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

   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...

(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...