Worst. Grownup. Ever.

I am, often, a bad grown up. One of the reasons I am a bad grown up is because I am bad at paying bills. It is not always because I don’t have the money (although that has certainly happened before) but is most often because I am irresponsible and forget.

Yet another incident that makes me the Worst. Grown-up. Ever………….

Roomie and I get home the other night (we carpool to and from work, which I’ve now learned is called ride-sharing when you’re a grown up. Carpooling is for kids, but I like the idea of carpooling better because I think the difference between carpooling and ride sharing is snacks and juice boxes. And sometimes we have snacks and juice boxes in the Yaris.) I digress………

We get home and Roomie is the first one in the door. She turns on the light switch…… and nothing happens. So I search through the darkness for an electric bill and can’t find one. I walk to my mail box (which I never check because I am a bad grown up. I was once put on mail restriction because my mail box got so full and my mail person was so irritated with me. I had to go to the post office to pick my mail up and re-activate my mail drop offs. Did I learn my lesson? No) and retrieve two weeks’ worth of mail. Sure enough, I have a past due electric bill.

So I call the electric company and play dumb like I can’t imagine why my electric is not working. He asked if I was aware that I am a month late on my bill and I say, “Who ME?!?! Are you sure? Can you check your records again? I could have sworn I paid that two weeks ago.” Right.

So he says that I have to come up with the entire past due amount in order to have electricity restored. Oh, AND I cannot make a payment over the phone, I have to bring CASH to a KIOSK (I hate that word and I don’t know why) at a payment center. And my bill? $361. Thank you Phoenix summers that last until November.

So I’m freaking out. I don’t have $361 and I don’t know what to do. My first thought is to light a fire in the middle of my floor and dress like a hobo because surely my life is over and the next step in my irresponsibility is homelessness. I figure I may as well start now. Luckily, Roomie pointed out that we have hardwood floors and that starting a fire on them is probably not a good idea.

Then, my phone rings again. It is a Phoenix number that I do not recognize. I pick it up. It is the electric man who tells me that the deposit I made on the electric account when I moved to my condo is abnormally high (around $400) and that I really only need an $80 deposit. Would I like him to apply my deposit, minus the $80, to my past due amount and restore electricity immediately? Um, YEAH?!?!?!?!

I was elated, but after such a stressful experience I did what any normal person would do. I went to the grocery store and bought wine and candy.

A bottle of wine, some candles, some mike and ikes and a few volts of electricity later, we were back to normal.

Phew.

Music Monday

I know it is a little early, but I couldn't resist.

happy birthday

It has been once year since my first blog post.

Happy First Birthday.

It has been fun.

(photo of me with my grandma on my first birthday)

Music Monday

I listened to this AT LEAST 100 times this weekend.

Not kidding.

Flashback Friday

Happy Friday y'all.

I'm saying y'all today because I'm participating in Flashback Friday

brought to us by THIS fun Texan blogger.

So, enjoy THIS post.

(I think it is one of my best)

Enjoy your Fryday Friday.

Writing Workshop

This is one of Mama Kat's writing workshop prompts. I can't link her because the linker machine is not working. Google her if you would like to read her blog! It is cool. 

1.) Describe the best/most creative punishment you have ever given your children or received yourself.

When my brother was approximately this age.......

I was approximately this age......

.....we were taking a bath and my mom left us alone for a little bit. 

My brother pointed to the Johnson&Johnson shampoo and said, "Juice." 

I, being the helpful big sister than I am, gladly filled a play cup from the bathtub with some J&J to quench my dear little brother's thirst. 

He drank some, my mom came in, and guess what I had as my drink at dinner that night? 

Johnson and Johnson. 

Ew. 

And then this one time, I was babysitting my brother and his friend when they were probably 11 and I was 15. I was downstairs in my room and they were on our third floor balcony throwing water balloons at passing cars and one HIT A GUY IN THE HEAD THROUGH IS SUNROOF!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

He came to our front door in his wet Lacoste shirt SO MAD and it was HILARIOUS but I did a good job at pretending to be serious and concerned for my delinquent brother who throws water balloons at people when I was actually just impressed with how good his aim was.

That story has nothing to do with this writing prompt, as I don't remember what his punishment was, but it was really funny and I wanted to share. 

Over Eager

Are any of you on twitter? Do you ever feel like an over eager tweeter/blog commenter/facebook status liker?? Do you ever get a response and then reply, like, 5 million times and then realize the other person isn't responding? Sometimes I feel like Jenna Rink. Like I'm a 13 year old, with the same insecurities, ill prepared for my life as a 27 year old grown up girl. Like I'm too friendly and eager to meet new people and make friends, and I get SO SUPER excited about things that others don't find very interesting.

Anyone else have these feelings?

Thoughts?

More fun at my desk....

My New Hobby

This is my new favorite work activity

(that I do on my breaks,

just in case boss man is reading this).

desk calendar kalander art.

huh huh.

i so funny.

a boat...

some flowers...

and my 5 gajillion dollar

 electric bill that I

still can't get over

Music Monday

I went to a super fun drag show this weekend with Nathan.

Reba was to die for......

I didn't even know this was a video!

Writing Workshop

This post is a part of Mama Kat's writing workshop.

10 reasons I can't sleep at night:

1) My downstairs neighbor smoking, and the smoke wafting into my bedroom window

2) The office building next door to my condo has their landscaping people come at the most ODD hours. They will run the leaf blower at 10 o'clock on a Sunday. Random, right?

3) $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $

4) Sometimes I lie awake designing my dream home, then I move on to my vacation home.

5) Sometimes, instead of sleeping, I name my children. Who don't exist.

6) Sometimes I lie awake worrying about my family.

7) I often stay awake thinking about where I want to move. I know that I don't want to stay in Phoenix, but I am torn between going back to California, going back to Flagstaff and trying somewhere completely new.

8) Sometimes I can't sleep because I am busy planning my outfit for the next day.  Then I start designing clothes in my head. I've come up with some pretty cute stuff. Watch out NY Fashion Week.

9) I often go over my work to-do list in my head, then become stressed with all of the things I need to accomplish. Then I get mad at myself for not being more productive that day.

10) And the WORST nights when I'm up and awake and thinking too much are when I go over almost EVERY major decision I've ever made and analyze it to death. I have a hard time letting things go. I get swept up in regret and sadness. Luckily, those nights don't happen too often. Unfortunately, they usually happen when other things in my life aren't going well.

Yuck.

for an explanation of using 'lie' vs. 'lay' go HERE. 

I love her blog.

for the reals?

Dear Phoenix,

I was ALL ready for fall
(as you can see from my chalkboard,
possibly my favorite thing in my condo).

I had my sweaters fluffed & sitting
 on my closet shelves.

I painted my nails this color.....

I was drinking these and was so
 happy with the chill
 of the air &
 the warmth of my beloved PSL.

And then you did this.

and now I hate you again.
Unacceptable.

Knock Knock.

Who's there?

NOVEMBER

Music Monday

Three words:

Wicky Wicky Wild