Its all in the definition…

The A-to-Z Meme that has been making the rounds had me thinking the other day. Just about everyone who is in a serious relationship listed their significant other as their best friend. For me, husband and best friend are two distinct roles and I have never considered Steve my best friend.
Don’t get me wrong, Steve is the person I’m spending the rest of my life with and the father of the only children I will ever have. I adore the guy and am very blessed that he agreed to spend the rest of his life with me. That is not something to sneeze at, I don’t really want to spend eternity with me, I pity the man a little.
That said, he’s not my best friend.
For me, a best friend is someone who brings something to the table that your significant other doesn’t. I don’t believe that one person can be everything that I need. To be honest, I think that its unfair for anyone to expect one person to be everything that they need. My girlfriends give me things that Steve doesn’t, nor does he even want to.
For example: as much fun as it is to watch whatever is the hit show on TV with Steve, its a helluva lot more fun with Michelle. Michelle and I sit down to a show, or even a movie, and have a running commentary through the whole thing. We love it and Steve hates it (so does my sister!).
And no matter how many times I present to Steve a finished scrapbook or crafting piece and receive “It looks nice” it just doesn’t compare to praise I get when I show it to Fearthainn or Michelle or Mom or Grandma. With the woman in my life I can just sit back and enjoy the praise they so gracefully ooze. I love it, and Steve is not a man who oozes. He appreciates all that I do for him, but the guy simply doesn’t ooze.
He seldom has uncontrollable giggle fits like Fearthainn and I do. He doesn’t like to walk into Wal-Mart when the sun is shining and walk out when its dark like Michelle and I do. There is no way in hell he would have got in the car at 1 am to go to Wal-Mart over Christmas just because it was open 24 hours, just for the story. He doesn’t get massages or do the “spa”. Ever. He doesn’t watch Gray’s Anatomy like its a religion (although when I have a meeting, he will watch it and take mental notes because he is well aware that I will drill him when I get home. I should really learn how to program the damn VCR). He wouldn’t talk on the phone for an hour about the highs and lows of raising kids like Ange and I have been known to do. He finds no joy in making little fridge magnets.
This is where your best friends come in.
I suspect he feels the same way. Getting up at 6 am on Wednesday mornings to go wakeboarding with me? I doubt that would be nearly as much as it is to go wakeboarding with the guys. Especially since I can’t wakeboard. And I’m a bitch at 6 am.
He’s the main person in my life, no doubt about it, and I tell him just about everything whether he cares to hear it or not, but my best friends are incredibly important to me and I feel blessed to have people in my life that I can call best friends and favorite friends and good friends and old friends.

Back amoung the technologically savvy

We bought a sweet new machine (finally!) so hopefully I’ll be back amoung the living soon. Although, I’m fighting yet another cold, so I can’t really make any promises because if I have a cold its only a matter of time til the little guy gets a cold and then…blah.
To keep you interested until I post a real post that isn’t mindless chatter or a meme, here’s a rare occurance, a picture of what I do all day…

This was taken before Christmas, he looks a lot more like Yoda these days . Its such crappy quality because I resized it from a scanned film version. Too tired right now to care…

The A to Z od Me

I was tagged by Marnie!
Available or Taken? Taken.
Best friend? Michelle (and Fearthainn but she gets to be sister!)
Cake or pie? ice cream. Why isn’t that a choice?
Drink of choice? these days I’d die just for a coffee…
Essential item? I can’t think of a damn thing. My visa card?!
Favorite color? Don’t really have one, but I favour earthy colors most of the time.
Gummi bears or worms? gummy bears!!
Hometown? I was born in Comox, BC but tend to consider Winnipeg as the town of my childhood and Calgary as my hometown, sorta.
Indulgence? ice cream, usually. Or granola bars.
January or February? definitely February! That’s my birthday month!
Kids and names? Callum Gray
Life incomplete without? email . (and friends and family of course!)
Marriage date? November 27th, 2004
Number of Siblings? natural sister – Fearthainn, and 2 step-sisters and 2 step-brothers (well, 3 but one I’ve never met). Steve has 2 sisters, a brother and two half-brothers.
Oranges or Apples? Apples, but I also quite enjoy oranges. Fruit, in general, is oh-so-yummy.
Phobias/fears? the dark. I’m 10.
Favorite Quotation? “Friends are the family we choose for ourselves” Edna Buchanan (I didn’t know it was Edna Buchanan’s quote, though, til I just looked it up!)
Reason to smile? my little dude makes me smile everyday!
Season? Fall. It always reminds me of falling in love
Tag three people:
Fearthainn
Michelle
Chrispy
Unknown fact about me: I’m considerably more shy than I appear to be to most people. I’m more shy than Steve, but because Steve isn’t so quick to talk, they assume he’s more shy.
Vegetable you hate: hmmmm…this is a hard one, I quite enjoy vegetables (making it easy to be Vegetarian for me!). I’m not over the moon about potatoes.
Worst habit? I leave things places. Like my purse, wallet, sunglasses.
X-rays I?ve had: just the teeth!
Your favorite food? I’m really not a favorite person, but say salmon…
Zodiac? Aquarius!

End of Year Survey

Stolen from Candi who stole it from Cori… (both are blogs that you probably can’t read, sorry about that. Trust me, they’re cool)
if you don’t want to read this very lengthy survey the short of it is, I had a baby. That was big.

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ack!

It snowed last week (or the week before? I can’t keep track of all the damn storms anymore) and never melted. Now its going to snow again tonight. What the hell? This is suppose to be mild living out here on the south coast, not all this winter crap.
This past week we finally moved Callum into his own room. Its been a pretty easy transition, for Callum anyway. It means a lot of fumbling around in the dark for me but at least I have my own room back. After my god-daughter was born I remember Michelle sending me a picture of her in her crib full of smiles and Michelle telling me that every morning when she went into the nursery, my god-daughter would be happily waiting for her and burst into a full on grin on sight. I had this romatic notion that I, too, would walk into my son’s nursery in the morning and be greeted by his cute dimple and utter glee that Momma had appeared.
Back in the real world he’s usually already whining before I even get there, and when I show up, he opens his eyes and ramps up the drama. Once he’s eaten, assuming he was satisfied with the volume, he’ll lean back and only then give me a big-ass grin. This usually happens at 5:30 am, on the days he wakes up at a normal time, like 7:30 am, he’ll either go back to sleep without any indication that he’s grateful I’m alive, or he’ll move into a full-on crying fit.
At least the big-ass grin is freaking cute.