It's city living with Cows and Oil Rigs. That's right!
Cows next to WalMart. Yup!
It's oil rigs across from JoAnn Fabrics. It's true!
Even saw a coyote ... at WalMart. Really!
And a camel next to Home Depot. Honest!
God Bless Texas!
Showing posts with label big city. Show all posts
Showing posts with label big city. Show all posts
Monday, May 2, 2011
mooooo. moooo.
My view in Texas does not include highways or skyscrapers.
It's city living with Cows and Oil Rigs. That's right!
Cows next to WalMart. Yup!
It's oil rigs across from JoAnn Fabrics. It's true!
Even saw a coyote ... at WalMart. Really!
And a camel next to Home Depot. Honest!
God Bless Texas!
It's city living with Cows and Oil Rigs. That's right!
Cows next to WalMart. Yup!
It's oil rigs across from JoAnn Fabrics. It's true!
Even saw a coyote ... at WalMart. Really!
And a camel next to Home Depot. Honest!
God Bless Texas!
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
City lights
Big city lights?
OR
Small town lights?
OR
Winter Wonderland lights?
OR
I LOVE IT ALL !
Here's to a sparkly 2011 !
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Big cities
come with big crime. I am in a city that reminds me of a big, small town. Although there is a population of 700,073 -- it just doesn't feel that big. People who live here are all connected somehow. Somebody you meet always knows someone you know. Ironic. Coincidence. No, it's just a big, small town. We sit 40 miles to the west of another large city with 1.2 million people. Therefore, do the math, in a 60-mile radius there are 2 million people.
Crime seems to be striking -- close to home. The economy can be blamed. The life of hard-knocks can be given as an excuse. But with a President who is giving everything and more to the "entitled legal and illegal residents with no working chips on their shoulders" ... why commit crimes?
Because they CAN. And they CAN walk away without a single punishment.
I sit in my house, in this room...
I sit ONE-HALF mile equidistant away from TWO recent, unrelated, but very similar murders.
2,640 feet
880 yards
804.67 meters
February 19
To the west, an eighteen year old boy came home from work at lunchtime. He walked in on three boys robbing his home. They shot him, dead. This was a 'black on black' crime. It did not receive a lot of media attention. I am curious as to why it did not. The rumor on the street was that it was a 'drug deal gone bad'. But that is not the truth. The only drug deal gone bad was for the three murderers, they did not steal enough stuff to sell in order to have their own personal drug money.
March 23
I hear the helicopter circling overhead. It is 2:00 pm. I call my husband at work, "check the internet or news -- something is going on". He finds nothing.
To the east, a seventeen year old boy comes home from school at lunchtime. He was with his older sister. They walked in on two boys robbing their home. The sister fled. The boy was shot. Dead. Three laptops were stolen. Two fifteen year old boys caught and released to their mothers. No bail. No punishment. Just an arranged upcoming hearing. Another boy, possibly the driver/mentor, was held on bail because he was 24. He is out. He is now suing the city and police department because they have ruined his reputation. Who cares if he was in juvenile jail for five years already because he tried to poison his parents? Who cares if he was the fifteen year old murderers' mentor? Who cares if he supplied the ride? And the weapon? Who cares? He gets to settle for thousands of dollars out of court. They all walk!
Where is the justice?
Where is the honor?
Why are kids killing for a few bucks?
How much can you possibly get for three HOT laptops?
Kids are carrying guns.
The kids are not running. They will shoot you first.
A friend of mine, last year, her dad was shot and killed for the $5 dollar bill in his pocket.
Will I move?
Crime seems to be striking -- close to home. The economy can be blamed. The life of hard-knocks can be given as an excuse. But with a President who is giving everything and more to the "entitled legal and illegal residents with no working chips on their shoulders" ... why commit crimes?
Because they CAN. And they CAN walk away without a single punishment.
I sit in my house, in this room...
I sit ONE-HALF mile equidistant away from TWO recent, unrelated, but very similar murders.
2,640 feet
880 yards
804.67 meters
February 19
To the west, an eighteen year old boy came home from work at lunchtime. He walked in on three boys robbing his home. They shot him, dead. This was a 'black on black' crime. It did not receive a lot of media attention. I am curious as to why it did not. The rumor on the street was that it was a 'drug deal gone bad'. But that is not the truth. The only drug deal gone bad was for the three murderers, they did not steal enough stuff to sell in order to have their own personal drug money.
March 23
I hear the helicopter circling overhead. It is 2:00 pm. I call my husband at work, "check the internet or news -- something is going on". He finds nothing.
To the east, a seventeen year old boy comes home from school at lunchtime. He was with his older sister. They walked in on two boys robbing their home. The sister fled. The boy was shot. Dead. Three laptops were stolen. Two fifteen year old boys caught and released to their mothers. No bail. No punishment. Just an arranged upcoming hearing. Another boy, possibly the driver/mentor, was held on bail because he was 24. He is out. He is now suing the city and police department because they have ruined his reputation. Who cares if he was in juvenile jail for five years already because he tried to poison his parents? Who cares if he was the fifteen year old murderers' mentor? Who cares if he supplied the ride? And the weapon? Who cares? He gets to settle for thousands of dollars out of court. They all walk!
Where is the justice?
Where is the honor?
Why are kids killing for a few bucks?
How much can you possibly get for three HOT laptops?
Kids are carrying guns.
The kids are not running. They will shoot you first.
A friend of mine, last year, her dad was shot and killed for the $5 dollar bill in his pocket.
Will I move?
Saturday, May 9, 2009
One Cow Please!
We’re building a home (some day, like in 2019) on a two-acre lot in a small city, thirteen miles southwest of Fort Worth’s city limit.
I’m not even sure it is really considered a city. Perhaps, a town? A village? A municipal? Colony? Commune? Hamlet?
Population 726.
When my family moves there (upon completion of said home), we will increase the population (that is, if nobody happens to move out). I never dreamed I would reside in a town equivalent in size to Victoria’s Elementary School (student population is 720).
There is one stop light. Two major roads. One gas station (which, thankfully, has a supply of diet coke and an available restroom). And four gated neighborhoods. That is it!
The neighborhood covenant is written in drivel (much more boring than mine!). Minimum home square footage, blah blah, maximum number of buildings on property (only one shed or barn, ya’ll, not four), mailbox placement, garage placement, masonry façade, blah blah blah… And yet in small print – one farm animal, per acre, permitted.
I vote for a pot-bellied pig.
Victoria’s hoping for a horse.
Petra moos for a cow.
And husband – of course, just prefers the deer, wild turkey and scorpions that are pre-existing.
What about a goat? That would solve the mowing situation. I might trade my pot-bellied pig for a goat. OR, perhaps, I will just teach Petra how to bleat! [I should have bought that pig in Ho Chi Minh City for ten dollars. How I would have gotten the pig to Texas is another blog for another time.]
After perusing the fine print, I discover that we can own two farm animals (remember, one per acre)! I vote for the goat and pot-bellied pig! Maybe I'll win, after all, it is Mother's Day Weekend!
We visit our land each month. We blow bubbles, we run around, we receive cacti pokes, we inherit chiggers, we host bug bites, we swat bugs, we step in fire ant hills, we smuggle scorpions into Fort Worth, and we admire the Texas bluebonnets.
The bluebonnet sight in spring is worth all the other mishaps!
God Bless Texas and its Bluebonnets!
I’m not even sure it is really considered a city. Perhaps, a town? A village? A municipal? Colony? Commune? Hamlet?
Population 726.
When my family moves there (upon completion of said home), we will increase the population (that is, if nobody happens to move out). I never dreamed I would reside in a town equivalent in size to Victoria’s Elementary School (student population is 720).
There is one stop light. Two major roads. One gas station (which, thankfully, has a supply of diet coke and an available restroom). And four gated neighborhoods. That is it!
The neighborhood covenant is written in drivel (much more boring than mine!). Minimum home square footage, blah blah, maximum number of buildings on property (only one shed or barn, ya’ll, not four), mailbox placement, garage placement, masonry façade, blah blah blah… And yet in small print – one farm animal, per acre, permitted.
I vote for a pot-bellied pig.
Victoria’s hoping for a horse.
Petra moos for a cow.
And husband – of course, just prefers the deer, wild turkey and scorpions that are pre-existing.
What about a goat? That would solve the mowing situation. I might trade my pot-bellied pig for a goat. OR, perhaps, I will just teach Petra how to bleat! [I should have bought that pig in Ho Chi Minh City for ten dollars. How I would have gotten the pig to Texas is another blog for another time.]
After perusing the fine print, I discover that we can own two farm animals (remember, one per acre)! I vote for the goat and pot-bellied pig! Maybe I'll win, after all, it is Mother's Day Weekend!
We visit our land each month. We blow bubbles, we run around, we receive cacti pokes, we inherit chiggers, we host bug bites, we swat bugs, we step in fire ant hills, we smuggle scorpions into Fort Worth, and we admire the Texas bluebonnets.
The bluebonnet sight in spring is worth all the other mishaps!
God Bless Texas and its Bluebonnets!
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