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

California Drivers like any other drivers are well they are self absorbed, slow, distracted, rude, aggressive, or downright annoying. Okay who am I to drop a complaint down when I am not the best driver either. Wait a minute. After learning the hard way, its almost like its a lesson and or a warning to me that I can't text and drive, or look at something other than the road. People, if you are driving in a Walmart parking lot and the speed limit is 5, it's not Nascar, people are walking there. Slow down!                                                                                ...

I am on the go during the week, manage to eat from tupper ware, off the counter, grab a bar, or eat out and grab to go in a bag, quickly scarf and suddenly feel rushed once more. Often the food either sits well or it doesn't last in my stomach if I wolf it down so fast I hardly remember if I had anything. On the weekends, I like to eat on the couch, or stand in the kitchen munching. I keep forgetting how much of an enjoyment it is at the end of the day to eat at the table whether alone or amongst family and friends, it's pleasant. The food actually goes down well and even when a meal is cooked you have left overs and you don't feel like you have paid a fortune to get your nutrition or daily intake. I know I wrote about this before, but I want to say so again, what a joy it is! I often eat while I work, and it takes the break right out of the day all too quickly. When I get an opening, some days I go to the café with coworkers and get away from the desk. I end up feeling muc...

From infancy, parents, teachers, and colleagues show us how to behave and show us what we can and cannot do. There are certain behaviors, actions that are not appropriate, or just wrong. Christianity, the foreground of forgiveness and a second chance tells you, forgive and love. I wonder, if anyone has ever told you, that it's okay get mad, get sad, get happy, or feel anything at all. Or maybe, it's just your mind telling yourself to block out what you feel so that others won't see or that you say to yourself you can't act this way because it's not allowed. I relinquish emotion where maybe it has no place going in the first place, but I feel it. Other times I need to conceal it to be a rock for family, or friends, or at work. It's a lot and maybe for a second I won't have to get down on myself for doing something I chose to do. Today, after working out at my apartment gym, I sat ate grapes, a whole bowl of popcorn, watching old episodes of Greys' Anatomy...

I went to Oregon last weekend for five days. It was the longest trip I have taken. I visited some friends from college, Jason and Ashley, who are engaged. I met them through a friend named Jeremy. Ashley and Jason toured me around town, Hillsboro and his dad let us come over for some wine and food. The town of Hillsboro is beautiful. I happen to really love the Northwest: Washington and Oregon and upper parts of Sierras of Nevada and California. The weather was in the 70s and ideal for me to get away from heat city in Sacramento! I walked around their Civic Center, got to go to a place called the Venetian, which was delicious. Ashley and I and Jason's dad went to Naked Winery and a brewery called Full Sail, both awesome. I won't spoil it, I think you should google it or go there, worth the time and the money, such a great area too. Jason and I went to downtown Portland. We took the tram aka the max into the city and had a whole day for touring. He took me to VooDoo Doughnuts. ...

Last week, before I went on my trip to Oregon my car was ransacked or robbed rather. I had crochet needles, a crochet bag and materials with an almost finished scarf, a gym bag with sweaty clothes, old shoes, and an old outdated global positioning system (GPS), a donation bag full of old clothes, an iPhone car charger and my work badge. They stole it all, including jumper cables, spare tire jack and threw my insurance paper stuff everywhere. The ironic thing was the night before I was going to leave, I debated bringing all of this stuff in. I cannot go back, and sadly didn't check to see if my car was locked at the complex and my stuff was stolen because it was unlocked. I discovered all of this mess in the early morning and they left grocery bags old ones, and a lint roller and my car reg. I quickly regrouped amid a moment of feeling sad and also a tad frustrated to get to my parents to bring me a gps lovingly and even drive me to the airport. I wasn't in a state to drive, but...