Opie, the Driving Cat

Opie's driving me down to visit my Mom. It's about a 6.5 drive from where I live on back roads. My Mom is facing a major surgery [2nd one] on her back. I haven't seen her in 3 years. That's way too long. She's been unable to drive up here to visit me because of her back, and since my car accident---I've been unable, and too scared , to go visit her.

Superman will be flying along to assist should Opie need a cat nap. Or if his little legs get too tired from pushing the broom stick down on the gas pedal. Or should he just need to groom or something like that. I have drugs...errrrr I mean ways to cope should I need it.

THIS IS HUGE FOLKS!
Road Trip....
Oh crap....

But I'm going drugged.......errrrrr..... I mean... medicated, or not. One way or another. My Mom needs me. I need her. She's my Foster Mom. I was adopted as a teen, and was the first of 11 other foster kids. You'll hear about her more in my book. My Mom should be on Oprah. She is the reason I'm alive today, the person I am today, and she needs me. Hearing her say she needs me is bigger than PTSD. Bigger than my fears of being in a car. If it takes 12 hours to get to her, I will do it!!!

On the way back we're stopping to visit Lily, from Blawgh, Life on the Farm. It's our first time to meet. A fellow blogger, now dear friend is going to let me drive the tractor on her farm. Can you do that medicated, too??? Oh wait I think that's what she said... Oh maybe she said I could pet her horse or at least ride it in a circle in the corral. Holy Horse Doo! I'm gonna be a cowgirl!

Any whoooooooooo, peeps. There I said it. I'm taking a long arse road trip. And spending my birthday tomorrow with my family. We're leaving in about an hour and a half, and I haven't thrown up yet. This is good... very, very good. Hey send cake... birthday hugs, presents hehehehe and especially your love, and well wishes. But seriously.... [ummmmmm I AM serious about the presents......and cake]

It's my birthday and all I want is for one moment to be able to feel like I used to, War Warrior Extraordinaire... the one who used to drive back and forth across the USA by herself chasing her dreams as a singer. With Opie as my co-pilot, and Superman flying overhead, I should be just fine.

I'll update you later from the hotel... OK now start singing Happy Birthday to me!!!!!!

Yikes!!!! Opie just asked me if he'd need a broom for the brakes..... Good thing he's on the ball. I love that cat!