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I have to say that I have had a very uneventful week, and I find it quite enjoyable! (now knocking on every piece of wood in the house).

They have scrubbed the shuttle launch until at least Sunday, so that's where I'll be at approximately 7:43 EST, provided they don't delay it again. Well obviously we'll be there earlier than that, but yeah. I really admire an astronaut, on many levels. Beyond the major and obvious ones- it's things like the fact that they were probably the little boys (and girls!) who played with shuttles when they were kids, and told everyone they wanted to go into space, and grandma would say "You can be whatever you want to be!", so they did. Ahhh. I love it when people follow their dreams. :) It gives me hope that one day I will follow my own, if I ever figure out what they are. But my 20's induced identity crisis is a whole other post in itself. They were probably geeks in high school, but look at them now. Only a few select people can really say they have been in space for cryin out loud. I cry like a newborn when I have to fly from Florida to Virginia. Sheesh.

But besides that, they take the concept of flying to a whole new level. Unfortunately history has shown that even space shuttles aren't always 100% safe. I personally could not ever get on a plane that has made any kind of emergency landing due to weather or mechanical repair. I don't care where in the world I am, I will find an alternate route home. Truth is, once that thing lands because of a problem, it isn't going back to the sky with my arse in it. So for this shuttle to have been delayed several times- and now more in the past few days- I really admire these people getting in there and proceeding. Well, I admire them, and I pee my pants a little at the thought of it. I'm kidding. Maybe.