Of the road trip kind.

I think I drove Brother half insane with my repetitive, “we be trippin’, yo” during our 9+ hours in the car.

I’ve decided we’re a dangerous duo when it comes to us alone on the road, with no one to keep us in line and focused.

Well, I mean, that is my task but somehow I just get pulled into Brother’s Vortex of, “you mean you’re not going to stop and enjoy this?”.

And this is always some new and beautiful and inspiring sight … yes, he completely knows the right psychological words that never fail with me.

When it comes to anything over four hours in the car, I’m not a fan, People. Unless I’m in Europe. Then it’s an entirely different story.

I think I get it from TC and all our family road trips, that really were more like trippin’ — of the bad kind. But I can’t really say for sure since I’ve never been trippin’.

If I’m going somewhere, I just want to get there. F this stopping and starting all over crap. Not me. Yet kind of me in my whole “enjoy” and “slow down” views.

Brother, on the other hand, is all, “what does it matter? we get there when we get there. why rush?” To which I’m always like, “puuuhhhlease. I can think of 75 reasons to rush.”

Totally can’t. I hope you weren’t buying that line either.

Our road trip today started off with me in hyper productivity mode — preparing and packing. I think 70% of road trips are done prior to the actual trip. It’s all that other stuff that goes into it. The planning, the making sure all the shit at home is taken care of, the organizing, and so forth.

I don’t get how it’s still this way even for a weekend. Everytime I leave for two days I think, oh it’s just two days. What could I possibly need to remember to bring with me for two quick days?

And then the answer is me with too much shit. Which is particularly the case in this instance because we have all these gifts for our M&M’s. Christmas and Birthday. The entire back seat was filled with shit for them.

By the time we were finally ready to leave, I just wanted to get the hell out of dodge. But then we Guru drove by us on our way out of town and I could hardly believe that good luck.

Pit stop to briefly see and talk to him. So relieved he’s feeling better and is in the clear. Then it was off to kiss The BF goodbye and then Brother insisted on Chick-Fil-A and it took foooooorreeevvvverr because aren’t their drivethru’s always insanely backed up? And then we ran into some serious traffic on 75 and then … you get the idea.

So yeah. I was more than a little antsy. Which is when it is good to have Brother there to balance me out. I can’t even remember what we even talked about because the majority of our time {prior to him falling asleep on me} was spent laughing.

We had a great detour at Wildcat Battlefield – one of the earlier Civil War battles. I decided I definitely, no doubt and hands down, really am my father’s daughter.

Being the history buff that he is, TC also knows everything about the Civil War. I mean that. He totally schooled a Civil War expert. I kinda felt bad for the guy. Only kinda because he had such an air of authorti and that general “know it all ness”. TC set that straight.

It was a gorgeous off road adventure. Tucked away and hidden. There was a very strong energy there … not quite eery yet not quite peaceful. I could feel the presence of that battle, those men and the lives lost.

Pictures to come. For now, I must go to bed. My eyes are literally closing on me. I’m amazed I’m still up. Always the last one to go to bed. I need the quiet, the detox time.

And I also need to be well rested … one birthday party for two birthdays with 40 some guests. Starting at 10. Yeah, that is the morning.

Thomas and Hello Kitty won’t have anything on me.