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Scenes From Last Weekend

Even though I am in the thick of training and simulations at NASA right now, it's always nice to have a break! Last weekend Chris and I traveled back home for a wedding...here are a few gems:

Chris enlisted mom's sewing help to make pocket squares for his suit!
We traveled up north to see my sister's house that she recently purchased! Proud sister moment!
Dressed up for the weddin'.
Just can't get enough of these desert sunsets. I appreciate the mountains so much more now that we live in Texas!!
Izzy was happy to see us when we returned!

Hope everyone has a great weekend! On Monday I have a final evaluation sim, so I could really use all of your positive energy!! I'm a little reluctant to publish it here on my blog in case I don't pass (which is not uncommon), but either way it goes y'all have been the best support so far and I owe it to my readers to give you the full story!

  I tell you, we got two categories of pilots around here. We got your prime pilots that get all the hot planes, and we got your pud-knockers who dream about getting the hot planes. Now what are you two pud-knockers gonna have? Huh? - The Right Stuff

Hoping to graduate from a pud-knocker to a prime [ISS] pilot on Monday! 

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  1. Shoot for the Moon, you "Prime Pilot", just like Gus did. Dad.

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