Tomorrow I am told is supposed to be sunny and hot. Lets see if that holds true.
We may possibly head to the zoo which I have been so looking forward to.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Aggressive weather
Seems like my vacation has been put on a slow-pace because of the bad, rainy weather.
Tomorrow I am told is supposed to be sunny and hot. Lets see if that holds true.
We may possibly head to the zoo which I have been so looking forward to.
Tomorrow I am told is supposed to be sunny and hot. Lets see if that holds true.
We may possibly head to the zoo which I have been so looking forward to.
La Luz Del Mundo
Houston is also the city that has one of those La Luz Del Mundo churches. It originated in Guadalajara, Mexico.
Countries with congregations of La Luz del Mundo include: Australia, Israel, Russia, Cape Verde, Ghana, Equatorial Guinea, Cameroon, Ethiopia, Nigeria, Moldova, The Netherlands, Switzerland, Finland, Romania, Norway, United Kingdom, Italy, France, Portugal, Spain, Chile, Argentina, Paraguay, Brazil, Uruguay, Bolivia, Peru, Ecuador, Venezuela, Colombia, Cuba, Curaçao, Jamaica, Haiti, Puerto Rico, Dominican Republic, Panama, Costa Rica, Nicaragua, Honduras, El Salvador, Guatemala, Belize, Canada, United States, and Mexico.
It's an interesting building, oddly built in a strange neighborhood.
Countries with congregations of La Luz del Mundo include: Australia, Israel, Russia, Cape Verde, Ghana, Equatorial Guinea, Cameroon, Ethiopia, Nigeria, Moldova, The Netherlands, Switzerland, Finland, Romania, Norway, United Kingdom, Italy, France, Portugal, Spain, Chile, Argentina, Paraguay, Brazil, Uruguay, Bolivia, Peru, Ecuador, Venezuela, Colombia, Cuba, Curaçao, Jamaica, Haiti, Puerto Rico, Dominican Republic, Panama, Costa Rica, Nicaragua, Honduras, El Salvador, Guatemala, Belize, Canada, United States, and Mexico.
It's an interesting building, oddly built in a strange neighborhood.
H-town
Houston is the 6th largest metropolitan area in the U.S. with a population of 5.9 million. Our city has a population from various ethnic and religious backgrounds and a large and growing international community. Over 90 languages are spoken here.
The city has the third-largest Hispanic and third-largest Mexican population in the United States. It also has more Hispanic Americans than any other city in Texas.
It has a large gay community concentrated primarily in and around Neartown and Houston Heights. It is estimated that the Houston metropolitan area has the twelfth-largest number of lesbian, gay and bisexual individuals in the United States. With the election of Annise Parker in 2009, Houston became the largest city in the United States to have an openly gay mayor.
The city is home to the nation’s third largest concentration of consular offices, representing 86 countries.
It is also considered to be a politically divided city whose balance of power often sways between Republicans and Democrats. Much of the city's wealthier areas vote Republican, while the city's middle class, and minority areas vote Democrat. According to the 2005 Houston Area Survey, 68 percent of non-Hispanic whites in Harris County are declared or favor Republicans while 89 percent of non-Hispanic blacks in the area are declared or favor Democrats. About 62 percent Hispanics (of any race) in the area are declared or favor Democrats. The city has often been known to be the most politically diverse city in Texas, a state known for being unanimously conservative.
This Bayou City will always have my heart. 4-years I hope to come back.
The city has the third-largest Hispanic and third-largest Mexican population in the United States. It also has more Hispanic Americans than any other city in Texas.
It has a large gay community concentrated primarily in and around Neartown and Houston Heights. It is estimated that the Houston metropolitan area has the twelfth-largest number of lesbian, gay and bisexual individuals in the United States. With the election of Annise Parker in 2009, Houston became the largest city in the United States to have an openly gay mayor.
The city is home to the nation’s third largest concentration of consular offices, representing 86 countries.
It is also considered to be a politically divided city whose balance of power often sways between Republicans and Democrats. Much of the city's wealthier areas vote Republican, while the city's middle class, and minority areas vote Democrat. According to the 2005 Houston Area Survey, 68 percent of non-Hispanic whites in Harris County are declared or favor Republicans while 89 percent of non-Hispanic blacks in the area are declared or favor Democrats. About 62 percent Hispanics (of any race) in the area are declared or favor Democrats. The city has often been known to be the most politically diverse city in Texas, a state known for being unanimously conservative.
This Bayou City will always have my heart. 4-years I hope to come back.
Galveston Island, Texas
Galveston Island is a barrier island on the Texas Gulf coast in the United States, about 50 miles southeast of Houston.
The island is about 27 miles long and no more than 3 miles wide at its widest point. The island's main access point from the mainland is the Interstate Highway 45 causeway that crosses West Bay on the northeast side of the island. The far north end of the island is separated from the Bolivar Peninsula by Galveston Harbor, the entrance to Galveston Bay and the Houston Ship Channel. Ferry service is available between Galveston Island and the Bolivar Peninsula. The southern end of the island is separated from the mainland by San Luis Pass. The San Luis Pass-Vacek Toll Bridge connects the San Luis Pass Road on Galveston Island with the Bluewater Highway that leads south into the town of Surfside Beach.
Originally, Akokisa and Karankawa Indians lived and camped here. Some believe the island is where Álvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca and his party made a brief stop-over in November 1528, during his infamous Odyssey.
I have had many a weekend vacations here as a child, as well as, with my children.
The island is about 27 miles long and no more than 3 miles wide at its widest point. The island's main access point from the mainland is the Interstate Highway 45 causeway that crosses West Bay on the northeast side of the island. The far north end of the island is separated from the Bolivar Peninsula by Galveston Harbor, the entrance to Galveston Bay and the Houston Ship Channel. Ferry service is available between Galveston Island and the Bolivar Peninsula. The southern end of the island is separated from the mainland by San Luis Pass. The San Luis Pass-Vacek Toll Bridge connects the San Luis Pass Road on Galveston Island with the Bluewater Highway that leads south into the town of Surfside Beach.
Originally, Akokisa and Karankawa Indians lived and camped here. Some believe the island is where Álvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca and his party made a brief stop-over in November 1528, during his infamous Odyssey.
I have had many a weekend vacations here as a child, as well as, with my children.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Rode Hard And Put Up Wet.
At least that is how I feel on this 2nd day of being in Houston.
I can say that I am not good with jet-lag. Whew! Like right now. It's 3:21 in the morning. What am I doing up? I am sitting here drinking cold refreshing tea and eating Cheetoh Puffs. AND I don't think my sister-in-law would appreciate seeing orangy cheeto stains on her keyboard.
I had a long flight Tuesday. My first stop was in Frankfurt. I think I threw the check-in lady at the airport for a curve. She could not believe that I was traveling with only a back-pack... and then said that normally people would travel with several suitcases. I told her that I was okay with wearing only one pair of underwear, shirt and shorts for two weeks. That did not go down to well with her. :)
My first stop in Frankfurt was hectic. I did not know that it was a super, ginormous, scary large airport. With only an hour and 40 minutes to get to my gate, I think I had suffered several heart-attacks. Trying to get through security was a bitch and then I was reduced to a wee size when the German Customs' Officer gave me an icy stare. I thought to myself and said in child-like voice, "Mommy". Rammstein scares me.
By the time I made it to the plane, I was sweating from every possible area on my body. My shirt and make-up showed my true feelings. I was wedged between two American dudes who helped me dry up. They could not stop laughing at me. I think I was cracking too many jokes that you would say only to your close relatives. (Keld, you can only imagine how up-close and personal I can get with my jokes.) BUT, I managed to calm down. I think I downed four Bloody Mary's too. I slept almost through that 8 hr. trip. GOING THROUGH AMERICAN CUSTOMS IS A BITCH! I had to explain why I was living in Denmark, what kind of work I was doing there, why was I coming back to the U.S., and why was I traveling with only a back-pack. Then I was stopped by three airport police, who asked to see my passport. The same questions came up in conversation... and one made me open my back-pack to see what was inside.
When we landed in Boston, again with only 2 hrs. to get to my gate, after looking around for Continental, I finally focused on the sign and saw that I had to go to another terminal. On route and walking really fast, I got a really painful cramp. I am sure I looked like a freak, sweating bad, smeared make-up, and hopping/limping. I finally checked in. Security was slow and as usual, they were demeaning to the people.
It was almost a 4-hour trip to Houston. I was very happy when we landed. As I walked out of the gate, I stopped at Starbucks and got myself a small green tea frap... hopping to the exit and sipping my drink I smiled when the doors to the outside open and I felt the rush of Houston's humid air on my face.
Happy to be back home.
I can say that I am not good with jet-lag. Whew! Like right now. It's 3:21 in the morning. What am I doing up? I am sitting here drinking cold refreshing tea and eating Cheetoh Puffs. AND I don't think my sister-in-law would appreciate seeing orangy cheeto stains on her keyboard.
I had a long flight Tuesday. My first stop was in Frankfurt. I think I threw the check-in lady at the airport for a curve. She could not believe that I was traveling with only a back-pack... and then said that normally people would travel with several suitcases. I told her that I was okay with wearing only one pair of underwear, shirt and shorts for two weeks. That did not go down to well with her. :)
My first stop in Frankfurt was hectic. I did not know that it was a super, ginormous, scary large airport. With only an hour and 40 minutes to get to my gate, I think I had suffered several heart-attacks. Trying to get through security was a bitch and then I was reduced to a wee size when the German Customs' Officer gave me an icy stare. I thought to myself and said in child-like voice, "Mommy". Rammstein scares me.
By the time I made it to the plane, I was sweating from every possible area on my body. My shirt and make-up showed my true feelings. I was wedged between two American dudes who helped me dry up. They could not stop laughing at me. I think I was cracking too many jokes that you would say only to your close relatives. (Keld, you can only imagine how up-close and personal I can get with my jokes.) BUT, I managed to calm down. I think I downed four Bloody Mary's too. I slept almost through that 8 hr. trip. GOING THROUGH AMERICAN CUSTOMS IS A BITCH! I had to explain why I was living in Denmark, what kind of work I was doing there, why was I coming back to the U.S., and why was I traveling with only a back-pack. Then I was stopped by three airport police, who asked to see my passport. The same questions came up in conversation... and one made me open my back-pack to see what was inside.
When we landed in Boston, again with only 2 hrs. to get to my gate, after looking around for Continental, I finally focused on the sign and saw that I had to go to another terminal. On route and walking really fast, I got a really painful cramp. I am sure I looked like a freak, sweating bad, smeared make-up, and hopping/limping. I finally checked in. Security was slow and as usual, they were demeaning to the people.
It was almost a 4-hour trip to Houston. I was very happy when we landed. As I walked out of the gate, I stopped at Starbucks and got myself a small green tea frap... hopping to the exit and sipping my drink I smiled when the doors to the outside open and I felt the rush of Houston's humid air on my face.
Happy to be back home.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Houston bound
In a few more days I will be having a frozen margarita and cheese enchiladas with my brother. ;)
What the hell is wrong with the kids here?
My first day back to work, after being off for two months due to illness, the kids welcomed me with this little surprise.
I find it pretty interesting that when I had first reported it to my boss, he did not believe me. I remember him snickering and saying, "Øv!". (Maybe my explaining it to him in Danish was not impacting enough, I was clearly disgusted and pissed off.)
36 years of my life, I never recall having the urge to poo in the sink or to hold/touch it.
NEVER!!!!
I find it pretty interesting that when I had first reported it to my boss, he did not believe me. I remember him snickering and saying, "Øv!". (Maybe my explaining it to him in Danish was not impacting enough, I was clearly disgusted and pissed off.)
36 years of my life, I never recall having the urge to poo in the sink or to hold/touch it.
NEVER!!!!
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