Mrs. Flinger: Based on a True Story

Women in Tech, a living example in PHP 05/Oct/2009

#She's Gone Geek Again

<?php

class nerds {

public static $boy = 'stands to pee';
public $girl = 'sits to pee';

public static function getBoy() { echo self::$boy; }
  public static function setBoy() { self::$boy = 'Tech Boy'; }
  public function getGirl() { echo $this->girl; }       
}

$ob = new nerds();
nerds::getBoy();    // output: stands to pee  
$ob->getBoy();  // output: stands to pee
$ob->getGirl();  // output: sits to pee
          // girls are never static thus you can use the $this->girl


class techgirl extends nerds {
public function lesson() {
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The downfall of being a woman in tech 02/Oct/2009

I’m here at the EE Roadshow here in Seattle. I’m thrilled to be with so many fabulous developers in one location.

It’s a freakin’ GEEK FESTIVAL!

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I’m glad to see women being represented here. There must be at least twelve of us in a full room of 200? :: fist pump :: GIrl power.

This, being the first and possibly one time ever, the women’s restroom wouldn’t have a line longer than security at Sea-Tac airport, they only have non-gender specific “washrooms”. This means the boys now stand in line and... Read more

Fluffy green tutus: Time truly is liquid 29/Sep/2009

#Life#Best Of

It’s a cliche, how history repeats itself.

It’s true, at least in our family, as life motors on I see glimpses of my past squished with my present or projected in my future.

Time truly is liquid.

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My daughter started ballet a few months ago. She loves the pink outfit, the tights, the shoes. She prances around the house doing pirouettes now. “Watch this move!” she’ll yell gleefully as she swiftly glides by the family in our living room.

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I vaguely remember doing that... Read more

Change- A Type A Mom Con Story 28/Sep/2009

#Media

I stepped off the plane in Seattle to a cold wind and sun. When I left, only four days earlier, summer was still raging and children played in sprinklers. However, fall noticeably bustled in during my absece, taking over the breezes and leaves, making the air chilly and my unused jacket necessary.

I felt just as different as the weather.

Four days ago I stepped on a flight to Ashville, NC. The 48 hours I spent at Type-A-Mom was a transcendent experience.

I met some fantastic women. I found some wonderful opportunities to grow and expand, both in my career and in my personal relationships. I held deep and... Read more

(In Theory) I’m heading to Type-A Mom Con 24/Sep/2009

#The Early Years

I went to a private school for first grade. My mother and father had decided I learned enough in preschool to advance in to First Grade and combine my Kindergarten-First grade year together. I was an October baby and it was the best way around the school’s August 31st Cutoff.

I envied the children getting on the school bus each morning. I waited and watched and each child waved good-bye to their mother, got on the bus, and laughed joyfully, right in my little 6 year old face.

There was a party on that school bus. Every morning I saw the children have a parent-free party while I had to be carted across town to the Catholic Elementary School I was attending. The nuns did not allow a school but in the parking lot. Or at least that’s what I assumed. Most... Read more

FAVICON- A short tutorial 24/Sep/2009

#She's Gone Geek Again

As part of establishing your “brand” as a blogger (or marketer, business or commercial website) you need to pay special attention to the consistency in which you present your image. This includes what people see in the tab of their browser when they are on your site.

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The “FAVICON” or Fave Icon if you’re a human, helps identify your site in the URL and in a tab. Originally Favicons appeared on the bookmark menu when you “favorited” a site. (Thus the name)

To make a... Read more

Sometimes, every so often, maybe, I quietly want another baby 21/Sep/2009

#Family Life

The children played together all weekend.

They are growing so quickly.

My daughter barely fits, all knees and legs, on my lap when I snuggle her.

My son has full sentences.

I feel like a person most days. A person with a job, a life, and a family.

It felt so far away at the time, when we started this, nearly five years ago.

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Now I can hardly remember my daughter’s reflux.

My son’s premature birth.

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My daughter’s inability to sleep more... Read more

Your Sunday Morning of Zen 20/Sep/2009

#Media

James Lipton: “What is your favorite sound?”
Mrs. Flinger: “The sound of my children playing.”

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James Lipton: “What is your least favorite sound?”
Mrs. Flinger: “The sound of my children fighting.”

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Taking after her mother 19/Sep/2009

#Media

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Family Expectations And The Grass That Is Truly Greener 18/Sep/2009

#The Early Years

I grew up in a suburb of Houston in a neighborhood with sidewalks and manicured lawns. I have fond memories of children riding our hot-wheels on the sidewalk, zipping up each driveway to someone’s house we all knew. Denise, Paul, Mercy, Carol. Kids spanning from 2nd grade to 6th, all mingling in the street playing basketball, riding bikes, coloring with chalk. The caste system of maturity as the older kids teased the younger and the younger kids gathering around toys.

This is my childhood and I love the memories. I can almost smell the air of a humid Saturday morning in October when the children begin to take to the sidewalk playing, knocking on doors, asking if so-and-so can come out to play.

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