Saturday, February 1, 2014

The TSA

The TSA.

Our family detests the organization.

I am pleased that an article written by a former TSA employee has hit the main stream airwaves. 



In January our family traveled through LaGuardia.  B-real refuses the scanner, based on principle, so he had to wait for more than 10 minutes for his personal pat down.  I felt like they were penalizing him for choosing not to do the scanner -- by making him wait.  B-reals personal items had gone through the x-ray belt and were sitting there for the taking.  His wallet, his passport, his work computer.  All just sitting there as he was backlogged for exercising his rights. 

I inquired as to where he was, because I was able to go through the metal detector with the kids. For some reason the body scanner is not appropriate for children but o.k. for adults?  One TSA agent told me had been taken in the back.  I asked why and they said because he had refused the scanner.  I asked where they had taken him and my latest favorite TSA agent, Victor, said, "I didn't need to worry about him.  My husband wouldn't leave me and that he had married me for better or for worse."  I was appalled that someone would speak to me in such a way and in front of our children.  I told him so and he got in my face.  He told me that my husband had to wait if he was going to refuse the scanner, that they had changed and no longer took images of private body parts.  He's telling this to me about my husband who has traveled nearly 1 million miles in the past six years.  Like he's not up to the date on the technology. 

When Victor drew the lucky card to give B-real his pat down, he spoke so rudely to him.  Barked at him to remove whatever was in his pockets.  Turned out to be his subway map.  B-real asked after the pat-down if he could return the map to his pocket.  Victor said no and proceeded to rub down the map with some cotton pads.  Victor read B-real a riot act about suffering the consequences of refusing the body scanner.  Something about how they didn't have enough resources (aka agents), which resulted in his lengthy wait time. 

The woman working the x-ray machine continually barked at me to take my husband's stuff off the belt.  What would have happened to his stuff had I not been there?  It could have easily been taken. 

The whole system was/is a joke. I feel embarrassed for people who stand in those body scanner machines with their arms held above their heads, like they are criminals.  It won't change unless people start raising a ruckus though, until more people refuse the scanner based on principle.  I am proud of my husband and the message he is showing our girls.  I am also proud that people stared at our family as we vocally objected to the way we were being treated by these agents of our government.  I am proud of my veteran father who refuses to fly and chooses to drive because he vehemently objects to the treatment at airports.  How a man who served our country during war time and was given the highest security clearance our government offers can be subjected to such ridicule is insulting. 

Stand up for your rights folks.  It's the only way the rules will change. 


Friday, January 31, 2014

Another sad story...

As I continue on my list of reasons why I don't send my children to school.  See below...

Many of my friends children attend World Learner in Chaska.  I just visited it two months ago because I like the idea of Montessori. On all accounts I've heard and witnessed this being a neat school.

http://www.chanvillager.com/news/schools/chaska-teacher-charged-with-criminal-sexual-conduct/article_dd488575-897e-5f71-ac91-bbfb9ddbf8bc.html

Then how can parents be o.k. with their children being at a school where a teacher is accused and admits to inappropriately touching two young girls.  I don't understand in what capacity a teacher is allowed to be in a situation where he is alone with eight and nine year old girls.

The school claims he passed all of their background checks.  When I volunteered at my daughter's private school we had to attend required volunteer training.  The biggest take away I had was to never be alone with a child.  Children are capable of making up lies and you don't want to EVER be in a position of being accused of doing something inappropriate.  The best way to prevent that from happening is to always have another adult with you.  Even if you are accused of something untrue and found innocent in the court of law, you will never regain your reputation.

I count my stars that I don't have to worry about my children's safety on a daily basis.  I know, without a doubt, they are safe at home.   No crazy person is going to run into their school and they will not be exposed to someone inappropriately touching them. 
 


Did you hear?

about the home burglar who alluded police by running into an Edina elementary school.  I thought schools had locked doors except for one main entrance.  I thought any visitors had to check in before entering the school. 

The school reportedly noticed a strange man walking around the halls and decided to call the police.  How in the world does a random man end up walking the halls of an elementary school? 

If I was a parent of a child at this school, I would be asking about 100 questions.  I feel like a parent's number one responsibility is to keep their children safe and permitting my child to attend this school would not be honoring that responsibility.  

See article...

 http://www.startribune.com/local/west/241731891.html

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Our First Morning in NYC

We wanted Big C to see the skating rink at Rockefeller Center. 



And where they film The Today Show.



And Times Square.


M and M Store

Little c wanted to take Big C to the M and M Store in Times Square.  They have this huge wall of M&Ms where you can hand select the color and flavor of your M&Ms.  We let the girls each make a bag of their favorites.  



They also have this 'personality analyer', if you will, that analyzes you and determines the kind of M&M that fits your personality.

Oddly, it was pretty much spot on with our personalities.  I went first, all excitedly, but I had the camera so there is no photo documentation of my analysis!

Here's little c....


Her mood is Dark Pink meaning "your laughter is infectious- share it with someone".  Pretty accurate about her fun personality!



Then it was Big C's opportunity...


She is a tad more serious and should probably laugh a little more, relax, have fun!!



And B-real, the skeptic, it took a long time for the analysis to be complete on him...


His color was dark blue -- 'you take things pretty seriously, but you can be seriously silly".  So true, so true.




The girls had fun at the big store!  Little c was hoping to pop into the Hershey's store next store but we decided one chocolate store in NYC was probably enough!

Horse Drawn Carriage Ride Through Central Park

I negotiated down the price of the infamous horse drawn carriage ride in NYC.




For future reference, it's not that hard.  Little c really wanted to do it but I reminded her that she should leave some activities for her next trip to the Big Apple.   I also told her it was expensive - $50 for a 25 minute ride around the park.  As we walked past the line up of horses, one driver asked if we were interested.  I replied "no" and he said "what if we can make a deal?".  I responded "Well then maybe.  How about $30 instead of $50".  He said "sure".  It was so easy!  And he was a great driver, telling the girls about the park where the Jesse show is filmed and about various movies that were shot or centered in Central Park.  The girls smiles were HUGE.




Our horse was named Prince and the highlight was definitely getting to feed him carrots at the end of our trip.






Looking back I am glad the stars aligned and we went because I have read the new Mayor of NYC has said he is going to end the carriage rides. I guess the animal rights folks don't care for how they are treated.




I think he liked me (see photo below).  The feeling was mutual!!




A Little More NYC - Favorites

We went to the Math Museum....






It really makes math fun for kids.  When we told B-real's coworkers we were going to the math museum they practically started making puking faces.  They thought it sounded like torture.  Isn't it sad that we have that emotion when it comes to math?