....so its the last weekend I am in town...Sunday afternoon....and I decide that I am NOT leaving Texas till I find her...
so I go on whitepages.com and look and spell her parents name every which way...and I FIND HER PARENTS.....well I cant even tell you the joy that consumed me....These were the people that had a piece of my life...these were the people that I shared a happy times with when I was small. This was my moms best friend for many many years...hence why Micah and I were friends...and I have found them...So I prepare myself....calm down I mean.. YES, I was jumping up and down! So I call Jean Ann, her mom and tell her its Cassie and she is soosososo happy to here my voice and we catch up for a bit and she gives me Micah's number and says she lives up the street from her and gives me the address. So while I am on the phone with her...I mapquest it...YEAH 15 FREAKIN MILES.....here I have been here for two freakin months and she is only 15 miles away the whole time.....so after about an hour of catch up...I call Micah....we miss each other for a few hours and then...............
I call her back and we just could stop talkin....so I tell her we HAVE to see each other...and so we do....on Wednesday the day before I leave....
I cant begin to tell you how happy this part of my story means to me....I went to see my shrink last year and we couldnt find any good memories from my childhood. I only remember a sick mom. I only remember not being cool, not being in the "in croud", not having any boys like me, being the grownup since I was too small to remember, not having a dad, being on welfare, be humiliated for going to the store with food stamps, everyone else seeming to have something that I didn't.....a past I had chosen to forget. It was easier...I have made myself find a good place to stay...My mom always told me that I was the master of my life....she always said...you dont like it, change it...dont cry about it...whine about it...gets you know where...and thats probably one of the smartest things she said to me...tooo bad she didn't live by her own advise...but when do we ever?
Here are some pics when we were small....
So , I run up and hug her Mom and Dad and I didn't want to let them go...then Micah...and I want to hug her forever...and we went in and started looking at pics right away and then I had to pee...so I am like Micah, I need a potty...she is like go through the kitchen and the first door on right....yeah...omgomgomgogmgogmgogmgogmg She has a coke kitchennnnnn...omgomgomgomg...For those who know...I am casicola....because I collect coke and my ENTIRE KITCHEN is coke and our ENTIRE CHRISTMAS DECS are all coke.....so I feel like I am at home...The weird thing is, its not just a lil coke...its like my house coke....look at the pics....Hers.....
Mine
I dont know if you can seee....the black and white check...we wanted to do black and white check wall paper to the chair rail but we didn't yet..and I wanted the black and white tile she has....so weird that we are miles apart and so alike...we both started collecting when we were 17 ..btw...
ok...everyone knows what a strawberry shortcake fan I am....so I have this story...I was about 7 and my mom told me to clean my room and so I do and she comes in and says...cass? did you clean your room? I'm like ...um yeah...she is like are you sure? I say yes and then she proceeds to look under my bed and takes a bag and puts all the toys (my 2 strawberry shortcakes and some other stuff) and then tells me that she is gonna teach me a lesson...that she is giving this bag of my stuff away...to teach me to clean properly....and she is giving it to Micah...um...she HAS FREAKIN EVERYTHING....SO Completely SPOILED.....I go to her house to play in her 2 play rooms....more than toys r us....I am devastated...and in case you wanted to know who long I have been a fan....
LOOK
my grandmother told me that I would make her wash this dress over and over because I wanted to wear it everyday. and this is one of the few memories that I have...this dress...I told lovey this story when I met him...and Christmas was about 6 weeks later and we were opening presents...and it was an original strawberyshortcake that he bought off of ebay and he told me, it was the original one...but it was a replacement with love.....thats one of the days I knew I would spend the rest of my life with him....
So Micah and I are sitting in the kitchen talkin and I tell her listen....I have this story thats A HUGE part of my life....and I hope she remembers but IF she doesn't...just pretend....to make me happy...hahhaha...and then I proceed to tell her the strawberry shortcake story....
and she says...cass
STOP...
WAIT....
DONT TALK...
HANG ON.....
and then goes into her bedroom and comes right out with this lil cloth bag...and she proceeds to dump ALLLLL HER STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKES OUT ON THE TABLE....
AND GUESS WHAT???????????????????? YES............ there are TWO STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKES.....TWO! ONE IS MINE....my long lost memory.....
I cant even begin to tell you the joy....the tears...the excitement....
I write this story and I am filled with joy...I feel like the movie HOOK....when the lil boys says "oh there you are peter" looking into his soul....
There are my memories...We sat and laughed and said remember this and remember that...and I realized....that all the years of yuckyness had taken over my good life as a lil one...and with Micahs help, I remembered...and it is the most amazing feeling to know that somewhere...sometime before now...you smiled and laughed...and all those years of hurt and pain and anguish were just a few years...and look you gone from there....
We left there all smiles and I have talked to her on the phone.. I cant wait to see her again. I would get her on here or myspace...but she doesn't even know how to send an email...hahahha
So once again....lucky freakin me
