Status Updates From Space Oddities: Ground Cont...

Although the dose isn’t high enough to make me forget I’m in a small space, it makes me oddly undisturbed by it.

I probably look ridiculous with … no makeup and wearing Ian’s T-shirt and a pair of his boxers rolled at the waist. But this is my Gone with the Wind curtain outfit moment and I’m determined to own it.

I once heard that a good friend is always ready with bail money. But a great friend will be sitting in the cell with you.

Just like professional athletes, astronauts aren’t allowed to do unnecessarily dangerous things when scheduled for a flight to space. It could get them taken off rotation.

Every inch counts.

That’s what she said.

Telling Julie Starr to wait is as useful as tits on a boar.

So many nevers became firsts that summer.

She grew up both abandoned and loved, never knowing which was more common.

The only thing I have going for me is it’s before noon, so it isn’t sweltering yet.

Atlanta weather isn’t much different than Houston weather - hot and humid.

Withholding my truth may protect them, but it protects me more. And when I’m gone, will they always wonder why I left? Will they think it’s their fault? If I couldn’t give them the truth while here, couldn’t I at least give them the truth after I’m gone? So they don’t worry, or question, or somehow think they’re to blame for my leaving.

“This isn’t just anything, this is Vera Wang,”

“We’re literally wearing Wangs.”

“I figure she’s still in the Houston area. That clunker truck of hers doesn’t look like it’ll make it out of town.” Chewing. “That’s how I found her the first time. Apparently, it was her grandfather’s truck. Doesn’t look like she can make herself get rid of it.” He snorts. “Sentimentality always gets you caught in the end.”

I need a good five minutes of steady breathing, breathing I learned from Dr. Brown in case I started panicking due to my claustrophobia. Turns out it works well when you’re heartbroken and frustrated too.

Earlier: hoes before bros

Now: chicks before dicks

You can lie to yourself if you want, but don’t lie to me.

I guess that’s the funny thing about putting down roots, even those as shallow as my imagination lets me dig. Once you start, you just want more. You want to dig deeper.

in my opinion, any woman who has to pack up and leave when the man isn’t around is probably entitled to a bit of his shit.

even when I’m dealing with something, it’s only because I’m trying to manage something else.

I never understood the whole brain exploding emoji until now. I think Dr. Brown may have broken me.

defense mechanism your brain put in place. You grew up solving problems of managing your parents’ expectations while trying to remain your own person. W/restrictions loosened by distance you put between yourself & parents, brain wanted to grasp familiar. To still work within limitations. So plane, representation of all you were leaving behind, became substitute. It allowed you to move forward in familiar setting.”

Dealing with something can also be accepting things that cannot change. Managing is accepting things that can and should change.

“Just keep dealing with your issues instead of managing them,“

“Please tell me you upgraded your hotel. No wife wants to stay in Europe on government-issued accommodations.”

“what if she’s a plant by an animal activist group and she’s sacrificed herself to get red paint poured all over her for a political statement?” Rose laughs. “She chose the wrong state to make that plea. Texas is the poster child state for leather, fur, and all things anti-PETA.”

“Where are you from?”

“You said Georgia, didn’t you dear?”

“A red state.” The senator nods. “But it’s nearly always cut down the middle come the larger elections.”