What About the Nice Girls!?

This past year… even this past week… I’ve read about, engaged in conversations regarding, and have thought about the whole “nice guys finish last” scenario.

OK, so we’ve all heard the story.. Nice guys get used, passed over, and are treated like the “friend”. They are amazing, selfless, etc, blah blah blah.

Lets take a look at what Wikipedia says about Nice Guys

Maybe there are women out there that DO like jerks and get off on the challenge that an asshole presents. But I am here to say that I AM NOT ONE OF THESE WOMEN. And there are others out there like me.

I don’t like it when men are rude, conceited, don’t call, play games, are aloof, are selfish, etc. Those are characteristics that I see as FLAWS, and are huge turnoffs for me.

I’m not all that concerned with power or success (as defined by most people), and am rarely attracted to men who most consider “hot”. Often these men have a certain air of arrogance that causes me to RUN in the opposite direction. I tend to like guys that are more “cute” or even nerdy. Money doesn’t do anything for me, and I don’t give a shit what you drive.

I’m not saying that I don’t have standards, because I do. But they are more in the areas of honesty, empathy, sense of humor, treating me with respect, and so on and so forth.

Truth be told, I have never actually met a “nice guy”. At least one who is “nice” in the way I read the definition. The men that come closest to matching the above description still have some sort of attribute that keeps them from fully embodying that which makes a “nice guy”.

They are either married, alcoholics, egotistical, want to get in every (any) girls pants, liars, ad nauseum.

So men, don’t cry to me about how you’re so nice and how women treat you so bad. I’ve said it before and I’m sure I’ll say it again: Nice guys don’t finish last… they are just chasing the wrong kind of prey. They spend so much time focusing on the “dream girl”, the one they just can’t seem to capture (which makes them OH so much more appealing) that they can’t see what is right in front of them.

So to all of you “nice guys” out there… You do the same thing to the “nice girl” that other women do to you.

In MY humble opinion, and from someone who really is looking for a “nice guy”, we’re not all that different from you. So pull your head out and realize that you’re not a victim of your own niceties… you’re just really not as nice as you think you are.

Justice Prevails!

There is a first time for everything. A first for me… involved in my first ever small claims case.

I’ll skip the oh so exciting details, suffice it to say that I was wronged, and decided to take legal action.

After I filed my claim in small claims court, the VP of the company who I am suing contacted me a few times in an attempt to “settle”. WHAT he offered was absolutely ridiculous. Frankly, it was insulting. After a conversation with him a few weeks ago, and after I declined his lame-ass offer, I told him I’d see him in court, which was scheduled for this coming Wednesday.

Today I got a call from the VP’s assistant. They are giving me everything I asked for in my complaint, including my court costs. I guess even they didn’t buy their “we did nothing wrong” excuse.

What do I have to say about this? WOO HOO!

I feel vindicated! Justice truly prevailed.

There Has To Be A Better Way

Forget the iron maiden, the rack, or the thumbscrew.

The most torturous device ever created is the microfiche scanner at the library. I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.

Monday Monday Monday!

My new favorite:

$1 Margarita Mondays followed by Guitar Hero III!

Not Quite Miss America

I’ve been thinking about friendship today. The beginning, middle, and end.

When in my youth, I remember a couple of instances when my current friend started playing with someone else (and yes, I was at times the ‘dumper’ in friendships, but this isn’t about that). It was confusing. And it sucked.

Did my toys not hold the same appeal as they did in the beginning? Did I snore during sleepovers? Did I eat in an annoying way that drove my friend away?

Looking back at it as an adult, I think that it was just the natural progression of things. You find someone, “try them on” for awhile, see how they fit, and then move on to something new.

So now that I’m an adult, as friendships come, and subsequently go, the question is: Is this just what happens, or is there something else going on here?

I’ll skip the 4 or 5 paragraphs discussing my theory. BUT, just as a kid, I’m left wondering when it will all happen. I feel my title as being the most witty, funny, and just plain too cool slipping away. I guess even chocolate souffle gets boring after awhile, and evidently, I am no different (and surely not fancy enough to be put in the souffle family). Damn.

Soon I fear I must take a step down from the stage, and hand the construction paper crown to my successor. It was a good ride.

Comings and Goings

Because I KNOW you’re so curious about what’s going on in my life:

• Back on the running/lifting routine. Which also includes many meals that I’m pretty sure have cardboard as the main ingredients. Oh, that’s called “whole grain”. Delicious.
• I got sunburned last Monday while working in the yard. It was nice enough that I wore a tank top. Saturday, we got 6 inches of snow. Insert most appropriate expletive.
• A welcomed return of my “who cares” attitude where men and relationships are concerned, or “love” in general. Ahhh… sweet relief.
• I’m desperately trying to get ready for the annual “Easter in St. George” trip. And not only do I still have to shop for and pack all the Easter bullshit stuff for my kids, my son’s birthday is on the 22nd. I haven’t gotten ANYTHING for him yet. UGGG! And I still have to pack for myself AND my 3 kids. AND there is a Eater parade/program thing at my son’s school, which is fine, except that I’m short on time (which begs the question…What in the hell am I doing writing this post?). And all I really want to do is take a nap.
• The seller of one of my listings is an alcoholic. So when agents call to schedule a showing, I can’t cuz he’s drunk at home and the house stinks. SHIT!
• Despite about one week of serious sleep deprivation (last night was one of the worst), I’m feeling pretty good. A little feisty maybe, but good.
• My niece (the one bitten by the rattlesnake) is doing well and at home. They expect a full recovery 🙂
• I’ve been “tested” a couple of times, and done myself proud.

So wish me well with the preparations for and the actual journey. I hope I survive.

Bastard in the Bushes

 

Although it is a subject that my dear friend doesn’t appreciate, or is comfortable with, the fact that this issue haunted me in my dreams last night and is still on the forefront of my mind makes me feel the need to ‘purge’.

My 3 year old niece, who lives in Tucson, AZ, was bit on the hand by a rattlesnake yesterday.

She’s not doing as well as hoped, especially after receiving treatment so quickly. The swelling that started in her hand has traveled up her arm and into her shoulder. She’ll live. She’ll be OK. But whether there will be permanent damage, or to what extent, is still unknown.

And because I’m such a dork, and have always been fascinated by venomous and dangerous animals, I’ve done the research even before this event. And I know that this may not have a pretty outcome. I wish I hadn’t seen the pictures of rattlesnake bite victims.

What bothers me the most is that there is a little girl who is suffering (thank God for morphine). And I am completely helpless to offer anything but phone support to my most beloved sister.

Stupid Arizona. Stupid snake.  

Who Asked You?!

I’m slightly annoyed.

I love being “lectured” about how I’m not doing it right, or my way is incorrect.

Sure, it may be true. Yes, I have a lot to learn. But hearing some smug dip-shit tell me that the way I’m doing my job is lame when all he has is himself makes me want to puke on my… wait… HIS shoes. OK, so I’m big loser! You make more money that me. Congrats.You’re #1!  Here’s my less worthy cell phone to call someone who doesn’t want to punch you in the face.

When you have a home and are a single parent to 3 young children (or a parent at all), we’ll see how you do it, douche bag.

I say these things in the name of Mona Lisa. Amen.

A Delicate Thing

Work-wise, things have been looking up for me lately. I’ve been busy. Like insanely busy. There have been days that I have put in a full 16 hours.

But I haven’t quite figured out how to balance everything on my over-filled plate.

Family, work, friends, home, self. It all feels so delicate. As if I must sacrifice one (or two) of these things to maintain the others. That I’m barely keeping everything in my life from going up in a ball of unpleasant flames (as opposed to the pleasant ones).

Maybe it takes time. Practice. Experience. I’m hoping that as more demands are placed on me, I’ll better be able to balance them all in a way that satisfies everyone/everything, including myself.

If you’ve got it figured out, please let me in on your secret.

Shame On Me

First time, shame on you.

Second time, shame on me.

Tell me, what is it they say about the hundredth?

I’m not sure, but I’m certainly feeling the shame.