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 Wind and The Rain Jun 16, 2008


It’s amazing how a few days of sunshine will wash away literally weeks of shit-storm. How a few sunny mornings where the alarm goes off, the children remain in their bed, your husband is next to you softly breathing and the birds chirp pleasantries to each other can remove months of chill and dread and oppression. It reminds me of my husband’s response to the famous Sleepless In Seattle quote, “But it rains nine months of the year in Seattle,” which is, “Yup but you get three months off.”

Que late June.


So we enter the time of year where web feet start evolving back to toes and children giggle with sun in their eyes. Cheeks are pink from hiking and parents sit grouped in twos and threes on beach towels near the Sound. We hike. We BBQ. We ditch work and play tag near Bellingham Bay.


We forget about blogging, stats, the computer. It’s a simpler time. There may be a writing journal.


Most likely there won’t be.

But there are smutty magazines. And bikes. And sand.


It’s a time for forgetting what day of the week it is, for forgetting your phone and for sunning in the backyard. It’s time for posting Brutally Honest Monday on late Tuesday. :: cough :: And for reading good books with a glass of wine and for working late in to the evening jamming to the sounds of good tunes watching the sun set.


It’s time to forget the wind and the rain and enjoy today.

We love it here

I hope you enjoyed today.

Slurp Slurp Slurp Jun 13, 2008

If this blog gets a little steamy, please do not disturb. The InLaws are coming to take the kids for the night (two?) and the Mister and I will be romping around like the 17 year old selves we once were.

That’s right! We’ll be falling asleep on the couch watching movies at 9! :: snort ::

Happy Father’s Day.


The Cabbage Soup Diet, the gateway drug Jun 12, 2008

#Fitness#Weght Loss and Body Image

God, is she going to post more about how cold and crappy it is there? UGH. You know? Like she’s the ONLY person to deal with shitty weather? I mean, comeon, people are drowning in their beds in the mid-west and blahblahblah it rains in Seattle. Get over it already. GOD. Or is this another “Why I’m too busy for you” post that makes me so warm and fuzzy? Like yesterday’s old fruit? Because nothing says “love” like “you’re third on my list, blog, and, well, it’s a short list.”

Oh why hello there, Internet! Did you know that we are living paralell lives? That I, too, almost purchased a skirt bathing suit before declaring that spanx should come installed in all swimsuits because if I’m spending 100 dollars on a suit, it damn well better make me look like Jennifer Aniston (exclamation point, loud talking in Macy’s, in front of the sales girl). I’ve also been feeling the guilt over the part time daycare set up we have and am trying to lose weight with a chatty little girl in tow.

Also, apparently, I’m very hungry because I’ve already told Elaine, Y, Rachel and Leah that I am going to lick them at Blogher. And I can not figure out why this is the first thing that comes out of my mouth. “I will LICK YOU!”

Dear god, that’s disgusting.

I must be hungry.

I am very hungry.

See, Monday, Michelle and I started the Cabbage Soup Diet. For someone who is always telling people to love themselves because it’s not about what you look like but who you are, I sure am obsess with what I look like. Or rather, how I feel about what I look like. So Michelle and I thought it would be lovely to jump start some healthy eating habits this summer by doing the Cabbage Soup Diet (again) together.

This diet fucking works.

But you are also very hungry.

:: oohhh, that keyboard looks tastey.. nomnom.. ::

The real goal is not to diet and lose weight (well, yes, of course it IS, ...) but rather to use it as a way of spurring ourselves on with some motivational numbers on the scale. It’s not THAT hard, really.

Within four days I’ve lost four pounds.

I’m within four pounds of my pre-LB weight. 2 pounds less than Pre-O.

And still?

The Sag.

The sag is still there. The Pooch is still there. My body is thirty, a mother, working and tired. But I’m more ok with that right now than I’ve been in a long long time. I’m OK with eating better. I’m OK with working out. I’m OK with drinking more water and making better choices.

Suddenly, I am just OK.

I’m hungry. I’m farting. I’m sick and tired of carrots. But I’ve learned that I can do this, I can make better choices. I can eat until I’m full without stuffing myself and I can make a kickass salad without dressing.

Saturday we resume our regular daily living. I don’t think either of us will be going back to before, though. We’ve seen a better way.

I’m sticking to it.

Variations on a Theme Jun 10, 2008

#Life#Rants and Raves

They reached out their hands
  icy fingers grasp
  my hang in theirs cold
In June

Parks open for summer
  empty swings sway
  in the wind and rain
In June

Coats once hung
  brought out again
  huddling with blankets
In June

A month ago today
  Arizona sunny skies
  My sister and a sunburn
In May

Now faded tan
  skin pasty white
  icy cold feet
In June


Brutally Honest Monday: The one where we go both ways Jun 09, 2008

Sometimes Brutally Honest Monday is about me asking for your advice, asking for your brutally honest opinion, asking for the truth. Sometimes it’s about me being Brutally Honest with you, opening up a bit, digging a little deeper.

This week, we’ll do both.

First, the easy part. You like the new digs? Now, be honest here. I’ve learned to take criticism in the blog design work a lot better. I’ve pushed myself to higher limits and better quality because of criticism. It’s not fun or easy to be critiqued, but I’m learning it’s ok. I’m learning that you still like me as a person, even if the work is.. well, off a pixel or ten.


I will also be honest with you now. I know I’m always honest with you in a “I’m telling the Entire Internet” kind of a way. (And by Entire, I mean all 300 of you, which frankly, is about the size of my graduating class and while it’s not really anything to write home about .. “Look, Ma! I gots Readers!” it’s hardly anything to get too comfy over with the information that is shared, if that makes any sense to anyone else who is not up ten hours past their bedtime and can add a period to a goddamn sentence anytime soon. There. Breath.)

I can honestly tell you that I am happy with my days while simultaneously being livid at our fraking godforsaken freezing weather. I’m excited to get to work on projects that I adore and clients I love while simultaneously feeling guilt and dread and sadness over leaving my children each time. I can honestly tell you that while I’m thrilled we bought a house, I’m terrified because of our financial situation and that while I’m thankful for my job and the amazing things that come with said job (a savings account) I’m awake at night wondering about the market.

And, if I’m being honest, I want my kids to just go-to-school-already-so-I-can-shower-alone and I don’t want them to ever change.

And the dichotomy continues.

I guess that’s what you’ll get here. A little bit of everything. One day I’ll love working and the next I’ll curse missing a trip to IKEA with my friends. One day I’ll count the minutes until bed time and others I’ll wonder where the day went. Some days I’ll find the strength to write and others I’ll post a photo. Or nothing at all. Some days I’ll remember to hit the publish on the comment button on your website and others I’ll smile and nod and agree with you silently and still others I’ll wish I had more time for everything.

And all of it’s ok because it’s me. And it’s honest. Brutally. Totally. Honest.

If you do a B.H.M. post, please sign the linky below!

(After you go check out mah girl Laura choosing sun glasses. These are dire times, people. Help a girl out.)

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Wordless Wednesday: A big Middle Finger to Mother Nature Jun 04, 2008

#Life#Wordless Wednesday

Dear Mother Nature.

It’s JUNE. :: flips off Mother Nature ::


The End.

If this post sounds bitter and irritated, it is Jun 03, 2008

#Life#Rants and Raves#Working Mom

I want to write to you about the joys of motherhood. But I can’t. Last night I spent three hours talking

bitching to my best friends about how fucking HARD it is. My best friends that I’ve known since I was 19 (wow) and who look at me with compassion and shake their heads knowing they don’t have to go home to these… kids.

Yesterday I wanted to call Michelle, Laura and Shea because they get it on a very deep and personal level having watched my children, almost daily, lose their shit and laugh with me because it really is funny, at least on some level.*

Yesterday I almost called Elaine because I know we both have “tactile” children and we both try so hard to be positive right before breaking down in to a huge pile of depressed, pissed off goo.

I wanted to call my bestest co-worker but those damn Canadian rates almost kill us. I know she gets it. Her kids are just older enough that she can tell me it gets better. It gets better. It gets better.

I wanted to call Anne because she is snarky and composed and helpful and funny when I can’t be.

I wanted to call Syd because we relate to each other like we’ve been best friends for years even if I only met her months ago. The same jobs, the same kids, the same college and favorite city. She is so positive, even during the crap times, that she’s a light when I don’t feel light at all.

I wanted to talk to Jamie because she has dramatic kids like LB and still finds life humorous and takes time to balance herself.

I almost called Laura because we’ve been through thick times and thin times always sharing life honestly. I almost called even though she hates the phone.

I wanted to call but there is no time.

So I wanted to write all of this out yesterday for you, while I was passionate and irritated and cranky.

But there is no time. There is never enough time.

This morning I read this, and I realized my work, my kids, my blog, my life, it is all intertwined and there is no line between them. For that I’m thankful. But damnit, Internet, if you could just come over and make my kids not so… clingy? needy? freaking KERAZY? So that I could poop/change my tampon/ walk three feet alone? That would be great.

But I know you get it. I know.

I hear it gets easier.

It gets easier.

*updated for my beyotches who gave me shit about not having them first. :: cough :: that’s love, baby.

Brutally Honst Monday: Yes? Or No? Jun 02, 2008

#Life#Brutally Honest Mondays

This is an easy one, y’all. Is it rude to bring in your own lunch to an eating establishment?

Even if they don’t serve anything on your new diet?

Brutally Honest Monday

**My Nanny’s Vote: Oh, hellya, it’s fine


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