Hold on to your horses, people, because this is going to be amazing.
I thought of this at least a year ago, and it’s been burning in my conscience so badly that I just can’t keep it from the world any longer.
I have the solution to unemployment. And neither the government nor the taxpayer has to pay for it.
Have you ever been driving along a beautiful street and then saw an obnoxious, out-of-place telephone pole and thought, “That is so ugly! I wish they would take them down.”
Well, I have.
And that’s when it clicked.
We need to rid America of telephone poles! We don’t need them anymore and they’re really just ugly, unnecessary fixtures that we have to pay to maintain. Imagine the millions of jobs that this could create if we just committed to taking down the telephone poles!
Here’s where it gets brilliant. The cell phone companies would be called upon to subsidize it, because after all, it’s going to make them a lot more money. You could sell the wood to make amazing reclaimed pieces… that would make more money, too. It’s a win-win!
You wish you’d thought of this, right?
And hey, it really is a long-lasting solution, because you know that as soon as they get that last hideous thing down…
… our whole digital, wireless, crazy technology world is going to collapse. And,
My girlies love clothes. And you can imagine with four of them that we go through a lot. Their Nana loves to shop for them and also gets great hand-me-downs from a friend of hers who has a granddaughter just older than Hope. (how convenient!)
Last time we were at Nana’s house she gifted us with a huge bag of clothes! Which we couldn’t look through for several days! And the girls were going crazy! But I didn’t want to have a mess at an inopportune time! (and do they ever make a mess trying on all those clothes… but they have fun so it’s all good)
When the day finally came for us to go through the stuff, I gave the girls specific instructions: “Girls, I’m going to put the little girls down. Do not touch the bag until I come back out!”
When I returned to the living room, I was shocked and amused at what I found:
The girls had literally made a fence around the bag. “We put all the rocking chairs and ottomans around it so we would make sure we didn’t touch it, Mommy!”
I laughed so hard, took a picture, and thought, “I’ve got to write a post about that!”
Pardon a quick history lesson: Have you ever wondered where the Pharisees came from? They’re nowhere to be found in the Old Testament, and then they suddenly appear unintroduced and unexplained, playing a major role in the gospel narratives.
The Pharisees were the upholders of the law, the self-proclaimed keepers of the kingdom. In their zeal to keep the law and insure that the people of Israel would never again fall into polytheism, the Pharisees had built fences around the law in the form of new laws. These new laws were meant to keep people from disobeying the original laws. But then, those weren’t good enough, and more were put into place. Eventually, the Pharisees made their law-keeping a law unto itself. The purpose of the law in displaying God’s beautiful character was completely obstructed and opposed.
Paul has an awesome “rose garden” illustration about this, but you’ll have to ask him about that.
I cannot explain the depth of my amusement at the fact that my children made a literal fence around something they weren’t supposed to touch. Their childish version of Pharisaism didn’t bother me at all; but wow am I ever going to have an awesome example to use with them when they’re older!
Here are a few funny things that were heard around here this week ~ hope you enjoy!
This morning, Gracie got out of bed a little earlier than I wanted to. So after taking her to the restroom, I brought her in bed with me. One of my favorite things to do with the girls is to ask, “What is your favorite…?”
“Gracie, what is your favorite thing to eat for breakfast?”
“Strawberries and eggs.” No surprise there; she’s said that before.
“What is your favorite thing to eat for lunch?”
“Macawoni and cheese.” Again, completely normal two-year old answer.
“What is your favorite thing to eat for dinner?”
“Pizza.” I quite agree.
“Gracie, what is your favorite thing to eat for a snack?”
We were driving home from eating dinner out this week when Gracie interrupted the conversation to complain…
“Mommy, I’m hungry!”
I reasoned with her, “You can’t be hungry, Gracie. We just ate.”
“I’m hungry from the talking!”
And the grand finale (in my mind). = )
Hope and Sophia were cleaning up their papers and crayons after coloring one afternoon. Sophia held up two cut-out figures that closely resembled a man and woman for me to see.
“Wow, Sophia, those are great. Who are they?” I asked.
Her voice became very excited as she held up the woman who I could now see had a beautifully colored dress, “This is Aunt Laurie at her wedding!!!”
“Oh wow!” I said.
She held up the rather long, skinny figure of a man, “And this is Uncle Aaron. He was so excited he turned into a microphone!!!”
It’s time for the next installment of Gracie’s stages!! And it is a good one!
This stage was definitely my sister’s favorite ever. It got to the point where she would text me every morning saying, “Did she say it?” But I give too much away.
We love two-year old’s around here!! I think it’s my favorite age.You can read about why here. After that post, I started writing down all of Gracie’s fun two-year old stages. You can read about some of those here and here.
A little background before I dive in to the story of this stage. Gracie lost weight from the age of six to nine months (I really took that hard) and it was a while before she got back to where she needed to be.
She’s definitely making up for lost time.
Plainly stated… the child LOVES to eat. And I’m so thankful every time I look at her chubby little body.
At some point this fall, she realized that I pretty much knew what I was going to make for dinner that night; and that if she asked me I would share that information with her. (The other girls will frequently ask about the dinner plan at some point during the day)
Gracie began to ask me, “Mommy, whasfodinnuh?”
And I would reply with whatever the choice was for that night.
To which she would reply, “Oooo!!!!” with a very excited, happy look on her face.
It was great. But it got even greater.
That question became literally the first thing she said to me every morning! For at least a month, probably longer!
I’d walk into her room in the morning, “Good morning, Gracie! How are you?”
She’d stand up (always with the most hideous case of bedhead you’ve ever seen), rub her sleepy eyes and say in a soft, morning voice, “Mommy, whasfodinnuh?”
And I would reply, and she would say, “Oooo!!!!” with a very excited, happy look on her face.
Every. single. morning.
(See how I just. did. that.? It’s a very bloggy thing to do.)
Even though she had already asked first thing in the morning, she would still ask six or seven times during the day. Just randomly walk up to me and say, “Mommy, whasfodinnuh?”
And I would reply and she would say, “Oooo!!!!” with a very excited, happy look on her face.
Didn’t matter what it was. Spaghetti? Tilapia? Chicken and dumplins? Breakfast?
“Oooo!!!!” with a very excited, happy look on her face.
Of course, I would tell Laurie about this during our daily phone conversations; so she began texting me in the morning, “Did she say it?”
It was her idea for me to ask Gracie, “What do you want for dinner?” Awesome idea. “I’ll try it tomorrow!”
So the next morning after “Mommy, whasfodinnuh?” and my reply and “Oooo!!!!” with a very excited, happy look on her face; I asked:
“What do you want for dinner, Gracie”
“Chicken and dumplins!”
She said that for at least a week; but after she said it, I would tell her what we were actually having and she would say…
“Oooo!!!!” with a very excited, happy look on her face.
Welcome to “What the fly on the wall heard”! This is where I keep track of all the silly things said around here as we go through our life with four girls five and under.
Sophia quickly shoved a bunch of newly picked grass in my hand so she could run down the sidewalk as we were on our way home from playing outside, “Mom, can you hold these for me? It’s my fresh garlic!”
This afternoon at lunch, Paul and I were conversing about ranching life, how it’s dusk to dawn, day in and day out; how there’s so much work to be done; how it must help people to avoid the pitfalls of idleness to be so busy…
Sophia chimed in (with very excited tones), “And because they live on a farm, they don’t even have to stop to eat breakfast if they’re really busy; they can just go to work, grab one of the animals, kill it and eat it!!”
Gracie had a little something to add, “And they probably get a kitty-cat, and they’d kill it and eat it, and then put it inside the fence. And that makes perfect sense.”
I’m not lying! That’s what she said!
So just to review, they’d kill a cat, eat it, and put it inside a fence. All that would make perfect sense.