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.

OHMYGOD I Am One Of THEM. AKA: I’m clearly medicated Oct 12, 2009

#Family Life

Did I just totally gush out on you? Dearchrist. I just re-read my post and… I think I threw up a little bit in my mouth. When I started blogging, I was in grad school. I was plowing through programming which at the time, was akin to having my toenails shaved by the lovely asian gals until my toes were nubbins of bone. I used to envision this as I was studying the Java Sun Packages. I’d think, “SCRRAAAPEEE” toe one. “Scrraapppe” This is probably one of the reasons I never liked Java. I like my toes too much. But then I got pregnant, finished up my thesis, had a baby and dipped in to PPD. I remember reading people’s blogs who were so thrilled to be mothers. I wanted to kick their asses. Or drink a lot of gin straight from the bottle. I used to... Read more

Inspiring Oct 12, 2009

#Family Life#Working Mom

I know we’re all busy and yet we somehow manage to maintain this space on the Interweb. We drive to it most nights grasping for some bit of ourselves. It’s our haven. So know that when I say I’m drowning, I’m not asking for you to save me, but maybe just to toss in some floaties. And a beer. Or three. I could post my todo list for you here. We could marvel at its length. We could giggle, “Wow, what a large todo list you have, Mrs. Flinger” and make 12 year old remarks. Or we could look at some pictures of my kids at the harvest festival from this weekend. I always say pictures of kids trump a todo list. And maybe I’ll toss in a quote that is especially moving to me today. After looking at these photos, experiencing the weekend... Read more

Healthy Pancakes Oct 11, 2009

#Family Life

My son is a pancake freak. Periodically at night he’ll ask, “MORE PANCAKES.” And by periodically, I mean every so often at 2Am. It’s like he’s having a sloppy pancake dream. PANCAKES! I use a recipe from my favorite cookbook, “Eating For Life” by Bill Phillips. I literally have this book tagged in fifty pages of recipes we use often. Here’s our pancake breakfast that keeps me from feeling too bad about indulging his passion. Ingredients 1 cup Uncooked Whole-grain Oats (non-instant) 6 Egg Whites (We use egg substitute which comes out to 3/4 cup) 1 cup fat free Cottage Cheese* 1/4 tsp Vanilla Extract 1/4 tsp ground Cinnamon 2 packets sugar substitute 1/2 cup sugar-free syrup Create 1. Coat griddle in non-stick spray and turn on to medium... Read more

The Working Mom: Improv #239 Oct 09, 2009

#Working Mom

It took a long time for my brain to switch to work mode. I was so used to carrying around diapers and fourteen days worth of crackers that I often walked in to client meetings and sighed as I shoved aside four diapers, wipes, three fruit leathers and a nondescript item from what appears to be of a “gummy” family. Or once was. I can’t tell you when it happened that I actually stopped carting around my child’s extra pair of panties in my purse, but I did. I started feeling like a woman again, not just the mom of two young children. At some point, I started leaving for work with just my laptop and a yogurt. I mean, how sensible is that? Apparently, it’s just SO sensible that I forgot my child still craps himself. Frequently. Talk about sensible. So what... Read more

“IT” Oct 08, 2009

#Family Life

I sat on the plane next to a young gal, mid-twenties she would tell me later, who reminded me a lot of myself at her age. Realizing “her age” wasn’t so far gone, but knowing it was still long enough away to form distant memories and wistful longings in my mind. “You’re married? With two kids? When did you get married?” she asks with wide brown eyes and a smile that reaches her ears. “When I was 26. But I knew him for years and years. He was my best friend.” I reply trying to condense our 13 year pre-story in to a sentence. “How did you know he was the ONE?” she asks. “I knew.” I hated that answer when I was her age. But the truth is, my husband is the single person in the world I don’t get sick of the more... Read more

Nobody tells you when you grow up, you’ll want to be just like your kids Oct 05, 2009

#Family Life

My daughter is so dynamic. So joyful. So lovely. She feels so intensely. She cares so deeply. She loves fully. I watch her play and I wonder when I grew up. When did I stop running in the leaves or spinning in circles to feel the wind on my face? When did I decide socks had to match and outfits had accessories? People sometimes ask my children what they want to be when they grow up. They have answers, “A mommy! A train! A tree!” They’ll make those decisions later. Much later. And then, one day, even as they hold a job they adore and work with people they like, they’ll watch their own children and finally realize: When I grow up, I want to be just like you. Read more

Women in Tech, a living example in PHP Oct 05, 2009

#She's Gone Geek Again

<?php class nerds { public static $boy = 'stands to pee'; public $girl = 'sits to pee'; public static function getBoy() { echo self::$boy; } public static function setBoy() { self::$boy = 'Tech Boy'; } public function getGirl() { echo $this->girl; }        } $ob = new nerds(); nerds::getBoy();    // output: stands to pee   $ob->getBoy();  // output: stands to pee $ob->getGirl();  // output: sits to pee           // girls are never static thus you can use the $this->girl class techgirl extends nerds { public function lesson() { $this->x = 'women are not objects'; } } $techgirl = new Techgirl echo $techgirl->lesson();  //outputs women are not... Read more

The downfall of being a woman in tech Oct 02, 2009

I’m here at the EE Roadshow here in Seattle. I’m thrilled to be with so many fabulous developers in one location. It’s a freakin’ GEEK FESTIVAL! I’m glad to see women being represented here. There must be at least twelve of us in a full room of 200? :: fist pump :: GIrl power. This, being the first and possibly one time ever, the women’s restroom wouldn’t have a line longer than security at Sea-Tac airport, they only have non-gender specific “washrooms”. This means the boys now stand in line and the women STILL stand in line. Which, ok. But this sharing a bathroom with men is something I can hardly do at home, let alone with 180 strangers. Strangers who happen to own the pipe version. Who do not aim. At all. So men, yo, do a... Read more

Fluffy green tutus: Time truly is liquid Sep 29, 2009

#Life#Best Of

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 family in our living room. I vaguely remember doing that myself. I marvel, wondering if it’s all little girls or only those in my family. If we all dream of tutus and ballet shoes and eating disorders and men in tights. Or if it’s simply the art of attention. Of feeling pretty. Of being graceful. And if we ever grow out of that. I... Read more

Change- A Type A Mom Con Story Sep 28, 2009


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. Four days ago I stepped on a flight to Ashville, NC. The 48 hours I spent at Type-A-Mom was a transcendent experience. I met some fantastic women. I found some wonderful opportunities to grow and expand, both in my career and in my personal relationships. I held deep and wonderful conversations with some of my most favorite bloggers. These women, plus some new favorites, and old friends, friendly faces, and encouraging smiles, gave me the courage to... Read more