love my mac, too
But I hate NTFS and FAT32
Gui is my world
That and my baby girl
Everyone outta give Powerbooks a whirl
It’s all bad luck
Too bad it costs too many bucks
Obviously having a bad Windows day at the time. (When is it a good window’s day?) And now I hide in my geeky shame…
I just took you out to dinner and forgot my wallet. Jun 24, 2006
You know how I said I wanted to drive to San Fran? And you know how you keep seeing all those blogHer buttons and talk? And you know how it’s in California at the end of July? I had this brilliant idea. I will DRIVE to BLOGHER! Yes! I’ll grab my mason jar, pack up my pride and head out. I’ll just be brave and not mind that some people think I (and/or my blog) suck. I won’t mind that there are writers so much more worthy of meeting other people in the real world or that I’m a blip on the blog screen. I’ll go! I’m compulsive like that.
So, anyway, I email Mari and say, “Yo! You live in California, right? Wanna get together?” And then I think of all the people I know in California. We could meet up! OH MAH GAH.. we could all crash Blogher...
This “technology” thing Jun 23, 2006
#Social Clutz Loveable Spaz
You know how you get a super neat sticker (pretend you’re five) and you have to share it with everyone? Then, you know how they want a sticker so you’re excited and you get them a sticker, too? Then, you know how you lose your sticker in the water and their sticker is pretty damn nice sitting in their hand all new and not wet, mushed and muddy? Then, pretend you’re thirty and the sticker is a flickr account and you talk all of your friends and family into blogging and using flickr because it’s what you do.
Then, pretend you take a picture and find it on the internet and realize you actually, honest to god, look like this:
Note to self: This is what happens when you get your friends stickers.
Is it wrong that I hate children? Jun 22, 2006
Not all children. Just your children. (Not *your* children, but “YOUR” children.)
See, lately whenever we go to the park here at our “classy” neighborhood, there is some child(ren) left to just play. I understand that this child(ren) have been annoying the total shit out of the parents (:: cough :: nanny) for the past six hours but now? (S)he is annoying me. And that’s not ok.
There are kids of all ages, but usually it’s the five - seven year old left to play with, and annoy, the other families at the park. Usually one of these kids will come up and a) put their face in my daughter’s face and speak to her in babyspeak and then 2) push her down. I can handle the babyspeak. Hell, I can handle a little pushing. But when your child start annoying...
When the radio reminds you Jun 14, 2006
It’s a well known fact people get fired for their blog. It strikes fear into the hearts and minds of all of us with jobs and blog. If your blog is not your job, you will always cringe at IPs coming from the location of your employer. I am not the authority on this topic, by any means, but I do try to learn from those who have first hand experience.
I’ve been checking on my students with My Space profiles. While I can’t, and won’t, change a grade because their site gives me epileptic fits* (note: this is not one of my students. Just an example of a background that had me twitching on the floor until I could hit the back button. Promptly.) or any other obscene gestures they post, it did remind me that I am a professional who was just hired in an online institution...
The Mason Jar Jun 13, 2006
#Getting to know me#Working Mom
We have a running joke in our marriage. One that involves the mister’s balls in a mason jar. He always greets new married friends with that old line, “so has she taken your balls and placed them in a mason jar on the table yet?” Usually there’s some snickering and a “no no, I’m kidding,” but when we get home he’ll ask if he can have his balls back for a night to go in the garage “and do manly things” or go look at motorcycles. Because, you know, you can’t do that without your balls.
Lately I’ve had this overwhelming feeling. It’s a combination of school ending, grades to be turned in, wanting to be fair and give students credit for their work and torn when people use excuses to get out of work. I am often...