M is for

Monday.

What is it about Monday?  Is it the aura?  Other people's attitudes?  Is it the hangovers.

I hate Mondays

L is for

Living with C

It's been an adjustment, and there are things we are still working on.
I know I've mentioned before, C is a worker.  He is not one to laze about on weekends.  After getting tattooed yesterday you would think he would want to relax, rest..... nope.  Back out in the yard toiling away this morning.  He gets so caught up in doing it, he barely registers others.  He has this shovel that folds, so I went to help him yesterday, and after puzzling for like 5 minutes I said "Hey C, do you know how this shovel folds out.  He looks up for a second .  "Yes", then went right back to raking.  Are you fucking kidding me?  No, he wasn't.  He actually made me ask "You want to show me how?"
He has literally once started making the bed while I was still in it.  On a fucking Saturday.  At 8 A.M.  Why?  because he was up he thought he would just make his side.  Yeah, riiight.
He sorts laundry into six separate loads.
He can't read a paper after someone else (meaning me).  He will actually go buy another one rather than read a "recycled" paper.  OCD much?  The answer is yes.  

K is for

Keeping sane during exam time.

1.  Be prepared.  Sounds simple, I know, but going into an exam you are confident about passing cuts down on the panic.

2.  Do not hang around people in your classes.  The discussing the exam after taking it only makes you crazy and second guess if your answers were right or theirs.... what you missed, what you should have gotten.  Occasionally some prick will ask if you got the "trick questions".  My friend Jake perfected the way to respond to this: say "shut the fuck up Jamie".  Yeah, I'm that guy.  The moment of blind panic makes me laugh.

3.  When you are tired, sleep.  The exhausted mind retains and remembers little.

4.  Drink.

J is for

Jobs.
C just started a new job on Monday.  He loves it.
Me, I am getting full time over the summer until September.

Junk.
Cleaning up this property is  horrible.  We spent four hours this morning cleaning up after the upstairs neighbour from hell who just throws her garbage bags from her deck, half the time they splatter open.  She says it is her daughter, who does this when she is not home.  She is also a lying bitch, because I've seen her do it.  Fucking cow.

Jam session:
C has one tonight, and getting some ink.  I'm bored and all alone:(

I is for

Ingratitude.  Do you know these kinds of people?  Always asking for help, never appreciating it?  Never thinking people give them enough help?

Okay.... my paternal grandfather's family is fucking weird.  My mother's cousin, who used to be normal, in the last 4 years has gone from Lovely yet religious person, to religious douche bag.  IMHO.  It started when she met her now-husband.  They got pregnant immediately (love at first sight.... yeah, okay).  She had a daughter. They never got married, because he could not afford to give her the wedding she deserved.   He took parental leave, and the family as a whole ended up on welfare when his company went tits up while he was on leave.  And she got pregnant.... again, and again, and again.... and now again.

So recently welfare cut him off.  That saying they still support her and her 4+ kids, but lessened the cheque by his amount.  She wrote on Facebook how it is unreasonable for the government to expect him to get a job when they have soon to be 5 children to raise.  She cannot handle them on her own.  See. they did not PLAN 5 children, they just think the Lord is their birth control.

So last year when they cut him off. she put out a call on Facebook for money.... REALLY.  A "give to the cause".  That was when she was on bed-rest with baby 4... people felt bad, and actually gave her money to keep him home with the three kids.  Since then she gave birth, got pregnant again and has recently commented that "Charity from my family and Christian family has been cut almost in half.... I guess everyone is having it tough and can't give as much as they would like to."  Or they are getting sick of sponges.... nah.... let's blame the economy.  Funny thing is, she never thanked the people who gave them money.  She thanked the Lord for moving people to give her money.  So people give her money , God did it.... people giving her less money.... economies fault.

So, last month was her 2nd kid's 4th birthday.  She put on facebook how she was sad she could not afford to make him a cake.  So my mom baked a cake with my borther and brought it along with a present.  (Once upon a time they were really close).  After they left she put out a post on facebook.  "Wow, my cousin brought over a cake for Micah and a present.  My kids are so cute.  We always bake from scratch, but they still loved the cake made from mix, love you Cuz."   Yeah.... that is her idea of gratitude.  "Better than nothing, but not nearly what I deserve."

They did finally get married.  When she was 8 months pregnant with their third child the church gave them the wedding of her dreams.  I guess they could have put that money into a food bank, or something, but hey, so long as she got the wedding of her dreams.  The Lord is great:P

H is for

 My city Hamilton, ON.  Steeltown, "The Hammer", The arm pit of Canada.

But did you also know we are the waterfall capital of Canada?

Like most things I guess there is positive and negative about my city.  Looking out, over the escarpment.... Damn it's ugly

But travel up that escarpment and look what you find.

G is for g

Gays with signs.  What can you do when you are blamed for the destruction of society?  Fight back with humour.  

My personal favorite:)