It’s a cliche, how history repeats itself.
It’s true, at least in our family, as life motors on I see glimpses of my past squished with my present or projected in my future.
Time truly is liquid.
My daughter started ballet a few months ago. She loves the pink outfit, the tights, the shoes. She prances around the house doing pirouettes now. “Watch this move!” she’ll yell gleefully as she swiftly glides by the... Read more
I stepped off the plane in Seattle to a cold wind and sun. When I left, only four days earlier, summer was still raging and children played in sprinklers. However, fall noticeably bustled in during my absece, taking over the breezes and leaves, making the air chilly and my unused jacket necessary.
I felt just as different as the weather.
I went to a private school for first grade. My mother and father had decided I learned enough in preschool to advance in to First Grade and combine my Kindergarten-First grade year together. I was an October baby and it was the best way around the school’s August 31st Cutoff.
I envied the children getting on the school bus each morning. I waited and watched and each child waved good-bye to their mother, got on the bus, and laughed joyfully, right in my little 6 year old face.
There was a party on that school bus. Every morning I saw the children have a parent-free... Read more
As part of establishing your “brand” as a blogger (or marketer, business or commercial website) you need to pay special attention to the consistency in which you present your image. This includes what people see in the tab of their browser when they are on your site.
The “FAVICON” or Fave Icon... Read more
The children played together all weekend.
They are growing so quickly.
My daughter barely fits, all knees and legs, on my lap when I snuggle her.
My son has full sentences.
I feel like a person most days. A person with a job, a life, and a family.
It felt so far away at the time, when we started this, nearly five years ago.
Now I can hardly remember my daughter’s reflux.
My son’s premature... Read more
James Lipton: “What is your favorite sound?”
Mrs. Flinger: “The sound of my children playing.”
James Lipton: “What is your least favorite sound?”
Mrs. Flinger: “The sound of my children fighting.”
I grew up in a suburb of Houston in a neighborhood with sidewalks and manicured lawns. I have fond memories of children riding our hot-wheels on the sidewalk, zipping up each driveway to someone’s house we all knew. Denise, Paul, Mercy, Carol. Kids spanning from 2nd grade to 6th, all mingling in the street playing basketball, riding bikes, coloring with chalk. The caste system of maturity as the older kids teased the younger and the younger kids gathering around toys.
This is my childhood and I love the memories. I can almost smell the air of a humid Saturday morning in... Read more
I was recently reminded of a promise I made to myself to get in shape.
oooOOOOHhhh, sighs the Internet. THAT again.
Well, yes, that. THAT.
However, instead of making lofty goals, promises, and pubic announcements, I’m just going to share with you one or two things I’m going to try this week. Will I do this again next week? I can not say. Mainly because one of the things I’m trying to cut back on, aside from booze (god, the excess sugar!) and processed meats, I’m also... Read more
I purchased a book about a year ago for programming iPhone Apps. That book? The spine still isn’t broken; which is a sure sign that I’m either a) complete slacker or b) too anal to break the spines on my books.
Clearly it’s not B.
I tend to learn better through interaction so when I found out I could participate in a class at... Read more