Why Does “Just Energy” Need To See My Bill?

Today Sweety and I had two people come to our door from Just Energy. They came several hours apart and the first time I was the one that answered the door.

I thought it was a bit strange that they were asking to see my energy bill to find out if I had “rate protection”. This probably wouldn’t be strange if our energy provider was Just Energy and we had been told they were coming. Unfortunately for Just Energy, our provider has always been Direct Energy.

Of course, this was better than the last time we had someone from Just Energy come by. Then they were trying to convince us that they worked for the government and were checking to make sure we were paying the lowest rate we available.

Needless to say Sweety is not a fan of Just Energy and tends to slam the door in their faces.

Have any of you ever dealt with door to door salespeople trying to switch over your service providers? Do they let you know that’s what they’re trying to do? How do you deal with them?


Migraines and the Inability to Block Out Light

Today I woke up with a migraine. It wasn’t the worst migraine I’ve ever had but it was a bit worse than my normal ones. The throbbing in my head was made worse by the fact that our house has blinds that do nothing to block out the light. As well, the cats decided that they needed to be very vocal today.

I was suppose to go out to brunch with Sweety, his sisters and his father but, needless to say, moving was not an option for me this morning. In fact, I don’t even feel so hot moving now and my migraine has lessened from its intensity.

I have a theory on why I had a migraine today. Part of it is due to the fact that I had a very bad “episode” last night. It was as if I couldn’t turn off my brain and all I could think about was everything that I needed to get done and how I’m doing a really bad job of taking care of Sweety.

In a way I almost feel as if I deserve my migraine. Partly because Sweety and I are just getting by and partly because there is so much more that I could be doing but I’m not.

I know that I’m doing all I can at the moment, but today is just one of those days when I can’t convince myself that that’s enough.

Folding Bags

Folding plastic bags to save space

Folding plastic bags to save space

Today my OCD was getting the best of me in a strange way. I was panicking over the state of all the plastic bags we have collected in the house. We don’t have a bag holder and Sweety was just tossing the loose bags under the sink. Not only were the bags taking up a lot of space but I couldn’t justify tossing them because we use them for garbage bags.

Then, as I was going through Pinterest, I found a link to this wonderful blog post.

I brought out all the plastic bags we have and started folding them. I wish I could say that Sweety was surprised at me doing something so strange, but he has grown use to my weird tendencies (such as having twenty plus categories in my recipe book).

I would recommend folding your plastic bags if you want to save space because it works extremely well. Folding the bags also allows you to check for holes and toss the bad bags.


I had been planning on getting Sweety a cat for his birthday and on Friday I went to the SPCA and Alberta Animal Services to look at cats while Sweety was getting a transfusion of red cells. Unfortunately, I cannot go to those places without wanting to bring home all of the cats.

Therefore, when I went to look at cats at AAS and I was told about a pair of senior cats that were free to a good home, I immediately called up everyone and told them we were getting cats.

For everyone who knows about adopting animals and is shaking their head at how quickly I decided, this is not my first time adopting and we did check to make sure that they would fit into our household with minimal stress to them.

When I brought Sweety to AAS to see if the cats would like us, we fell even more in love and decided that we couldn’t leave without them.

As I’ve adopted cats before, I was expecting a few “problems” while the cats get use to us and their new surroundings. Based on what we had been told, I was expecting urination problems; the cats hiding under the bed and not coming out; and other problems with the cats acting out.

I was completely wrong.

Both cats have settled in with no problems. The worst was that Zoe (who I like to call Ms Zoe because she is a prim and proper cat) had a hairball yesterday.

We took them home on Friday afternoon and by Friday evening, they had claimed their spots on the floor and their person. For those who are interested, Zade has claimed me and Ms Zoe has claimed Sweety. And by claim I mean that the cats are following us everywhere including the bathroom.

I almost feel as if Zade and Ms Zoe were always a part of our household because they are so comfortable with us. The pictures below are from when Sweety was playing with the cats and when each of them were cuddling with me in bed.

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Still Kicking

It’s been over a month since my last post but I am still around. Unfortunately my plan to schedule posts when I had internet access went south. When I was able to get internet access, I had more important things to do such as keep contact with family and pay bills.

At the moment, we are now back in Red Deer because Sweety’s doctor has allowed me to take him home. We are very thankful that we can live at home again but even more grateful that Sweety’s family surprised us with furniture for our homecoming.

It’s rather strange to look around and see furniture especially because we lived here for months with our only furniture being an air mattress. But, I suppose that’s what happens when you move across the country and get a life threatening illness.

I’m hoping that I’ll be able to start posting regularly again but with the way things have been lately, I’m not going to make any promises. I’m also not going to make any promises on post length for the same reason.

At the moment, I am going to leave off so that Sweety and I can cuddle on our “new” couch.

Something Like Home

I love travelling. I love letting go of the known and embracing the unknown.

If I had the money, my house would only be occupied for about one or two months of the year. It would become a place to hold my treasures rather than a place where I spend most of my time.

If I had the time to travel, my house would become a place of rejuvenation rather than a place to live. It would be my castle while the world would be my home.

Because home isn’t necessarily a building. There is no rule that says home must be a house or an apartment. Home isn’t where your bed is or where you spend most of your waking hours.

Home is a feeling. Home is that safe place where you trust those around you. Home is that book you read that always makes you smile. Home is a hug that you can relax into.

Home is the place in time and space where you are most content. It is the place where you feel like you belong, no matter how long you’ve been away.

For me, home is seeing those familiar red cliffs of Prince Edward Island. It is the smell of salt sea air and the sound of waves hitting the sandy beach. It is the feeling of being welcomed back.

However, staying put makes PEI feel less and less like home the longer I’m there. Because it’s not being there that feels like home, it is ┬áthe coming back that feels like home.

Every time I travel, I look forward to returning with stories and treasures from the places I’ve been and the people I’ve met. My favourite stories are always about the new things I’ve done and the items I’ve been able to cross off my bucket list.

What is home to you? Is it a place or a feeling?