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

A note to my "its not meant to be" men. Name changes for safety and protection. Sensitive data but from the heart. The  first few men in my life besides my brothers who I never knew could make me feel like I did were several guys. I have to write this down because although they aren't present anymore in my life but are still very much great guys. A. Long  from high school, you played the trumpet and were just about the goofiest guy ever who liked many women but found one who prompted you to love. David you knew how to make a girl laugh even if it meant standing on your head to do it! You were off the wall and made sure people knew. Babes! sweet, very friendly and sociable and Mike Reynolds welcomed me in Student Gov with so much energy and love who wouldn't be attracted to swimmers and water polo players with hearts. 316 you are my sisters bff and I had the biggest crush on you. I didn't tell Jackie until later but when I did she laughed so much she choked lol. Sh...

I have ten sisters... no actually, I might have more than that. When you hear that you think, are you blind, you have one.. she is your blood sister your opposite, your best friend... member her... What if He gave you ten more..in the form of a bible study group and said to you... these are your sisters in faith... your sisters in soul and on this journey? Sure, right dude, whatever, you are nuts. No, but seriously, listen. I have ten sisters and I see them every Thursday. All of them are my bible study gal pals I have connected with and really got to know. If any of you know me, like really know me, I struggle with weaknesses like anyone else and when I feel it whatever it is, I feel it like the deflector shield is on the burn sequence, a strong feeling. My sisters gave me a place to belong. When I was growing up I wanted to be everyone else but me. If I was me, that meant I had the right to feel and that with Him I would be loved no matter what. My sisters are ten different strong, b...

Over the past several months, since these people (a couple) moved downstairs from who knows maybe Mars, ok fine, Santa Cruz it looks like, I have had a tough time trying to get to sleep with all of their racket. Granted, I get up at the buzz crack of dawn to start my day, so for most people that is awfully early. When my old neighbor was here, she never was around, always traveling, but when she was home, I tried to be very quiet. With these folks, the war was on. They kept me up into the wee hours of the night with their loud you know what, and so I maybe decided it was my turn to cause a ruckus.... dumb idea. There was a rocket launch last week, Orion, and it was scheduled for 4am Pacific time, so on both days (first was delayed due to wind valve issue and such) I got up early and may or may not have been rowdy and excited for this launch... clapping, a whoop or two. Okay, okay, not cool since those guys probably don't get up till what 9am? Anyhow, I got the payback. Oh yes, I ...