My mom sent me an email recently with a bunch of unusual…uh…cars.

Being from Texas, I gotta go with the hickmobile. Which is your fave?

Paul’s new car got me thinking about my first one, so I thought I’d share a piece of my past.

This is a 1968 Mercury Cougar. Not mine, but just like mine. Mine was even red. It was my brother’s when I was 15/16, but he wrecked it. It got fixed, but was left in in our field for about a year. This whole time I begged my dad to let me have it. He said I could, but I had to get a job to fix up the body (it needed some work). It was good motivation, so I got the job. I had it painted and the interior completely redone. I even did a little of the work myself.

I lived a lot in that car when I was 16/17…my parents were divorced (now remarried-long story) and I had to go back and forth between the 2 houses for awhile. I kept all my school stuff in my car, bags of clothes, makeup, etc. Even food. It was a thing of solidarity, of peace, of comfort. I could get away in it and it was mine. It was my baby. I remember sitting in the parking lot after school a couple times fixing the carburetor so it would run again. I learned that car. It was a thing of much pride.

It was awesome…I still miss it. I haven’t driven it in 11 years (when I graduated high school-yikes, I’m getting old). I moved out of state that summer and it stayed behind with my dad. Eventually he brought it to me, but it needed work done (to run well) and I could never afford it.

Eventually I got married I moved out of state and again, it stayed behind with my dad. A little over 3 years ago, our family needed a car but could not afford one (another long story). So I told my dad I’d be willing to trade the Cougar for a car he had. My Cougar needed work done still and we didn’t have the cash, to fix it up…I had to sacrifice my car for my family.

I told my mom if they ever sell it (even though it is theirs now), I will die of heartbreak and come back to haunt them. We even have enough cash now to fix it up, but not enough to buy it back…*sigh*  Maybe someday. If you ever hear me scream for joy, you’ll know I somehow got it back.

Oh, yes, I will get it back

Can you just feel the sarcasm dripping down my page?? It’s there I assure you.

This morning I woke up to rain. That’s fine, I love it when it rains.  But not when I have things to do.

I came downstairs and looked at Evil Furball’s stitches…and saw her intestines. Nice…gotta call the vet and get her restitched. But first, I had to get my car to the dealer for it’s first new-car maintenance done.  We took both cars, (he drove his, I drove mine) because the plan was to just leave it there and have it picked up later.  Then the dealer told us it would only be an hour…so then what?? We went for a nice country drive. Then Pierce had to go potty, so we drove back into town and stopped at a store. Paul and Pierce came back out with breakfast (we hadn’t had time to eat) of Nutter-Butters and M&M’s. They were peanut, so at least Pierce had something healhty.

Anyway, we picked up my car and came home. I called the vet…no answer. So what am I supposed to do…use duct tape on the cat??? Grrrr….

Oh, and to top it off (can you tell I’m a bit ornery??), by back is so sore! I worked out yesterday, doing things I hadn’t done in a year…I forgot I had muscles back there.

And the boy just got his head stuck in the kitty crate.

This is definitely the makings of a migraine.