Born in the Tundra of Minnesota, I have since become a bit of a Gypsy. Currently calling home base the hot sands of Arizona, I do still travel often. Whether the journey is a physical one, or one taken by reading a fantastic book it doesn't matter, the fun is always in the adventure. As always I am an eclectic person that likes a wide array of things and has many passions. Creating, advocating for animals and Mothering just to name a few.


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Jul
17
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Alright I have had a stressful week this week, don’t we all have those once in a while. That is however, not what I am going to be posting about. I am just my mind is boggled at the fact that in the United States there has been another shooting with multiple people dead.

This time United States Marines.

Now it is terrible when anyone dies, anyone that is killed in a violent way should not have to die that way.

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4 Marines dead because why? I just why because your feelings were hurt? You do know you just proved anyone who ever gave you trouble about being of middle eastern origin (not that I agree with that I don’t) but you just gave them validation. What did these Marines, these people who were just going about their day in Tennessee ever do to you?

What has our world really come to?

All I want to do is wrap my kids up in bubble wrap, build a bullet proof wall around my house with roof and never go out again. People are just going CRAZY.

This quote from a ABC article sums it up pretty well.

“While we expect our Sailors and Marines to go into harm’s way, and they do so without hesitation, an attack at home, in our community, is insidious and unfathomable,” Mabus added.

I just..

There are no words. I know this post is error filled and I don’t care my brain hurts. My heart hurts and my soul hurts.

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