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.

A day in the life of being me May 03, 2009

#Family Life

Twenty-Four hours. In twenty-four hours a lot can change.

- You can think you’re going to Vegas in 48 hours and start packing your bags.
- You can nearly code an entire website that needs to launch before said Vegas trip.
- You can go to bed expecting to sleep all night.
- You can be woken up by a very sick boy, barking and choking on his own lung.
- You can sleep an entire 3 hours.
- You can wake up to walk for a child who was taken entirely too early from her family, and celebrate the lives of babies and mothers of others like her.
- You can get completely lost, back up in an intersection and watch your dear friend cringe for her own life and that of her son. While you laugh hysterically.
- You can meet a fellow Seattle Blogger and completely miss another Portland Blogger.
- You can be shocked by what you can do in a day.
- You can realize you are no longer going to Vegas, the trip you need both for work and mental health.
- You can cry about that fact.
- Three times.
- You can get really sort of pissed off about it but realize there’s nothing you can do as you watch your son teeter around in his diaper bark-coughing his runny nose all over the house and he hoarsely yells “DAINS! DAINS! CHOO CHOO!”
- You can realize what an asshole you are.
- You can stare at your daughter who has turned in to a teenager in a mere four years from birth.
- You can watch her be four again.
- You can write lists, more lists, todo lists, lists of things to pack, optional plans for getting away, lists of arrangements and phone numbers.
- And in the end, you can realize, all the lists in the world could be summed up with this one fact:


- You are thankful your family is here to bug the shit out of you, prevent you from traveling, keep you from getting that last item checked.
- Because today you walked for those who aren’t so lucky.
- So shut the fuck up already and let your daughter tell the story herself:

(In direct quotes) From our 4yr old Daughter Flinger: “Daddy, do you know what we did today? We let the balloons go because some babies don’t get to see their mommies anymore. There’s a little girl that doesn’t get to see her mommy and I gave my balloons to her. Do you know what her name is, Daddy?” Mr. Flinger- “What’s her name, Sweetie?” Her name is Maddie.”

Sexy Code: Bringin’ It May 02, 2009


Because women have a sense of humor, too, as well as brains and wit and the ability to multi-task.

To the men who 1) Have treated me like a moron because I have tits but can better explain a database query than anyone in their “committee” of men 2) Doubted said ability 3) Said I couldn’t learn to code 4) Ignored my experience and looked directly at my mail co-worker WHO I WAS TRAINING to ask a technical question (and didn’t know the answer) and 5) Need to see something about sex to get their attention.

if ($sexy=="Fri")
echo "Bring it On Baby!!";
echo "We're closed!";

function getItOn($horny, $kids)
echo "You" . $horny . " and the kids are" . $kids "


while($sexy == notOvulating) {
echo getItOn("are not horny", "awake");
echo getItOn("are totes horny", "awake");
echo getItOn("have blue balls", "asleep");
echo getItOn("wanna do it", asleep");



“You are not horny and the kids are awake”
“You are totes horny and the kids are awake”
“You are not horny and the kids are awake”
“You have blue balls and the kids are asleep”
“You wanna do it and the kids are asleep”

My book: I write sexy code- One woman’s Tale of Feminism in Technology will be out later this year. Until then: #suckit.