Today is Mother's Day. I have a hard time with this holiday. On the one hand, thanks so much for acknowledging, at least once a year, how wonderful you think I am. I mean, there's no reason for you to do so. I don't do anything other than what I have to.Unfortunately for the womenfolk, that includes everything. Remember that movement ladies? The one our women lobbied so long and hard for. What was it? Oh yeah, women's rights. If I could go back in time and beat the crap out of the women who lobbied so hard for our right to work as equals to our menfolk, I would. Don't get me wrong, I love voting. I think women do a much better job with it than most men. (And by this I mean we actually do it.) But if you want my honest-to-goodness thoughts on the matter? Women put ourselves into bondage with the advent of all our "equal" rights.

I'm sure you're wondering why bondage? Well, how many equal couples do you see in your life today? In the area where I live, most women take care of the home, the family and hold down a full-time job while they're at it. Most of the men I know hold down a good job. When it comes to doing housework or raising a family (or even taking care of the financials) that comes under the heading 'women's work'. I'm waiting for the time I can do one or the other. Both are full-time jobs and I'm tired of literally working myself into the ground. I get up at 5:30 a.m. every morning and go until around 9:30 at night when I literally fall over with exhaustion. That's bondage baby!

The other problem I have with Mother's Day... going out to eat. Um, I know other women like it, but me personally, I hate waiting around 2 hours to eat when I'm hungry. I put it off that long, I'm ready to take a few heads off! Not to mention, there's a HUGE amount of people all doing the same thing. Taking their Moms out to eat. If you really want to do me a favor on Mother's Day? Then everyone clear the house, leave me a bottle of champagne for mimosa's so I can drink myself into a nice long nap and take the guilt my kicking everyone out gives me with you. Now THAT'S a present!!

The Beginning

Welcome to my blog! A little place created to call my own for all intents and purposes. You can call me Scarlet M. Of course, Scarlet M is not my real name (did you really expect it to be?) However, if I could choose a name, Scarlet M it would be! So mysterious, so pretty. I could totally be a Bond Girl with a name like that.

I guess I should start by telling you a little bit about myself. A forty-something lady (Yes, I said Lady. I'm southern and that is what we raise around here) with two kids, one adult and one still needing potty trained, a wonderful husband, and a job I just can't relate to anymore. Sound boring? Keep reading. I'll try to entertain.

Most of what you will read on here is about exactly all that. Things that most people go through but tend to look at in different ways. I have to confess, I'm not trying to teach any life lessons here. I just want to vent. I suffer from the nice disease and feel slightly dissatisfied because of it. Another thing I suffer from is an over-active imagination. You say it, I can picture it (much to my detriment sometimes on Twitter). All that combined means I have a lot of venting. So hold on! It's about to get deep on here!