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.

Clean Eating Articles: Click Through for You Jan 24, 2010

#Flinger Appreciated Links

I thought I’d share some of the fabulous information I’ve recently come across. Some fabulous people are out there writing about diet and fitness much better than I am. Here’s a snippet of some of the awesomeness. Leigh’s “How to get fat skinny”. First, there is a distinction between getting fit and losing weight. I’ll stick to losing weight in this post since that’s what most people think they want to do (I’ll talk about fitness later): 1.  Losing weight is ALL about diet. 2.  I’m not kidding. 3.  You can lose weight without exercising at all. 4.  Really. 5.  You can exercise like a mofo and not lose an ounce (or any size). 6.  I am not shitting you. 7.  You can do all the crunches you... Read more

Productivity and Me: A graph Jan 21, 2010

#Life#Working Mom

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Threaded Jan 20, 2010

#Balance#Depth and Faith#Life

It’s warm for January. The buds are unsure. The clock says to wait but the weather debates. I notice this as I walk and breathe deeply inhaling the fresh smell of pine and exhaling exhaustion. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. I think about how connected everything is. There is no circle that does not touch another. The trees and the plants, the small town I live. The people I know all know one another. The business I have touches others in my community and the community in which I do business reaches beyond the pond to even more communities. There is not a single blade of grass in my life that does not belong to the larger lawn. It is with this spirit that I walk today. I walk the trails that connect my home in the suburbs to my work downtown. I walk with the music I found through... Read more

{broccoli} GIrl Friends Jan 19, 2010


I was eight when I realized my mom had a best friend. It was one of those moments in life when suddenly my mother was a person to me, not just a mom. It’s like seeing a teacher in the store when you’re a child. A teacher! In a STORE! It stretches your brain to think teachers live anywhere except in the classroom where they wait for you each morning. It humanizes them. Grown-ups: they are people, too? I had been playing with Dustin, a friend I only hung out with when my mom and sister went to his house. He was OK, but he was a boy. He had a great stack of legos, which I appreciated coming from a non-lego household, but I always ALWAYS had to be Princess Leah when we played Star Wars and sometimes a girl wants to be able to have a light saber is all. We were leaving... Read more

Delurking Day twenty-ten Jan 14, 2010


Confession: I’ve become a complete lurker. When I first started blogging in 2003, I would comment all over the place. I’d say hi, give a “helpful” reply, leave a little love. You might even say I was a comment whore. Six and a half ohmygod years later, I’ve taken to reading, nodding, thinking and quickly turning to something shiny that’s about to break in the house as my children rush past mom on her computer again. I’ve taken to reading your blogs on my iPhone while on the toilet, which frankly, does not lend one to want to paw the keyboard at a device that is usually held up to my face. Just sayin’. So today is the day for you to take the four minutes and leave a comment. Say hi. Let me know you’re still around. Hell, I hardly... Read more

The Inner Voice - Mommy Guilt, Family, Work and You Jan 13, 2010

#Life#Working Mom

Expectations are resentments under construction. - Anne Lamott The Inner Voice. “Your son needs you. His eyes are so puffy. He needs sleep and your arms.” The Inner Voice. “You better get your work done on time or you will disappoint. You don’t want to be THAT PERSON. We rail against THAT PERSON. Be a better person at work. What if you had no job? WHAT IF.” The Inner Voice. “Look at those stay at home moms. They love their kids more than you do. Clearly.” Logic has no chance. Has no foothold. My mind is a neighborhood I try not go to alone. - Anne Lamott The Inner Voice. “You can’t do it all.” The Inner Voice. “You can do it all.” The Inner Voice. “But you will fail.” Reality says my son is here... Read more

Proud to be the bacon - or alternate title: If I was gay I’d totally be in heaven right now Jan 11, 2010

#Life#Getting to know me

You know how silly these things are, right? Especially when there’s a list for the list after the list of 50 best mommy bloggers (which, frankly, I am so proud to see so many of my friends on there because yea, I have great taste and it’s obviously all about me), so really this is the list for like, the 51st - 100th best mommy blogger? Dude. Rawkin’ the Bacon. See, during this brief moment in time, before word gets out there and people actually take notice that this list exists and that you can vote once a day, I’ve snuck in between two of my most favorite, most adored bloggers out there. The Bloggess and SesameEllis. Do not ask me how this is possible. I. Do. Not. Know. What I do know, is that I had to take a screenshot of this before it goes away. I needed... Read more

{W}rite Challenge- The Job Jan 10, 2010

#Life#Working Mom#{W}rite-of-passage

My husband stepped out the door and I kissed him good-bye as he headed to work. It wasn’t an unusual scene, but a new one. This particular day was his first heading back to work after the birth of our first child. I was starting a new job as well, as a mother, taking care of an entire human being that had no idea how to hold her head, move her hands with fine motor skills or even that she had hands at all. I was home taking care of a screaming sack of potatoes that shit hourly on the hour. I was mortified. So I held him a little too long that morning, my husband, in the door of our rambler. “I love youuuuuuu. Have a gooooooooo daaaaayyyyy. Looks like it won’t be too cold todaaaaaaaaay.” He knew I was stalling. He’s smart like that. The baby squirmed and... Read more

A plea from a mother of a toddler who will not sleep Jan 08, 2010

#Life#Rants and Raves#Those Little People

You wouldn’t think someone this adorable could cause any trouble. And oh, you’d be wrong. And also a suckah. I can remember sitting behind the recliner listening to the theme song from St. Elsewhere. I remember my mother, without looking back, yelling, “GO TO BED” and wondering how she even knew I was there. I was so quiet! The woman had eyes on the back of her head. She till does. The theme music has changed, the recliner is different, but the person sitting behind the chair refusing to go to bed is reminiscent of 1982. My son, my precious baby boy, the apple of my eye, is pissing me right the hell off.  The Boy willl not, for any bribes, threats, pleads, stay in his bed. He will not sleep before 10PM or past 6:30AM. He knows what he wants and he wants... Read more

Haggard. Jan 05, 2010

#Life#Working Mom#{W}rite-of-passage

I recently took a full time position with a fabulous design firm as their Director of Development. I work as a small team helping business reach their potential through an online presence that mimics their real life brand. We’re, what you call, all inclusive. Or “yer bitchez.” We answer to everything. It’s a fabulous job, but it’s an adjustment. Life, though, is an adjustment. The older we get, the more we’ve adjusted and the more adjusting we do. Including our belt notches. The children have been simply delicious over the holiday. Playing. Loving. Randomly telling Mr. Flinger and I that they love us. Snuggling. Staying in PJ’s all day long. It’s been all sorts of wonderful as we adjusted to being home in our tiny condo... Read more