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As in nuclear hot mess, this is me tonight.  I may or may not have been flagged down at Y12 by armed guards while trying to find my way to a fund-raiser for a crisis pregnancy center.  I am not pregnant or in crisis but after an hour of failed attempts from GPS, a call to my mama, and my new i-phone that I can’t really use yet-I was not really feeling like a gala but hell-bent to find it.  Then when I was waved over by a guard at a check point, I’m not sure if it was the monogram on my SUV or the tears of frustration in my eyes, but thank heavens I apparently did not look like a security threat.  Sweet, gun-toting patriot even let me do a U-turn and graciously pointed to the welcome center with a little grin.  I do love a patriot.