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

What is it about just one more? One more chance. One more try. One more hit. One more game. One more push-up, sit-up, pull-up, curl, set. One more day. One more drink. One more minute, hour, second. One more kiss. One more touch. One more time. One more gift. One more movie. One more book. One more test. One more answer. One more phone call. One more text. One more donuts, chips, french fries, etc. One more prayer. One more discussion. One more fight. One more hope. One more moment.  One more time.We crave it, we want it, we need it. We think we need it and we think we want it. I don't have to ask have you asked for that, because most of you probably have. Sitting down and wondering about one more, is all it takes. We dabble in what if's and absolutes sometimes when wishes and promises aren't reality, and you only wish they could see what you see. Like someone waiting for retirement or for an answer, or even a glance, we wait in this life for just about everything. We wai...

A little late to cross examine, but the underlying fear some have, including me (I know and am working on) is of abandonment. I see it in friendships, relationships, in life basically at least in the past and so far. An argument of fighting arises to deflect a larger issue, which is really the fear of being alone. Kind of embarrassing to admit actually because we crave connection or some of us do, and sometimes it's quick and put together rapidly, or it's slow, gradual, or resisting at a pace we can't seem to work with. The emotional capacity at which we allow ourselves to love within, directly affects those with which we bind ourselves to.  How drastically we can misunderstand something that was so simple, yet becomes dressed up as a disappointment if communicated incorrectly or on the web. Our pride can foster worry because we want to be accepted er at least well I do. People shut you out as soon as you say you have this going on, or you are like a certain w...

5:30 and 6am are early. I mean they are early. In a time change, the world is dark out, and truly cold. I try to keep my hands in my jacket pocket as I walk Mia around the complex. It's tough to be up and about and ready to go to get to work at the time I choose to be there. It is truly daunting after a night of less sleep, but last night I slept well. Good morning beautiful is quite possibly the best thing someone can say to me in the morning. One I don't feel it, two I am jittery so I cause others to grumble and groan. I see that in a text, a message online, or a voicemail on my phone and it's as if the whole day turns around. I am suddenly able to get up and get rollin. This morning with a bit of a struggle, and I am sure it is for some too, I said it to myself. No one can validate that but me. Although it is nice to hear it, especially when it comes from someone you like, it was my turn to own it. They tell you to snap out of it, to buck up, and quit being so stupid...

..... LOVE and those I care about; Do what you feel in your heart to be right - for you'll be criticized anyway."-- Eleanor Roosevelt. I feel like Melissa Ethridge's song," I wanna come over." The lyrics don't really apply like they did a year ago, because the situation is different, but the music video itself in that car and how she feels, same exact moment. What the hell is the point if you cannot say what you feel and mean it with all you have? Love hard. The whole don't tell is stupid. When I am with someone, I claim them and I mark territory because I want the world to know I chose them, and they aren't anyone elses. It's interesting how someone can silence you, tell you no. You cannot ask someone to care the way you do and how much you do. This doesn't make or yourself a coward. I would be lying if I said this didn't hurt. That heartbreak with a friend is easy. It is not like How I Met Your Mother, or Friends where you can go strai...

People pleasers make for exhausting relationships. I know this very well. I have been one of them.   I wanted to impress others, get with the crowd, or be liked. I say whatever I can, do whatever I can, and hope in the end they will like me. Maybe what I missed entirely is that if they do not already like and accept you, that’s their problem, not yours. My heart overflows with what I can do, and not   how God wants me to be. Forget the idea whether you are a believer or not. Who do I need to be for me? The storm is the same; it comes crashing down on me emotionally, then I combust into a thousand particles exponentially like a meteor asteroid across the sky.   The point at which I try to justify myself becomes too much and some people lose what I am really saying, or what I even mean. I have never been a fan of excess lazy days that require lots of rest when sick; who does really. I’m never really alone, but my mind begins to believe that I am. That maybe, I haven’t d...

Owning my fur baby although amazing and a blessing in disguise and wonderful for my life and needs, it can be challenging and frustrating. Everyone has their own way of raising kids, so do they with parenting and teaching their animals they own. I have found, it is far better to discuss your problem and or issues with a few people rather than a lot. Sooner or later, everyone is giving you their own advice on how to raise or train said child or kid. For instance, when I was growing up my parents used a spoon and spankings to punish us when we disobeyed, even put soap on our tongues. In contrast, other parents refuse to discipline their kids, but often find that taking away toys or privileges is enough and sufficient to do the trick to get their kids to learn the rules. So in turn, is it different with dogs, on how owners train and treat them. I know some people who let their dogs lead when talking a walk, sleep in their beds, rule the roost, and eat anything off the table. Others are ...

That was then this is now? New Yrs Res again?! Hello 2016! (Kellie Pickler on spotify and Air Supply) A couple weeks ago, I ran into an old high school guy my sister dated. I used to think he was too cool for school and well actually kind of a jerk. He was with a girl that was my friend's daughter. I was out for happy hour with a friend and she leaned lver and said, do you know this guy? I looked over and smiled. It could not be. This guy was the very same one who I watched be a player to others. His face was confused. Do I know you? Yes, actually last name Vigeant, you knew my sister. The man couldnt contain himself he was stoked, he kept asking about her, where and how she was, what was she up to. His poor girl, what a mess. I had had a good night, and told him she's surfing and living life and its crazy fun and nutso challenges down south. I left before it got more interesting, but in reality I felt thrilled for my sister.  That was then, this is now. I am a fuckup. ...