Mrs. Flinger: A work in progress

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.

Why I don’t publish my politics (anymore) (or again) (or that one time? at band camp?...) Aug 29, 2008

#Life#Depth and Faith

We’re in the midst of an amazing time in our country. People are charged. There are heated discussions happening at dinner tables. It’s bringing families closer, marriages to the couch together to watch and discuss and find a future. We’re waiting. We’re poised. It’s going to be a fun and interesting ride. I have my thoughts and opinions like everyone else. I have my points I desperately want to slam around and I have my reasons to why I feel as I do. But those points sit in draft here because of one simple thing: We, the country, the community, the people, are still prejudice. It’s sad but it’s true: Someone with a differing opinion than your own can drive you to not consider the points being made. Opening up a website to see a huge... Read more

I’ve been drinking and THIS is the post I hit publish on? NIce. Aug 28, 2008

After several (aka: A LOT) of posts in draft, finally, I say Hi. The thing is, see, I write. I used to write anyway. Then I started blogging and blogging turned in to not writing and when did I write? Did I mention the wine? I love my job. Oh, god, I love my job. I love that I get to do the Thing I LOVE MOST in the world, aside from my husband, whom I don’t get to “do” enough, and geek out on nerdy things like Web Standards! Z-index! Ajax! CMS! WTF! But the truth is, maybe, a little bit, I love it too much. Which is why I’m saying this because you are involved. See, a little bit ago, I took my favorite sister (hint: I have only one sister) out for a few drinks at a local bar. Yea. (I, thirty-two year old mom of two VIA C-SECTION.. this is important… ... Read more

My blog went through a mid-life crisis and all I got was this red convertible sports car. Aug 19, 2008


I’m not afraid to call a spade a spade. To cry wolf. To roll my eyes at my own self. Yes, yes YES. I get it. I know! I went to a blogging conference and realized I had to stop blogging. STAT. Irony doesn’t stop there. During an interview with The Washington Fing Post (like Oh My God),  I worked through some of my blog angst. It was like all I needed was for some reporter from some totally random newspaper to interview me and I’d go, “Hu. No, I see the value in blogging.” And I did. And lo, the people rejoiced. But there are changes. I’m changing. I’m currently caught up in design standards, type 2 diabites and “what the hell to do with my preschooler who is too smart for her own good”. The reason I started this blog has morphed... Read more

Children get older, I’m getting older, too Aug 05, 2008

It’s so cliche, that whole, “their childhood went so fast” gig. I heard it again tonight at my daughter’s gymnastic. A mom, who has two kids in college, confessed she pines for those early years when one toddled around and the other ran frantic between friends and toys. I looked at her like she’d been smokin’ the doobey. But then I looked again at my son, already stable and walking, already half way up the stairs in the .2 minutes it took the lady to tell me this short story, already mostly bald from the stress of my working and I wondered: “Will it go too fast?” It will. I know. My daughter says the most hilarious things now. Things that generally make me guffaw in the car as I’m driving down the road to take her to a... Read more