Mrs. Flinger: A work in progress

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.

The hope is over Aug 18, 2006


Now we need to just cross fingers/pray/beg/hope for a natural miscarriage. Numbers after 46 hours: 65. I’m now so low in my level, there’s no chance I can carry the baby to term. Instead, they’re talking ectopic vs. natural miscarriage. The best I can hope for is to start bleeding soon and have everything pass (how I hate that term).  I need to convince my body it’s over. Because it is. I appreciate all the well wishes and hopeful thoughts. I appreciate people who said, “so and so had low levels and everything is ok!” I think now, though, I need to deal with reality. I can’t believe there is going to be a full term baby when my chances are now less than 1%. It’s time to help my body face what is happening and let go of my April due... Read more

Because this is what I’d say if I just met you on the street Aug 17, 2006

#Pregnancy#got pee sticks?#TTC

Here is the kind of information you would get from me if you saw me on the street today. “Yea. I’m almost five weeks pregnant. Yea. So it’s not going well. Yasee, I peed on another stick today. And, well, it’s not darker and I KNOW they say it doesn’t matter but it has to, right? Doesn’t it make sense if your HGC went up it would get darker? Yea. I thought so. So anyway, I had another blood work lab today because the nurse isn’t pleased with my score of 47 on 17 days past ovulation. Oh, we know when I ovulated because I took this ovulation strip. Oh, it’s so neat, it’ll tell you when your egg is about 48 hours from being released. Crazy, hu? Anyway, so I had to go back in and now they’re saying things like... Read more

Beyond the Blog *added* Aug 16, 2006

#Good News

Hi. Did you know I have a life? NO! I DO! I swear! One that takes place after I click the little ‘X’ on the browser window that involves things like poopy diapers, making tacky (and very very bad) dinners and some sort of work. And now, I’d like to share some things about that life. My life beyond the blog. This week a few things started coming together. First there was the positive pregnancy test (then the negative test, the slightly positive test, and the positive test. But you’ve already been through that story..). There was the new design job, the offer from an amazing company, the news that I get to keep my current job (and telecommute) and the offer, finally, from the online university I’ve been waiting to hear from. Apparently, I got four jobs. And a... Read more

Did I tell you ‘bout that time I went on a girl date? Aug 16, 2006

Well, that was fun.Now, did I tell you about the time I went on a girl date? No? Pull up a seat. It’s really not what you think… So, last Friday, Traci and I went to a Paperboys concert in the Big Town to meet up with Read more

Because the second kid isn’t getting off paranoia free *a running commentary* Aug 15, 2006

#Pregnancy#Social Clutz Loveable Spaz#TTC

This post turned in to a running commentary as I wait for more blood results. Feel free to obsess with me. Or laugh and point. Or mock. Whatever. Just hit refresh and let the good times roll. 8/14/2006: 10PMI’m currently freaking out about how much my boobs don’t hurt. Hi? I’m not pukey enough. Hi? Someone tell me why I have to feel miserable to feel pregnant? Right. Because I did last time. I rememer all too well. I’m still tired and cranky and hungry (all the time). But I’m just not miserable enough.  Not that I’ve heard that somewhere before. Please remind me of this post when I’m crying about being miserable and pukey and tired and my boobs hurt too much. I’ll need a nice kick in the ass later. (but a gentle kick. watch for those... Read more


#Rants and Raves#Social Clutz Loveable Spaz

(Thank you to everyone for their well wishes for a lasting pregnancy. I’m four weeks. And I got two weeks “free.” Only 36 more to go (oy)!) I’ve only had bad experiences with ebay. I don’t get ebay. I think I’m a competent person with a good head on her shoulders and a nice knack for shopping. But when it comes to ebay, I ride the short buss. And y’all, that’s just PURCHASING. Now I need to sell our crap and I’m like the novice poker player sitting in a room of smoke and beer saying things like, “Uh. I have a bunch of red. Does that win something?” Damn clueless. For starters, we have to sell our 36 inch flat screen TV, our sofa, a washer and dryer set, a full mattress and frame. We have a computer, 156 CDs (all listed in... Read more

We’re a little bit country and a little bit rock-and-roll Aug 09, 2006

#The Flinger Family

I’ve talked about moving before and about how many times I’ve moved in my life. I think the number now sits at 17. In as many years. I spoke of how much I hated selling our house. And how much I hated all our crap. And how insane it made me to wait on the inspection and how much I hated our real estate lady. And now? Guess what! I’m going to talk more about moving. Don’t roll your eyes. I might talk about my hayhay. Read on. My In-Laws all live in one location. Both sides of the family. All four thousand cousins and six hundred aunts/uncles/grandmas/frenchies. And if they’re not 15 minutes away, they’re within two hours. And if they’re not within two hours, the family never speaks of them. Like. Ever. My family, on the other hand, is everywhere.... Read more

The Short Buss Aug 07, 2006

#Social Clutz Loveable Spaz

I told you people not to let me out in public. Didn’t I say that? Therefore, don’t be surprised when I tell you the following is in fact, real, and not made up or embellished for blog’s sake. I have witnesses. Hi. I’m a spaz. Read more

No room to breath: Tales from a one-income family Aug 02, 2006

I’ve been doing the bills today because Look at that! It’s the first of the f’in month! AGAIN! and I decided to write down our income verses expence. You know, like educated, good financial planners do? I think it’s called a b-u-d-g-e-t but I can’t be too certain. Anyway, having written down our bills, our average monthly expense, the rent and our miscellaneous items (like shelling out 300 bucks a month for GAS thanks to an hour commute for the mister) I came up with… TADA! We can officially no longer afford shit tissue. (I hear aloe leaves are better anyway.) The thing about finances is that (much like PPD) nobody talks numbers. I don’t want to pry. I don’t want to brag. I don’t want to wine and bitch that we’re poor... Read more