I was at work today when my colleague told me that he got a text message from a friend of his saying that there was a bombing at the Boston Marathon this afternoon at around 3 pm local time. When I got off work later and had called my sister-in-law, she told me about it too.
What is this world coming to when someone decides to bomb an area where there's a marathon? What is this world coming to when some hothead decides to shoot up a school or a movie theatre? I want to know. I just DO NOT UNDERSTAND!!!!
What's really sad is that one of the 2 fatalities was an eight year old child. :( I have a nephew who's just two years older than that and I don't even want to think about how I would feel if anything like that happened to him.
I'm more than just a bit scared, but then I remember the scripture: "Be still and know that I am God." I need to keep this in mind now. My thoughts and prayers are with the families of the victims.
Slan go foill...
Monday, April 15, 2013
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Why I don't want to live in Iowa ever again...
There are a ton of reasons why I don't want to live in Iowa again. Sure, I could handle going back to visit, but to live there? No.
Here are some of the reasons:
No mountains! It's so flat there, and after living in Utah for almost two years, I'm used to seeing the mountains outside my window, on my way to places, and elsewhere.
No job prospects. Especially in my hometown of Muscatine, there aren't a whole lot of job prospects.
The "cliquish" attitude of Muscatine and other towns like it in Iowa. I had to put up with it for over 30 years; people looking down on me and mine because of where we lived. We were the poor Mexicans from the south end of Muscatine. I watched my brother get passed over in sports because of it. I suffered through it myself in choir and drama club because of it. Why would I put myself through it again?
No spiritual support. Even though I love them, my family is not very supportive of me spiritually. With Mom gone, I no longer have that buffer of support from her, at least on this side of the veil. And even though I have no family here in Utah, my friends, especially those in the Midvale Union Fort 9th Branch, more than make up for it.
So, I'm going to do everything I can to make sure I can stay here in Utah for a good long time. I've gone from being an Iowan to being a Utahn at heart.
Slan go foill...
Here are some of the reasons:
No mountains! It's so flat there, and after living in Utah for almost two years, I'm used to seeing the mountains outside my window, on my way to places, and elsewhere.
No job prospects. Especially in my hometown of Muscatine, there aren't a whole lot of job prospects.
The "cliquish" attitude of Muscatine and other towns like it in Iowa. I had to put up with it for over 30 years; people looking down on me and mine because of where we lived. We were the poor Mexicans from the south end of Muscatine. I watched my brother get passed over in sports because of it. I suffered through it myself in choir and drama club because of it. Why would I put myself through it again?
No spiritual support. Even though I love them, my family is not very supportive of me spiritually. With Mom gone, I no longer have that buffer of support from her, at least on this side of the veil. And even though I have no family here in Utah, my friends, especially those in the Midvale Union Fort 9th Branch, more than make up for it.
So, I'm going to do everything I can to make sure I can stay here in Utah for a good long time. I've gone from being an Iowan to being a Utahn at heart.
Slan go foill...
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