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

(blog to be read in a fantastic sarcastic tone)Ahahaha! okay first starting out a blog hysterically laughing almost crying. I had the best day in the world...I mean it could not have gone better. For starters I had some insane and awful occurrences happen at work regarding programs I was on, not to mention with the roll out of the new merging companies, we are (clap induced moment) now called Aerojet Rocketdyne! Long morning followed by Aerojet East complications, Margo's in hot water, boss isn't stoked, supervisor is worried and wrote ya up. Yea it's a regular day in heaven. Took my work  laptop home and this is the part where I say, "Poor Ry, :/ " Parker made him wait to get the financials for our program signed off and then I submitted later. I went to the gym and almost fell off the elipitical. Any other day would of laughed said oh shiza and then kept going today, gripped the handles, and sped up. After the gym I went to my counselor mtg and that went well ac...

I met someone named Blondie. She said once, pretty is only skin deep. I knew what she meant. She meant beauty is only skin deep. I would laugh till I cried, then respond yep it sure is! Of course no one would understand what it meant and why on earth were we cracking up like a bunch of hyenas. We didn't care. Blondie is some kind of cool. She can burp for a mile a minute without a pause, and almost has a black belt in karate. We once sat up till 2am staring into nothing, okay that's a lie, two friends trying to sleep in one bed and I rolled over, and a large arm wacked me in the face....followed by, "Whoops," then laughter. I'd text her at 5am just to tell her I was awake and send her a verse of the day, and if there was a crappy day for us at work or in general, it would involve Smirnoffs (smurfs, as we call them) were in order and should follow up with either dancing or time in the spa, proceeded by uncontrolled giggling. Blondie eats my peanut butter cookies, w...

             I press pause and the button doesn’t work. I press fast forward and the button breaks. I press rewind and I hear a screech. My life remote…..or I take out my wand and I say ‘forget’. Beep. Beep. Beep. My alarm goes off for my 5:45 wake up time for work.   I roll over and just wonder what it would be like to have remote to do all those things. If you had a bad situation it could be fixed or it never happened even, or maybe witchcraft to make things disappear as Willow did in the show, “Buffy the Vampire Slayer.” Hollywood made a movie out of the remote concept with Adam Sandler. He fast forwards the unwanted, stressful, negative portions of his days, but manages to miss the important things, the growth of his children, or when people need him, or he rewinds and forgets everything.   The viewer learns as does he, that has to be in the here and now. Right here. Current time. Witchcraft, remotes, spells, time machi...

All my life, I grew up very conservative and well with stick up my rear end, closed off to everything either being sheltered from the world or unbeknownst to it.   It was sin to do things that in my learning, was biblically wrong, or sinful.   I was the epitome of the Sandra Dee stage for Sandy in Grease. I was going to wait to have sex on my wedding night and I was never going to drink unless it was wine and beer at dinner nor would I get drunk. Smokers should be removed, and a lesson taught, I thought. Going out clubbing, or staying up till 3am growing up was unheard of, and I never tried it. I also was so set on getting my way and trying control everyone and anyone in my wake. How exhaustingly awful. As a freshman in college I was exposed to everything in a different light. Friends and my roommates this year (names held for confidentiality) broke the mold which was the old me. I refused to drink until I was 21. Two weeks before my birthday sophomore year, I...

On Monday, June 3, 2013, margo vigeant wrote: Matters of the heart are always temperamental and fragile. Worst part is, if they leave you in the dust and don’t fight for you, it’s almost as if you collapse inside and your hope is gone. Maybe I was careless, and didn’t look before I jumped. No one ever has a parachute when they like someone especially if your own friend protects another person instead of you; shows you that maybe your friendship had no strength in the beginning if the only person they believe is the one person who’s throwing underneath a bus and not taking responsibility for their side. Try this on for size. It’s going to happen. You will fight with people you care about, you will get stressed out and lash out when you don’t intend to. Things won’t go as their supposed to, but the key is going on, when all seems incredibly lost. I find it to be hard when a person tells you they don’t want to hear any of ‘your stuff’ (as they put it) but when they launch into all thei...

Seriously analyzed. Is the glass half full or half empty? For me it could be either, bu it most certainly needs to be half full in order to be happy! I take a look at this glass and I am actually looking at my life and myself. Glasses make reflections, so maybe this is a direct reflection for me. First off, I am incredibly hard on myself! I am the most anxious person ever. I write to be able to relax my brain and get my thoughts out. I will change and I am working on myself and it is taking time. I also am an SD. if you look that term up it means SHIT DISTURBER. It’s like an alarm button is pushed when the sign clearly says, “ do not touch!” I am a weird individual, and I hope these posts of mine make you laugh, make you think, make you cry, make you smile, after all this is for my growth. Crazy stupid things I have done:   I made guys jealous in a childish way (more than once and made other guys I was interested in turned off with ridiculous behavior) when I shoul...