It is no use being nice

It is sad to say, but the older I get I realize that there is just not much use to being nice. It just seems like when you try to do something good and help someone else out, it just seems to backfire.

Case in point. A couple of months ago one of Jason's coworkers sent an email to everyone asking for donations to send her high school son on some kind of trip for his football team and the kid needed $500 for the trip. If you know Jason, he is not one to donate money. However, I think he felt for the kid who needed the money to compete with his team. So he decided to donate some money.  Well, he found out today, that this same coworker who was asking for money took time off of work and went to the SUPERBOWL!

I just don't understand people. I have been burned by what seems like several people in my life this last year and a half. Two, whom I went completely out of my way for and was really trying to help. So now I have no patience for the little things, like this stupid lady who went to the Superbowl after begging for money. After a while it is difficult to not feel bitter. What's the point of being nice?

I suppose the alternative (becoming like the heartless offender) is much worse. But how lovely it would be to be heartless at least some of the time.

Enough of my ranting. I was helping Zachary and Grace with homework tonight.

And then Jayden walked in and proclaimed "I Am A Lady"

Don't you love holiday shopping?

Dear old lady who put this note on my car,

I parked entirely within my parking space. I was not even close to going over the lines or even being on the line for that matter.

It is not my fault that you are so fat you can't even get into your car. There was plenty of room for any normal person to walk through the parking lot, open their door and get in their car.

Yes, I saw you standing there with all your fat and your moo-moo attire. A word of advice, don't blame others for what you can't do because you are fat.