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A Nerdy Christmas

A virtual tree full of nerdy goodies...

Astro Snowman is styling in his Christmas package shaped Extravehicular Mobility Unit (EMU) and earmuff shaped communications unit. I hope he doesn't "melt" under the pressure of performing a space walk!

Ms. Violet is on her way to Mars in the "Mars Express". She is setting out to bring Christmas joy to alien worlds!

Santa pilots the "Super Apollo". I hear it has 7.5 million reindeer power. 

It may sound silly, but this blog has been an amazing gift. Sharing and collecting these life stories with all of you, my beautiful readers, has brought us into this virtual relationship...a connection through words and mostly crappy pictures.

I want you to know that I sincerely appreciate your presence here, in this obscure Diabetes infused, space-themed corner of the interwebs. Your comments on the posts and the little blog shout outs I received on so many family Christmas cards truly means the world to me. I'm lucky that my life is full of so much good, and that by sharing it through this medium I have been able to impact others dreams and goals. I just want to reach through your screen right now and give you all a great big hug for all your support and love. 

I hope you have an amazing holiday season! It may be my last year without a Mission Control shift, so I am soaking it up! 



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  1. Yay for blogs and the connections they build! Hooray!

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