Mackgurl's Musings

It's the holiday season. Are you the cook or are you the one given the task of bringing the paper plates and bags of ice (AKA you can't cook at ALL, LMAO) If you are in charge of the turkey sure that means you can cook.. But listen... say what you want, everyone knows that the macaroni and cheese is just as crucial as that turkey!!!  So if you're making the MAC - that cheesy goodness that people will be trying to sneak into plastic and foil wrapped bowls and other containers to take home to eat for breakfast (please, you know you're going to eat it for breakfast) you're not just a cook you are THE CHEF!! Check out this video from Emmanuel & Phillip Hudson...they say perfectly the importance of that good meal and how it makes you wanna groove...and beg for to go plates! LOL

I've heard the saying "A picture is worth a thousand words..." more times than I can remember. Have to admit, that one is pretty spot on. Just think of all the times you've looked at an image - whether it be a painting, screenshot/grab from a video or just the aforementioned picture - did it speak to you? Not in actual sound but could you "hear" it tell you a story? Or perhaps maybe your mind began to wonder about the circumstances of the photo. Oh come on, I know it's not just me, right? I see an image/photo and I think - Nice pic! Wonder what made them take it?  I asked a friend of mind to send a few pics that they'd taken. This one is really interesting...so many different images that I see. Like what? Glad you asked, lol. I see a woman, with full head of curly, wavy hair and she's standing proudly as it blows behind her in the wind. She's strong and confident... I see a misshapen skull...the eyes are radiating such light, with such

Okay so this happened after the other...encounter? That's a good word for it. The last story was a little long so I will try to keep this short.  I was about six months pregnant with my oldest daughter and her father and I were in bed. He was asleep but I couldn't sleep. So I was just laying there in bed facing the window that looked out over our apartment's parking lot. I noticed some light bouncing around outside. I figured it was someone driving into the complex or someone with a flashlight out walking their dog. Then I noticed something strange -  that light that I saw? Was now INSIDE my bedroom!!  But it was no longer light. Now it was a dark blob, shadowy, smokey like. It was at the base of the window just sitting there...and then it moved...and kept moving slowly up the wall. It crept higher and higher and I just lay there watching...trying to figure out what it was. As I lay there watching, it kept moving until it had moved all the way up the wall to the ceiling

Alright so those who know me know that I am a big horror movie fan. I love watching them but end up terrified of them at the same time, lol. The best is when you watch them in a crowded theater, you know on the first weekend that it comes out (before folks have time to spoil it). It’s packed, dark and everyone is wide-eyed – ok some are probably squinting and/or peering from behind their hands – but everyone is just waiting for SOMETHING to happen. The anticipation, the fear is almost palpable as we wait …for the SLASHER to, well slash someone. Or better yet – the inevitable scene where the young pretty girl hears a noise in her house – a house that she’s home alone in, BTWs – and she decides to go INVESTIGATE the noise. MAAAANNNN, the audience almost in unison laments the folly of her actions (LOL – who wrote that? LMAO). We are all like " GIRRRLLL, NOOOO!!! Have you never SEEN a horror flick?” Followed shortly by “Yep, she’s dead” Wonder if that’s why the writers put thos