Twenty-three

So... when I said Spacey Casey was accepting donations to be produced in 3D, I never imagined...

Spacey Casey gets to go to Cape Canaveral to see the Space Shuttle STS-119/Discovery launch on February 12th. I get to see it from inside the compound in a VIP area that is the closest civilians are allowed to get to the launch (6 miles away, which sounds far but keep in mind everything involved is HUGE and the places most sightseers go are about 10 miles away).

I'm so excited, about all I want to do is hold onto stuff and jump up and down and squeal. Must be left over from the little girl in me who wanted to be an astronaut for as long as she can remember. Every time I close my eyes I can hear the flowing roar I hear on TV, and imagine the rumble of all that fire lifting the shuttle. This has mostly been #1 on my "bucket list" forever but have never gotten around to it.

Spacey Casey owes it all to the Queen of Kahn-doh 48, my love Sandra. She found a budget way to do it and arranged the finances. She's very much too good to me.

Cancer and wound stuff continues as before. It shouldn't be too hard to travel since it will all be planes, shuttles, and possibly a wheel chair. Half my bag will be wound care shit though. The wounds continue to get a teeny bit better the every couple of weeks they're evaluated. I'm getting used to taking care of them, but what's getting more and more on my nerves is the smell. A mix of sweet BO and old blood. It's disgusting. Luckily, most people can't smell it because it isn't strong enough, but I'm only a foot north of it ALL THE TIME and I definitely can. Nothing masks it.

Enough whining. I get to go to a launch! /squeal

Cheers