Mackgurl's Musings

A house built with straw A house built with sticks We know how the story goes Quickly thrown together A few flowers, a few kisses, a few sweet words And then the wolf takes a deep breath A house built with straw A house built with sticks We know how the story goes The wolf begins to blow Exhaling puffs of anger, huffs of misunderstandings Stirring your hurt feelings and making you run A house built with straw A house built with sticks Is no match for a house built with bricks It's foundation is strong Built on friendship, laughter Spending time together, learning one another It can withstand a hurricane of tears It can withstand the tides of raised voices A shelter from the huffs of disappointments But it takes more time to build It takes more care, more effort Ensuring that the foundation is set A house built with straw A house built with sticks A house built with bricks We know how the story goes Now, which house do you prefer? And which house will you choose to build?

I have always believed that if you live long enough you will learn many many things. Some good, some not so good and some downright awful. Either way, those things you learn it's up to you what you do with that knowledge. You can use it to help someone, help the world-at-large (say for instance you learn how to IDK make/utilize something that helps with pollution IDK but you know what I mean, lol) Or you can use it help/better yourself. Oh come on, there are tons of self-help gurus and books and videos and classes, etc. that you can visit/read/watch/attend that are slated to help you, well, BETTER YOURSELF . And why not? unless you're a complete NARCISSIST,  who doesn't want to be a better version of themselves? It helps not only you but the people that you grace with your presence 😁 Sometimes though, these things you learn...these LESSONS ...aren't always pleasant. You may find out things about yourself that you weren't aware of, things that you can choose to eit...

Quick game - Choose one of the songs listed below and use it in your best catchphrase of what you would say to your future boo. Today's group -  SILK   (I don't own the rights to the songs or image from the album cover) 1. IF YOU (LOVING ME) 2. MEETING IN MY BEDROOM 3. LOSE CONTROL 4. FREAK ME 5. LETS MAKE LOVE 6. I CAN GO DEEP 7. HOOKED ON YOU 8. GIRL U FOR ME 9. SEXCELLENT 10. PLEASE DON'T GO 11. BACK IN YOUR ARMS 12. WHAT KIND OF LOVE IS THIS 13. NOW THAT IVE LOST YOU 14. DONT KEEP ME WAITING 15. AHH Here's mine: AHH, I've planned something for us baby, something SEXCELLENT - a MEETING IN MY BEDROOM for just the two of us. So P LEASE DON'T KEEP ME WAITING for you to FREAK ME. IF YOU (LOVING ME) , go ahead and LOSE CONTROL and LET'S MAKE LOVE . Damn, baby, WHAT KIND OF LOVE IS THIS ?! I'm already HOOKED ON YOU. PLEASE DON'T GO , luv, not yet. I just want and need to be BACK IN YOUR ARMS for a little while longer... Well, what do you think? Y...

Ok so I love a challenge. This was a social media challenge from a group that I'm in. The object of the challenge, was to come up with a rap based off the photo.  And here's my response Walked up to the table, fork at the ready 'bout to chow down on this plate of spaghetti. Had to pull my gun on the chef that made it. How you gonna serve a boss some noodles that's naked? He stared down the barrel as I clicked the hammer He was real mad nervous and started to stammer. Ma'am they said you were the lady in charge That your patience was small but your pockets were large. They said you were the mac and since you were the boss  I guess I just figured you'd have your own sauce. I couldn't be mad, 'cause the chef had a point  I said this here spot is now my new favorite joint. Sketti wasn't right so there wouldn't be a tip But at least this man knew that I had the drip. So, what do you think? LMAO!

Your hands… exploring… your fingers… searching and finding… t he gravity at the center of me that holds me down… one touch launches me… the second touch s ets me free… i nto the heavens… seeing stars and feeling moon dust.

Snuggled in these arms of yours they hold me close and tight...not to hurt or restrict but to reassure me that all is well... that here it’s okay to take down my walls... that here in the shelter of your arms, listening to the music created by the beating of your big warm heart I am safe... I am home.