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?



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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The Furniture Fairies

Last week Sweety’s family really came though for us. Sweety’s mother is moving in with her boyfriend and they are giving us their extra furniture so that they don’t have to put it in storage. While it is kind of a selfish reason for giving us the furniture, I am not going to say no because the extent of our furniture was two computer desks, two folding chairs and an air mattress.

Sweety’s younger sisters have also helped by giving him furniture for his birthday and helping us move the furniture in.

I still have to put together the end tables, but here are a few pictures of the rest of the furniture. For information about the cat on the bed please wait until tomorrow’s post.

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?

Irritatingly Dirty

Growing up I always remember my mother apologizing to guests for how messy our house was. The house could have looked better than a copy of Homes and Gardens but she would still apologize.

Eventually I learned that there was no such thing as too clean. I learned that messes are horrible and should be cleaned up as soon as possible. Dirt was something to be avoided at all costs.

This shows itself most when I do the dishes. I have been known to lecture people for not cleaning their dishes before putting them in the sink to be washed.

Unfortunately, most people don’t understand this all encompassing need to have everything be super clean. When I ask them to scrape off their plates before putting them in the sink to soak, they look at me as if I’m telling them to throw the plate out the window. When I panic over things being put in the wrong place, I’m told to calm down because it’s not the end of the world.

The only problem with that is that to me, it is something to panic over. They may not have a problem tossing their dishes in the sink with food still on them but they also aren’t the ones who end up washing the dishes. When they put things in the wrong place, they aren’t the ones who need to find it later.

I admit that I do overreact to small things regarding cleanliness in my house. But I don’t take it outside of my house. So, honestly, is it really that bad that I want my house to be clean?