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.
Flight of the Conchords offers Parenting Tips Jan 29, 2009
Some parents need help. As the old saying goes, “There is no manual.”
No, but there are videos.
Flight of the Conchords is a great example, as the fourth largest parody folk band in New Zealand, on teachable moments through the magic of You Tube.
*In this video, we learn that being pretty isn’t a full time job, only a part time job, thus enforcing the “BE COOL STAY IN SCHOOL” philosophy.
*Here we learn healthy expectations in regards to sex: 2 minutes in heaven is better than 1 minute in heaven.
*Here we find out why you don’t play with your food.
*Learning to can change my cussing habits to “Mother Ucker.”
*Possibly one of the best songs for teaching young girls that they are in control of their bodies. Oh, that’s...
Moms of Sons Jan 27, 2009
Having a daughter was wonderful. She was soft and tiny and petite. She naturally gravitated to dolls and princesses and PINK PINK PINK. She wasn’t a real climber. She was social from the beginning. We never encouraged the stereo-type girl behavior, she just.. was a girl. It was familiar to me. I saw myself in her. She was.. a girl.
Having a son changed my life.
A son is nothing like how a mom remembers her own childhood. Childhood is TALL and LOUD and SMASH SMASH SMASH. The living room is for climbing and the candles are for stacking and the pans are for banging. KAPLOW CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP KABLOOM. There are BALLS! BALLS! FOOT BALLS! And Basketball! And running! And tickling! Laughter is easy, there is no other place to be, the NOW is important.
Boys are so here and...
Four Generations of Working Mothers Jan 25, 2009
It hit me the other day that I am the fourth generation of working moms in my family, on both sides. While many young families are learning the ropes of having two working parents for the first time without a reference in their own lives, I have the luxury of knowing it’s been done since my Great Grandmother Kingery. I don’t know how she did it, but I know she worked hard her whole life, lived independently for years, and the legend lives on that she walked the hills in Colorado until she died at 103.
I have a lot to live up to.
My Grandmother Betty, on my Dad’s side, was a teacher with a Masters Degree. Advanced degrees in those days were rare and impressive. I never fail to see the magnitude of this accomplishment. My other Grandmother Betty, on my Mom’s side,...
Historic Jan 20, 2009
I’m pleased to see us, as a country, moving forward. It’s healthy. It’s refreshing. It’s time.
I wish I could get myself to do the same. Instead, I remain a 12 year old boy at heart:
Respectfully, Mr. Bush, you are a funny funny man. I’ll miss the Saturday Night Live and Daily Show skits.
I just hope we don’t take ourselves too seriously now. As they say, laughter is the best medicine… or Prozac… or Vodka…
Insecurities Jan 19, 2009
#The College Angsty Years
Most of the time, I walk around feeling confident, tired, irritated, strong. All these emotions cover my thirty-three year old self. I’m a mother, a wife, and a million other roles, almost all at the same time. Insecurity isn’t something I have time for most days.
Sometimes, though, it seeks me out. It finds me when I least expect it. And it brings me to my knees.
I can recall very insecure times in my life. These times are something I don’t dwell on, don’t want to relive. It’s part (or all) of why I left facebook. There are relationships I’ve moved on from that I don’t need to invite back. I’ve grown. I’m not the same person I was in high school, in college, in church. I’m much happier with where I stand today and where my...
Faces of our past, present and future Jan 15, 2009
#The Early Years
I distinctly remember my mom once talking to a friend on the phone and laughing animatedly while yelling, “I look like my mother!” I remember her saying one day she looked in the mirror and she was Grandma. That was it. She just turned in to Grandma one day and never saw it coming.
It scared the shit out of me.
*Me: 4yrs, Oma: 29yrs.
I was probably four or five at the time, listening to her go on about aging and gray hair and wrinkles. About her body. About being a mom. I was taken aback some. Wasn’t she always a Mom? Ever since I knew her, she was. My entire life she looked pretty much the same so where was this “shock”, this “coming out of left field” when she looked in the mirror?
She looked the exact same to me.
It never occurred to me...
Come out come out wherever you are Jan 12, 2009
It’s national (Inter-national?) delurking day. All official and stuff. Aimme forwarded the official email from rude cactus and it was signed in to law through congress. Or something.
So, hiya. I know I use my google reader as a crutch ENTIRELY too much. I’m sorry. It’s mostly in a vain attempt to pretend like I’m organized.
So let me know you’re out there. I’ll be sure to say a Holla back.
If you’re uncomfortable and need a bone? Why not answer me this burning question in the minds of all Flingers everywhere:
Mayonnaise? Or Miracle Whip?
History Repeats Itself Part 4 Jan 10, 2009
I’m starting with part IV of a series. Think of it like Star Wars. I’ll be bringing you up to speed in installments. Trust me, it’s better this way.
The story of my daughter’s birth week is one I don’t often try to remember. It’s full of painful memories I feel are best kept locked away. I hate not being able to say her birth was The Moment I loved her. It’s hard to explain the circumstances surrounding that first week that landed me in the ER 12 hours a day, two days in a row, until finally being re-admitted for a three day stay. Perhaps one day I’ll share this story with her so she can avoid the same fate, should it come down to it, but for now, I’ll wait to dispense that information until necessary.
The next part of the story,...
Memories Jan 08, 2009
Some memories can change: They are as fluid as their outcome and depend heavily on it. They can sway to the right or left with the brush of feather, a second of change, one tiny instant of uncertainty.
Thankfully for us, our memory is a good one.
Looking back through some old photos of the children, I came across some of Buddy’s days in the Nicu. Buddy (formerly Baby O, see notes) was born nearly a month early. This isn’t extreme by any standard and he was strong and fought for air. Literally. The nurses in the Nicu loved and cared for him while he learned to breath on his own and we watched from a rocking chair holding his tiny hand and snuggling his oxygen-masked tiny face.
We knew he would be ok. Of course we knew. But in those moments, those times of...
Looks like I’m in for a very lare arse kicking. And I’m enjoying it. Jan 06, 2009
Hiya, so, it appears I’ve been placed with some freaking AMAZING PEOPLE in the 2008 Weblog Award Finalist this year. Which, really, is so very very much an honor.
I also very very much have zero chance to do anything but come in last, but that’s ok. Last isn’t last, right? It’s tenth! Tenth out of all those nominations! And behind wonderful friends like Amy and a magazine I write for Blissfully Domestic so I’m not hurt that I’m last in a race of perfection.
But I will say thank you for those who are new stopping in and checking this ol’ space out. I can introduce myself best as the Mom who clearly wins an award placing her kids precariously on tables and being dumb enough to take away TV as a punishment. You can also get to know my family by...