Literally.
Last night the lights were out at Queen and Broadview. A blackout occurred in Apartment 2. "Funny" you say, "I don't remember hearing about that on the news"... Isn't that funny how that works? The thing is, the blackout happened because sometimes I make choices that aren't necessarily the right ones. I am already known for the improper food decisions and poor choice in men that I have made (and am working on) but those ones aren't the only ones apparently.
For example, instead of paying my hydro bill everytime I get one, I tend to go into denial and put it in a safe place. Thinking that it will be paid on its own? or the magical bill fairy will come and pay it when I am not looking at it. After a while of doing this, say, 6 or 7 months or until it reaches a certain amount, sometimes over a thousand dollars, like they do in the movies, they pull the plug. Editor's Note: Think The Pursuit of Happyness, starring Will Smith - who the real person he portrayed is a self made millionaire, I'm just sayin'
Last night I went to training at the ACC for the upcoming season, and then went home to a note in my mailbox. Nope, not a nice note. Not a love letter. Not even a postcard from Jamaica or the Bahamas from some old fairweather friends. This wasn't even a warning or anything. This beautiful note told me that my service had been disconnected. I was shocked, thinking in my head it was just a warning, right? This couldn't have happened. Oh no, I was wrong. Not a warning at all. Maybe the warnings were in all those envelopes I didn't open?
I entered my lovely apartment and all was dark. No time lit on the cable box, light switches didn't work. You know, the brightside is that I did learn last night how much I rely on electricity. Lights, television, internet, Rogers home phone, Jacuzzi tub all require electricity to work. Who knew? At least the hot water was still working after my much needed stress relieving 13km run last night. I was talking myself through getting through a cold shower when I got home but to my surprise, I guess there was still some hot water left in the tank, just for me! I also took a nice hot shower this morning too - perhaps my reward for all of my hard work? Both were done by candlelight so at least they were romantic.
I slept with the windows open last night, as shocking as this may sound, you can't run air conditioning without electricity either! Again, who knew?! So, I got up at 6:30am because the sound of the 24 hour streetcars wouldn't let me rest. Shaking my apartment, squealing around the corner. They actually felt like they were running right through my head. Oh yeah, a "not so" pleasant morning indeed. After 15 years of living on my own, this has never happened. I have never actually had my electricity cut off. Thankfully, my awesome neighbour (yes, there is one!) is holding some food in his freezer and fridge for me that I had purchased over the weekend so not all is lost. I was thinking on my run last night - yes, I had to go last night to fight away the tears, thinking that I am a failure. I am not a failure, I just made a really bad decision for approximately 6-7 months. I am ok and can live with that.
Instead of paying my Hydro bill over the past few months, I have done some important things! I have bought $1000.00 worth of bedding, pillows and paint for my room renovation; have had the most Fabulous weekend in NYC; Oh, and that trip to Vegas staying at the Bellagio as a "nice little getaway." I have also purchased gifts for myself such as Tiffany, clothes, dinners out; a new car....and the list goes on. These are all things I clearly needed. I believe in treating myself, that is for sure. Don't they always say "Pay yourself first?!" I believe in that bigtime as I always pay myself first, doing what I want when I want to...is that so wrong? I have worked very hard, I think treats are mandatory. Like this weekend for example, I am going to Montreal - I haven't been in a few years and need to go to celebrate Baby Momma's birthday with three fabulous ladies! How could I say no??
Editor's Note: Shout out to Baby Momma (www.thecupcakeryto.com), Pat (the Hottest and newest Bevi Cafe owner at 650 Queensway in Etobicoke) and the magnificent super momsy Tama - can I get a What! What!
I also think the hydro bill had a lot to do with that Phony character who I am thankfully clean of....but he did use up a lot of hot water, being that he is full of hot air. Also, money that could have gone towards paying that bill was spent paying for everything, every single time Phony would drop by. I basically supported the 35 year old child for quite a long time. What a waste of money that was. Editor's Note: If a man doesn't buy groceries when he wants to cook for you - get out ASAP. Everything was to make him more comfortable. Oh, he was comfortable, he told me to get him different deodorant as he didn't like the Anti-Perspirant I had picked up for him. This wouldn't bother me if he brought his own or had done something for me once in a while, but nope. Never again. Getting rid of the Phony also has provided some stress & frustration relief as well as financial freedom. Now I feel like I am 55, but younger and even more Fabulous with a bit more disposable / bill paying income.
I wrote an email to Oprah yesterday afternoon, maybe this has happened to provide additional information for my video bio before I am introduced as guest on her show. Maybe this Blog is going to get me rich, famous and most importantly get a book deal. At that point, I can hire someone to pay my hydro and someone else who can hold my straw for me while I drink water (Mariah has one). Until then, I will keep blogging and keep losing and ensure that my Hydro is P.A.I.D.
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Pay your damn hydro bill, they really do actually cut your hydro off if you don't. Lesson learned Big Brother watching, Hydro will be paid early going forward to ensure this nightmare doesn't happen again.
Blog Soon,
PFF
Editor's Note: Hydro has been paid, and should be back on by the time I get home today. Also, the best way to ensure a guy doesn't get interested in you tell them you have done this. It is amazing how humiliated you can feel which makes it easy to move on from other humiliations you face when consistently telling them you want to go out with them, like in your blog for instance. Now too humiliated to speak to them - you avoid rejection!
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