The morning we left Boise, it was a scorching 45 degrees out. Greg and I both jumped out of bed at 5:00 a.m. We had made the wonderful decision to head back to Mount Shasta for the week before we headed to California’s coast.
At 5 in the morning, we really wanted to girls to stay in bed. We were tip-toeing around quietly going about our “We’re about to hit the road tasks” picking toys up from the floor, bringing in the RV’s slideouts, putting away things left out on the counter…and more. All of these tasks while trying to make minimal noise was going swimmingly, until I tripped over a naked babydoll laying on the floor and dropped the plastic drinking glass I was carrying. The loud thump from the glass, unfortunately woke up 1/3 of our brood.
Of course our own little Cindy Lou Who, aka Cecilia sprang our of bed demanding her morning blueberry bagel. Well, I made her the ever-coveted bagel, put her in her car-seat, covered her with her blanket, climbed into the drivers seat and headed down the road. For the next hour I was wandering through memory lane.
In 2008, Greg and I moved back to Tennessee from Nebraska. We were meeting up with my best friends from undergrad Stephanie and Matt who had just moved from California to Knoxville a couple of months earlier.
Stephanie and Matt are the kind of people who accept you as you are and love you for it. Just one of the many things I love and appreciate about the both of them. Their also the fun couple who have a plethora of good stories to tell or juicy subjects to talk about. There is always something to debate.
Somehow we got onto the subject of spouses and their animal counterparts. I can’t remember the animal Steph had likened to Matt, but she was his Bengal Tiger…because she is sexy, smart, and coy. I’m not sure if he used those exact words or not, but the message was clear: she was fierce and a force to be reckoned with. AND who could top the amazing Bengal Tiger?
I called Greg my owl…and I said something like, he’s so smart, he sees everything and is a great observer of people.
When it came to my animal, I was thinking to myself, “Oh wow, I can’t wait to hear Greg’s response. He is so creative! I think he might call me his cat…even though he loathes cats…I can still be like a cat. I am wiry like a cat, spastic and can certainly be lazy like a cat. Wow, this is going to be good.
I was so bummed when I heard him say, with the utmost confidence I might add, “Little Angie Beth is my Beaver.” A huge grin and a look of confusion came over Matt’s face, “Why Beaver” he asked. And then Greg, with his quick wit came back with, “She just tries so hard but just damns everything up.”
FECK. He’s right.
Of course it got a laugh from both Stephanie and Matt. This was our first time getting together in 3 or 4 years. I then followed up with a somewhat sad realization, “I break things.” Which garnered another laugh from my old friends.
Stephanie then proceeded to get me a glass of wine…and as if it was scripted in a movie, 5 minutes later I am waving my hands around trying to make a point, and I fling the glass over on the table. And then the unimaginable happened.
The beautiful expensive wine glass collection she bought from Anthropology in California, went from a collection of 8 to a collection of 7. It was hard to admit, but Greg hit the nail right on the head. In that moment, I accepted my Beaver status.
Confession: I went through a period of about 5 years where everything I touched, broke..and within 5 minutes after Greg labeled me his Beaver and I had broken the wine glass, I had a vision in catalog form, of all the things I had ever broken. Greg loves to cook. When we were living in Nebraksa, he had bought the long rectangular Vegetable chopper and successfully chopped onions, zuchinni, squash and peppers, no problem. When I got a hold of it, within minutes I had broken his $15.00 rectangular vegetable chopper..He was not happy with me.
Within hours after he purchased the famed George Forman Grill, I had broken the seal on the back. Again, rightly so, he was not happy with me. I could go on, but suffice it to say, If there was something you liked that was breakable, keep it far far away from this beaver.
Within the past 4 years, I would say, I have moved on from the “breaking things” cycle and am currently in the “if I am trying to be quiet, I will do something that will eventually make a loud noise” cycle.
Which brings me to this morning. If I were to tell Matt and Stephanie about my morning fiasco, they would hee haw and give me hugs and tell me “I love you so much Angie”. I keep collecting random groups of people who appreciate me for my “uniqueness” rather than in spite of it. Feeling appreciative today folks!
It is a good feeling to be out of the “I break things” phase in my life.