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.
Chivalry is officialy D-E-A-D Apr 12, 2008
#Life#Rants and Raves
So I’ve arrived at Starbucks at 6:30 this morning so I can start work. It’s 70 degrees outside. The fog is lifting off Lake Washington in an angelic flight and bikers head to the Burk Gilman for a rare April non-rainy ride.
You can hear the heavens singing to the tune of Allelujiah, “SUNNN-SHINNEEE. SUNNN-SHINNNEE” (Only in Seattle is this a miraculous event.)
There are two power outlets at this Starbucks. One near a window and one in the far back corner of the seating under a florescent light that flickers until you get seizures.
Remember, it’s six-fucking-thiry on Saturday.
I walk in and there is someone’s stuff parked at The Only Table near the plug-in at the window. There is no person with said stuff. I order, walk around and start asking if...
Prom Apr 11, 2008
#Life#Flash Back Friday
This week’s Friday Flashback was “Prom memories: what did you do (or not do) on prom night?”
Mr. Flinger would say. “I did not get laid.”
I would say, “Gossiped with friends and danced with a boy with a hardon.”
My Mom would say, “Such good kids, those two. Never worried about them having sex and getting pregnant because I raised a good little Catholic Girl.”
My friends would say, “Smoked pot and gossiped about how much we wanted to get laid.”
Because we all know Prom is about getting laid and not the over priced dresses and stinky corsages.
God I hope my daughter is too cool for prom. I don’t need to read about how much she wanted to get laid on her blog twenty years from now.
*Yes, I went to two...
Brutally Honest Monday #1 Apr 06, 2008
#Life#Brutally Honest Mondays
Have you ever wanted to know from your closest, say, 200 friends if you should keep something in your closet or if the rest of the world scoffs at you when you walk out in public? Like, wouldn’t it be nice if we as a community, the blogging community, could band together and say, “OMG! You, like, TOTALLY have a booger!” and save each other the pending embaressment of said boogie? And, like, wouldn’t it be nice if you could tell me with brutal honesty how you’d really like me to stop saying LIKE already because, like, OMG, you’re, like THIRTY.
Or thirty-two. I forget.
Anyway, with that in mind, here is my first Brutally Honest Monday Photo for your review:
What do you think, too much toe-cleavage? Feet too white? Too much leg-foot-feg? I’m...
Hawt Topics Gallore: Wherein my three year old needs zantac Apr 04, 2008
#Life#Parenting Siblings#The Flinger Family#Working Mom
I’ve been working a lot this week. With five clients, thirteen websites to launch, and several installs to complete, I had to hire a nanny freaking goddess to come take my kids a total of 28 hours this week while I worked in my office.
Behold Thy Office
It’s been good to get some things off my plate so I can take on new clients. I’ve recently coded these wonderful sites as well as made lots of progress on some other big sites you’ll recognize here shortly.
I’ve also consumed more lattes than I think is humanly possible. I think I pee straight caramel machiatto.
The upside to this, of course, is the fact that I love my job and my co-worker. The downside? The spiders.
Oh, the spiders.
Those damn spiders that fill my daughter’s anxiety ridden...
In which I offend most of you except maybe my dad. Or Rush Limbaugh. Apr 03, 2008
#Life#Getting to know me#Mother F.U.C.K.E.R.#Rants and Raves
Be warned, Internet. I am ticked. Ticked, tired, and in charge of tiny tiny children who have no respect for “get off the floor and stop licking that stranger’s shoes fortheloveofgodI’mnottellingyouagain.”
Yesterday Itook schlepped my children monkeys to the DMV. Having every forseen document I could think of, title of car, insurance, bank account information, birth certificate, passport, photos of my children. a letter from my teacher in fourth grade and my checkbook, I figured 2pm on a Wednesday was a pretty good time to try to get our cars licensed in the Evergreen State.
It’s never a good time to go to the DMV. Trust me. Never.
I walk in with the baby strapped to me and toting the three year old by the arm. Three meltdowns and twenty minutes...
Friendships Apr 01, 2008
I’m listening to these girls chat at the coffee house. They must be young, just out of college or fifth year seniors. They splatter the word “like” over their conversation the way we used aquanet in the 80’s over our bangs. It’s obvious one girl is more in to the other. The one with the boobs, she’s the one carrying the conversation. She also slaughters low cut like a hungry butcher. The boobs, they pour out in overflowing pale whiteness.
I’m practically blinded.
The other girls is sensibly dressed, obviously the more mature of the pair, conservative but hip. She’s sitting back, leaning on her left arm while her friend leans forward almost throwing her words at her.
Being young is terribly awkward, isn’t it?
It makes me think of...