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It’s Mardi Gras, Mutha Fuckas!!

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Welcome to the jungle, baby! ScarletMom is back from Mardi Gras and let me tell you, I was born to do Mardi Gras in New Orleans. We stormed Bourbon Street and it will never be the same. Holy shit! From getting body paint (the picture is the body painter, not me) to getting so many beads I couldn’t carry them all to shocking everyone around me, Mardi Gras is my soulmate when it comes to parties.

I tried to get a picture flashing in front of the Jesus people but they kept jumping in front of me. Sinners the bunch of them! I don’t care where I go when I die; just make sure I’m on the A-list for the parties.

As many of you know I love to do things solely for their jaw-dropping power and “wow” factor. This was accomplished at Mardi Gras. The best part of our trip was when a couple approached us and asked Drew for a string of his beads (bartering at its best). She offered to let us both fondle her boobs. We made the deal and she lifted her shirt. After the fondling she hugged me good-bye and gave me a kiss…and what a kiss! The “WOW” uttered from Drew and the seven and half minute recovery time needed by Mr. Shocker to regain his composure was epic. I apologize for not having a photo or video of the event. :)

We ended the night where else, but a strip club. Mr. Shocker folded length-wise about forty $1 bills and laid them all along the stage for all five of us to use for lap dances. Another epic event. I love strip clubs and they love me. It was an absolute blast. (Mr. & Mrs. Shocker got their name because I explained to them what “the Shocker” is. If you don’t know, Google it.)

I haven’t known Drew for very long and this was the first time I met his friends. I have to say all of them (Drew included) are among the finest people I have met and some seriously fun people, too. I would party with these guys any day of the week. You guys rock!!

Next year in Mardi Gras!!

Still Rockin’ It
Scarlet Mom

PS The very top picture is me in the very cool Mardi Gras mask that was a gift from Drew. How awesome is that?

Saying “I Love You” Isn’t Just for Valetine’s Day

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Today, my Facebook page is flooded with posts about flowers, chocolates, and special dinners. But my absolute favorite post was this one:

This morning I said to Brenda, “Happy Valentines Day, wife.”. She replied, “You make every day Valentines day…” and kissed me. I am going to redouble my efforts in that regard, every day. She deserves it…

I agree with my friend, Marty. Every day should be Valentine’s Day. Just like every day should be Mother’s Day and Father’s Day and your kid’s day…you get my drift.

I think it’s a wonderful sentiment to buy flowers and chocolates and have a special date night on these occasions. But don’t wait. Make everyday special. Every morning when you wake up, take the time to tell your special lady how gorgeous she looks. Stroke her hair and give her a kiss before the kids come bouncing in. Ladies, when your man is still sleeping, edge up next to him and spoon with him. Shower him with kisses. If you can do this naked, even better! Show that special someone that you care every single day. Once a year is surely not enough.

Happy Valentine’s Day to all you lovers out there. Make this the start of a brand new year of showing your love every single day!

Still Rockin’ It
Scarlet Mom

Moms Truly Know The Definition of Exhaustion

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I’m tired. Really, truly tired and exhausted. I love my little guy “infinity plus one” (as he puts it) but sometimes the pressure is just too much and feel I just can’t go one more day.

Most parents would agree that their little one is beyond perfect. Mine is, too. But the reality is my sweet boy is ADHD and the past week has been littered with him trying to talk back, trying to negotiate for more TV time, more computer time, not doing his school work and, most recently, and full-out temper tantrum and melt down. He has been doing so perfectly well I should have known that we were due. All of this stress brings on my migraines and one exhausted mama. It’s a vicious circle.

But then I remember to breathe. I remember that we, as a society, cling too tightly to the word “normal” and what our inner circle deems appropriate. I try to remember what my studies of The Buddha have taught me about attachment and clinging; how we all tend to cling to what humanity dictates normal behaviors, punishments, and societal norms.

I breathe and remember that I’m doing the best I can.

I breathe and remember that my son is doing the best he can.

And so, instead of wondering what everyone else would do in this situation I followed my heart. My son and I sat down and talked about what was going on. He did lose some privileges for a day but most of all, this exercise taught him to verbalize what is going on his young little head and heart. By doing this exercise repeatedly, I believe it will help him to avoid these melt-downs in the future. Anger tends to come from any unresolved emotion, be it sadness, hurt, loneliness, etc. Helping him verbalize his feelings helps us both come up with some good future solutions.

Am I still tired? OMG, yes. But I feel so much more at peace and I’m actually sleeping…we both are. Motherhood is tough but it is so rewarding. Especially when he says things to me like this:

“Mommy, has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?”
“Do you like my devilishly handsome good looks?”
“Do I look awesome?”
“Oh, my mommy is the best mommy in the whole wide world….” (singing)
“Mommy, I found inner peace because of you teaching me meditation.”

To all of you moms out there, keep on rockin’ motherhood. Life wouldn’t be what it is without you. But don’t forget to love yourself, hug yourself, and take a break once in a while and take a little nap.

Still Rockin’ It
Scarlet Mom

Never Arrive Empty Handed

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I hope that every man reading this knows that you never, ever, arrive at anyone’s door empty-handed. For that matter, every person reading this should know the same. Never arrive as an invited guest empty-handed. It is incredibly rude.

The Art of Manliness just posted a blog about this and he gives some great pointers about it.

An important rule to remember is that you should never bring anything that makes more work for your hosts. The best example is that of flowers: If you bring a cello-wrapped bouquet, your hostess must stop what she is doing, find a vase, trim the ends from the flowers and greenery, arrange the bouquet, and find a place for it. If you’re giving flowers, be sure to bring a bouquet that is already arranged in a vase.

Likewise, never bring food to add to the menu unless your hostess has specifically requested you do so. If you’d like to bring food or drink as your gift, make sure your hosts understand that the gift is for their enjoyment, and you don’t expect them to share it with their guests.

Personally, I don’t see anything wrong with bringing food for a get together as long as it is already prepared and ready to put out. It should not require any further prep even if you are the one doing all the prep. The host or hostess will already be busy in his or her kitchen; you will only be in the way.

On this same note, a gentleman should know the ins and outs of gift giving for dates. This is a delicate yet important part of dating and a real man knows how to do this correctly. A friend of mine was telling me about a first date that showed up at a restaurant carrying a gas station bouquet, complete with baby’s breath, ferns, and carnations. The stems were even wrapped with green tape. Sorry dude, you don’t even get an “A” for effort. A single stem rose would have been the perfect thing to take to my friend and cost him next to nothing. Class, not money, wins every time.

So what are the gifts that you should give on a first date or or while dating when you are smitten with your new love? It’s only natural in our commercial world to want to get your plastic out and start spending but try to resist. The smallest amount of imagination shows forethought and kindness and it shows that you listen well, which in a man’s case is hugely to his advantage when dating. Listen to her and surprise her now and later, much later. Take note of the little things she mentions and surprise her with them as you progress in your dating. These little gifts will win her heart like nothing else. Infrequently surprising your partner with gifts is wonderful. Don’t ever forget that.

Here are some great gift ideas:

Small bunches of natural flowers
No carnations (they are cheap fillers); go to an actual flower store, not the grocery store. Do not get a dozen roses (you can do that with your eyes closed) and have the florist help you hand select a beautiful bouquet.

His/her perfume or cologne
Add the body lotion, powder, after shave lotion. Complete his/her set; how flattering that you took the time to notice the brand.

Cards and messages
No eCards, an actual card from a store; write something in it, don’t just sign your name.

Prepare your date dinner
Nothing says I love you like cooking or baking.

Theater and concert tickets
Is there something he or she has been wanting to see? Splurge for the good seats. Don’t forget a nice dinner beforehand.

Paying for a small trip
If you commit, commit for the whole thing. Don’t let your partner pay for anything (cheap dates really suck). Plan some really romantic things during your trip.

A well-researched book
This shows you really listen to him or her.

Finding that perfect someone is not easy. When you do, treat them right. And never, ever, take the cheap route.

Still Rockin’ It
Scarlet Mom

Where Have All The Real Men Gone?

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Remember the old adage “All the good men are either married or gay?” Well, it’s dead-on right. Did an entire generation of mothers fail us miserably? Were they unable to raise amazing, wonderful sons who know how to treat a woman? Or is it society’s fault? Is it the fault of the current generation of women who let these men get away with murder and become so…unacceptable?

I am taking a hiatus from dating. I can’t take any more bad dates and pathetic men. I asked around and got some unbelievable first date stories. Some of these belong to me; some to friends.

The date whose breath was so bad you could barely stand to talk to him. To top it off, he berates you all night because of your hair cut and your parking choice.

The date who asks if you want will pay for dinner because he has no money. (Sadly, I got a lot of these stories. This has happened to me too many times only because they are just cheap.)

The date who asks for someone else’s phone number while on a date with you. I also had a date invite some hooker-looking “ladies” to join us at the bar. He was classy.

A guy friend told me his date wasn’t working out so he politely told the girl. She became very upset and starting asking what was wrong with her. She then started asking him if he had any friends he could set her up with. Wow.

The endless dates that you leave (running out the back) because they are so boring, whiny, smelly, ungroomed, dressed like a hooker, too touchy, or start kissing on you within thirty minutes. Yuck.

Let’s not forget on-line dating and dating services. Dates that are 30 pounds heavier than their picture, 20 years older than their picture, or 25 years older than they’re supposed to be. It’s never ending.

I went to training with a guy who had no skills when it came to women. He had been married for twenty-something years and was a complete buffoon. He would walk through doors and let them slam closed on women behind him; he refused to bring the car around and pick others up in the rain. First of all, how could his wife allow this? Shame on her. Second, there is no excuse. Every one of us has the opportunity to educate and better ourselves and be a polite, contributing member of society.

I put off writing this blog because I was having trouble coming up with the words to describe the man that I was looking for without sounding like a complete bitch. But Single Dad Laughing blogged those words beautifully today. He was talking about dads but his words translate perfectly for all men, for Real Men. So I quote Single Dad Laughing in order to define a Real Man:

And while level of income will never define a man, level of dedication to the betterment of living for one’s family most certainly will.

There is no doubt that it is the duty of a man to provide for his family. A real man never questions this, and he never does anything less than what it takes to keep a roof over his family’s heads and food spread across his family’s table.

Real men don’t slack off or sit idly by. A real man is never content giving less than his all to his job and to his career. He is never content pushing for anything less than advancement in his position and increase in his fiscal situation.

He certainly doesn’t find happiness not working, sucking the system dry, freeloading government assistance while he does little or nothing to improve his, or his family’s situation.

A real man is also never content sitting home, ushering his wife out the door each day to go fight and fend for the family’s needs.

A real man does not hide behind a lack of education, lack of skill, or self-declared lack of ability. He doesn’t sit home, halfheartedly attempting to find employment, hiding behind the headlines of bad economies, tough hiring situations, or refusing to take jobs that are “below” his dignity. He doesn’t love the concept of unemployment income more than he loves the satisfaction that comes from bringing home a paycheck to his family each month.

He also doesn’t expect the world to hand him success or abundance on a silver platter. He understands that nothing worthwhile in life comes easy or free, and that even though he can’t always give his family a better life as soon as the following day or even the following year, over time, he does have the ability.

Real men are ambitious and they are motivated; they rise from whatever level they currently find themselves, and they always work to attain that next step up. A real man doesn’t permit himself to believe he’s forever trapped in a system or an income that he unmistakably knows he could improve.

If it’s education he lacks, he finds a way to become educated. He reads books, he takes courses, he watches programs, and he studies new tasks and techniques pertinent to his advancement in whatever medium to which he has access. For some, attaining formal schooling and degrees is the obvious or chosen path. For others, it’s ten daily minutes, learning whatever he can. Some men will make advancements over weeks or months. Others will take much longer. The speed does not matter. Only the effort, and only the direction.

If skill is the ultimate killer of opportunity, real men work to develop whatever skills they currently lack. They aren’t satisfied letting advancements in technology render their abilities obsolete, nor do they linger idly as they are cast to the bottom of the employee food chain. They aren’t content leaving behind bigger or better job opportunities simply because those who know different skills are more easily able to land such jobs. Instead, they learn what needs to be learned. They ask for help. They work extra hours without pay, if they must, shadowing others to gain the skills they desperately need.

Furthermore, a real man never declares himself as one who lacks ability. He refuses to declare that he is too unintelligent, too unable, or too incompetent. While some goals are more difficult to obtain, he believes that those goals are still free to be reached by any and all who will put in the proper work and sufficient time to do so.

Some men dream big. Some men dream small. Any man who dreams at all brings great things to his family and those around him. Real men are always numbered in this crowd.

I believe real men possess at least 12 traits: Honesty, The Ability to Protect, Motivation, Belief in You, Sense of Humor, Reliability, Commitment, Respect, Able to Provide, Attractiveness, Assertiveness, Leadership.

I believe in real men. I believe they are out there. I believe my real man will find me one day.

Still Rockin’ It
Scarlet Mom

Men of Faith

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I have always admired men of faith. Throughout my life it always seemed like men were being dragged to church or temple by their significant others. It is few and far between that you see a man standing strong on his own faith and bringing that to his family. That I truly admire. My brother exemplifies this type of man and I hold him in very high regard.

I believe that spirituality and faith are an important part of any relationship. There is no doubt in my mind that “the couple that prays together stays together,” no matter if they are Christian, Jewish, Buddhist, Hindu, or still exploring their path. What is important is that they’re doing it together. During a in-depth discussion on faith with a close friend whom I respect a great deal it was brought up that this was one area in which my ex-husband failed me and our marriage. I agree. In the depths of our struggles had faith been a common bond, had he reached out to me on the common ground of faith and been a stronger man of faith, I believe our marriage would have survived. Never in my life did I struggle more with my faith than at the end of my marriage. Because we were not on this journey together instead of bringing us closer, it drove us apart. How I longed for him to take my hand and lead me on that journey. Had he done that, deep down in my heart, I believe things might be different. I do believe it is a man’s duty to lead his family and be strong in his faith. This is one area where I am very old-fashioned. However, I still am a strong woman with very strong views.

Things with Jim Simpson have ended. Why? Religious differences. Although I believe a man should be strong and guide his family I also believe that his beliefs should be in the 21st century. Jim belongs to the Catholic church, a church that I left many, many years ago. So while I respect Jim for being a “Man of Faith” I cannot respect his beliefs and those of the Catholic church. I cannot be a part of any religious or spiritual belief system that is so narrow-minded and won’t allow its members to question its teachings. The Buddha teaches,

“Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense.”

This is how I believe and how I look at the world while on my spiritual journey. This is also what I am teaching my son. Nothing short of this is good enough. This made me a bit sad since I do have a great deal of respect for Jim Simpson and his faith. And please don’t get me wrong…my ex is a good man. Would things really be different? There is no way to know. What I do know is that to this day he is a good, strong family man and a wonderful father to our son.

I wish everyone peace, and success, on their spiritual journey.

Namaste
Scarlet Mom