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

I do not like gated communities. They are pointless personally. No offense to those who live there, but do you really feel safe? What is the point of gate codes, and fences with sliding mechanisms, and key code entry, or voice activated passwords, or phone calls needed to be made if that other side of the wall, is unsafe already? Before you go thinking I broke into one, let's demonstrate the facts. The gate serves a purpose to intentionally hold up security for homes and for its dwellers who inhabit such areas. Is it because people live in fear of murder, robbery, or maybe even homeless people? How then do you explain that car theft is reported (studies show, just google it) that gated areas still have a high rank for theft even care theft. The car of a guest visiting someone in a gated community gets stolen from. Now wouldn't this be eerie, if not only a resident residing in that community could potentially have access to an entire group of people and alarm systems on any sugg...

Ever since I was a little girl, I wanted to be a nurse. I wanted to help people, save lives, make a difference in a hospital or maybe even be a veterinarian. Flashback. High school math class. I was never good at math. Actually, I hate math and always have. I struggled through all of my math classes and could not wait to leave and finish all of my requirements for mathematics required for whatever major I chose. Hence, why English was so wonderful, it didn't have an equation. Math made me feel like failure and science wasn't that interesting enough for passion either. I would cost on through with the pass grades, but then realized I would never get to med school with a C- in Pre-Calculus. I thought hospitals were glamorous. You had the babies, the doctors, the final destination, did they make it, will they live, does this work, game over, but is it really, the so much caffeine I've been working 72 hours look with an I must have no life, will they forgive me if I screw this ...

I have exactly what I need just right here now if I could just remember what it was I needed I could get going. Yes, believe it or not I don't quite remember what I was searching for. Could it be my wallet? Could it be my book or my pen, or my shoes? Or maybe my phone or my car keys? All practical things I think. Maybe I am looking fod my coat, my watch, or my hat? Could it be earrings or a locket or my laptop perhaps? All materials things, that I may be okay without if I really tried. Did I lose my grandmother's pearls, my diary, or my photos, or even my diploma? All special, personal things. Again, maybe I am certain those if lost Id be okay without. Did I lose my mind or, my paperwork, my project, my job, the map, my way, my sanity or my ticket? Everyday things I could lose again and again. Now what is it what did I lose? Have I lost interest, my heart, my soul, control, reasoning, concentration, or substance, human emotion perhaps? These things this grow this change those p...

Saturday nite I had one coors light at 7pm at a costume party thats it. I drank water the rest of the time, and didnt say my goodbyes until I stayed three hours to make sure I was good. I left the party at 10pm. I turned on my lights and my gps to go. got out to a street and a police car followed me for one stop light and a half and I pulled over. I was incredibly frightened and had taken my heeled boots off to drive the vehicle without ruining the carpet upholstery below. He was really forceful with me and assumed I was drunk asking for my registration and license and whether Id been arrested or received a dui before and asked how much I had to drink. I had pulled my hair down and had taken my wig off right before leaving the event. I explained with a direct answer, I had one beer and he asked what kind I said coors light. he told me my lights werent on correctly and asked me tostep out of the car. I stood on the sidewalk in front of him in my socks because I stupidly forgot flats and...

Yes, people after much deciding all day long, I had to pick a name for my next personal car. For those of you who dont know, this am I bought a 2005 Honda Civic on craigslist. I was sooo nervous! I had seen the ad the day before and had only looked at a prius and 25ish other ads online. I literally pored over those enteries and looked at kellys blue book which is a website that market values cars for what they should be sold at. Thanks to the guys at work, my dad, and prayers, I found a killer deal in three days! The seller was a woman who goes to Sac State and she was super nice. She showed up and I felt like I was going to have to be quiet let my father do the negotiations and just hang around till I figured it out. He told me to make it happen and for a moment I stared back at him, like "huh, oh wow you're serious, it's showtime" kind of look. He assured me it was okay to be nervous and that go with your gut, 'dont like it, don't buy it.' I drove that c...

Ever have those moments where maybe it is super embarrassing to tell just about anyone what happened to you, or let's just say the moment you're in, could be a whole lot worse? I have had quite a few and all I want my friend to do, is : not ask any and I mean any questions! Sometimes it's a sticky situation and you have absolutely no idea how you got into it, but you want out right away. Or, it's that oh-so-awkward I did this, and let's not talk about it. Oh, you mean the time you shat your pants, or got stuck in a ballet tutu or a dress that you ripped in a department store dressing room, the time you got your head stuck in a bicycle rack at a movie theater? (shhh we weren't supposed to talk about that, that stays in house). I have had a series of my own crazy times of no questions asked. Let's just say the remain a mystery to those who don't need to know it, and those that do know, have been sworn to never mention it again, or I could just spontaneousl...

Some women like to shop, the material kind of course. Id say I am not that girl. I get nostalgia from the feel and smell of a new book and fresh food. If they are together, it's a miracle! I love the way bakery bread smells, or how delicious a coho or sockeye wild salmon looks in the seafood area. I can even go to a farmers market and find homemade jam and steal five samples, when you of course are only allowed one. The books are opening a window for fresh air and the food is like eating in a dining room you aren't supposed to use, its wicked and wonderful all at once. I food shop all different places and when I really want organic and still scrumptious, its always trader joes. Oh that joe sure has good food. I go into a book store and don't emerge for hours, finally agreeing the purchase of one book never hurt anyone convincing myself happily that even though it may be read and enjoyed quicker than I bargain. Samples! Oh samples, Ill eat them as I am walking around the tas...