ah yes i remember it well

Turns out i have been asleep for a while longer than i had expected.

My mind has been filled with so many unimportant things that i ACTUALLY almost forgot my best friends bday... we go way back me and tushie as i like to call her (its a long story that involves someone named sasha and natacha's strange love of sushi).

Me and Natacha met when we were 10... actually she was still 9, we met in June and her birthday is obviously this month but technicalities technicalities.

She was my next door neighbour. My mom decided to move in with my furture step dad the summer after grade 5. I was going through some really weird phase at the time. Believe it or not it was weirder than whatever phase im going through at the moment.

I guess it had always just been me, my lil bro and my mom for so long that once i met Tony, my stepdad.. i was NOT impressed. I was my moms keeper in a way. My mom had a strange childhood.. when her mom passed away and all her siblings got married she was stuck in the house cleaning up after, and feeding my nonno. She was 12 at the time.

i blame this lack of childhood for my moms often childish behaviour and my subsequent need to shield her from the world.. since i was tired of her crying on my shoulder for most of my childhood. I wasn't strong enough to take away her pain after the divorce... and i just didnt want to see her go through another one.

Dont get me wrong i have a fabulous mother... shes a great listener and she is selfless beyond anyones imagination. But again i was protective. Because of this and my dislike for Tony i stuck myself up in my room with my books.

One day a knock came to the door. My mom opened it..
This is a brief reinactment of the convo me and my mom had from the staircase.. me at the top and her at the bottom.. and with the front door open tasha heard the whole thing lol.

" Connie!!!!"
" WHAT"
" someones here to see you"
"WHO"
"the next door neighbour"
" THE INDIAN ONE??"
"CONNIE! i will wash your damn mouth out with soap!!!" (she really would actually if i was ever less than extremely polite. and i should mention she is actually armenian not indian so i looked a bit racisist and ignorant all at once.. ignorant i can be but i am def. not the first)

" WHAT DOES SHE WANT"
"She wants you to ride your bike with her and her other friend! GET DOWN HERE"
"NO!!! TELL HER IM BUSY"
"MICHELLE! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE" (i know im in trouble when my middle name comes out)

I obviously went. and me and tasha hung out everyday that summer. She was such a happy person, always smiling and everything was a game or an adventure. We went to the public pool during the day and at night we caught moths and put them in jars with holes in the top for air. i forgot all about my family issues and my new move. i was just a kid and i was starting to act more like one.


After that summer me and tash convinced my mom to let me go to the same school with her, and we have pretty much been hooked at the hip ever since.

So today she called me to ask me to go over to a BBQ tomorrow and i asked sure whats the occasion.. YA!!! her BIRTHDAY!!!! god ive been horrible. How could i have forgotten tushies bday.. ive been to every single one for like 13 years!!

I attempted to get a gift for her this evening but i came back defeated and without one. She is a great artist and paints in her spare time so im thinking something along those lines?? like i dunno... a book filled with art maybe?

i was gonna honor tushies bday by putting up pics of brithdays gone by but the computer is acting up AS USUAL..

so instead a tushie quote:

This is me and tasha in the car with my parents going to wonderland when we were 15.

Tasha: " god i hate wearing glasses.. you know i just noticed connie and mel wear them too... together we are just like the three blind pigs."

Me: " pigs?? you mean mice tash?"

Tasha: " oh whatever mice, pigs, same difference.. and its not funny to make fun of immigrants okay!? they dont teach us about these sayings in ESL"

HAHAHAHAHAH!!! ahhh shit she kills me.

okay another one just for the road.

Me and tasha talking about boys in her backyard a few years ago.

Tasha: " you know what i know he's lying.. he thinks im stupid but i know"

Me: " how do you know, why dont you talk to him face to face then youll know."

Tasha ( who is begiining to get her accent back the angrier she gets) " because i know him like the back of my head thats why!!"

Me: " HAHAHAHA you mean hand"

Tasha " no i mean head okay! the back of my head!!"

hahahaha ahhhh okay thats all for now folks wish me luck on finding this damn girl a bday gift.