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It's that time of year again...

I have such a love/hate relationship with this time of year...

Love: Almost birthday time!! Woot Woot!!
Hate: This week in NASA history...

Last year I got all worked up about it, even writing a letter to the editor...but this year is different. I feel defeated in my attempts to increase manned space flight awareness. Heck, I think even my grad school cronies are getting bored with my ranting posts pointing fingers at politicians and blaming a lack of space goals for America's bored school children.

And in my opinion, this week is such a great week to reflect on the crews lost and lead a crusade forward towards continuing America's self-reliance in space.

I am challenging everyone to do something "space" related today or within the week in honor of the crews lost this week Apollo 1, Challenger and Columbia. It could be something as simple as spending a few minutes looking up at the stars, finding a satellite, heading to a space museum, telling someone about NASA, praying for Gabrielle Giffords and company, writing a poem, writing a blogpost (hey!), reading "Goodnight Moon" to your children, or baking some space themed cookies. Leave a comment or send me an email [nerdyapril@gmail.com] and tell/show me what you did...I can't wait to hear all about the fun things you did!

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  1. I'm going to write a blog on Monday relating to this, and you specifically. Thanks for the reminder.

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  2. Thanks for stopping by! I can't wait to read the post!

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  3. You already have my link ;)

    Both the Challenger and Columbia disasters live on in my mind forever.

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