Mrs. Flinger: Based on a True Story

Chivalry is officialy D-E-A-D 12/Apr/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... Read more

Prom 11/Apr/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.”

Friday Flashback: Prom

I would say, “Gossiped with friends and danced with a boy with a hardon.”

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Brutally Honest Monday #1 06/Apr/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:

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Hawt Topics Gallore: Wherein my three year old needs zantac 04/Apr/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

Mah 'office'

It’s been good to get some things off my plate so I can take on new clients. I’ve recently coded Read more

In which I offend most of you except maybe my dad. Or Rush Limbaugh. 03/Apr/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 I

took 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... Read more

Friendships 01/Apr/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... Read more