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.
Miss Missouri May 30, 2008
Dear whomever works at the State Of Missouri and recently found my website and is my latest and greatest fan,
Please tell me who are you. Because I only know ONE PERSON in Missouri, in all of Missouri, in the ENTIRE STATE of Missouri, and I can’t imagine the odds.
Of course, this is the Internet, so ...
Now, please fess up. I promise to make you my fan club president. It pays well. (Or, wait, no, that’s the President of the United States. I always mix those up. This postition pays crap.) But! It will make me sleep well tonight knowing I’m not totally losing my mind.
Or, tell me you are a publisher and you love mah shit, that is also acceptable.
Or a mom.
Or a lesbian.
Or a fan of Farting.
Just tell me, Ok? Thank you.
188.8.131.52 (State Of...
Mah name, it appears in lights (ish) May 29, 2008
Today’s post is over at MamaPop. Thanks to Sweetney for the chance to purge my pissed off “there’s no way she lost 78 pounds and was a size eight” self. Because I’m damn proud to be a size ten(ish). And ain’t no way I’m losing 78 pounds. Even post pregnancy. Teh. Enz.
(But on a totally related note, snort, LOST finale is on tonight. I’ll be kickin’ back some mojitos with some girlfriends of mine but thanks to DVR, I can have my Mojito and my Jack, too. Heh.)
My children, they take after their mother May 27, 2008
#Life#The Flinger Family
Hi there! Welcome back to The Work Week. I know, yes, it’s a short week which means you’ll be getting a lot of posts like this: “Ueereeiiiiiiiiii AHGGGhhHHHHH Ppffppttttttt” They’re open to interpretation and should be noted at such.
Today, though, today I will spare you the screeching that is mah brain yelling, “Undefined Object In Gems.” (If you can help me with that, bygod, let me buy you a beer.)
Today I will spare you the 115 photos we took at the In Law’s house for Baby O’s first birthday party.
Today I will spare you the long drawn out discussion about family and fulfillment and blahblah mushass blahblahblah.
Today, I will highlight only this:
Baby O says, “I’m One now, sistah! RAUR!”
Moving in to...
Reactions May 25, 2008
#Life#Getting to know me#Depth and Faith
We have a bedtime routine like most everyone we know. There is some wrestling involved (playfully with LB and out of necessity with the baby). There is tooth brushing, a story or two and a bedtime kiss. Some nights Daddy or I will sit in the small chair next to LB’s bed for five minutes. This helps with the transition for our anxious child and she has come to expect and rely on this time. It’s five minutes. Five out of our entire day.
Some days I feel compelled to run out of their room and start working. Most days I feel the messy kitchen getting grimier and hear the TV blaring. There is chaos and disorder. It bugs me. I like lists. I like things picked up. I like my alone time.
Tonight, as I lay my daughter in bed, I let her know I wasn’t going to spend my five minutes...
Little Girls and Their Daddies May 24, 2008
“Yes, Snow White?”
“Dance with me!”
“Yes, Snow White?”
“I love you.”
One day she’ll dance with him at her wedding. The dress will be different, she will have a new Prince, but I will always remember today.
It’s your birthday and I’ll cry if I want to May 20, 2008
#Life#The Flinger Family#Baby O
Today was not supposed to be your birthday. I was focused on June 15th but you had a different plan. Instead, today, and every May 20th will be a celebration for us. We’ll celebrate your early arrival, your strength, your loving spirit and your joyful soul.
Today we’ll celebrate you.
You are the baby that took away my words. You are the son that we hoped for. You are the child that laughs easily making everyone smile around you.
You are joy.
You are happiness.
You are very very busy and sometimes you make me so very very tired.
You have this habit of wanting to be held while simultaneously wanting to run from our house to California and back before bed time. It’s comical to everyone else watching. It’s a workout for my biceps. I’m thinking of...
Brutally Honest Monday: In Which I Ask For Your Help May 19, 2008
#Life#Brutally Honest Mondays
It’s a mixed blessing. I love my job. I love coding. I love being a nerd. I love being a mom (most days) and I love my kids. What a curse to have so many wonderful things in my life. I mean, really, who can complain when the sun is out, the house is clean, the clients are poring in and the work is wonderful?
My daughter has anxiety. I don’t know what there is to be anxious about at three. My toys! My bed! MY HAIR. It’s everything: the panties that must be pink, the bed that has to be perfect, the barrette that has to be blue with a bow and on the left side. She’s high stress. She worries when I’m upstairs and she’s not. She freaks her shit out when I go lay her brother down in his crib because MommyICan’tSeeYou!! God forbid I need to...
My family. My Country. May 13, 2008
#Life#The Flinger Family
This one is for my Brother-In-Law who was deployed on May 3rd. This is the only website he can get to for a piece of home. Apparently group websites like flickr, myspace, facebook and twitter are off limits but blogs about farting and being driven crazy by two small children are a-ok. Who knew?
A lot of people talk about supporting our troops but wish we’d spend less on our military. A lot of people say they love our country but vow to vote in someone who will take the last bits of what makes us unique away. A lot of people want to thank the people who fight to keep us the United States Of America but don’t know how.
Here’s your chance.
I thought I’d donate one dollar per comment here to their family to help offset the cost of living. My Brother-In-Law has a...
Six, That’s right, Six posts in one! May 08, 2008
This is a Russian roulette of blog posts. Take your pick!
1. Baby O takes his first step!
2. Baby O is diagnosed with his sixth double ear infection in four months.
3. Snacks on a plane: The perils of traveling with Cheeze-its.
4. The “ultrasounds cause autism” myth debunked: Via demonstration:
5. Spray tanning: How to create half moons of white flesh where your boobs lay across your chest during the mist.
6: Why I’m going to Arizona with my “normal” three year old for four days and possibly missing my sons second step and seventh round of antibiotics and bringing snacks-on-the-plane with half moon white spaces from mystic tan:
Totally worth it?
Laughing until I fart May 06, 2008
#Life#Social Clutz Loveable Spaz
I just got my first, er, fifty-first piece of hatemail.
The IP of 184.108.40.206 writes,
“Dear Mrs. Fliger. I’ve known you wanted to be just like Dooce for years but you couldn’t hide it any better? Your web designs suck and your coding is awful and now your stealing ideas from Dooce’s website. Pathetic. Get your own fonts.”
Hang on… Hang on…
:: PPPPFFTTTTT ::
Sorry, I’m laughing… so.. incredibly.. hard.. right… now..
I fart when I laugh. Didn’t you know that? My closest friends know that. I figured I’ve told The Internet that at some point or other.
Or maybe I should show you video evidence?
So thank you, 220.127.116.11, for reminding me to not work so much on those sucky designs that I don’t take...