Fun Monday- Best Friends

I've been absent from Fun Monday for a few weeks, but I could not resist this week's edtion, hosted by Willowtree, who requests this:

"Tell us about your best friend. Particularly things like: where you first met, how long you've been friends and why you think you are best friends"

I have a hard time with the word "best". I feel as though it has been years since I had a best friend, that when my school days ended so did the world of best friends. I am not a person with a lot of friends, probably because of my overwhelming shyness, and I would say I have many more acquaintances than friends. One thing I do notice is that the friends I do have tend to be very outgoing. The majority of my friends could talk to absolutely anyone and have a decent conversation, whereas I really struggle to find a single thing to talk about. Opposites attract, I guess.

My closest friend is Shelley, who quite often gets mentioned in my blog. She is Saoirse's godmother, and a nurse in the ICN at the hospital where I work. I didn't meet her at work though. I met her almost 8 years ago when Taylor was in 4 year old playschool with her youngest son Jeremy. I liked her right away, she was very friendly and outgoing. I don't think we became friends until closer to the end of the school year though. We used to talk about books, at the time I was working at Chapters, and we are both big readers. I lent her a pile of books and a lasting friendship was born.

So what can I tell you about Shelley? She is married to a great guy, Ed, and has 2 boys. She has 2 dogs and 2 cats. She has white carpet. WHITE. And you'd never guess that 4 animals and 2 teenage boys spend their days and nights in that house. Her house is so clean. And her boys, they do chores. She has many, many friends, many of whom she would call a "best" friend. Her friendships mean a lot to her. She is the one who arranges our twice yearly girls weekend away to the mountains that about 20 or so people attend. She has been a great friend to me. She is a fantastic godmother to Saoirse and "auntie" to Sophie. Normally, I am not keen on calling people you are not related to auntie, but she really is like a close relative to my girls. If something happened to me, I wouldn't doubt that she would remain a vital part of my girls lives.

Here is an example of how good a friend Shelley is: she has seen me in all my (non)glory. Oh yes, she was there during my labour with Saoirse. She was meant to be photographing the birth but then the c-section got in the way. There are not many people in this world I would let see my vajayjay but apparently she is one of them.

I could go on and on about her, but it is 12.30 in the morning and my thoughts are no longer coherent. I wanted to get this up now, as William is hope this week and will cast an evil eye on my blogging all day long tomorrow. I'll try and make this post a bit better if I get the chance.


I had to take a photo of this picture of Shelley and I that hangs on my wall. It is the only photo I have of just the two of us. I hate having my picture taken, due to my fat cow status, and Shelley is usually behind the camera. I do have a fantastic picture of her with her bra hanging on the wall behind her, I should post that one tomorrow. Anyways, when Shelley was a teenager she did this program called Katimavik, where you live in 3 different regions of Canada for 3 months each. The program celebrated it's 25th anniversary in 2002 and Shelley invited me to go down to Calgary with her for it. It was a great time, and to thank me for coming she gave me this friends frame with our picture taken that weekend.

Note 1: If you live in Canada and have children between 17-21, or approaching 17, you should seriously considering having your child be a part of Katimavik. It is amazing. I can not wait until Taylor and Liam are old enough for it.

Note 2 (and absolutely nothing to do with this post): It looks as though William might be heading back to Australia for a few weeks this autumn. The police have decided there was insufficient evidence to proceed with his abuse case against the doctor he had as a teenager, but the medical board will still go ahead with their case. So he needs to go testify. They would prefer to do it that way, but say they can also do it via video. William would prefer to do it in person, so tomorrow I have to call Immigration and see if he can leave the country prior to his permanent residency going through. The cost of it all has me freaked out, but I understand why he needs to do it like this. Blah to bad doctors is all I can say.