The CSA has apparently decided I warrant closer scrutiny. Which at this point simply means another questionnaire, and still long odds.
July is henceforward to be known as "be careful what you wish for" month.
The CSA has apparently decided I warrant closer scrutiny. Which at this point simply means another questionnaire, and still long odds.
July is henceforward to be known as "be careful what you wish for" month.
Sooooo cool!!
I really wanted to be an astronaut when I was a kid. Sadly, I got ill on the Twizzler at the local street festival the other day while my little girls squeed with glee. I don't think space travel would be kind to me, so I'll have to live vicariously through you and Gord.
Neat, neat, neat.
I never said I didn't have a problem with roller-coasters. Perhaps I shouldn't admit here that I may need to rely on ginger pills. :-)
But having lived on a boat for 14 years, I am supremely adapted to living in small spaces.
Congrats to Gord!
[...] have less to be stressed and glum about than others, for which I am grateful. I’m apparently not going to be an astronaut, either. Didn’t make the top 2000 applicants. Oh, well. I’m a bit more philosophical [...]