The Therapy Journals of the Fat-Headed Klingon Woman

One woman's journey to becoming Her True Self

Welcome to Alaska!! May 8, 2015

Filed under: Alaska Summer — DDKlingonGirl @ 1:00 pm
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Hello all! Greetings from Anchorage, Alaska!  And so the adventure begins.

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So far it has been all I had hoped.  I stepped off the plane and was greeted by a blast of cool air coming between the plane and the tunnel, and it just felt AWESOME!  My mother had called me just as we had stood up to deplane.  She said, “So where are you?!” And I had the excitement of telling her I was stepping off the plane, that very second!  It was pretty cool timing, if you ask me. 🙂

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The trip to the airport was a disappointment that doesn’t bear repeating.  Suffice to say, my poor mother is a saint.  And DFW stinks! Construction was the biggest obstacle.  I would like to think that flying out of that place would be a pretty good experience if it weren’t being so extensively remodeled at the moment.

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Anyway, the flights were very good.  The first leg was tough.  I cried a little, I won’t lie.  But what was really interesting was that just when I was starting to get pretty sad, I suddenly realized we were flying over mountains that had snow on them!  I assumed we must have been over Colorado, and sure enough, a little later the pilot announced that we had just flown over Telluride!

You can always count on me to be distracted by snow!

You can always count on me to be distracted by snow!

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Another time when that happened, I was listening to my iTunes on shuffle, and I had just started getting weepy again when I heard the song “Someone” from the musical Young Frankenstein, and it made me think of one of my favorite theater friends from home, and how well he performed that song when Ardmore Little Theatre did that show, and all I could do was smile and laugh.  I’m sure if the flight attendant saw me, she probably thought I was dangerously unstable. I was flying first class, for the first time in my life.  It was nice.  That section of the plane wasn’t necessarily nicer or fancier, but being able to get through security faster and being able to board faster were EXTREMELY nice!  They offer meal service to all classes on Alaska Airlines, which is a nice touch.  On the way to Seattle they served a “Cuban sandwich” with chips and a candy from Seattle Chocolates.  It was margarita flavored, right down to the salt.  It was actually very good.

Fooooood!!!

Fooooood!!!

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I had a fairly short layover in Seattle, and killed time in a little restaurant called, appropriately enough, Alaska! But boy was it expensive! I had a beverage and some soft pretzel breadsticks and it was $19!  But it was very good, so I just looked at it as a celebration of my journey thus far.  One thing that made me smile about the Seattle stop was that there were happy little yellow flowers growing all around the runways at SeaTac.  I’m sure they are a normal everyday flower there, but I felt like they were there to welcome me. 🙂

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The layover was shorter than I had expected it to be, or at least it *felt* shorter.  In no time at all I was back on board another plane, delighting in the fact that the next time I put foot on the ground, I would be in ALASKA!  The second flight was much less emotional than the first.  It was very foggy most of the way, so I ended up watching a movie on one of their free entertainment devices.  It was a good way to kill time.  You may notice I didn’t mention anything about my seatmates.  On both flights, they were men, one a sporty looking guy who reminded me of a radio DJ from back home who passed away recently, and the other a businessman who alternated between sleeping and fiddling with his laptop.  Neither of them ever spoke to me.

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Finally we landed, and even the airport was beautiful to me.  There are huge windows with mountains all around, and everything is shiny.  It was so satisfying to step off the plane and into that environment.  I shared a bit of conversation with a nice man in the baggage claim who blessed me and wished me well when I told him why I was there.  I claimed my bags, took a cab to the Westmark Hotel (the corporate stay-place) and have been resting and taking advantage of their wi-fi ever since.  That was one big disappointment on the flights- I thought we were supposed to get free wi-fi but I never could figure out how to get it to work.  But I managed to kill the time anyway.  🙂

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I rested well and woke up pretty early.  I took a shower and took my time putting on makeup and getting all “purty” for my first day in Alaska.  Then I took my first Alaska Selfie from the balcony of my room and am now ready to explore a little before time to head out to the lodge.  I am so excited right now, except for knowing there is bad weather at home.  Love and blessings to all, keep me in your prayers, and stay tuned for more! Until next time, D.

From the balcony of the Westmark...Hello from Anchorage!

From the balcony of the Westmark…Hello from Anchorage!

 

New Additions Here and What’s Coming Up July 11, 2013

Filed under: Dreams and Passions — DDKlingonGirl @ 4:28 pm
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Hello all.  Just posting a quick update here to let you know that I’ve added a new tab at the top!  The new tab is for my trip report on the cruise last year, and it appears in one long post instead of several installments.  Just for convenience and a good way to kill a couple of hours, because that’s how long it will take you to read it.  Seriously.  Nearly 26,000 words.

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So check it out, if you’re so inclined.  Read about sailaways, moron moments, confiscated seashells, lost luggage, and laughs.  It was a great trip, and one I’d repeat in a heartbeat.

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Still enjoying the play, by the way.  Opening night is a week from tonight.  I’m beginning to get nervous, but I’m happy, no matter what.  I will have a detailed post sharing the whole experience and what I’ve learned, etc., after we close, July 28.  Until then…Thanks for reading me!

 

Love to all,

D.

 

Let The Crazy Commence! February 15, 2013

Charleston Harbor Resort

Charleston Harbor Resort (Photo credit: tabounds)

Hello all.  Here’s the thing.  I give you fair warning, and you cannot say you haven’t had it.  I am going to be talking about this trip to Charleston a lot.  Like, A LOT.  I’ve spent the morning perusing the recaps of attendees from last year, adding them to my blogroll in hopes of getting more familiar with some of them before the event, looking at photos, trying to imagine myself in that setting.  At one point I literally almost cried because it looks like so much fun, but already my tendency to fret, worry, obsess, and overplan has kicked in.  I reserved my room in the official hotel, and then I was searching for maps of the city, trying to imagine what I’m going to want to do, what tours I’ll want to take, (trying not to panic when my mother reminded me how bad I am at directions), wondering how much time people at this thing spend together versus doing their own thing, thinking about how everyone else seems to have at least one other person there whom they already know in real life, wondering if I’ll go, shell out all this money, and spend the entire weekend sitting alone at a table in a dark corner, watching everyone else laughing, and feeling nerdy and left out, but being grateful that at least I wouldn’t show up in anybody’s pictures, knowing that since I have already committed to going, I’ll just have to suck it up and be brave and fake the outgoing personality I wish I really had, in order for the previous scenario to NOT be a self-fulfilling prophecy.   Whew.  Deep breath.

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Still, I feel the need to do research.  Like what will the temperatures be like, and what kind of clothes do I need to bring?  The depressing truth is, everybody in those pictures looked so young and trendy and cute.  Y’all, I own nothing cute.  Really.  I bought myself a new pair of jeans from WalMart yesterday, which I desperately needed, but because I was feeling very, um…, large and likely to become larger… I also bought two MENS shirts in size 3X.  Why would I do that, why?!  Do I not have any hope or faith in my ability to keep a handle on my weight loss and stop backsliding?  And furthermore, if I were buying those really big shirts in a futile attempt to camouflage and hide the fluffy, then somebody please explain to me WHY I bought them in Hunter-Safety-Orange and Glow-In-the-Dark neon yellow?!  Aside from the fact that I love bright stuff, clearly, this is some sort of confused paradoxical wish to hide and yet be noticed.  From miles away, no less.  I was also thinking about this paradox in terms of the differences among the various bloggers when it came to how much of their real lives they put into their work- pictures of their kiddos, things they create from projects, pictures of their homes, etc., and how I’m not like that.  I write with the hope that people will just happen across what I have written, find it entertaining, and keep reading and enjoying it, but I still try to keep a certain amount of anonymity, too.  I’m not as brave and open as they are.  I have walls.  I guess all of them probably do have walls of their own, it’s just that all our walls stand in different places, and from different proximities to our hearts, yes?

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Oh well.  For the next eight months, I will try to remember to breathe and I will try to remember that I am strong and beautiful and sometimes inspiring and often darn funny, and that I will enjoy this event without making an Olympic trial of it, and I will come away from it having gained a new experience and hopefully maybe some new acquaintances who will grow into friends.  Sounds like a plan! 🙂

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Until next time,
D.

 

Allure Trip Journal: Final Installment- The Last Morning, Disembarkation, and the Flight Home! June 18, 2012

DFW

DFW (Photo credit: ksbuehler)

Hello again. Nearing the end… : (

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I let the kids sleep in as long as I dared, and we went to the WJ for breakfast. (This part is totally pathetic, but we were all tickled pink to be back in the US where we could use our phones! All three of us girls had ’em whipped out and were texting like mad over our eggs and danishes! LOL!) My mom had already been up and watching the webcam and marveling again about how big the ship is. I have a picture of Daughter S. with a whole muffin stuck in her mouth like a roasted pig with an apple, but it’s on the one memory card I haven’t managed to upload yet- the micro one from my phone.
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After breakfast we consulted the oh-so-convenient digital signage that tells you where you are to wait for your number to be called to leave the ship. We were assigned to go to MDR deck 5. We went down, and rather than wander around looking for a table, we plopped ourselves down right at the entrance behind the danish and coffee table. Yeah, it might have been a little rednecky, but we set a trend. We were the first, and a couple other people followed suit shortly after. The father of this family was a rather cranky old soul, and by the time they called our number, I was ready to jump out the window if I’d had to listen to his voice one more second.
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So we waited about 45 minutes and they called our number- 75. We got off the ship and into the luggage area, only to find that we’d had a Group Moron Moment, and our number was not 75, but 72! So we could have gotten off a little sooner if I weren’t such a scatterbrain! Oh well. What can you do, eh?

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Unfortunately, here is where our experience went sour. One of our bags was missing. I knew the minute I saw the ones that WERE there, that the missing one… also happened to be the one with the seashells in it. Oooooohhh boy! I began to be ever so slightly terrified that our bag was missing precisely because it had shells in it, and I would be concluding my vacation with a nice little stay at the Gray Bar Hotel. We searched and searched, checked the Lost Luggage area, waited, wandered, asked a few different people, and finally decided to give up. We went through customs (me still shaking inwardly, wondering if they had somehow flagged me and I’d be stopped at that point. I wasn’t). So we went outside and up to the first agent we saw and told them we still hadn’t found our bag.
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Apparently some breakdown in procedure had happened here, because the first 2 or 5 people we had talked to inside should have directed us to the ‘fill out the correct form’ desk, but we managed to get outside without having to do this, and we were sent right back in the front door. Then we were sent OUT the front door and alllllll the way down to the Day Visitors door to fill out the form. Talked to some guy with a walkie talkie who seemed to be listening to someone on the other end telling him that some bags were still in customs. Again… oooooohhh boy.
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So I filled out the form and we waited around for a few minutes, and I began to be further terrified that we would miss our flight. The kids were a little distraught at this point, especially S. She of course, being the wisest and most discerning among my three little munchkins, was quite upset that this would happen to us. The other two were just kinda like, “How long is this gonna take again?”
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After a while, I decided that we’d better just go. It was 10:45 and our flight was at noon. We left the room and trotted as fast as we safely could without running, alllllll the way down to the end of the terminal where the taxi line is, got in the line, and tried to just breathe. The kids at this point were like, “Ok, so we’re leaving without it. How are we gonna get our stuff?” and I said I hadn’t the foggiest. I was trying not to have a weeping meltdown at this point. What a crappy end to a great trip.
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Finally we got in a cab. I did my usual thing of asking the driver if he was doing ok, and he just kind of shrugged and mumbled. We made it to the airport. (Fare was $15.90 and I gave the guy a $20, in case you’re interested.) We checked our luggage at the curb, because I didn’t know you could do it inside, and we got stuck behind these two women traveling together who had the wrong luggage with the wrong ticket, or something, but finally we got inside. I felt a little lost, because it seemed like there were no employees anywhere, and I went up to the desk to ask where in heck we were supposed to go. [ETA: I had used the Flight Check In kiosk late the night before, which was quick, convenient, and no complaints.] I got directed in the right direction, and we went through security. The kids went through ahead of me and I somehow started talking to this lady and telling her what had been happening, and it was here that the stress finally got to me and I began to cry.
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I went tearfully through the rest of security, and got my shoes back on, and we found a place to sit and wait. This terminal, I might add, was nowhere near as well-appointed as DFW’s was- it was tiny and crowded and stress-inducing, but maybe that was just because of where my overall stress level already was. Right before boarding I ran and bought some gum and some water and Chex Mix. We stepped onto the plane and I immediately began to need to pee. But I was in the middle seat with Daughter J. on my left and some cute kid from Nebraska who had been on a Carnival cruise to the Bahamas on my right, and so I just put it out of my mind.
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Toward the end of the flight, I desperately needed to go, but the kid was asleep and I just decided I’d suffer until we landed. Finally we made it, and I waited patiently before standing up until most of the plane was already clear (may not have mentioned that on our first flight, I stood up as soon as we stopped moving, and I felt like a moron still stuck waiting there for everyone to clear ahead of me. Live and learn.)
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Once again on a Bathroom Mission, I apparently went sailing right past my dad, who saw us come off the plane and waved like crazy, but we were oblivious and finally spotted him again closer to the luggage claim area. The kids made a mad dash and we swarmed him and hugged him, and then a little farther on, Mom was sitting there too, in the row of seats against the wall, and we ran for her too, and I have to confess here, that although I will be 40 years old in September, I have never been so glad to see my mommy and daddy in my entire life! I wanted to cry with relief!
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So we claimed our luggage, got out of the airport, went for lunch at Cracker Barrel, and headed North! Stopped at the WalMart in Gainesville to pick up a few things that J. needed, because get this: we were taking the poor child straight from the airport to a week of church camp! Finally, we got home, dragged everything inside, and started trying to refresh, renew, and recuperate.
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***Ta-Dah!***
Things I learned:
1) If it’s not formal night, almost anything goes in the MDR, but it really does look a little sloppy to go in there in shorts and t-shirts.
2) I only noticed what people were wearing because of the CC boards.
3) Give your luggage to the first person who asks.
4) Every time it occurs to you to do something, go ahead and do it, because you may not remember to come back to it.
5) The wild animal species LoungeChairius Hoggus does exist, but the FoodLine-icus Defenderus is much more prevalent and vicious.
6) Never again with Character Vacations unless the people I’m with are prepared to Divide and Conquer the character search on their own time!
7) Powerstrip is definitely a must (didn’t have) and we forgot to even try to use the Ipod dock. We had a wall charger with 4 USB ports for that. We had an alarm clock, but I never needed it because I always wake up at around 6:30 on my own no matter what.
8) We apparently scored the Triple Crown Trifecta of family travel: three women in the family and nobody was on their “Girl Time”!
Things I took and didn’t need:
1) Dollar Store rain ponchos (it rained a couple of times on ship, but if we hadn’t stayed out of the rain we might have just enjoyed dancing in it. You never know. Although now that I think of it, they would have been great at Sailaway! Duh!)
2) Clothes pins. (never saw a clothes line)
3) curling iron, nail polish and remover, and other beauty items like hair combs, pins, and so on. (You just can’t make a bunch of girly-girls out of a bunch of low-maintenance country girls, even on Formal Night!)
4) Highlighter- nope, never used it. I either circled stuff in pencil or just carried the compass around and referred to it frequently.
 
5) Workout clothes- Duh, goes without saying. (Here is the promised confession of the result of my incredible gluttony: For the two weeks between the Tuesday before we left and the Tuesday after we came back [Weight Watchers meetings are on Tuesday] I showed a gain of an incredible 15 lbs.! But I am happy to say that in the ONE week after we were back, I made such good choices I took off the entire 15, plus a few ounces, which tells me that the VAST majority of it was nothing but water retention.)
6) Sunscreen- not all of it, just two or three extra bottles I could have done without, seeing as we didn’t spend a ton of time on the pool deck, and when we did, it was after dark!
7) Extra swimsuits. I didn’t end up getting to swim all that much, either on ship or in port, and I had about 4 or 5 with me and only two ever made it onto my body.
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And so we come to the end of our journey. If I forgot to revisit any subject I promised to revisit, (and in case you’re interested) please ask any questions you have. If you have any other questions, just let me know, and I’ll try to remember.
Regarding what we’ve been up to since the cruise: We picked J. up from church camp last Saturday the 9th and went straight up to Oklahoma City for my baby sister’s wedding. It was beautiful.  We now have a few days before we leave for a road trip to a family reunion in Colorado that I’m very much looking forward to, and when we get back from THAT, I need to immerse myself in paperwork for Daughter S.’s college and The Boy’s online public school that we’re going to try this next year.
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I don’t know when we’ll get to cruise again. I like to think that I will eventually get to go again someday, with someone, but if it never happens, I had this one golden memory of a trip with my babies at a special crossroads in our lives.
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Thank you for being with me!
Until next time,
D.

 

 
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