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.
Tomorrow my baby gets tubes. Possibly. I think. Maybe. Nov 30, 2008
#Life#The Flinger Family#Baby O
Tomorrow my son, little baby “O” is due for tubes. TUBES. Internet, I have to tell you, this is possibly the best day of his life.
Or is it?
I’m scared. He has no clue. We’re set to be at the hospital at 6:30 AM. Nothing to eat or drink from midnight on.
But, he’s sick. He has another cold. He is snot and coughing and… well…. what d’ya know? He’s digging at his ears again. Just like he always does when he gets a cold. Those damn ears.
Apparently my sister was a tube baby. She was one handful before tubes. Tubes changed her life! Tubes let her hear! Tubes set her free from anti-biotics!
I know I know.
But y’all? My son? Is about to get put “under”.
Scared is an understatement.
My son. My baby boy. My...
Thankful is an understatement Nov 26, 2008
In the words of my husband who wrote these down on a sticky note after hearing it in a song I cant’ recall: “What I want is what I got and what I need is all around me.”
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!
Dreams Nov 25, 2008
You know those dreams that are so real you remember them, feeling the aftermath, for hours/days after? Lately my sub-conscious has run amok with tails or the President (elect), a forced marriage and really hot men hitting on me.
Most of the time I don’t analyze my dreams because it’s almost always a combination of some spicy casserole + alcohol + being woken up at some-strange-hour by a screaming kid. Perfect recipe for delicious sub-conscious meals. But today’s dream was both wonderful and disturbing. You’ll help me analyze it, won’t you?
:: lays on couch ala Therapy style ::
So I’m visiting an old old friend, I don’t even recognize where we are except somewhere in Houston, back in our old neighborhood, in a school or...
Dressing Herself Nov 23, 2008
#Life#Those Little People
Clara’s been dressing herself out of the laundry hamper as I’m folding clothes.
Today, she put on a hat. And her own shoes (on the right feet!). And my underpants as a necklace.
The 170 character tweet with a picture to make you feel better about clicking over here. Sorda. Nov 20, 2008
Today I woke up having not forgotten to email any clients, having not forgotten to finish anything and having slept all night long not up with a sick husband or kids or a the slideshow from hell.
Then I remembered sarcasm.
*My window today. Rain. Go figure.
Sometims Parenting Does Come With A Manual Nov 19, 2008
For a few weeks now The Little Man O screams in the car. We’re talking ear-piercing, high decibal, painfully loud, “taking others down with me” screaming.
I’m sure you can imagine.
It finally hit me last night. The car seat! Oh Mah GAWD, it’s the Car Seat.
I looked back at him pulling at the straps screaming. I went through my memories of him somehow managing to squirm out of those same straps, of him standing on the seat as I drove down the highway, and of him arching his back in defiance, which I thought was purely that, definace, when I placed him in the car.
Until I remembered the manual for the seat. Maybe it was page 12 or something but it said (and I paraphrase):
So today I pulled that little magic lever and VIOLA! Behold! The bucket seat...
Brutally Honest Monday: The Return Of The Long Sweater (or is it?) Nov 17, 2008
#Life#Brutally Honest Mondays
I’m famous in my circle for loving 1998. Look, 1998? It was good. There was Dave Mathews Band. There was grunge. There was boots and hiking and being fresh out of college.
I love me some 1998.
So, today when I donned on my long sweater/robe the mister glanced up in his usually uninterested-in-my-wardrobe way, I was suprised to see him eyeing me. “Hot, aren’t I? Still got it!” I said as I slapped my ass.
“Uh, no, thkat’s not it. That sweater? Isn’t it a wee bit 1998?”
“No, it was more like 2000, thankyouverymuch. Jeeze.”
Tells you what he knows.
So, Internet? Brutally Honest: Is this the revival of a fantastic ass-loving trend? Or am I abusing 8 years of fashion forward?
*Sorry about the lighting, why YES, I did...
Seeking Simplicity Nov 12, 2008
#Balance#Depth and Faith#Life#Working Mom
My husband regularly tells me I am the most ADD person he knows. I tell him he doesn’t know a lot of people. He tells me he can’t know too many more people because I’m all the people he can handle.
Then he kisses me and slaps my ass in fun and turns on the TV.
Lately I’ve had this urge. I often get “urges” or “a bee in my bonnet” or “any sort of cliche you can think of here that is a nice way of saying totally lost my shit.” Sometimes I crave my favorite city Bellingham. Sometimes I need to fly home to Texas. Sometimes I ache to hike or camp or kayak. But not in the way you think of a normal person missing things she used to do before kids. No, it’s more like a lady with PMS being told chocolate is NOT AN OPTION and...
Tasstle Shoes, Plants, Dancing and how they all come together today Nov 10, 2008
I was 12 years old when my Mom gave me my first marriage advice. “Leslie,” she said looking down at my perm and blue eye-shadow, “When you get married, be sure you look for three things in your husband. One, be sure he wears tasseled shoes. Two, be sure he has plants in his apartment. And three, make sure he can’t dance.”
I looked up at her in complete bewilderment. So she went on to explain:
The shoes represent someone with a conscience style and sense of self. Someone who has drive and motivation. Of course, back in the mid-eighties, tasseled shoes were the height of trend among successful mid-thirties men.
The plants represent a man who cares for other living things aside from himself. He takes responsibility and cares for others.
And finally, the one I...
Live Blogging The Last Two Days Nov 03, 2008
Are you as giddy as I am? I’m completely unable to focus on nearly any of my other obligations. I’ve been trying to verbalize my emotions, to write with intelligence, to sit and really justify my logic and emotions and I can’t.
I think I’ve come down with an Adult case of ADHD.
(I’m currently typing this as I run in place.)
(I’m kidding. But only slightly.)
I have to thank my friend Aimee for following up on my challenge that I issued here. Since I’ve failed miserably at MY OWN CHALLENGE, it’s time I start updating, even if I have to do is as I go.
Join the ride. I’m just going to create my very own “open spewith of mah own brain” right here. And by my own brain, I mean lots of links and reactions to what’s going...