During my years teaching at the college level, I had a few unfortunate run-ins with a type of student that is becoming too prevalent in our society. You know, the “do nothing earn an A” types. You all know the type: The student that never makes class, somehow manages to blame the instructor and cries until he gets an A? And by cry, I mean Real Tears And All, people.
It’s not just the old “My dog ate my homework” excuse. It’s deeper. It’s every day. Every assignment. Every test.
Not al kids are this way but talking to old Professors,... Read more
It’s no secret we’re done having children. In fact, we’re a little gun-shy in the whole “boink-a-boink-a” department because of it. In the words of Mr. Flinger, “I am a potent man!”
Now, it’s not so much a good thing.
However, I have friends who want, crave, try to have children. Who may not get the opportunity. Who undergo treatments, stress, financial burden all to obtain the thing I take for granted on a daily basis: Motherhood.
It’s a little bit astonishing to me how much I don’t appreciate my own gift... Read more
You know that I live in Seattle, which really does mean it’s sunny six times a year here. Okok, sorry, eight if you count those two days in Winter. (Picky Picky) At any rate, being in such a northern state means I’m prone to bi-polar skin. Uhhu. My skin is six degrees of tan depending on what you look at.
The Sister is coming to town today. The Laundry is being finished. The Stairs have been vacuumed. The Kids are excited.
The Beer has been stocked.
This week will be heavy on the photos. It’s not that there aren’t wonderful stories of laughing, singing, and drinking to go along with them, it’s that there is so much laughing, drinking and singing going on that I can’t write them.
Not yet anyway.
So join me in what is sure to become “PHOTOBLOG WEEK 2008” among the blogosphere. Or at least in Flingerville.
This week’s post comes to you via Mr. Flinger and the Beard That Isn’t.
As Mom, I have the ability, nay, the right to make up laws the family must follow. These can, and will, change at whim. This law, however, has been around since the dawn of our marriage, well before children and obligations and stress:
Law 2 section 1.2 reads as such:
If the sun is streaming in to the room and makes [watching tv] [being on the computer] [playing video games] too difficult, it is time to go outside.
Don’t break law #2 this weekend, kids. You don’t want to know Law #3.
Last night Mr. Flinger and I had an hour and a half long discussion about the Supreme Court’s Ruling in the Child Rape Case. It started out something like this, “I couldn’t listen anymore because I swear to God if anyone EVER touched LB or Little Man O (of the former Baby O) I’d take law in to my own hands and end up in jail myself.”
It ended something like this:
“And then! Then we could stick ALL the murderers and rapists on one island.”
“Yea! Yea! And... Read more