The Zoo

I was almost done writing a different blog post for tonight.

I was almost done.

Let me tell you, it’s powerful. It touches on women’s issues. It was written from my heart.

But the couple at the table in front of me started arguing.

I have been single for a while now and forgot the part of being with someone you love like crazy who can also drive you like, crazy. I am also generally not an argumentative person, particularly in public, so this kind of suckered me in.

Slightly raised voices, leaning in to get the point through gritted teeth, and side glances at me as I was in closest proximity to them.

I was very much seated in an audience position.

Don’t judge me. I still kept trying to finish my post. Tried to get into the feeling I had only a few moments before she raised her voice, and he raised up his hands in response….

But I couldn’t.

I felt like I was a peering cautiously into an exhibit at the relationship zoo.

More raised voices, her running off to the bathroom, and more side glances. She comes back in tears, and proceeds to ignore him as they look at their menus. Attempt to deflate the tension in the air with a softer, lower tone. Hair flips then silence.

Maybe I can stop chatting online and get back to this heartfelt meaningful pos-

Uh oh. Suddenly with clearly frustrated body language he leaned across the table and did the thing.

And I knew exactly what he was going to tell her, more or less.

Calm Down.

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Insert every person’s face when you tell them to calm down.

 

It did not end well.

Ah. To be in love. And part of its zoo.

Maggie xo

 

 

 

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I find peace in the wind and a smile in the sun. I make conversation with the trees and giggle with the animals. A day of fulfillment does not begin with how the world greets me, but how I greet it. It becomes beautifully mutual that way.

The richest moments in my daily life might entail feeling the light from a chat with a cashier, or a brief moment when I sense my presence on this planet fully understood from someone I admire. They often understand it, more than I do right now.

For it is in the little things that create the knowing there is something out there, bigger than myself.

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And that’s what makes me happy.

Maggie xo

My Papi

It’s the time of year again where I get to brag about my dad.

My Papi.

Best dad ever.

If you have a father, stepfather, uncle, or any male figure in your life you can say is the “best” this is the day to show how much you appreciate them.

Because unfortunately for many,

They don’t have this opportunity, or they can’t. FB_IMG_1428727035407

Along with being the best dad ever he has a very “unique” sense of humor that
only those who spend enough time around him understand.

That it’s straight up weird, and doesn’t have a real solid pattern of logic to it.

One fun expression of his humor is the dry “in your face” type stuff he does, and it totally messes with me.

So for this Father’s Day I’d like to mess with him, and share with you the side of him that messes with me.

And I have to say on paper it’s kinda funny….

*Papi once had me check the fire alarm in our house to see if it worked. I held my ear up close to listen for the beep when it did that LOUD INSANE BEEP right in my ear. When I yelled at him as to why he didn’t warn me about that he looked me dead in the eye and said,

Well now we know it works.

*When I cook for my dad or the whole family it is a nice experience for me. Coincidentally though, every time I cook Papi takes some convincing to eat because he never seems to be hungry at that time. I think he’s jealous because I am an awesome cook, but the ironic thing is

He taught me how to cook.

*I had a friend stay over one night and left in the morning before she woke up. She found a kitty poop on my bed and when she told my dad he told her to

Leave the poop for me to find

*Papi calls any man I date Miguel. Do we know a Miguel? No. Did I ever have boyfriend named Miguel? Nope. Now, when I actually had a date with a guy named Miguel…this;

Really messed with Papi’s mind.

Happy Easter Papi!

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Maggie xo

Every Day

I have a good laugh every day.

Every single day.

It’s not something I force myself to do-because honestly I’m naturally pretty damn funny. Just made myself laugh right now from a text I sent someone else. With the intention to make them laugh… but it just happened to be really freaking funny alright?

The following are just a few things that make me laugh:

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Crying children
Awkward Family Photos
Awkward Family Photos
When someone makes fun of me
When someone makes fun of me (I am terrible at math)

The thing is-when you laugh every day certain things start to happen. You find it easier to get through tough stuff. You notice there are more opportunities in your life to have a laugh. There is no longer an honest effort to have a laugh on a daily basis; you just do. You also start to really resonate with how funny YOU are in you’re own funky unique way-and you become so easily entertained by your own humor it creates a better sense of self.

You are okay being alone. Because you’re not lonely.

So laugh.

Every day.

Maggie xo

Be the Change

I am going to keep this short, because I have stuff to do today. I am not giving myself the normal 2-4 hour block of time to go between writing, changing my Spotify playlist, checking Facebook, checking emails, and my phone (which aside from Instagram has the EXACT SAME CONTENT).

Guess what?

I am going to write a book.

Not later, not next spring, and not down the line when I feel I have an “aha” moment on what to write about. This is seriously on my bucket list.

So I’m doing it. Now.

Think I’m bluffing? Well here’s the thing. I had this thought about a week ago.

I am really tired of waiting. hurt-thomas-cooksey-00


I am tired of waiting for a lot of  good shit to happen to me…

So *I*-am going to start to happen to a lot of good shit.

I am going to place myself in good things.

Like the new job I  landed. Just pitched myself to do some marketing for the executive director. Guess what? She’s stoked! Or the many yoga studios in my area. I got a Groupon and decided why not studio hop myself into a great one I can commit to? Or the beautiful (it will NOT be used as kindling after the wedding) bridesmaid dress I ordered one size smaller than I am now because guess what? That’s a GOOD size for me to happen into.

You feel me on this waiting thing?

Back to the book. It WILL be published by June, and it WILL be in the living rooms or bathrooms of 100 people in my local area. Apparently if my book makes it to the bathroom it is a true success; according to my publisher.

I’m gonna go now.

Have some good shit I am happening to today.

Maggie (and Venus) xo

Pet me
She’s tired of waiting for good pets to happen to her…