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

On my friday off from work, yes it was. I arrived at FOPC church at 8am dressed in grubbies as I call them aka yard work clothes. A woman told us where tofind rakes, shovels and gloves and trash cans to fill up all the debri and leaves. I got down on all fours and started scraping out the grime from the sidewalk and parking lot. Its amazing how dirty a space can become over time. I really figured who cares its just a parking lot, no one is going to even need this cleaned anyways. Apparently I had talked out loud( not uncommon) and another worker asked me why we were here? I wanted to be a super smartalic and add why do ya think dumbo? Instead, I told them this. Community Serve was a church led series teaching people about acts of services to the community but also to God through channels such as family, work, relationships, homes, and life overall. Our pastor asked everyone, what kind of environment do you want to create and make to demonstrate faith as God sees it. An idea of a restau...

I’m sexy and I know it:  Knight in Shining Armor  vs.  Squire in Tin Foil (If you are easily offended and do not enjoy sarcasm, please don’t read, but if you do, please note: comments made here are not directed towards any individual.)  In medieval times ,  the knight was considered the macho h ero and his little  squire  was a silent,  scrawny looking boy  who held  his jousting  stick and tended  to his horses. History isn’ t a  Sports I llustrated  magazine, but it didn’t’ hesitate to point out, here’s the male complex regarding status and appearance. Napolean? Yes, he was a very short leader, with a proclivity of being truly arrogant. Abe Lincoln? Honest Abe was a tall president who was quite skinny, but managed to save a terrible onslaught of slavery with the help of the ever powerful preacher Martin Luther. I am sure I could probably mention plenty of other men in history, who this superiority implies. Howev...

   A coworker wanted to know why her crazy crash course food diets weren’t doing anything and she asked me if I was on one. Now, I am not a health expert or a health instructor at all, but I believe staying healthy and fit at the same time go hand in hand. My father is a vegetarian who ate meat in the early days before his jaw surgery. After changing his diet, he also learned a great deal about health and fitness. I took a few lessons from him such as that a juice processer was a great way to get a ton of nutrients into your body through all kinds of fruits and vegetables. I started hitting a rigorous gym journey in college and continued into my current mode as a working girl. I grabbed a gold’s gym membership when I moved back home and got my butt kicked. I found out quickly that a gym workout was well worth it if you came out sweating buckets and were sore from head to toe; also means you worked hard in class. I took classes such as: Hit and Tabata Trainin...

I searched everywhere for an apartment to call my own. I went to twenty different places with my father till my feet were dragging and my energy was lagging. I took my father to lunch because he helped me with the hunt and we finally came upon on awesome find. I won't say where I live on here but most of you who know me and aren't strangers, ha, know what I now call my home. I went last week to go sign the papers and check the spot out to make sure I knew what I was getting into. The woman gave me the keys and my first load of stuff was in my car waiting outside. I walked over to the apartment number just past the office with my hands quivering in excitement and nervousness. I went up the stairs and opened the door with gusto like a soldier leads his troops to battle, in a less serious manner though. I could not believe it. The place was comfy, cozy, quiet, and just the answer to my prayers of a place to move into. My friend Alex helped me move all of my things; it took us abou...

Imagine a channel called Radio Therapy comes on, (not just any radio, this is specialty radio therapy) and you hear all of these individuals saying their name and their issues:  Hi, I am Regina George and I have control issues. Hi, I am Moxie and I am a drama queen with anxiety issues. Hi, I am Jack and I have anger issues. Turn it off and the noise was just you repeating back what someone said about you, but adding your name.  Not very many people can admit  publicly  to having struggles or weaknesses. I picture it as something a person would say at a conventional approach such as a  support group or  to a  therapist. Both scenarios sound rather absurd until you are actually in one and then think,  “oh  yep, they got me, time to confess,” or something along the lines of “do we really need to get into this?” So the facilitator says, “the first step is awareness” and if a funny image of the pope behind a door waiting to hear your confession po...

I'm telling you this has to be a re-written modern romance movie. You see him, and he makes your heart flutter as if you had a load of butterflies flying around. Your energy goes up better than an Energizer Bunny commercial. I mean this guy is it. He leaves and doesn't talk to you or you don't hear from him in awhile, and then it feels as if hell froze over, you lost your favorite earrings, or your cellphone, or so you might say. When you hang out with him, no one else matters, he's your best friend and makes you laugh so much, you are crying! Your best friend meets him and says, "Break her heart, I'll break your neck (or something like that)," but she likes him. He's everything you want: he's into God, he dances better than Ricky Martin and guess what he's so not gay!, he likes the things you like, and you even went on  trip together. Don't tell me you didn't fall asleep on his shoulder, you big liar. If I had a nickel for every time t...

Vinegar and water, the most unlikely paired set of elements that's what you and I are. The delight you find in such simple things or the beauty of what I hardly take notice of sometimes or have the patience for. You drink diet coke with a glass of wine and you won't even step out into daylight without looking presentable. My idea of a workout involves a complete sweat out of a hardcore, fast paced, gym class, whereas yours is a toned, graceful, flexible barre, or yoga class, which I can't focus on for more than a minute. I have zero sense of creativity where you make trashcans look like a museum exhibit at the Smithsonian. I hide my nose in books and romance movies while you take photographs and concentrate on non-fiction novels and create masterpieces without a drawing board. I am quiet, you are the social butterfly with the gold haird and the ridiculous amount of shoes, outfits, and trinkets. I hated you. No, that's wrong. I wanted to be you.  Every boy  I ever crushe...