Update on Space Case Nowak
It turns out that Lisa Nowak the unhinged psycho astronaut had recently had a run-in with the cops during a domestic dispute with her husband, who subsequently left her.
From local6 here:
In November, a neighbor reported hearing the sounds of dishes being thrown inside Nowak’s Houston-area home, and the police came. And weeks ago, Nowak and her husband separated after 19 years.
Nowak’s two-story brick house remained unlit and empty Tuesday night. Mail and papers covered the dining room table. A pair of children’s white roller skates with pink wheels sat at the bottom of the stairs, toys were strewn nearby. Her husband could not be located.
I would guess that the children are with the father in a secluded location. I am no expert, but I would guess that the husband has an open and shut case for sole custody of the children at this point. One can easily speculate that Lisa revealed her obsession with her coworker and astronaut lover to her husband- they fought and separated right around Christmas. Ho Ho Ho.
Then Lisa drives 900 miles in a diaper on a hairbrained scheme to intimidate at best, or murder at worst, her rival in a love triangle? If she was unhappy at home, Lisa should have tried online dating. I mean Match.com at age 43 is no picnic, but it beats driving 900 miles in diapers any day. If any divorce lawyer charges more than a nominal fee to the husband for this case he is a crook. This one is a slam dunk.
NASA also responded by placing Lisa on a 30-day leave. They should have fired the crazy bitch. And what kind of organization allows fraternization to carry on so openly? Nasa has a field manual on how to take a dump in space, but can’t write up a pamphlet on how to not bang your coworkers?
And what is William Oefelein, the object of crazy Nowak’s desire, thinking at this point? He’s probably thinking he came close to having his “bunny burned.”
Finally, it seems that there is a new euphemism for being crazy or loving something a lot. Its “Driving 900 miles in a diaper.” To use it in a sentence, it would be: “The guy is so obsessed with American Idol he would drive 900 miles in a diaper to kidnap Simon Cowell.” Or, “I really love the hotdogs at Fenway Park in Boston. Not ‘drive 900 miles in a diaper’ love, but damn, they are delicious.”
Try to work that phrase into conversations around the office a few times today.
