Mrs. Flinger: A work in progress

UPDATE TO Mrs. Flinger October 16, 2015

Because the Universe has a wicked sense of humor, after this delcaration, my blog threw up all over my last upgrade.

So I'm starting over using Craft. Turning 40 and kid entering Jr High next year, sometimes it's just time for a change. These archives will still exist in the way the last child goes off to college and their room is the same for 20 years, but it's just time to move forward.

The Uncool Post May 01, 2008

#Life#Getting to know me#Working Mom

How cool is it to talk about how you can’t talk? Or blog about your Not Blogging? Or talk about how busy you are at work but can’t talk about Work Stuff?

If a blog post posted with nothing on it would anyone read it?

Let’s find out.

Things are, in a gigantic understatement, both busy, wonderful, and terrifying. I find myself buckling under stress put on by my own self and challenging myself to push through it. It’s a wonderful scary combination of personal growth, professional growth and change.

I have my weak moments. I have my strong moment. I’ve cried in the coffee shop because of an IIS server and I’ve laughed out loud with Karen as we tackle jobs together.

My children are changing as much as I am. They’re growing and learning and becoming their own people. LB now has the most hilarious things coming out of her mouth instead of the tantrums, hissyfits and grunts (we still have plenty of drama, to be sure) and Baby O is nearing One Year.

Wait, what? One Year?


It’s a time of change and growth here. Some of it hurts. I’m learning how much I can promise and how frustrated I am when I can’t keep those promises. I’m learning that my eldest daughter is a little girl now, complete with stories and songs and the ability to help empty the dishwasher. I’m learning that my son is growing in to a toddler, complete with sign language and walking.

Yes. That’s right. Walking.

It’s only a few very short weeks or days now as he’s taken to standing and moving his feet on his own. In some circles that’s called walking.

I call that What The Hell NO NO NO.


Change is inevitable. I’m not sure I’m ready.