Mrs. Flinger: Based on a True Story

How to not write like a douche 28/Apr/2010

#Life#Mother F.U.C.K.E.R.#Rants and Raves

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Listen up, Blogosphere. This is part 1 of a 3 part series.

That’s right. What I have to say is so important, I am going to do it in three installments. This? Is number one.

Here is a short post on how to not write like a douche.

Its, It’s
Its is possessive. The book is torn and its page is wrinkled.
It’s is a contraction of it and is. It’s about to rain.

You’re vs Your
Editors note: This one makes my tongue curl to the back of my throat and sputter strange noises only gophers understand, so listen up.
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I started Weight Watchers last week possibly not a day too soon. 25/Apr/2010

#Fitness#Weght Loss and Body Image

About a week ago, I decided to join Weight Watchers. I’ve posted a lot of my weight loss struggle here, and as it turns out, I’m still at the exact.same.weight I was after having losing the Man Child’s pregnancy weight.

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That very same Man Child, the apple of his Mother’s Eye, announced something last week:

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Sometimes you just have to laugh 24/Apr/2010

#Life

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One of the greatest joys of having children is how they “keep you young.” (And by that I mean give you gray hair and wrinkles).

My children come from a long line of silly.

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Their dad and I are silly.
My New Favorite Shot EVAH

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Flinger FAQ 21/Apr/2010

#Life#Getting to know me#The Flinger Family

It’s been a long time that I’ve been blogging in this little space. There are a lot of things you already know about me. You know more about my womanly cycle than I do most of the time and you know how to talk my engineer husband in to getting a vasectomy. You know the day I knew I would marry him and you knew the day I peed on a used pregnancy test and called the doctor sobbing because I wasn’t ready for another baby. You were with me during the Read more

I asked for a barn.. I got a barn. 18/Apr/2010

#Life

A long while back, I asked for a barn.

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Today, I have a barn.

There’s something about moving to “the country.”  And by “something” I mean A HECKOFA lot of work.

There’s the septic system that can be blocked by trees.

There’s the old kitchen oven that may or may not work.

Perhaps you lose a hen. Or two.

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There’s the riding lawnmower that worked..... Read more

The plight of the working mom 14/Apr/2010

#Life#Best Of#Working Mom

Three year olds are assholes. It’s true. It’s been documented somewhere. Probably on twitter or a wiki or something. Three year olds make 13 year olds familiar. Moody. Cranky. Angsty. Parenting a three year old (or a nearly three in my case) prepares you for the upcoming hormonal swings and mood changes akin to knife fights in gay bars.

Working gives me some perspective. I’m able to look at my adorable children and appreciate their innocence. I can hear their whines and love them because I do not get enough.

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HA! Did you read that? I almost didn’t make it through with a straight face.

In reality, yes, I... Read more

The Next Time I Move, It Will Be Via Tornado 13/Apr/2010

#Life

We set up the wardrobes yesterday. This is a much better system than the piles of boxes we’ve been living under. In theory, that is.

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I started setting up the different shelves, organizing all the things I thought so important to force my good friends to spend an entire day moving with us.

I started with undies and socks, you know, important things. Moved on to hang-up items, shoes, scarves, sweats, workout stuff, shit I don’t wear any more, shit I shouldn’t wear any more, shit I don’t fit any more, shit I never want to fit in to again.

That’s when it hit me: WOW I have a LOT OF SHIT.

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My Very Own Jillian Michaels 08/Apr/2010

#Fitness#Weght Loss and Body Image

Funny thing about Teh Interwebz: You just might find out someone lives 1.1 miles from your new home. And that someone just might be like SO SUPAH AWESOME that you trade emails and find out you’re eight thousand shades of the same. Maybe you even share the same tummy issues and love of wine and eating clean and working out.

So maybe you start hanging out.

Funny thing about hanging out with someone sorta like you: It freaks people out. You mean there are TWO OF YOU?! Yes! YES THERE IS. And that somone maybe happens to attend the same boot-camp class you do at the YMCA and probably has seen you there before but now you know to look for each other. And maybe you sort of wish you didn’t, but not until after the fact.

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Given the Ability to Fail 05/Apr/2010

#Life

A common theme within our family conversations as of late center around the ability to fail. We, the Flingers, believe failure is not only acceptable, but completely necessary. Taking away the ability to fail creates a chasm between lessons ultimately preventing the ability to make the proper choice later.

We let our children fail.

We allow ourselves to fail.

We analyze, talk about, and come back from our failures.

Failing. Is. Ok.

It’s hard, as a mother, to allow your children to fall knowing you could’ve stopped it. It’s hard to watch them struggle when you can simply step in and complete it with them twice as fast. It’s difficult to hash out topics with your spouse knowing you’ll disagree or patiently waiting on a... Read more