Mrs. Flinger: Based on a True Story

BlogHer 2008: A (not so) brief highlight 22/Jul/2008

You know how when you return from a trip and your husband says, “so how was it?” and then you spend EXACTLY six hours spreading out every detail with him sitting next to you on the couch trying to flick his eyes to the TV because deargodsheisstilltalkingaboutBlogHer? And you know how all of your friends are like, “did you have fun?” and then you spend EXACTLY seventeen hours recounting every details because they are better listeners and even still they flick their eyes to anything else because deargodsheisstilltalkingaboutBlogHer?

I’ve already told these stories with more to tell and already the details are getting fuzzy and I’m starting to bore myself a little because deargodisshestilltalkingaboutBlogHer?

Instead of recounting every... Read more

When You Take Swag Too Seriously 21/Jul/2008

#Life#This one time? At BlogHer?

Draft #5: I’ve tried four times previous to write my first Post-BlogHer-Post. I’ve spent an hour typing A H R E F = BLAHBLAHBLAH and deleting the entire post. I’ve struggled to compile my photos in to some sort of order that I can share. I’ve been sitting here organizing work but getting sucked back in to drafts for this post.

I think I’m speechless.

I’ll find the words. I’ll find the photos. I’ll find the URLs and I’ll try not to leave anyone out. In the mean time, I will share this short video we made with you. It’s ironic that I left a blogging conference completely unable to blog, isn’t it? That in all the bustle and hustle and writing tips and site information I... Read more

Hai. I’m Leslie 18/Jul/2008

#Life#This one time? At BlogHer?

I’ve been blogging for five years. Many of the original archives are gone or stored away but a long long time ago, back when Leo and Megan were on a fab show “The Screen Savers”, I started a blawg.

Five years later, I helped code Megan’s Typepad site and Leo and Megan both answered a question of mine on JumpingMonkeys Podcast. Starstruck much? Youbet.

With so much history packed in to a 5MB MySQL database here, some of who I am slowly leaked out in various posts. Sure, an about page is helpful, but here is what you need to know if you happen to run in to me in, say, San Fransisco.

1. I... Read more

To Old People Everywhere, especially the ones ALWAYS in line in front of me 17/Jul/2008

#Life#This one time? At BlogHer?

Visa Debit Cards.

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THE END.

(Look! No BlogHer Post!)

(Wait, does that count? I just wrote BLOGhER)

(Shit. I Did it again.)

The End. (AGAIN.)

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Ohdeargod Another BlogHer Post Forthelove When Is It Over NEVER HAHA SUCKAH 16/Jul/2008

#Life#This one time? At BlogHer?

Look, I sympathize, I do. I sat home years in a row watching people I would DIE to see (caps on DIE because I mean it for emphasis not actually as in keel over) go to a conference and meet each other and laugh and have cheezburgers and DAMNTHEM. Except I didn’t damn them. I wanted to go. I was a little bit jealous. But I was secure in my own self and I knew one year I’d go, too. And if I didn’t, it was ok. They were still my favorite bloggers/friends/girl crushes.

This year, though, I’m going. And I’d like to tote you alone with me in my laptop. You and You and You and You. And... Read more

Brutally Honest Monday of a different kind: Mom Entitlement 14/Jul/2008

#Life#Brutally Honest Mondays

During my years teaching at the college level, I had a few unfortunate run-ins with a type of student that is becoming too prevalent in our society. You know, the “do nothing earn an A” types. You all know the type: The student that never makes class, somehow manages to blame the instructor and cries until he gets an A? And by cry, I mean Real Tears And All, people.

It’s not just the old “My dog ate my homework” excuse. It’s deeper. It’s every day. Every assignment. Every test.

Not al kids are this way but talking to old Professors, they all agree: It’s an epidemic and they don’t know what to do about it except compare emailed excuses and take out some sort of Liability insurance for... Read more

In case I’m too drunk to post this later: The obligatory “I was left out at BlogHer” post 09/Jul/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 Read more

From Fear to Love: A friend’s quest 08/Jul/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... Read more

BHM: Self Tanning Disasters 07/Jul/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.

For example:

Mah arm. Mah leg. Oh mah gawd.

This here? My arm against my leg.

Jesus.

So what’s a girl to do? SELF TANNER! Now that there is a product made for people like me. Spray Tan! No... Read more

We are outnumbered. Chaos. Send. Booz. Stat. 03/Jul/2008

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