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.

Ambition Jun 30, 2009

#Family Life

Similar to how dogs smell fear, my youngest child smells ambition. I had a plan, an actual true productive plan, for today. There are massive deadlines hanging over my head, there are bills and invoicing to do, and the regular life maintenance and goals I set daily to work out and eat well. I had it all worked out and it even included swimming in my heart-rate zone for 30 minutes and taking the oldest on time to go to her school field trip. I had a plan. As happens every single fucking time I have a plan, my son woke up at 3:30AM and literally yelled this half awake sleep scream for 45 minutes. He sat in my bed staring at me. AHHHHH. WAAAHHHHHHHH. :: hiccup :: WAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111!!!!!!!! At 4:54 when I finally put him back in to bed I knew it was over. In another hour... Read more

Gifted and Talented Jun 24, 2009

#Family Life

I have, what is commonly referred to as, “children who are too smart for their own good.” AKA: Gin and Tonic. Or, rather, GIfted and Talented. (Anyone else automatically have visions of limey goodness with the accronym GnT?) My children have both been very successful academically. That is to say, they have ROCKED the preschool scene over and over. Colors? They got’em! Letter? All 26! Numbers? Counting to 12! Conceptually adding and subtracting before age four! Shitting themselves? STILL! I’ve only recently realized the potential my two children hold. Both their teachers are amazed and flabbergasted by their intelligence. “Oh, that’s going to be an issue later” they say. And I know they’re right because my daughter is reading at age 4... Read more

Happy Father’s day: From Firsts to Fourths. Jun 21, 2009

#Family Life

Joining in with Room 704’s Serenity Sunday and celebrating Dads who encounter firsts this year and those who are on their fourths and beyond: Thank you. For wrestling. For Running. For working. For being there. First Meeting LB First Meeting Baby O First Soccer Lessons For everything For You Read more

Happy Birthday, Mr. Flinger. We Freaking LOVE YOU. A lot. Oodles. And more. Jun 18, 2009

#Family Life

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Another Vast Blanket Statement: What is wrong with children today. Jun 16, 2009

#Family Life

I’ve decided I’m the authority on what’s wrong with children today. Ready? Here’s my theory. They are entitled little shits. So, that’s the short version. The long version is a consequence of something like this: My son is two. Two is THE MAGICAL AGE OF WONDERMENT. Aka: “NO NO MINE MINE MINE I DO IT” etc.  And we all know that if you are not your child’s authority by the time they are two, they will have the authority and rule the family. No, it’s true. I saw it on Super Nanny. These are the thoughts running through my head yesterday as my son threw his usual, Mommy-Stay-With-Me-And-I’ll-Be-Super-Cute-And-Make-You-Want-More-Kids-Just-Don’t-Make-Me-Nape-Alone-And-MY-Are-You-Working-Out?! He knows how to charm,... Read more

Breast Cancer Awareness: My Webisode Jun 15, 2009

After losing a friend recently to Breast Cancer, there is a flame under my ass to get healthy like it has never burned before. Those of us left behind are staring in to her pictures shaking our heads unsure how this could happen. We look at our lives and our children and it’s not too far to put yourself there, in her place, just hours after a diagnosis of breast cancer, kissing her family good-bye. I still get a little choked up (read: bawl) when I think about that image. I don’t want anyone else to have that story. I don’t want another child to lose their mother or another friend to leave too soon. Ladies? I’m here to share with you five tips for preventing breast cancer, some you have heard and others you have not and while I’m talking let’s pretend... Read more

You’re just going to have to take my word for this. I wouldn’t make this shit up. Jun 11, 2009

#Family Life

We have a.. how do we say this? ... “tight” community. Or “compact” if you’re a car salesman. Or “bumfucking close” if you’re us. Whatever, people are everywhere always up in other people’s grills here. Last night our neighbors had a tiny party.  (Nice people, really, smoking Christians with a cute little white fully dog that always wave high and say “how are you” before jumping in their car and doing what people without kids do: LEAVE HOME.) It so happens that this particular two weeks has been warm enough to open our windows which is helpful for hearing every conversation from a three mile stretch. You’d be amazed at what you hear. (As a side, there is always this ONE LADY yelling at her kids to GO TO FUCKING... Read more

Confessing Jun 08, 2009

#Side Notes

I’ve been sitting here ignoring most everything a grown up should focus on: Kids, Bills, Work, Laundry, Dishes, Life. I’ve been sitting here scouring the Internet looking for something. Or someone. I’ve been retracing the last thirty-three years of my life and watching images of memories. I’ve been seeking people I know and love online and the community I’ve grown so fond of. I’ve been re-reading comments and emails from my college friends looking for any signs of endings. I can’t find them. I can’t seem to focus on anything today. It seems wrong I should have to. A friend of mine passed away yesterday. She has two children, a five year old daughter and a two year old son. Typing these words are impossible. *I* have an almost five year... Read more

Stage 1: Realization Jun 08, 2009

#The Liberal Years

Please find part one here. In 1999, I was living in Bellingham, having finished college at Western Washington University earning a degree in pretty much nothing helpful, working at coffee shops and day care centers. I was living with my best friend and ex-boyfriend from High School. It was an odd situation from an outsider’s perspective, as I’d call him honey when I walked in the door and he’d kiss my forehead and tuck me in to bed, in my own room where I would sleep alone. I was furiously seeking God and Truth during this time as well as consuming a great number of scones. GOD THESE SCONES. Oh, they were so buttery delicious and completely free since I was allotted one free meal per day at the shop. They are famous scones, baked in the original shop who also created... Read more

And then we praised Jesus for a fart Jun 04, 2009

#Family Life

Our goal is to be diaper free by thirty-five. Well, that’s Diaper Free in our house. By June 18th, 2009 we want to be diaper free so Mr. Flinger can celebrate his thirty-fifth birthday in undies. Or, rather, we’ll all be in undies. It’s been a long road to this point. Four and a half years of changing diapers almost without stop. There have been pull-ups, accidents, turds on the floor, stains. There are places we no longer talk about in the old house because of “that one time” when LB took off her diaper. Thank god it was a rental. So this year, we’re hoping to be diaper free. And two days ago, there was a fart on the toilet. A single fart of hope. A simple “PPFffft” that acknowledges the dream and hope of this month. BY GOD, BUDDY, Keep... Read more