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.

Chicks, Bunny Ears and Sugar. (This is not about the playboy mansion.) Apr 27, 2011

Like last year, the year before that, and the year prior to that and so on, it rained on Easter here. Shocker. I did manage to click some pretty terrible photos with my iPhone for you. You’re welcome. Behold! The creepiest bunny in the history of all bunnies! As we prepared to set out the goods for the children the night before Easter, we discovered some mice pellets in our pantry. Let me rephrase that, WE FOUND OUT WE HAVE MICE IN OUR PANTRY. As in EATING OUR FOOD. Easter mice: Trumps creepy bunny. Instead of leaving the candy and goodies on the table for the children, we decided (in a quick act of awesome by yours truly) to write a little riddle and have the children hunt for their Easter Basket Innards. Brilliant, right? (nod yes.) I wrote the following, clever, did I... Read more

Sticky Notes Apr 18, 2011

#Life#The Flinger Family#Working Mom

I have these sticky notes. They line my computer background, they clutter my virtual desktop, the travel in my portable office. They are text files I keep open to remind myself of my goals, todo lists, small notes. I have one that I keep open nearly all day, every day. It is titled, “People I want to emulate.”  On this text file I keep a very short list of people I admire and dare to imitate. It’s like my own version of the, “What Would Jesus Do” bracelet. What would Amanda say to this quest I’m on? Would Scott Berkun forget to submit a speaking proposal? I bet Emily Lewis would take the time to code this correctly, without shortcuts. I’m sure Jenn wouldn’t let her Unicorn be snuffed by a little late-spring hail. These are... Read more

Burnt Toast Apr 13, 2011

#Life#The Flinger Family#Working Mom

Alternate Titles: 1.  When your priorities are all effed up. 2. Pondering ways to move the earth’s orbit so days are 31 hours each. 3. I have a blog??!?!?!?!?!!11111!?!? Years ago Mr. Flinger and I found a book called “Burnt Toast” while dragging our new 3 month old daughter around Powells in Portland. Forgetting that it was written by a pretty famous actress who probably never struggled with baby weight five, no six, years after her first child was born or had to wander the bookstores at 10PM because HEY WHY NOT WE ARE ALL AWAKE, the book made an impression on us both.  Having only read the excerpt of the book from the flap, we still talk about how easy it is to give your priorities to things other than what you find important: your family, your health,... Read more