This week will be heavy on the photos. It’s not that there aren’t wonderful stories of laughing, singing, and drinking to go along with them, it’s that there is so much laughing, drinking and singing going on that I can’t write them.
Not yet anyway.
So join me in what is sure to become “PHOTOBLOG WEEK 2008” among the blogosphere. Or at least in Flingerville.
This week’s post comes to you via Mr. Flinger and the Beard That Isn’t.
As Mom, I have the ability, nay, the right to make up laws the family must follow. These can, and will, change at whim. This law, however, has been around since the dawn of our marriage, well before children and obligations and stress:
Law 2 section 1.2 reads as such:
If the sun is streaming in to the room and makes [watching tv] [being on the computer] [playing video games] too difficult, it is time to go outside.
Don’t break law #2 this weekend, kids. You don’t want to know Law #3.
Last night Mr. Flinger and I had an hour and a half long discussion about the Supreme Court’s Ruling in the Child Rape Case. It started out something like this, “I couldn’t listen anymore because I swear to God if anyone EVER touched LB or Little Man O (of the former Baby O) I’d take law in to my own hands and end up in jail myself.”
It ended something like this:
“And then! Then we could stick ALL the murderers and rapists on one island.”
“Yea! Yea! And... Read more
Last night I had my first, full fledged panic attack. I haven’t had one in years, not since our car was totaled passing through a green light by a 19 year old on her cell. I used to have them on and off for a full two years or so after that day. It was almost always related to driving and it was almost always short lived and managable.
Last night, at 1:00 AM as I crawled in to bed, I literally thought I was going to die.
My throat closed.
My heart raced.
My head spinned.
I ran through the list of possibilities: allergies? virus? heart... Read more
There are some things in my life now that are so familiar, I can recall the smells and sounds as if I’m standing there, ten or twenty years ago. Others are so new and wirey, I can barely choke down the change before time is up and new smells and sounds arrive.
This morning on my jog, I turned the corner to the downhill in front of our street and saw the Cascade Range. It exudes summertime right now with the blue shadows and dusts of snow. It is one of those familiar sights to me while running that make this place home. I’m nearly 19 again running in cross country or... Read more
If I am going to be Brutally Honest with you today, Internet, let me tell you this:
I do not feel like blogging today. Blogging can suckit.
The cop that gave me a ticket in front of our friends because I was driving three miles over the previous speed limit prior to the change on a down-hill can suckit.
The thirty minutes I spent looking for my keys can suckit.
This Monday can suckit.*
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Taking my new addiction just a little too far:
That’s right. I’m a geek.
*hat tip to Karen for the
link and to
I’ve mentioned on perhaps only a half million occasions, that I have a slight tendency to hypochondria. :: GASP :: I know! Right? Like you had NO IDEA I’d be this way.
So when I smacked my head on the kids’ bunk bed tonight, I immediately turn to Mr. Flinger (who turns 34 today) and ask, “Are my pupils ok?”
Because hi, that is the natural next question.
I spent the next two or three hours playing with my eyeballs in the bathroom mirror. :: click light on :: pupils contract! :: click light off :: pupils dilate!... Read more
I mentioned my unfortunate need to exclaim “I will LICK you!” when I hear people I love will be going to BlogHer. I’d like to say I’m pretty much joking but given enough of the sauce, I may not be.
How is this brutally honest? The part of the “drinking of Teh Sauce” or the part about sharing germs via my tounge that is truly disgusting and sending people grabbing their purell?
To be Brutally Honest with you there are two things you need to know before I pull out the licks.
1. I love you. I read you. I sweartogod I... Read more