Upon much recommendation, I recently read “Eat Pray Love” by Elizabeth Gilbert. (It was a #1 best seller and what’s that? I’m slow on the uptake? Yes, I know.) Today as I was struggling with my strep throat.. again… and feeling just pretty much the lead in my pity party, I finished the last chapter on the porch of our tiny condo in Seattle.
She explains something the Zen Buddhists believe, that an oak tree is brought in to creation by two forces: One being the actual acorn and the other being the will of the future oak tree. That during the growth, the... Read more
Ok. So it appears that the following is true:
That pact about not blogging pissed? AM BREAKING.
(Aside: The douchebags that follow me because I said stripper? Pervs. The ones that follow because I said Chlamydia? Y’all really need to get that checked out. And the ones that follow because I said... Read more
Birthday: May 20th, 2007.
Age: Officially TWO YEARS OLD. Today. (side comment: Weep)
Favorite Color: Three!
Literacy: Knows 25 of the 26 letters of the alphabet reliably.
Math Kills: Knows how to count to 10 and can recognize these in writing.
Performance: Is skilled at tossing footballs, kicking soccer balls, pushing trains on tracks and popping balloons.
Also adept at snuggling mommy and pretty much getting anything he wants from her via pout lip.
Able to completely navigate apps on the iPhone and pick the chicken sound... Read more
Damn you people.
So today I put on my ONE pretty bra because I get to
When I was in High School, I wanted to move back to Houston.
When I was in College, I wanted to move to Nova Scotia.
When I was finishing college, I wanted to move to Colorado for Graduate school.
When I moved back to Houston after college, I wanted to move to Alaska.
When I moved back to Portland for Graduate school, I wanted to move to Seattle.
When I moved to Seattle, I wanted to move back to Bellingham.
My husband has put a one year moratorium on talking about moving. 2009 will be the year we (and I quote) “shut the fuck up about... Read more
And so it is that I have photos and video for you. Because that’s how we roll here at casa Flinger. Recently, anyway.
I love that Baby O is using the old bike LB outgrew too early. He loves to motor his feet as fast as he can go. I love the colors. And the angles. And his tiny-ness.
I’m honored to be part of Mothers Day Rally For Moms Mental Health” today. This is my fourth mother’s day. The fourth year I’ve been figuring out how to be a mom, who I am as a mom, and what the hell got me here.
As someone who blogged her way through depression with her first child,
I remember a night when I was five years old, maybe four, when a babysitter came to our house. I was sitting at the table eating dinner and my parents were getting ready to go to a baseball game. I don’t know why I remember all this detail, but I do. I remember “sitting” in the chair much the same way my four year old daughter “sits” in chairs now: bouncing from feet to bottom, feet to bottom. It drives me mad as an adult but I remember being paid a dime to sit still and quiet for five minutes. Bribery worked even in the late seventies.
As my parents... Read more
Twenty-Four hours. In twenty-four hours a lot can change.
- You can think you’re going to Vegas in 48 hours and start packing your bags.
- You can nearly code an entire website that needs to launch before said Vegas trip.
- You can go to bed expecting to sleep all night.
- You can be woken up by a very sick boy, barking and choking on his own lung.
- You can sleep an entire 3 hours.
- You can wake up to walk for a child who was taken entirely too early from her family, and celebrate the lives of babies and mothers of others like her.
- You... Read more
Because women have a sense of humor, too, as well as brains and wit and the ability to multi-task.
To the men who 1) Have treated me like a moron because I have tits but can better explain a database query than anyone in their “committee” of men 2) Doubted said ability 3) Said I couldn’t learn to code 4) Ignored my experience and looked directly at my mail co-worker WHO I WAS TRAINING to ask a technical question (and didn’t know the answer) and 5) Read more