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

The Sunday before my 25th birthday this year, 2014, my friend Julie surprised me by taking Tara and myself wine tasting up in the beautiful hills of Napa. We went to Paraduxx Winery and Frog Leap. The weather was gorgeous and she packed a meal full of cheeses, crackers, salami, strawberries, hummus, and pretzel sticks for the wine drinkers to munch on. I thought it was the smartest thing ever since of course, I know I would have the worst headache the size of Texas if I didn't eat anything. Of course silly girl forgot to eat breakfast on the way, so I was chowing on an apple I brought and couldn't wait to get up to the pretty area. The first winery, man named John, set us up outdoors in a picnic spot, reserved just for the three of us and in the sunshine it was the place to be. He brought out wine flights, different kinds to try and put their place cards by each one. I would say it was 2 flights ordered and six tastings each, so enough for us all, especially since Julie was lov...

For my birthday this year, I wanted to have a weekend get-away that was simple, relaxing, and fun. My best friend Krysta's birthday was last month, so I figured we could join our birthday celebration and go on the trip together. We choose the town of Campbell for the first night. It's a nice little area with shops and restaurants and historic spots as well. We went to a place called Sonoma Chicken Coop for dinner. I had a mushroom, vegetable pasta, and she ordered delicious steak. There was live music from a cover band playing oldies songs and lots of people there. The food was reasonably priced and I ordered a beer with my meal. We walked to a little gelato place down the street and I ordered a coconut chip gelate and she had an expresso chip. The guy behind the counter was probably mid 40's, nice man, but rather unfocused at the time. When I went to pay, he charged me two receipts: one said .45 cents the other said $4 dollars. I looked down dumbfounded and annoyed but he ...

February is a very short month, but I find myself during the first half of it, counting down until my birthday and hiding underneath a pillow or a book come Valentines day. True to my form, I am a romantic. Don't believe me? Okay, last week I finished the latest Nicholas Sparks novel, "The Longest Ride." I gripped the pages and could not put that book down until the last final page where yes as Sparks novels are known for, emotional stories, I cried. No shame there, I admit that was by choice to read a sappy story that would invoke tears, and enjoyed the whole thing. Lots of people talk about Valentines Day, who their date will be, or what their signficant other has planned for the event and meanwhile I am in a cloud, trying to speed up time to my birthday, which is three days later, hoping the hype will just go away. This is coming from the woman who wears lots of pinks, and reds, and purples all month long, and purchases cards for friends and family. Dear special someon...