Margo's got Moxie ! : the diary of miss red high heels

Warning if you are easily offended or bored with social commentary or opinionated reads, I advise you, don’t read this. Forget for a second that you or another person are both afraid you won’t see each other again, or that Aunt Lily won’t recover from cancer. I learned in college from a distinguished English professor, Jason Ludden that fear is something we thrive on or run from; it’s the possibility of the unknown that drives us to insanity. I was writing an English essay for his class on a relationship story. He told me that I can’t just write a paper without diving into the memory of the fears I had at the time. I sat down in his office fuming because I knew what fear was, so why was this so hard to write? I stared at him, clearly annoyed, and decided that I would jot down on a piece of paper what terrified me the most. I came up with a few.  Indiana Jones and I have something in common, we are deathly afraid of snakes, or could it be my other fear, being alone. (This is coming ...

Part of growing up is being able to handle difficult and uncomfortable situations. Adults do it every day. There is a contradiction to the idea of situations and circumstances where people can be mean and ruthless in life. I think there is a boundary for that. I think it is important to be blunt and honest sure, but to an extent. Watch for how feelings are hurt or they will come back to bite you in the butt. I only freely give advice if people ask for it. I am a sensitive person, but at the same time need to learn to take criticism (even if it means it’s not something I want to hear). I love being able to help and take care of people so it makes me appear like a nice individual who genuinely cares because that’s what I want people to see me as. Here’s where I think the lines blur, if someone doesn’t show some effort in a relationship or friendship at all, forget them. I also think considering the source is very important. You wouldn’t go to a butcher for nail care now would you? I won’...

Impatience Out of my weaknesses this may be the one I struggle with the most. I have a minimal span of patience when it comes to certain things in life such as driving, repeating things more than three times, waiting on someone who is an hour late, dealing with incompetent people, and attempting to get a task done without interruption. My impatience cost me a price, I couldn’t just wait until I arrived at the yogurt shop to text a friend or my brother, I had to do it right then in slow close range traffic on Auburn Folsom and I did it because, oh I sure thought I could. I smacked right into a Dodge Truck trailer and destroyed my entire front end and almost got myself killed…. Now hold on a second. It’s Thursday afternoon Valentines day, I have no work the next day, and I am in a giddy mood, distracted by music and social interaction. A clerk at a gas station was trying to charge me twice for my fuel; I firmly told her she had no right to charge a duplicate credit. I lost directions...

Doesn’t anyone believe in good marriages and love anymore? I break down inside when I hear stories or see that people are getting a divorce, going through one, especially if there are children involved and everyone tells you or the women do to never get married and if you do be sure he’s wonderful. My heart breaks inside when I listen to friends, colleagues, people I have respected or like, broken down or lost, or even angry or sad. The other night a friend of mine messaged me to tell me how their divorce and leaving their children with the other parent makes them ache inside or another who said their spouse was a jerk and was arguing child support, or how a woman has no idea why he wants to leave or why she was not good enough. I understand not every marriage will work, but I do agree strongly, cheating is wrong. I don’t care who you think you are, or who you did it with, infidelity hurts more than a ripped off band aid or the stinging sensation from alcohol applied to sterilize a...

Melting pot I went to Sacramento to try out this new restaurant called the Melting Pot. It’s a fondue place that is set up with burners for the fondue pots they use for the meals. My friend Julie and I had five courses: the first course was a bunch of breads and cheeses, and veggies with a spinach mushroom dip, the next was salads, third was the meat course of chicken, beef, mushrooms, in a wine mixed sauce for the burner to cook, which was delectable! All we had to do was take our skewer sticks, stick them in for 3-5 minutes and viola, cooked food. I loved being able to cook so easily and chat and have a glass of wine at the same time. Each meat could have a different sauce such as hollandaise, bbq teriyaki, and other assorted toppings to go with them. Julie was pretty skilled at cooking, so I watched her first so that I could get the hang of it; turned out to be really easy. The place has low lighting and usually a spot for special occasions and since I figured it was a check off...