When One Is Perfect in Every Way, It Is Hard to Be humble

Ankur Mithal a good blogging friend from Dark Office Humour nominated Grumpa Joe’s Place to receive the “One Lovely Blog Award.” Thank you Ankur, you are most gracious. I cannot express my sentiments well enough to convey how you have made me feel: thank you, thank you, thank you.

Ankur actually nominated me several weeks ago, but I have procrastinated and have done nothing about it. Why? Well the award comes with some strings. In order to accept this award and post the icon on this blog I must tell you stuff about me. The first is easy, I have to nominate fifteen blogs that I follow, the second is difficult. I must reveal seven things about myself. How do I do that without exposing myself as a pervert, a homophobe, an Islamaphobe, and racist. Wow, I just spit out  four things about myself and I haven’t even given you any good stuff yet.

Here are my seven revelations:

1. I believe in God as a Catholic.

2. I love colorful Flowers

3. Cooking has become my survival tool

4. I fantasize about publishing a wildly popular fiction novel

5. I converted to Conservatism from Liberalism when I was twenty-three

6. Even though I am classified as a gear head I love art, but hate poetry

7. My deceased wife still occupies my mind and heart

Here are my fifteen nominations:

1. Lady Blue Rose’s Thoughts Into Words

2. In House Counsel

3. The Obama Hustle

4. Tracie Louise Photography

5. Bandwagen

6. The Soulsby Farm

7. Chavisory’s Notebook

8. When Ginger Snaps

9. jambujoseph

10. Red Stripe Photography

11. The Conservative Hillbilly

12. Belle Grove Plantation

13. Losing Vision Gaining Insight

14. Yawper

15. Necessaryandpropergovernment

Now the final string is to notify these bloggers about their nomination.

I’ll Give You Ice Cream-The Progressive Way

Excellent analogy! From a teacher in the Nashville area. To see the entire article go here EVALUATION

Who worries about “the cow” when it is all about the “Ice Cream?

The most eye-opening civics lesson I ever had was while teaching third grade this year. The presidential election was heating up and some of the children showed an interest. I decided we would have an election for a class president.

We would choose our nominees. They would make a campaign speech and the class would vote. To simplify the process, candidates were nominated by other class members.

We discussed what kinds of characteristics these students should have.
We got many nominations and from those, Jamie and Olivia were picked to run for the top spot.

The class had done a great job in their selections.

Both candidates were good kids. I thought Jamie might have an advantage because he got lots
\of parental support. I had never seen Olivia’s mother.

Give Them Ice Cream

The day arrived when they were to make their speeches Jamie went first.

He had specific ideas about how to make our class a better place. He ended by promising to do his very best. Everyone applauded. He sat down and Olivia came to the podium. Her speech was concise. She said, “If you will vote for me, I will give you ice cream.” She sat down.

The class went wild. “Yes! Yes! We want ice cream.” She surely could say more. She did not have to.

A discussion followed. How did she plan to pay for the ice cream? She wasn’t sure.
Would her parents buy it or would the class pay for it? She didn’t know.
The class really didn’t care. All they were thinking about was ice cream.

Jamie was forgotten.

Olivia won by a landslide.

Every time Barack Obama opened his mouth he offered ice cream and fifty-two percent of the people reacted like nine year olds. They want ice cream.

The other forty-eight percent of us know we’re going to have to feed the cow and clean up the mess.