So, it's been a while since I did ol' Jillian Michaels's 30 Day Shred, and I'm telling you, I must be in shape because I just finished it and thought "oh wow, it's done?!" And I barely broke a sweat. I'm telling you (another thing), this summer, I started running and I haven't ever sweat more in my life. I loathe running and just said "Why do I do this? I don't feel good or enjoy it while I'm doing it and don't feel good after." My friend just replied "Because you are burning calories!" True Dat.
Anyway, I started running to challenge myself. This is THE FIRST summer or time in my life when I haven't been able to lose weight by simply upping my exercise load. And now, with running (which I've NEVER done for an extended period of my life) and working out at the gym a few days a week, I'm still not seeing the results. However, I haven't given up hope! I know in my head that I'll be healthier and WILL see results eventually as long as I continue it. I think when the weather breaks--not that I want it to because summer is my favorite--but when the humidity leaves and we have cooler mornings and evenings, I think I'll actually be able to run a pretty decent distance. I'm excited! I could do a 5K now, but maybe in the fall I'll be able to do more and do it even more easily! I have no goal in mind, just to give my body a challenge and continue to sweat like a pig when it happens.
So, the moral of the story is when you hit age 32, the weight doesn't burn off like it used to! So leave those cupcakes and icecream for someone else! :)
Monday, August 8, 2011
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Dawson's Creek
So I've figured out that being a teacher has some great perks, along with some not so great "perks", but one big one is having the summer off to watch Dawson's Creek episodes! Yes, this is my summer ritual. No, they don't always have the season I need ready for check out at the local library, but I've been able to catch up starting this summer with Season 3. This is the season that begins with Eve...the eve-l Eve. I watched a few episodes featuring Eve, and I got really annoyed by the slow jazzy saxophone music they played when ever Eve entered the scene.
It's actually pretty funny to watch this show. It is definitely nostalgic, the reason I watch it, but it's funny to see how far they've come with story lines, production, etc. It's just funny to watch it 10 years later, with very different eyes. I think "oh my gosh, why are they so dramatic?!" then think I must've been the same way at that time...the reason I loved this show originally: I could relate.
A friend was watching it with me Friday night and he had never even HEARD of the show. I about fell out!!! Who HASN'T heard of the show?! And he's around my age. We were blessed with the "Witch Island" episode...possibly the cheesiest of cheesy episodes in the entire series' life. I said "We can watch something else." And he said (already hooked on the Dawson's Creek charm) "No, I like making fun of it." Mmmm hmm, he didn't have to admit it, but I knew he actually was enjoying the show. I think he was watching more intensely than I was! I let it slide but was just happy to see DC still had it after all these years.
Additionally, I was at Big Lots (a personal fave of mine) last Sunday and found the DC Series Finale on DVD for $3! How awesome! I snatched up that puppy and watched it as soon as I got home! How I had forgotten so much from that episode. And I must now share the story of the night when the finale aired. Jodi and I were living together in Devonshire Apartments back home. We invited over Sweet to have a "finale party" because us 3 LOVED DC. Sweet arrived just in time to watch a horrible storm roll in. As DC started, we had tornado sirens ringing all over town, but no tornado, just wind and rain. Then, DC would flicker on and off and we'd all yell in unison "NO!!!!" because this was before DVR existed, not that it would matter since the cable was in and out! Ahhhh, memories....
Thank you Dawson's Creek and all your cast for getting us through our high school and college years!
It's actually pretty funny to watch this show. It is definitely nostalgic, the reason I watch it, but it's funny to see how far they've come with story lines, production, etc. It's just funny to watch it 10 years later, with very different eyes. I think "oh my gosh, why are they so dramatic?!" then think I must've been the same way at that time...the reason I loved this show originally: I could relate.
A friend was watching it with me Friday night and he had never even HEARD of the show. I about fell out!!! Who HASN'T heard of the show?! And he's around my age. We were blessed with the "Witch Island" episode...possibly the cheesiest of cheesy episodes in the entire series' life. I said "We can watch something else." And he said (already hooked on the Dawson's Creek charm) "No, I like making fun of it." Mmmm hmm, he didn't have to admit it, but I knew he actually was enjoying the show. I think he was watching more intensely than I was! I let it slide but was just happy to see DC still had it after all these years.
Additionally, I was at Big Lots (a personal fave of mine) last Sunday and found the DC Series Finale on DVD for $3! How awesome! I snatched up that puppy and watched it as soon as I got home! How I had forgotten so much from that episode. And I must now share the story of the night when the finale aired. Jodi and I were living together in Devonshire Apartments back home. We invited over Sweet to have a "finale party" because us 3 LOVED DC. Sweet arrived just in time to watch a horrible storm roll in. As DC started, we had tornado sirens ringing all over town, but no tornado, just wind and rain. Then, DC would flicker on and off and we'd all yell in unison "NO!!!!" because this was before DVR existed, not that it would matter since the cable was in and out! Ahhhh, memories....
Thank you Dawson's Creek and all your cast for getting us through our high school and college years!
Thursday, June 23, 2011
New Love in my life
His name is Kirby, he's about 14 or 15 inches tall, 20 pounds, black and white and the cutest thing I've ever seen! Kirby is a French Bulldog and Boston Terrier mix and came to me from a Rescue about an hour away. Here is his story...
This is the picture I saw on Petfinder and thought "oh those ears and that chubby little body!" But wait, rewind...here is the situation. It was mid to end of April and I was trying to plan for my summer and getting a puppy to train while I was off of work. I had called on a Friday to the Boston breeder nearby and found out the mama was pregnant with pups so I was excited to hear my potential pup was being made! Then, the next day, I was waiting for a friend to show up to head out on the town, and while I waited, I searched Petfinder. I found Kirby, called "Frenchie" on the site, and immediately sent an email and my application. The next morning I received an email saying she received my app and she'd be in touch with the calls to my landlord, etc. After not hearing for another day or 2, I didn't want this opportunity to slip away so I emailed her and told her all the reasons I should be this puppy's new mom and had to brag on myself--which is always hard and embarrassing--but I knew it had to be done so I was a frontrunner.
That Thursday, Peg called me (but I was teaching) and left a voicemail. I listened to it on my break and almost cried! I got a little teary eyed because I was so excited to hear that she chose ME for Frenchie! It was such great news! A student of mine and my student teacher were in there with me and I was screaming, or just celebrating loudly, and they were so excited to hear what news I got. Peg said when she read my application (out of 60 received!!!), she just knew I was the one.
I kept in touch with Peg and she said he was to be neutered Monday and I would get him Thursday. I immediately puppy-proofed and went out and got the things I thought a puppy would want.
Peg then called to say "He's really doing fine in recovery, I'll just bring him up Tuesday!" So I was even more excited! They showed up Tuesday and the minute he got out of the car I was in love! He immediately flipped to his back and wanted his big belly rubbed! I, of course, obliged and just loved him! We came inside to do paperwork and move him in, and show him his new home.
Do you think he settled right in and knew this was his home?
By the way, he hasn't laid in that bed since the first night when this picture was taken...he is probably thinking "that is for dogs!" and chooses my couch, recliner, or bed to sleep on. For example, this is his new favorite spot he just discovered days ago...
He's just so stinkin' cute I can't get over it! He had a few faux pas to overcome, such as he thoroughly enjoyed having his own feces for a snack, but only if he did it inside. Then, that was all done in secret and I'd only know he had eaten the evidence because it smelled horribly and so did his breath! That was gross but I think he's outgrown it now, PLEASE Lord. He also had one night where I awoke an hour early because of a nightmare, so he was up, then I went back to sleep and when I woke up for the morning cuddling, my feet discovered a cool wetness on the sheets. He had pottied a spot on my beautiful and expensive Anthropologie comforter the size of a car tire, which soaked through both sheets, the mattress pad and into the mattress itself. UGH! But I forgave him and soaked it all with soapy water and it's fine. :) How can you not forgive this face?
In the days following, Kirby received several gifts from his loved ones. Treats and toys galore! And I'm being serious, he LOVES every toy he has! He loves to chew on the chew toys, but then loves to chew a squeaky one and throw it around and chase it. I am so thankful, so blessed, and so happy this little boy came into my life! I've never loved an animal so much because he is just the sweetest, cuddliest, best puppy!! I can't say it enough.
I forgot to mention the most unbelievable part of his story. This little boy, they assume, was born right around Christmas or the first of the year, so he's now about 6 months old. He was in a kill shelter for around 2 weeks in the South, like Mississippi or Alabama, and no one even took him! I mean, a CUTE PUPPY in a kill shelter?!?! FOR 2 WEEKS?!?! And no takers?!?! Now I know it's because he was just waiting to come home to me, his real home. I love Kirby, he's come at the perfect time in my life and I just love him! (Did I mention I love this dog?!)
Ha ha...this cracks me up! My friend and her baby came to visit and Kirby wanted to be as close to her as he could be, but this time, he was just sitting....WAITING to get up there near her! My friend took a pic when he got up there and was laying directly next to her. He's also wearing his fashionable "party" bandana! Why not?!And to end the story, this is a picture of a box of blank cards my sister bought me for Christmas this past year, right when Kirby was being born, and got it because she knew I loved French Bulldogs, Boston Terriers, and especially a combo of both. How perfect is this? It looks like him!
Monday, June 20, 2011
So over it
What is this rule that we are supposed to love family no matter what and always keep them close and protected? No. I don't think so. Yes, I think so for those who you love and those who need your support and help and are at least respectful, but heck no to those black sheep family members who embarrass you, disgust you, and totally disrespect and take full advantage of you. I'm over it. OVER it.
Why should I--a hardworking, responsible, self-sufficient person--have to carry the weight of one of my family member's mistakes and conscious BAD decisions?! I shouldn't. I have made my own decisions, be those good or bad at times, and dealt with the consequences or reaped the benefits--mostly I can safely say, I've been able to reap! :) So why should I have to continue to be screwed over because it's "family?" I'm not and I'm stopping it tonight.
Then, as I tell this person I'm done and no longer allowing them to walk all over me, they seriously have the nerve to ask how they screwed me over? That saddens me. Really, you don't know? You don't remember the bill in my name that you racked up to $1700 and is sitting in a debt collector's office? Not fair...not fair that my credit risks being affected from me trying to help my family out. I just shake my head in disbelief because I don't know what has happened to this person. But I do know that I'm done dealing with it and done being treated like doo doo. :)
Ahhhh, writing is liberating!
Why should I--a hardworking, responsible, self-sufficient person--have to carry the weight of one of my family member's mistakes and conscious BAD decisions?! I shouldn't. I have made my own decisions, be those good or bad at times, and dealt with the consequences or reaped the benefits--mostly I can safely say, I've been able to reap! :) So why should I have to continue to be screwed over because it's "family?" I'm not and I'm stopping it tonight.
Then, as I tell this person I'm done and no longer allowing them to walk all over me, they seriously have the nerve to ask how they screwed me over? That saddens me. Really, you don't know? You don't remember the bill in my name that you racked up to $1700 and is sitting in a debt collector's office? Not fair...not fair that my credit risks being affected from me trying to help my family out. I just shake my head in disbelief because I don't know what has happened to this person. But I do know that I'm done dealing with it and done being treated like doo doo. :)
Ahhhh, writing is liberating!
Monday, March 7, 2011
Mama was right
My mother is my confidante and the person I call about ANYthing (and everything). I find a weird spot on my body? I call my mom and she quickly reassures me it's normal and to do this or that. I need a good recipe? I call my mom and she has 20 available. And I have a break up...mom's on the other line, not saying much BUT she's there and that's all I need.
So, my mom recently gave me a good piece of advice...joking...but I'm going to take her up on this. I call her and tell her any riDICulous story from work and she just LAUGHS and then says "thanks for the story!" (or today she said "Thanks for the chuckle!). She told me after a couple of stories, "You need to write a book about these stories...you'll forget them and NO ONE will believe you!"
It truly is unreal...I can't even believe some of the stories have happened but they HAVE because I've been there! I wish I could tell the tales here but I can't...too risky and it's not worth that. Being in education, WOW, you really have to watch everything...the public is ready to POUNCE on you! So just look out for Spooky Winters in the future...the title of my book will be something along the lines of "Crazy Sh*t I can't even make up!"
Side note: I've recently been thinking about "the one who got away" from college. Gosh, I'm sure everyone can think of THAT guy they had back in the day and still wonder "I wonder what he's doing, where he's at, how many kids he has..." Good ol' Justin Olson...he was my love. For a while, though, he had no idea. Or heck, maybe he did and thought I was crazy, but in my head, he didn't know. :) The best thing is, I wasn't psycho and we actually built a good friendship over time and got to know each other. He had a girlfriend the whole time, BUMMER and sad face, but I respected that so we were friends. I always loved that boy, though! LOVED. Even the guy I dated a bit in college said "I'm only worried about one guy in your life...JUSTIN!" He knew about my love for JO because we were friends before dating and he knew of the love stories I told.
I am so happy that I have a guy like this as a memory. He made my days in college...just to see him driving on campus, out at a bar, or at the baseball house...I just got very very happy. I won't bore you tonight with the details of our love story (ha ha), but maybe some day I'll just blog about the story from start to end. What's really heartbreaking is that the night I graduated college, he was trying to get the girl driving us home to take us to his place and she refused (because she was in love with him, too! Who wasn't?!), so when she dropped me off, I closed the car door and bawled all the way to my door. I knew I may never see Justin again and I was just so heartbroken. :(
BUT, good news, I did..many more times. We kept in touch, called each other when I was in Champaign (and he was still in school) and when he was in Chicago. When my little Nokia phone rang and I saw his name pop up, my heart skipped a beat. Why couldn't that have worked out? Maybe so I'd still have this funny little love story in my heart and hold him that high regard just always curious about what might have been. Hmmm...Justin...I hope he's well! I'm totally blogging about this entire story in the near future, so stay tuned. Night!
So, my mom recently gave me a good piece of advice...joking...but I'm going to take her up on this. I call her and tell her any riDICulous story from work and she just LAUGHS and then says "thanks for the story!" (or today she said "Thanks for the chuckle!). She told me after a couple of stories, "You need to write a book about these stories...you'll forget them and NO ONE will believe you!"
It truly is unreal...I can't even believe some of the stories have happened but they HAVE because I've been there! I wish I could tell the tales here but I can't...too risky and it's not worth that. Being in education, WOW, you really have to watch everything...the public is ready to POUNCE on you! So just look out for Spooky Winters in the future...the title of my book will be something along the lines of "Crazy Sh*t I can't even make up!"
Side note: I've recently been thinking about "the one who got away" from college. Gosh, I'm sure everyone can think of THAT guy they had back in the day and still wonder "I wonder what he's doing, where he's at, how many kids he has..." Good ol' Justin Olson...he was my love. For a while, though, he had no idea. Or heck, maybe he did and thought I was crazy, but in my head, he didn't know. :) The best thing is, I wasn't psycho and we actually built a good friendship over time and got to know each other. He had a girlfriend the whole time, BUMMER and sad face, but I respected that so we were friends. I always loved that boy, though! LOVED. Even the guy I dated a bit in college said "I'm only worried about one guy in your life...JUSTIN!" He knew about my love for JO because we were friends before dating and he knew of the love stories I told.
I am so happy that I have a guy like this as a memory. He made my days in college...just to see him driving on campus, out at a bar, or at the baseball house...I just got very very happy. I won't bore you tonight with the details of our love story (ha ha), but maybe some day I'll just blog about the story from start to end. What's really heartbreaking is that the night I graduated college, he was trying to get the girl driving us home to take us to his place and she refused (because she was in love with him, too! Who wasn't?!), so when she dropped me off, I closed the car door and bawled all the way to my door. I knew I may never see Justin again and I was just so heartbroken. :(
BUT, good news, I did..many more times. We kept in touch, called each other when I was in Champaign (and he was still in school) and when he was in Chicago. When my little Nokia phone rang and I saw his name pop up, my heart skipped a beat. Why couldn't that have worked out? Maybe so I'd still have this funny little love story in my heart and hold him that high regard just always curious about what might have been. Hmmm...Justin...I hope he's well! I'm totally blogging about this entire story in the near future, so stay tuned. Night!
Friday, February 4, 2011
"Warrior"...a word I've heard a lot lately
Across the country we keep hearing the tragic news of police officers being shot--wounded or fatally wounded--in the line of duty. Never...EVER have I heard of so many horrible happenings. One of these was an officer here in Indianapolis, Officer David Moore. Let me recap the story in my eyes...
I woke up that Monday morning at 5:30 and turned on the tv to let the news play a little, hear the forecast, and wake up a little. First thing I hear is an IMPD officer was shot Sunday, 4 times--2 in the face--and was not stable enough yet for an MRI. I see his picture flash on the screen and think "David Moore? IMPD Officer? Oh my gosh..." and I texted my friend, D, to say "Please tell me the Officer David Moore who was shot is not your husband's friend??" She didn't reply for hours because she was at the hospital, it, indeed, was him.
Now, this all was happening Monday, January 24th. Rewind almost 1 month to December 29th...D and G got married. 50 people invited to the wedding. Guy sits right in front of me during the ceremony, then picks the seat right next to me at the reception. We meet, then get into a heated discussion about Hooters, which left a sour taste in my mouth. This guy: Officer David Moore. I felt crushed just thinking of this sole meeting...I met this man one time, at 2 close friends' wedding, and my only recollection is being kinda b*tchy to him because I was defensive about being an ex-Hooters girl! How awful of me...I hate that that is my memory of him. My friend, D, called me a few days later to say she heard he "offended" me and I said "no! Believe me, I wasn't offended..." so it was just all unnecessary.
So, to present day. Dave was so much I obviously didn't know...a superior athlete, an awesome Christian, a savvy writer, an amazing uncle and son. With the horrendous ice storm we experienced on the day of his funeral, school was canceled and I was able to walk just 2 blocks to attend. I am so glad that I did. This funeral was monumental! To watch the officers file in 2 x 2, all in uniform with their hats in palm...the sight itself was so honorable. The dignity they all displayed was unbelievable...and such a wonderful thing to see. I must give major respect to whomever planned this funeral because it was done so well without any flaws. Towards the end, the 21 gun salute, Taps, Amazing Grace on bagpipes, the horses walked in to pay respect (which they were all soooo well-behaved and were so scared with the gun salute, it hurt my heart too), the all-staff salute....all of the policemen and women were standing with their hats on and arms posed in salute to Officer Moore. There was so much pride in that room it made me cry. Then, the wonderful slideshow of pictures that played perfectly with Vince Gill's "Go Rest High on That Mountain"....oh my, I haven't cried like that at a funeral since probably Adam Wagner's funeral. (Except Adam I knew and those tears were more emotional and personal, and Moore's were more emotional for seeing how everyone supported him and his service...same with Adam, but just there were so many similarities a lot of emotion rushed back.)
I just looked up pictures again tonight and I cried just seeing it all again. Indianapolis lost a good man in such a senseless act of violence. If you wish to see the pictures, here is the link:
http://photos.indystar.com/galleries/11817-funeral-service-for-impd-officer-david-moore
I woke up that Monday morning at 5:30 and turned on the tv to let the news play a little, hear the forecast, and wake up a little. First thing I hear is an IMPD officer was shot Sunday, 4 times--2 in the face--and was not stable enough yet for an MRI. I see his picture flash on the screen and think "David Moore? IMPD Officer? Oh my gosh..." and I texted my friend, D, to say "Please tell me the Officer David Moore who was shot is not your husband's friend??" She didn't reply for hours because she was at the hospital, it, indeed, was him.
Now, this all was happening Monday, January 24th. Rewind almost 1 month to December 29th...D and G got married. 50 people invited to the wedding. Guy sits right in front of me during the ceremony, then picks the seat right next to me at the reception. We meet, then get into a heated discussion about Hooters, which left a sour taste in my mouth. This guy: Officer David Moore. I felt crushed just thinking of this sole meeting...I met this man one time, at 2 close friends' wedding, and my only recollection is being kinda b*tchy to him because I was defensive about being an ex-Hooters girl! How awful of me...I hate that that is my memory of him. My friend, D, called me a few days later to say she heard he "offended" me and I said "no! Believe me, I wasn't offended..." so it was just all unnecessary.
So, to present day. Dave was so much I obviously didn't know...a superior athlete, an awesome Christian, a savvy writer, an amazing uncle and son. With the horrendous ice storm we experienced on the day of his funeral, school was canceled and I was able to walk just 2 blocks to attend. I am so glad that I did. This funeral was monumental! To watch the officers file in 2 x 2, all in uniform with their hats in palm...the sight itself was so honorable. The dignity they all displayed was unbelievable...and such a wonderful thing to see. I must give major respect to whomever planned this funeral because it was done so well without any flaws. Towards the end, the 21 gun salute, Taps, Amazing Grace on bagpipes, the horses walked in to pay respect (which they were all soooo well-behaved and were so scared with the gun salute, it hurt my heart too), the all-staff salute....all of the policemen and women were standing with their hats on and arms posed in salute to Officer Moore. There was so much pride in that room it made me cry. Then, the wonderful slideshow of pictures that played perfectly with Vince Gill's "Go Rest High on That Mountain"....oh my, I haven't cried like that at a funeral since probably Adam Wagner's funeral. (Except Adam I knew and those tears were more emotional and personal, and Moore's were more emotional for seeing how everyone supported him and his service...same with Adam, but just there were so many similarities a lot of emotion rushed back.)
I just looked up pictures again tonight and I cried just seeing it all again. Indianapolis lost a good man in such a senseless act of violence. If you wish to see the pictures, here is the link:
http://photos.indystar.com/galleries/11817-funeral-service-for-impd-officer-david-moore
Monday, January 24, 2011
Inside 9/11
No matter how much time passes, the hurt and devastation of 9/11 does not fade. I saw a commercial for National Geographic TV for a special titled "Inside 9/11," and I decided to record it. I'm just now watching it and it brings me to tears to re-watch the towers being hit, hear cries of pain and terror, see pictures of smiling pilots and flight attendants who passed that day, and to see little dropping dots from the flaming wreckage KNOWING they are desperate people overtaken by fear. It's heartbreaking, and the images still sting as though I am seeing them for the first time.
It's awesome, yet saddening, to listen to the survivors' stories and see the scars the day left upon them. I specifically remember where I was...we all do! I was leaving my apartment in Urbana, IL, driving to open Abercrombie & Fitch for the day. On the radio, a deejay was giving the breaking news and I remember thinking "WHAT is going ON?!?!" Because they were saying it was a low-flying plane and just an accident. Then, minutes later, the 2nd plane hits and you just knew it was an attack. I got to work and just turned on the tv as I opened the store and followed the news to keep hearing the story develop. A few hours later, we got the call from home office that the stores were closing. We all went to a friend's house and sat together on the couch to watch the devastation that just happened to our country. It was unbelievable. Then everyone freaked out about gas and my sister and I (later that evening) sat in her living room and watched out the window at the people lined up down the street for blocks just to get gas.
Such a horrible day and something unthinkable...how can such horrible people exist on this planet?! And among everyone else?! A man who worked at the ticket check-in counter just spoke about how he checked in one of the terrorists and when he spoke to the man, the man just glared at him and he said he just felt anger and a horrible feeling when this man looked through him with a cold stare. He said he mentally slapped himself for letting them pass and not going with his instinct of looking like a terrorist. Can you imagine feeling like you let this happen because you didn't go with a gut instinct because you didn't want to offend someone? Gosh no, what a hard position...and a very hard thing to live with forever. It even showed surveillance using the hand-wand for extra security for some of the men and not catching the knives they had. I will never complain about security measure our airports take to ensure our safety. There is absolutely no reason those pilots and flight attendants should have ever been at risk for their safety because they were doing us all such a huge convenience in travel...please, continue to check us, even if we appear naked on your screen, I DO NOT CARE, I want everyone to be safe.
It's awesome, yet saddening, to listen to the survivors' stories and see the scars the day left upon them. I specifically remember where I was...we all do! I was leaving my apartment in Urbana, IL, driving to open Abercrombie & Fitch for the day. On the radio, a deejay was giving the breaking news and I remember thinking "WHAT is going ON?!?!" Because they were saying it was a low-flying plane and just an accident. Then, minutes later, the 2nd plane hits and you just knew it was an attack. I got to work and just turned on the tv as I opened the store and followed the news to keep hearing the story develop. A few hours later, we got the call from home office that the stores were closing. We all went to a friend's house and sat together on the couch to watch the devastation that just happened to our country. It was unbelievable. Then everyone freaked out about gas and my sister and I (later that evening) sat in her living room and watched out the window at the people lined up down the street for blocks just to get gas.
Such a horrible day and something unthinkable...how can such horrible people exist on this planet?! And among everyone else?! A man who worked at the ticket check-in counter just spoke about how he checked in one of the terrorists and when he spoke to the man, the man just glared at him and he said he just felt anger and a horrible feeling when this man looked through him with a cold stare. He said he mentally slapped himself for letting them pass and not going with his instinct of looking like a terrorist. Can you imagine feeling like you let this happen because you didn't go with a gut instinct because you didn't want to offend someone? Gosh no, what a hard position...and a very hard thing to live with forever. It even showed surveillance using the hand-wand for extra security for some of the men and not catching the knives they had. I will never complain about security measure our airports take to ensure our safety. There is absolutely no reason those pilots and flight attendants should have ever been at risk for their safety because they were doing us all such a huge convenience in travel...please, continue to check us, even if we appear naked on your screen, I DO NOT CARE, I want everyone to be safe.
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