Get your freakin' eyes checked. That dress is blue and black!!

A random, albeit terrible, photograph of an outdated, pleated cocktail dress took the Internet and social media by storm.

This crazy, visual conundrum divided households, marriages and circles of friends.

Some who looked at the dress saw white and gold.

Others, looking at the exact same photograph, saw a blue and black dress.

Weird. Super-duper weird.

How in the world could thousands, perhaps millions of people, look at the exact same photograph of a simple, ugly dress and some see one thing and others see another?

How could something so simple look so differently to two groups of people?

Who was wrong?

Who was right?

What color was the stinkin' dress?

And it got me to thinkin'...


Labels: I am a white woman.

"I think putting labels on people is just an easy way of marketing something you don't understand."
                                                             --Adam Jones

I am a white woman.

Do you care?

I am a heterosexual, white woman.

Does this offend you?

I am a married, heterosexual, white woman.

Do you give a rip?

I am a conservative, married, heterosexual, white woman.

Do you believe me?

I am a college-educated, conservative, married, heterosexual, white woman.

Did you ask?

I am an employed, college-educated, conservative, married, heterosexual, white woman.

Do you still not care?

I am a God-fearing, employed, college-educated, conservative, married, heterosexual, white woman.

Does this make your blood boil?

I am a Pro-life, pro-traditional marriage, gun toting, God-fearing, employed, college-educated, conservative, married, heterosexual, white woman.

Offended, yet?


Everyone Worships Something


"Fame is a delicate and dangerous creature; I saw people who didn't honor it, who refused to take responsibility for it, get destroyed by it. I also saw that stardom in and of itself was empty." 

Last night, I decided to watch the last half of the Oscars. It was an unfortunate decision on my part.

To be honest, I swore I would NEVER watch another awards show after Sally Field won an Emmy in 2007 and instead of simply thanking all the folks around her, she turned her acceptance speech/rant into an anti-war monologue that included using the Lord's name in vain. Yep, that's class, Sally. Really, really classy.


Plus, I generally HATE movies. They infuriate me with their nauseatingly shallow story lines, unnecessary foul language and insanely left-leaning messages. Also, I don't relish the idea of lining the pockets of individuals who will undoubtedly contribute to Democratic candidates. I'm sorry, but in my opinion, it's sort of like sleeping with the enemy.
But last night, I decided to give the Oscars a chance. Sometimes I want to give people and establishments the opportunity to make me eat my words.


I Ain't Skeered....

"Always do what you are afraid to do."-- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Life is so funny.

Yesterday, in my blog, I called our Dear Leader impotent and a coward. I argued that he was fearful and therefore, weak.

Well, because the LORD is constantly challenging me and refining me, yesterday, my courage was also called into question and some of my personal fears exposed.

Late yesterday afternoon, as I sat at my desk scanning the news feed of my Facebook account (yes, I sometimes suck as an employee), our office telephone rang.

Here's how the conversation went down:

Me: "Good afternoon, Law Office."

Caller: "May I speak with Maci Newsom?"

Me: "This is Maci."

Caller: "Hi, Maci. My name is Joe Wurzelbacher."

Me: **Silence**

Caller: "Is my name not familiar to you?" 

Me: "No sir..."

Caller: "Well, how about Joe "The Plumber"?" 

Me: **Silence**

Caller: "Maci?"

Me: "Seriously?! Oh my goodness!!" 

And as embarrassing as it is, in the spirit of complete honesty, I think, at some point in the conversation, I may have squealed and giggled like a adolescent girl. 

Yep, I am that sort of idiot.


NEWS FLASH: I don't enjoy the idea of war.

For clarity's sake, this is going to be short and to the point.
I am not a fear monger.
I am not blood thirsty.
I am not an Islamophobe.

I don't enjoy the idea of war.

In fact, I would venture to say, that I have a much greater hesitation for the use of military force than many of you reading this.
I would base that assumption on the fact that I understand the harsh realities of war, separation, sacrifice and death more personally and more fully than many of you ever will.
John Stuart Mill once said, "War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself."


Mommy, I need go tee-tee. Nope, sweetheart. There's a boy in the girl's bathroom.

"I am greatly misunderstood by politically correct idiots." -- Brigitte Bardot
It never fails. My little family of four will be sitting at a restaurant, and as our delicious, hot food will be arriving, our little girl will look into my eyes and say, "Mommy, I need to go tee-tee". As my fajitas sizzle or my chicken fried steak lays smothered in the perfection that is cream gravy, she will squeeze her bony knees together and say, "Mommy, I really can't hold it". Her timing makes me CRAZY!! 
If you have children, you know exactly what I am talking about. You stand up and dust the crumbs of chips and bread off your pants and make your way to the bathrooms. You smile and quickly visit with all those you recognize and know while weaving a path through the busy establishment only to find that the line in the ladies restroom is three women deep. Of course, one of the stalls is "out of order". Always. 
Once your child's turn for the potty arrives, he or she sees this as an opportunity to have one-on-one time with their mommy. Oh, and without failure, it is always number 2. Or what my children laughingly refer to as number 3 because it involves both number 1 and number 2. Once finished and redressed, you have to wash their little hands, waiting for the water to reach the perfect warm temperature and then face the obstacle and game of hand censored towel dispensers or the even-more-fun-in-their-world and environmentally friendly hand blow dryers. By the time you get back to the table, your scrumptious meal is cool and become the victim of taste-testing by the family members left behind.


50 Shades of Grey: Get ready to blush.

**This is going to be very difficult for some of you to read. Especially if you are related to me and/or uncomfortable with discussing sex.**

You've been fairly warned.

I LOVE to read. It is my favorite past time. In fact, I read every single night while I am in the bathtub. Yep, I am one of THOSE women...

Reading is my escape. It allows me to delve into worlds unknown, unfamiliar and impossible. Reading provides an opportunity for me to be a queen, a princess, the President, a slave, a hero, a hobbit, a warrior, a wizard, a Jewish remnant, a scientist, an astronaut, an orphan, a time traveler, a Greek god or a military general. Books are incredible gifts given to us for our pleasure, our education, our edification, our soul. Books are tools for expressing what we can't verbalize with our tongues. They are love letters from authors who spend countless months and years of their lives piecing together fantastical worlds in which we can lose ourselves.

I'm giddy just talking about reading!! Truly, I love literature!!

So, with all of that said, here we go...