Hi Stephen,
No, I wasn't just making it up last time, and to prove it to you, I took pictures on my way to the chiropractor on Friday. I do pass several signs that have "Perry" in them, which I thought you might like to see for yourself.
While I'm on the highway, I pass the Perrysville Avenue exit. (See the sign above)
When I get off the main highway, I am then following along on Perry Highway Road.
And here is where I end up. So, there you are. Every Tuesday and Friday I drive to Perrysville, past Perrysville Avenue, along Perry Highway, and I visit Dr. Giza for my back. You should have seen me trying to pause while driving to take photos of the street signs, I'm sure the people behind me just LOVED that. But, it was one of those moments where I thought, "Yeah, he probably thinks I sit here making up shit just to entertain myself as I write, but lemme prove it to him that I don't."
Anyway, then, my mom and mother-in-law all met Pete for lunch afterwards, and as we pulled into the restaurant parking lot, "Faithfully" came on the radio. I said, "SEE?! You are both my witnesses! He follows me EVERYWHERE!!" And my mom chuckled, "Yeah and you HATE IT too, don'tcha?" she said. I just grinned. Nope. I don't hate it.
So, feel free to show up at my chiropractor's office if you like, and say hello. The point is, you surround me all the time, you're WITH me all the time, and it's some kind of weird "divine intervention" of sorts, not just a coincidence. Because brother, even you gotta admit, these are a LOT of coincidences. And when you have a LOT of them strewn together on a daily basis, well, it's rather bizarre. Not just a fluke. Something is UP in the cosmos, my friend, and it's calling to you to come over here to Pittsburgh to find out what it is all about. Who knows, maybe I am that elusive "soulmate" you've been searching for all your life. You won't find out unless you get your sexy butt over here, now, will ya??
I don't think my husband would mind that one bit. *smile* In fact, he'd probably give it his blessing, as long as you get me back home at a decent hour when you're done with me. hehehehehehehe
Ah well, you probably still think I'm a loon. Nothing much I can do to change your mind about that, so I won't even try. Think whatever you like about me, but you cannot dispute the fact that your last name is on a lot of street signs across the country. So nyah. And you cannot dispute the fact that when I SEE your last name on a lot of street signs across the country, I think of you. So nyah and double nyah.
Ok ok I'll shut up about it now.
Spring is just around the corner, haleluyah for that...we saw a ROBIN yesterday. That's a sure sign. So, I've been in the mood to do some spring cleaning around here. This house is so cluttered, it makes me frazzled just lookin' at it. So I'm going to start packing stuff away, because we'll be moving soon to a new house...hopefully. We've had our eye on a house that we LOVE, and would be perfect for all of us, for quite some time now, and luckily, nobody has put an offer on it at all in over a year since it's been on the market. We are the only people who put in an offer, as a "rent to own" situation, but they rejected it due to an estate issue, as they didn't want to complicate that in any way. So, they know we are interested in the house, and our real estate agent called theirs just the other day to remind them that we are still interested, and will soon be able to get financing for a mortgage. Hopefully nobody else will swoop in and steal it out from under us......cuz if they do, somebody's HEAD is gonna ROLL. I'll make sure of it.
All my life, I have rented. I've never owned a house before. I'm 42 years old. Pretty wild, huh? I do know there are perils to owning a house, repairs, maintenance, headaches, cha-ching cha-ching cha-ching, but at the same time, I'm 42 years OLD dammit, and it's time to have a "home base." I mean, sure, renting is a freedom of sorts---"hiya landlord, fix this for me, will ya? Mow that lawn for me, clear that snow off the sidewalk for me, yeah I don't wanna live here anymore, here's my 30 day notice..." And I could just pick up and go whenever I felt like it, as long as I fulfilled my lease.
Sometimes, though, you find yourself not really wanting a whole lotta freedom so much anymore.
Have you ever heard the expression "Rope will set you free?" Well, I have lived it, so I can tell you that it is absolutely true. This coming weekend, Pete and I are going to DC for a Rope event at the local dungeon. They offer lots of classes on "how to" do certain things with rope, like suspension, bondage, etc., and it will definitely be an interesting weekend. You may be wondering, "how the hell can rope set you free?" Well, when somebody else ties you up, there's nothing YOU can do about it...so if they give you some yummy orgasms while you're tied up, all you can do is let your body go with it, you have no control whatsoever, so you are FREE without guilt, without anxiety, without fear of being criticized, and you can just FLY and be FREE while you're tied up and being forced to do all those "wicked" things.
Even if you're living in your own personal prison, you can still find freedom.
Well, I'm off to start the day. Hope you have a great weekend.
Love, Rebecca
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