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

Monday thru Friday 5 days a week, put your time in, head down, keep going. No one tells you how good you are, how much you are appreciated, that you are such a great worker; sure they did that when you were eight and picked up the supplies after craft time at school. Now it’s: did you get that done? I need this by 5, can you come in this weekend, etc. You enter a job and it’s like Christmas morning everything is brand new, most employees are welcoming and you know you got a good deal. Coworkers or customers give you praises and your boss gives you a raise, life is good. You have it made, some of you are putting away to 401k, the paycheck comes in, and it’s not $0 dollars, you get to decorate your office, or find new outfits to wear; you are set. Other days you come home and you cannot wait to have a glass of something that is strong or take nap, or maybe just tune out for five minutes. The first thing you want to say could be “ what the hell was I thinking?” I must be crazy, this job...

I read that in a Luke Skywalker kind of voice. There's a moment in the movie where Yoda tells him he's well.... reckless. Yes, I am one of those people, nerds if you wish. Picture the green guy telling you this after you did something incredibly stupid or showed off like Johnny Bravo; seriously doesn't it scare the crap out of you? Luke is arrogant and impatient. As a jedi trainee he is a time bomb waiting to explode, but he's just what every trainer needs. Okay, so really he's tame compared to Han Solo who would really like to drive Jabba the Hut nuts. Or how about Maverick from Top Gun? Mav does the oh- so-awesome circus stunt fly-bys that make you wish you were there just to see the air controller's face as the coffee spills all over him! I think there is something sweet about being off the wall, and no i don't mean stay up past your bedtime and eat junk food. I mean the kind that gets your blood running as if you jumped out of an airplane or you kissed t...

When you work a full time job, the words ‘paycheck and payroll’ are music to your ears. This means you will have money in the bank and the bills get paid. Soon it’s not just bills; it’s a house mortgage, a child, car expenses, media expenses, social life expenses, insurance expenses, credit card expenses, which turns into a long trailing list of dues. The paycheck rolls in and it isn’t the golden ticket of joy you had when you got your first paycheck at your first job. For some it’s the thread holding everything together, or a chance for maybe a new pair of shoes (since your current ones are past the stage of acceptable). The check rolls in in waves, depending on when a company sends out ones paycheck. I receive mine every other week. I used to babysit when I was 12 and receiving green currency from a family was rewarding, but not as valuable. I would take the money earned and suddenly I was Paris Hilton or Donald Trump spending that money quicker than pitcher throws a fastball; it wo...

Sitting for hours at a computer doesn't help your health or your sanity. Looking at all of those photos, stories, messages, posts, games, jokes, drama, etc consumes a person. I know because I felt I put myself into a social media turntable that was like a vaccuum sucking your energy away. Now for what it is worth, facebook has revolutionized itself into an enterprise where twitter, instagram, and pinterest have developed in order to create a local and national community. Anyone can talk to another person and connect with them on the internet within seconds and now today via voice activation or the click of a button, texting from a cellular phone. Social media is enticing, it appeals to our sense of freedom, our sense of joy, the ability to share, personalize, and attract attention. I like to think of this website as the glitter of its age; sparkly, up -to-date, appealing, clever, but also very addicting. The internet is a tool where an individual can be so self absorbed, sort of li...

Okay, if you haven’t seen Little Shop of Horrors disregard phrase above. I love eating out. No scratch that, I like eating period! I don’t have to do the dishes when I go out or prep anything, just be and enjoy the atmosphere and smells. Although, when I am home or it’s a long day at work, oh it’s snack time, fruit, nuts, bars. I am queen cranky when I haven’t had a single thing in my tummy for hours, or if I forget my lunch. I love coconut bars, the bad-for-you-pasta and chicken wings.   I cook a lot, and I like to entertain. I cannot blame pinterest, or cookbooks, nope it’s pictures of food, or strolling the aisles in the grocery store. Shame on me for shopping on an empty stomach, oh never fails.   If I share my food, I make way too much, so it’ either left overs or more to share again. I take pictures of the food I make, or things I go to eat; take great pride and joy in sharing the beauty of food and it’s preparation too. Recently, I started this bible st...

  Fiona from the hit tv show Burn Notice is most certainly my alter ego. She wastes no time on making sure she blasts the complete crap out of anyone especially her boyfriend Michael, if he’s being an idiot. She is headstrong, knows a lot about guns, doesn’t take no for an answer, she’s in shape, brave, and a total badass. Whenever I watch this show, or Xeva from NCIS, it’s the perfect anecdote to pretend for a moment I am that woman. I am the direct opposite. I am very kind, I care what people think, I work out like a maniac, I have a sharp tongue, and a compassionate heart. Fiona is my alter ego, but I sincerely want to be strong as she is all the time, that way I could stop thinking so much. To stop thinking of him, to stop thinking of work, or whether or not I should go to this place, or whether or not this person likes my outfit, or if I have plans this weekend. Fi isn’t hard on herself, she does what she can, and when she can’t she lets someone else take the...

I said it wouldn’t write about my personal dating life or what it’s like to be solo mio, but after watching a romantic comedy to polish off my Saturday night, I couldn’t hold it in. The story was about how a woman who dreamed of writing for a professional magazine (side note I had a dream of my own to work for the New York Times, or be a TV host) had a precise checklist and she wanted to find the perfect match. Her problem? She was single, jobless, and searching for direction. <Sure, sure, insert, cheesy line of: and she falls in love, we’ve heard this before> crap and the acting in this movie is terrible, no it’s awful; ignore all of the fluff and I think these writers were on to something and I think I actually believed it. The film hardly touched on what it was like to date as a single girl in the twenty first century, in fact the movie made it seem all too easy to find eligible, handsome, intelligent, driven, (I could go on, but you get the point) men. Well, ...