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.
Merry Christmas, Everyone Dec 24, 2007
I’ll be back after the first of the year. Much love to you all!
I hope Santa is good to you, but I hope your family is better.
Wordless Wednesday Dec 20, 2007
Because one day I might find time to write words, today, you get this.
And also because I, apparently, don’t know what day it is… (It’s not Wednesday?!)
More People Who Don’t Know What Day It Is here.
Married .... With Children Dec 17, 2007
I remember my dad laughing out loud, heartily, at the show “Married With Children.” I remember thinking it wasn’t that funny. It was OK funny. It was “eh”. But laughing out loud? Not so much.
I think I get it more now. The two kids. The money. The sleep deprivation. The lack of a sex life. The “you better praise your lucky stars I shaved my legs today.” The job. The mortgage.
Did I already mention the kids?
The kids. ... Again ...
We had a long talk last night about our life. It’s hard. It’s not what we thought. It’s more all-consuming having these children. And that’s just from his perspective.
I know you know (but hey! Just in case you’re new here) I was the one who struggled with Postpartum last time...
Jesus Claus Dec 10, 2007
#Life#Depth and Faith
I once asked Mr. Flinger what the difference between Jesus and Santa was. He answered, almost immediately, “Weight.”
Later we got to talking about the similarities. Real person? Check! Alive only in people’s hearts? Check! Hotly debated? Check! Giver of gifts? Check!
I mean, sure, the fantasy surrounding Santa Claus goes a wee bit further than the stories around Jesus. I mean, it’s crazy, right? Bearded man living in the North Pole who has reindeer fly him around to drop of presents to every kid’s house? And as grown ups, we’re pretty willing to keep that story going.
But then? I wonder. If we’re perfectly willing to lie to our children about this one tiny thing, this one tiny thing plus the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy...
A new series on Mrs. Flinger: Boosting your Reader’s Traffic Dec 09, 2007
#Work#Boost your reader's blog traffic
You know how I’ve been all I dunno if I want to keep blogging and all The Internet seems like a horrifically selfish place now and I just don’t have TIME, people? You know how it’s kind of like your friend in Jr. High who always says she’s fat and you always say, “No, no you’re not” and you know how annoying that is? Like shutthefuckupalreadyaboutthenotblogging. Because? I’m blogging about not blogging?
I even annoy myself sometimes. Trust me.
So I thought it might help to let you in on part of why I came to a head with my blog crisis:
A) Apparently I am a blog failure. According to several articles, I break at least ten very important blog rules. Namely, I don’t always answer comments (I’m so so sorry, Internet. I love...
Because I can trust you with a secret, Internet Dec 08, 2007
#Life#Fitness#Weght Loss and Body Image#Getting to know me#Social Clutz Loveable Spaz
I am wearing a girdle for the first time since child #2. It is not pretty. The mass that used to constitute my ab muscles is now squished to the top of a size-that-fit-prior-to-growing-the-largest-belly-known-to-pregnancy “slimming” girdle.
This means one of two things is bound to occur at the office party we are attending tonight for Mr. Flinger’s work: a) someone will ask when I’m due and b) I will get very crampy gas about the time his boss makes his way over to our table and let a teeny tiny SBD slip out. And blame his boss for it.
Remember what happened on our last date? I’m sure this will top it. Let’s take bets, shall we? Who’s in?
Holidays Dec 07, 2007
Because I have a three year old. Because I have an infant. Because I have a large ass. Because I have a High School English Teacher that said to never EVER start a sentence with Because, I present to you:
The kind ladies over at the Seattle Mom Blogs are letting me share some fitness tips and such on their site. Brave of them, yes?
Please run and check it out. I’ll be updating on Monday with the three moves to do this holiday season. Three. That’s it. Three strength training moves that you don’t need weights, a gym, or more than 6 minutes to do. And I promise you’ll be sore the next day.
In a good way.
A weekend to remember Dec 05, 2007
#Life#Getting to know me
Have I mentioned it only a few thousand times? The 24 hours of bliss? The new podcast site we created? The wine tasting party? Are you sick of it yet? Luckily it’s my blawg and the joy of The Blawg is that One can Blawg whatever they want. Even if the readers are all, “Stop with the freaking new site already! We GET IT. You like to hear yourself talk on top of reading yourself. Gawd.”
Luckily, I’m like a five year old holding her hands up to her ears, “I can’t heearrr youuuuuuuu.”
But honestly, y’all. This wasn’t just an excuse to promote our new site. It wasn’t just a reason to get out and hear ourselves talk. It was a revolution, in a way. It was a bonding of women. As cheesy as it sounds, it was a celebration of being who...
Look! A placeholder! Dec 02, 2007
#Life#Social Clutz Loveable Spaz
Wowzers, 24 hours goes pretty damn fast. The reality of night feedings is weighing back on me shortly, so my half-written OMG-I-hang-with-the-best-effing-people-in-Seattle will have to wait.
But look! Michelle posted pictures!
And so did I!
I just have no idea what the hell this is. I’m pretty sure it’s Laura dancing. See? Don’t you see her? And her little black dress?
You so so SO wish you did. Trust me.
And also, since you’re here, I’ve been dying to ask y’all.
Eggnog? Or no? Because you’re definitely one or the other. You’re never both.
Twenty-Four Hours Dec 01, 2007
In about two hours, there will be a running clock. I have twenty-four hours of freedom.
86,400 seconds of kidless bliss.
I’m off to meet some pretty amazing bloggers, do some pretty amazing interviews for mamaspod and discuss deep things like global warming, social healthcare, abortion.
Or, maybe just drink a shitload of wine and talk about last week’s Grey’s Anatomy and my flabby post-partum baby belly.
That’s more like it.
Updates on Celeb Bloggers At Teh Event to come. Also, drunk podcasting. Because who doesn’t want to divuldge your stupidity to THE ENTIRE INTERNET.
(All ten of you)
P.S. Have a good weekend and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.
P.P.S. Which doesn’t say very much.
P.P.P.S. Maybe ask yourself WWJD?...