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how do you say.,,,,,,,,,,,,..

inlovewithdamien

Yea….that’s my thoughts :v

you can see them here, to the right of the suit’s built-in boots.

photos of armstrong on the moon prominently feature the boots!

although i couldn’t find any official nasa photos of the bottoms of the boots, i could find something even more interesting! an x-ray of the boots “taken as a last minute check to see if there were any foreign objects that could compromise the integrity of the spacesuit during the mission, such as broken off tips of needles that were used in the stitching process”

the thick vertical lines are the treads at the bottoms of the boots

When I was about 11 or 12, I stopped talking around extended family for close to a year, only short answers when directly spoken to. NO. ONE. NOTICED. And I was still addressed by my nicknames. I realized then that nothing I said had ever mattered. Whatever I was passionate about, whatever interested me, wasn’t worth mentioning because I was the only one that cared. I love my family and I know they love me. They’ll never know what their playful teasing did.

Because I still question. I rarely talk to people. I search people during conversation for clues that they might be disinterested and chastise myself for days if I feel like I’ve talked too much. I realize I overreact and likely see disinterest and annoyance when there isn’t any. But then someone will interrupt and talk over me and with my sentence unfinished, I can fade away and no one will remember that I had been saying something.

It can be irritating when people talk a lot and kids’ passionate ramblings can make little sense and be exhausting with how long they can go on. Just be careful how you handle it. Don’t ever let someone think that you don’t care about what they say. If you have had enough of a conversation, cut it off kindly and make sure that person knows that it’s not because you don’t care.

Otherwise they could end up like me…

who agonized over whether or not to post this.

CFR Title 14, Chapter II, Subchapter D, Part 382, Subpart E, Section 382.67, Subsection (e)

“As a carrier, you must never request or suggest that a passenger not stow his or her wheelchair in the cabin to accommodate other passengers (e.g., informing a passenger that stowing his or her wheelchair in the cabin will require other passengers to be removed from the flight), or for any other non-safety related reason (e.g., that it is easier for the carrier if the wheelchair is stowed in the cargo compartment).”

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Now that you know, speak up.

I will always remember that twice a week, around the kitchen table, my sister would sit down with my dad for hours, and they would try to work out her math homework. I should mention that my dad is an artist, and art teacher. Truth be told I think he struggled with math just as much if not more then she did. But twice a week you could hear them downstairs, going back and forth, trying to figure it out together. Some nights would be smooth and easy, some nights I could hear them arguing from one floor up about factors or equations, not in anger but in mutual frustration.

I remember the day that she passed. My sister couldn’t wait until my dad’s school day ended, so she called him at work. She gleefully announced to him “I got a D-!”. We could hear him through the phone as he exclaimed “She got a D!” excitedly to his class. Still through the phone we heard his students clapping, laughing and whooping in congratulations. Seldom has a grade in our household been so celebrated.

Help your kid to understand, not punish them.

SERVICE DOG PSA

So today I tripped. Fell flat on my face, it was awful but ultimately harmless. My service dog, however, is trained to go get an adult if I have a seizure, and he assumed this was a seizure (were training him to do more to care for me, but we didn’t learn I had epilepsy until a year after we got him)

I went after him after I had dusten off my jeans and my ego, and I found him trying to get the attention of a very annoyed woman. She was swatting him away and telling him to go away. So I feel like I need to make this heads up

If a service dog without a person approaches you, it means the person is down and in need of help

Don’t get scared, don’t get annoyed, follow the dog! If it had been an emergency situation, I could have vomited and choked, I could have hit my head, I could have had so many things happen to me. We’re going to update his training so if the first person doesn’t cooperate, he moves on, but seriously guys. If what’s-his-face could understand that lassie wanted him to go to the well, you can figure out that a dog in a vest proclaiming it a service dog wants you to follow him

Hey everybody, if you reblogged this, please please reblog this correction. The person who trained this dog was doing it themselves in violation of service dog standards and etiquette. Please see this tweet chain for more detail. I have capped the tweets below for convenience. If you need a text version, click on the link above.

LONG OVERDUE:

Girbeagly shirts are now available in the Spreadshirt store! Keep in mind, I will be sending any proceeds from merch directly to charity.

At the moment, my graphics aren’t optimized for any color but white t-shirts, but I promise to get this fixed very soon.

I wanted to get some up in time for Spreadshirt’s current deal: use code “T-DAY2014” to get free shipping, valid only today!

Once again, thank you for supporting me so much - I wouldn’t be at this point without all of you amazing people! Let’s do our best to keep growing in a positive direction together