Sorry One person who looked at this by accident!

So I've been in a non updating mood, my life had some bumps in it and Im still reeling from them. So my dog that I've had since seven or eight, (very old lady) died the day before my mother went in for open heart surgery. All while I am an ocean away in Maui. After that, stuff just keeps bothering me, little things... I don't think I process things very well any more. Being in a dark bedroom for years, unable to even dream of a normal existence, kinda zaps those skills right out of you. Plus months of bra shopping yielded two bras that are too big (never go shopping with a husband who is tired of hearing about you bra problems) you'll end up with whatever he sees you in! Or not in :) I promise to return happy and peppy soon! (getting there already)

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I am so sorry I kinda exploded in the last post, that topic always gets me down. So ya Mrs DDpie is kinda blah lately but I spring back rather easily, so WATCH OUT! (just not today because I'm still feeling blah)

           So Captain comes home from work this morning around 9, and informs me that he will be getting off early because he has arranged a basketball game and meet with some of his staff. Which is fine, but Captain is the type of man who thinks he has told you something weeks ago and in reality he hadn't. (describes pretty much all men)

             And I had just perfected my routine too! I stayed up as late as possible so that I would be sleeping while he was and not walking on my tipity toes to not disturb his rest. He later went on to tell me the rest of our itinerary for what is now today... so it is not 2:39 and I need to sleep, get up, and dressed by 7, then on the DMV to change Captains license, I am still afraid of driving (go figure) so I wont be doing the same. But I would like an ID that says I am older than the age I look. ( I cracked 15 the other month so that's awesome) then off the the state police we go. What's that, Mrs. DDpie is a fugitive? (only from reality Baby) No! Captain want's to apply for a job! Can you tell Captain is a fly on a whim, wing it type of guy?

       Then the last thing is a trip to the local college. Apparently I am going to be attending soon. Unless they have classes from 6pm to 10am, I'm not sure how that is going to work! But what the heck do I know? So we will see if any of these things happen, they usually don't if the word “plan” is ever mentioned in the briefing.

AAAHH The People Are Attacking!

So it has been, I don't know like a week or more since I arrived here in Maui. Sleeping days and being awake nights makes time go by all wonky. And it is getting kind of lonely. I don't know if you've figured this out yet but people scare me. They are all strange and stuff!
Actuality looking at me you would never know that. If fact most people think I am a snob just because I say few words and smile and look them in the eyes. (what is wrong with that?) In reality I am sweating bullets, my social anxiety grabs my throat and pinches my brain stem so only single syllable words mumble out of my mouth. Or giggles emerge when nothing funny was even remotely in the vicinity.
Oh, it is even worse when I meet people I like, this is me on the outside. Hi, nice weather and such, oh my name? Blah blah! (smile and leave). This is me on the inside, OH MY GOSH SOME ONE IS TALKING TO ME, WHAT ARE WORDS AGAIN? THIS PERSON AND I WOULD GET ALONG(I think), I WANT THEM TO LIKE ME. WHY WOULD THEY? JUST SHUT UP! WHY DID YOU SAY THAT, YOU SOUND LIKE AN IDIOT. JUST SMILE AND WALK AWAY!

I want friends but I am so scared of having them. I have moved around a lot and with Captain that is not going to be changing anytime soon. So I never had that group of friends, if I did it was at school, then they would stop liking me for some reason. When I finally tried making friends of my own, they led me down the wrong path and stole not only years of my life but also my stuff! I was in college at 17 and made some friends, (I thought at least) then once I got sick all but one vanished. The one guy I was hanging around, told me “well I don't want to get sick” when I informed him that I was! That hurt! So I don't know how to tell those who are going to be good friends from those who are going to be not necessarily bad friends but those that will hurt me.

Don't get me wrong I have good friends now mainly very far away at the moment but they are there! I learned along time ago that it is quality not quantity, when it comes to friends. :)

advise time for me kiddos.....

How to talk to people?

Any thoughts?

So what is the point? I write and no one, not even Captain has looked at my blog. Thank you one person in Alaska!
Anywhoosle all the things that I read say just keep writing, (if you post it, they will come) so thats what Ima doin! If SCARED-ISHLIST catches on then fantabulous, if not then I still have something to do while Captain is at work right?
That way I dont have to sit alone in the “semi” darkness, eating away my boredom. (which I may or may not have done earlier)
So what have we learned...Captain always tells me to speak up, (he does have hearing loss though) SO SPEAK UP I SHALL!!! although I'm not sure about what, but oh it will be spoken!

Ahh The Horror of the night WITH NO COMPUTER!

Oh Captain My Captain! Continued....

Captain stole the only computer we have at the moment (his laptop), with the excuse of “I need it for work”. He should have thought about that before I wrote a to be continued post! Geez.
Ok first timers to the ocean... Quick Information Time, ocean water is nasty! Thanks again person who is supposed to be telling me these things. Ya its gross alright, but it gets worse. Yes Mrs. DDpie gets even dorkier, I have a deviated septum, which means water, air, pretty much everything gets up my nose and into my sinuses, lungs, and I swear my brain. The water kept getting in my nose and running down my throat, uck, agony! I would just get the water out of my nose in time for another wave to smother me. I swear I almost died like 17 times. Captain meanwhile laughed until a wave hit him straight in the face and water got in HIS nose. Hah, you tell me there isn't a God!

Speaking of things that get everywhere, expect sand in every crevass and nook. Yes ladies, your bathing suit bottoms start up a nice collection of sand for themselves. And your top um... gets nice and heavy as well. I am sure its worse for “well gifted gals”. Meanwhile guys board shorts let all that sandy goodness in. And you get to hear them complain about it, while you sit in silence embarrassed because you feel worse and don't need to hear how they think they're “making a pearl”

Well after being awake for over 24 hours, then a long drive to the beach, about an hour of fun in the ocean, it was time to see the place I would now call home. Which was forever away (only about 20 minutes) but still it was like hours until we got into our new place. A one room studio furnished with only a bed and a tv on the floor! Woohoo, the lap o' luxury! It is actually very nice, and in a good neighborhood, so over all I am pleased. I do wish we had something to sit on besides the floor because I just learned, that during the rainy seasons the houses become infested with ROACHES! If Mrs. DDpie had a nemesis it would be the gross, disgusting, and yes scary roach! I have been trapped in the shower by a roach it was on the bathroom floor and staring at me, I had no chance of survival. (my big sister had to come and save me) So recap, ocean water gross, sand a uncomfortable side effect, men are gross, and roaches are the worst thing that happens to me!

Oh, Captain My Captain!

If your lucky enough to have love or are searching for it right now, let me tell you there is nothing worse than being apart from the one who makes you whole. (sentiment)

First, let me drop some knowledge on those who plan to fly to warm tropical destinations... as the plane descends to land it passes through where the cool air you've been flying in, meats the hot air you are flying into, the plane freaking shakes like its falling apart. “uh there is a little turbulence folks” does not suffice how about “hold on to your nuts!” or “don't worry your not dying” Before I fell ill I was a frequent flier into Arizona, going back every summer for years, and that crap never happened. Ok the plane I was on once, was struck by lightning but still this falling out of the sky feeling is worse. To those who knew about this let me just say, WHY THE HECK DIDNT YOU TELL ME?

Anywhoosle. Coming down that escalator and seeing my love Captain crouched on his heels awaiting the arrival of his beautiful bride (fantasy), was the best thing ever. The feeling didn't last long , however, because the nice short dress I changed into was caught up in the breeze hurling through the open air baggage claim at the Kahului airport. So instead of embracing Captain, I had to embrace my not so tiny hind-end to keep my goodies from showing. FUN FUN! Good times!

So after that we get in the car and Captain wonders out loud why I don't have my bathing suit on. “I didn't know I was supposed to” I wondered back. Apparently he had planned out our day of lunch and then a nice dip in the ocean. (FYI I grew up in AZ, there is no ocean, so after a 3 am trip to the airport, then nine hours of planes and terminals, this would be my first time in the ocean) so I get to change into my suit in the car on the way to eat. ADVISE TIME if your ever in Maui try some local “grind” at Maui Tacos. Mmm Hawaiian twists on classic Mexican food, a must. To be continued....bah bah bah bahhhhh!

DD pie on a plane

Ya ya I know its been a few days but, catching up with Captain is a bit more fun than slaving over a hot computer. So time to catch you up on all the things that I lived through these past few days.

So kiddos advise time before anything else...

When you are packing your carry on bag for an eight hour or more flight to a popular tourist destination on a family holiday like say “Memorial Day” bring an extra change of clothes with you. Now ill tell you why...

First let me say to parents who fly with children, KEEP YOUR KID FROM KICKING MY SEATBACK please. The small plane ride to my connection in Seattle, was perfect the child behind me was so sweet and her father was reading her facts about flying and making me laugh the whole way. Bravo strange father who sat behind me and payed attention to his child. Unlike the mother and grandmother of the little girl who was sitting behind me kicking me for six hours. She was not told once to stop even though it was obvious what she was doing. Most people would have said something, however I am a chicken and thirty scenarios played through my head before I could say anything, all of them ending badly!

Oh right change of clothes. So planes recycle the air in the cabin, what this means is any “stink” or “smell” a person makes is circled around the plane over and over. Ok now imagine that every other three seats is occupied by little ones. Cute as they are they tend to get stinky after a few hours, especially the ones in diapers. By the end of the flight I smelled like a rinsed out and reused dirty diaper. Lucky misfortune had taught me to bring a spare set of clothes, so I was fresh as a daisy in fertilizer after changing in a airport bathroom, just before meeting Captain.