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.
In case I’m too drunk to post this later: The obligatory “I was left out at BlogHer” post Jul 09, 2008
#Life#This one time? At BlogHer?
It’s nigh. That Conference I won a trip to? That Conference I practically shit myself in total an utter fear because OH MAI GAWD I get to meet these people that I’ve read and, like, TOTALLY have a girl crush on? (Too many to link to holyhell I love you people)
And oh dear god, they get to meet me.
Thankfully, two of my dearest friends are traveling with me. This means several things, 1) I have someone to sit with at the lunch table already to talk with so I can put away my inner 13 year old 2) they already love mebecause of in spite of my nervous-gassy stomach and 3) I will introduce and be introduced to many many bloggers, famous, not-so-famous, well known (no, wait, that means famous) and quiet, but amazing, amazing women.
And 4) I will probably be too wobbly to...
From Fear to Love: A friend’s quest Jul 08, 2008
#Life#Depth and Faith
It’s no secret we’re done having children. In fact, we’re a little gun-shy in the whole “boink-a-boink-a” department because of it. In the words of Mr. Flinger, “I am a potent man!”
Now, it’s not so much a good thing.
However, I have friends who want, crave, try to have children. Who may not get the opportunity. Who undergo treatments, stress, financial burden all to obtain the thing I take for granted on a daily basis: Motherhood.
It’s a little bit astonishing to me how much I don’t appreciate my own gift of birthing to healthy babies. Some days I look at our children in marvel and wonder and think I may explode from the sheer love of having these people in my life. Other days I wonder what-the-hell and when I can get back to...
BHM: Self Tanning Disasters Jul 07, 2008
#Life#Brutally Honest Mondays
You know that I live in Seattle, which really does mean it’s sunny six times a year here. Okok, sorry, eight if you count those two days in Winter. (Picky Picky) At any rate, being in such a northern state means I’m prone to bi-polar skin. Uhhu. My skin is six degrees of tan depending on what you look at.
This here? My arm against my leg.
So what’s a girl to do? SELF TANNER! Now that there is a product made for people like me. Spray Tan! No Sun! Half the cancer!
Over the years, I’ve tried literally tens of fifties of self tanning products. I’ve been orange. I’ve been burgundy. I’ve had disastrous streaks. I’ve had nightmares about my orange fat.
So, see, me ‘n self tanner go way back.
We are outnumbered. Chaos. Send. Booz. Stat. Jul 03, 2008
Preparations are being made Jul 02, 2008
The Sister is coming to town today. The Laundry is being finished. The Stairs have been vacuumed. The Kids are excited.
The Beer has been stocked.
Photos for My Brother in Law off playing in the sandbox.