Mrs. Flinger: Based on a True Story

The B.S. Meter 25/Oct/2010

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Our kids motley crew

It’s in their genes. The minute a baby cry is heard and a man becomes a Dad, the gene “give your child a ton of shit” is activated. It’s fact, Dads all over the world will suddenly say lines like, “If you eat toothpaste, your butt will fall off.” And, “That makes hair grow on your chest.” And, “Stop it goddammit! You’ll fall through the floor!”

You might think shit my dad says is a hilarious exaggeration, but I can... Read more

Six. My daughter turned six on Sunday 18/Oct/2010

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Baby L

My daughter was born after 24 hours of labor, both of us struggling to bring her in to this world. I posted photos via moblog in 2004 to update a small and friendly community waiting her birth. They read the day I went back to the hospital sick with infection and read my struggles of post partum depression.

A million years ago, it seems. Or, exactly, six.

FIve Days

She’s grown up like this site, in conjunction, both of us changing, growing, learning.

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It’s a coupon, don’t kill me, but I do like coffee 15/Oct/2010

I don’t normally post coupons and things like that but this deal was a good one. I’m probably going to do this myself.

Here is what came to me:

Try 2 half pound Boxes of Gevalia Kaffe and get a stainless steel coffeemaker, stainless steel Coffee Carafe and stainless steel tumbler FREE. $168 value, Delivered to your home for $22.95! All Yours to Keep with no further obligation, just for beginning a Gevalia Membership.

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It’s a three step process: Step 1: Fix. Step 2: It. Step 3: FIXIT. 14/Oct/2010

#Life#Working Mom

I remember when email was new. I remember writing to a friend the summer before my senior year of college, using PINE. When we met again on campus, I blurted out, “OMG! You’re not just ASCII!” (I’ve been a geek for a very long time.)

Over the years of blogging and communicating via “social media” and other online forums, it becomes apparent we sometimes forget we’re not just talking to computers. I know early on, I personally made that mistake with a snarky comment not stopping to remember... Read more

Because this is a blog and I’m hungry 12/Oct/2010

#Fitness#Weght Loss and Body Image

I’ve started a Liver Cleanse using this PaleoCleanse powder. Instructed by my Natural Path (I’m as hip as someone in California with a shrink and a personal yoga teacher ten years ago) I’m only eating veggies and having two of these here smoothies a day.

Smoothie is a stretch, actually. Thick, pasty goo with a hint of grainy sand is more like it.

MmMMMM Sand.

I sat there, in my doctor’s... Read more

Lessons I learned while traversing the world {Part 1: Holland} 10/Oct/2010

#Life#Best Of

Look, I get it. I was gone an entire 7 days. I’ve done Europe a total of three weeks in my life and I’ve only been in places where the water is drinkable and people mainly know English, even if they refuse to let on to that fact.

So when I say “World” here, I mean my very tiny portion of exploration. “World” is relative.

Traditionally I’ve enjoyed often moving locations, lands, homes. The year I spent back in Houston as an adult, taught me the value of community. My lesson that year showed me however much I hated living in the flat, humid land, I still met enough people to miss. I felt nearly grateful for this fact: A place is made up primarily of the people who occupy it.

It is in this vein I travel and recount... Read more

Eating Europe 08/Oct/2010

#Essays#Resources

In the past few months, I’ve painstakingly removed most processed food from our home and slowly moved my food purchases to the Farmer’s Markets and local butchers. Costco is no longer our grocery store, as I refuse to purchase anything with a shelf life longer than a week.

This is incovienent, true. But as we’ve discussed, good clean whole food is not only dirty, it is work.

Our ancestors lived this truth. Why should we ignore it?

Each time I travel to Europe, I lose weight while eating an abundance of wonderful food.  I’ve recently spent a week eating like a princess. The food, the markets, the coffee, the beer. BY GOD Europe is a lush place... Read more

The One Where I AM In Germany 05/Oct/2010

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I can’t begin to explain how much fun I’ve had here in Germany. There are no words.

It’s a home away from home that I’ve known intimately, not in any small part to my hosts Betty and Christoph. It it without hesitation that I can confess this has been the best possible experience I could have hoped for. Germany, a home I am familiar with in ways I could not have touched until this very moment in my life.

Today as Betty and I sat at the Hotel Schloss Berg, we practiced my German. I said, over and over and over, “I would like Mint Tea with Rum, Please.” “Ich Hata Gerne Ienen Tee Mit Rum.” I noticed a very handsome man two tables away laughing. “I think he’s laughing at me!” I confide. Indeed, a second... Read more

The One Where I am In Holland 03/Oct/2010

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I’m sitting at a table in the train station I should’ve have been in. Rerouted from Leiden - Munich through Utrech. If this sounds like Greek to you, it sounds like Dutch to me.

I do not know Dutch.

I’m a fevery, sore throat, flu-like mess. Navigating additional stops and go on the train to see Betty. Feeling a bit like a lame American who only speaks English and one word of Dutch. And while it’s a very useful word (“met” means “with”) it’s not helpful to walk around like Beaker going, “MET MET MET MET”

In twenty minutes I’m on a train and then another train and then another and finally a fourth train that will arrive in Munchen at 17:34. I have learned so much this trip so far, have bonded... Read more

I will never judge someone drinking a single malt at 10 AM at gate S9 ever again 28/Sep/2010

#Travel#Life#Working Mom

I admit, I noticed her coffee mug first. I don’t know why, it was a perfectly normal coffee mug. Perhaps it was the size of it (Good for water, I thought) or the way it slanted in the pouch of her backpack (Must be empty, I considered). These are the types of thoughts my mind created to keep me from tearing up. I didn’t want to think about leaving my crying preschooler again. I didn’t want to think about him sobbing and yelling, “I WANT TO GO WIFF YOU!” with his scratchy, sore throat in a fever fit. I didn’t want the Mommy Guilt to hijack my mind. “You are a shitty mother, a selfish mother, a fucking god-awful mother.” So instead, I looked at her coffee cup.

At some point I realized I was staring at her. The train whizzed through a... Read more