Mrs. Flinger: Based on a True Story

Delurking Day twenty-ten 14/Jan/2010

#Life

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Confession: I’ve become a complete lurker. When I first started blogging in 2003, I would comment all over the place. I’d say hi, give a “helpful” reply, leave a little love. You might even say I was a comment whore.

Six and a half ohmygod years later, I’ve taken to reading, nodding, thinking and quickly turning to something shiny that’s about to break in the house as my children rush past mom on her computer again.

I’ve taken to reading your blogs on my iPhone while on the toilet, which frankly, does... Read more

The Inner Voice - Mommy Guilt, Family, Work and You 13/Jan/2010

#Life#Working Mom

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Expectations are resentments under construction. - Anne Lamott

The Inner Voice. “Your son needs you. His eyes are so puffy. He needs sleep and your arms.”

The Inner Voice. “You better get your work done on time or you will disappoint. You don’t want to be THAT PERSON. We rail against THAT PERSON. Be a better... Read more

Proud to be the bacon - or alternate title: If I was gay I’d totally be in heaven right now 11/Jan/2010

#Life#Getting to know me

You know how silly these things are, right? Especially when there’s a list for the list after the list of 50 best mommy bloggers (which, frankly, I am so proud to see so many of my friends on there because yea, I have great taste and it’s obviously all about me), so really this is the list for like, the 51st - 100th best mommy blogger?

Dude. Rawkin’ the Bacon.

See, during this brief moment in time, before word gets out there and people actually take notice that this list exists and that you can vote once a day, I’ve snuck in between two of my most favorite, most adored bloggers out there. The Bloggess and SesameEllis.

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{W}rite Challenge- The Job 10/Jan/2010

#Life#Working Mom#{W}rite-of-passage

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My husband stepped out the door and I kissed him good-bye as he headed to work. It wasn’t an unusual scene, but a new one. This particular day was his first heading back to work after the birth of our first child. I was starting a new job as well, as a mother, taking care of an entire human being that had no idea how to hold her head, move her hands with fine motor skills or even that she had hands at all.

I was home taking care of a screaming sack of potatoes that shit hourly on the hour.

I was mortified.

So I held him a little too long that morning, my husband, in the door of our rambler. “I love youuuuuuu. Have... Read more

A plea from a mother of a toddler who will not sleep 08/Jan/2010

#Life#Rants and Raves#Those Little People

You wouldn’t think someone this adorable could cause any trouble.

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And oh, you’d be wrong. And also a suckah.

I can remember sitting behind the recliner listening to the theme song from St. Elsewhere. I remember my mother, without looking back, yelling, “GO TO BED” and wondering how she even knew I was there. I was so quiet! The woman had eyes on the back of her head. She till does.

The theme music has changed, the recliner is different, but the person sitting behind the chair refusing to go to bed is... Read more

Haggard. 05/Jan/2010

#Life#Working Mom#{W}rite-of-passage

I recently took a full time position with a fabulous design firm as their Director of Development. I work as a small team helping business reach their potential through an online presence that mimics their real life brand. We’re, what you call, all inclusive. Or “yer bitchez.” We answer to everything.

It’s a fabulous job, but it’s an adjustment. Life, though, is an adjustment. The older we get, the more we’ve adjusted and the more adjusting we do. Including our belt notches.

The children have been simply delicious over the holiday.

Playing.

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A tale of four flingers 04/Jan/2010

#Life#The Flinger Family

In her head, “I think we should clean today. Organize. Maybe I’ll get on that vegetarian menu I wanted to try out this week.”

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In his head, “TRAINS. TRAINS. TRAINNNNNNSNSSSSS.”

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In her head, “Candy canes and mice and princesses and ballet and maybeicangetmybrothertogoawaysoicanplayalone and candy canes and coloring and ballet and princesses and…”

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The Other Side 02/Jan/2010

#Fitness#Weght Loss and Body Image

Let’s take this a little further. I believe I’ve stumbled on to one of the basic tenants of the “WHY” portion of my weight-loss dilemma.

I like food.

Here’s where I get stubborn: French Women? Don’t get fat. They eat, the French eat, the Dutch eat, the Germans, mygod do they eat. But they don’t struggle with the same medical issues that we in the US do. I do believe on one hand it’s a simple solution: Calories in vs Calories out. But there is more than just math involved. There’s an entire culture involved. There’s history. There’s the agri-business. There’s an entire western culture built on more, bigger, better,... Read more

Body, Meet Image 31/Dec/2009

#Fitness#Weght Loss and Body Image

I started this post a while back, before Christmas, when I was beginning to analyze the correlation to my heavier times and having the “winter blues”. I wanted to have a nice sit-down with myself and really talk about how and why my body isn’t changing and why I’m unable to do the things I used to or look the way I think I do. All of this occurred before these ladies started discussing things like being plus-size vs working hard at fitness.  It’s ironic, in a very real ten-thousand-spoons sort of way, a touch serendipitous, and more than a bit refreshing to realize while I was here having a smack-down, drag-out... Read more

Winter Blues, Crystal Night 30/Dec/2009

#Life

My daughter shines

I wish I had something to say. Profound. Light.
A sparkle of words to twinkle in the windows of our crowded condo community.

But I don’t.

Instead I have shadows and early sunsets and evenings of lists not completed.
I have children to attend to. A house to keep.
Clients to say good-bye to. Friends to see.
A body I don’t recognize. A passion for movement, inside and out.

The holiday lights come down when winter puts up it’s first fight.
The days are short, so long is... Read more