Houston, Bartlesville, Sabetha, Bern, Bartlesville, Houston, Port Arthur
Last Tuesday night I flew to Oklahoma for Thanksgiving. We saw family in Oklahoma and Kansas. Sunday night we were back in Houston, and since Monday night I've been back in Port Arthur working on the fire rebuild job. The Thanksgiving trip was great aside from me being sick the entire time. Thankfully, my mother-in-law is a nurse and my sister-in-law is a physician's assistant, so I was able to get some good medical attention and I'm almost back to 100%.
It was an embarrassing end to the regular season for the Horns. We choked away a chance at a second straight conference title and third straight BCS bowl game appearance. What a choke job. That's about all I have to say about that.
The past couple of days in Port Arthur have been pretty straight-forward. Yesterday I attended the normal Monday-Wednesday-Friday 1:00 construction meeting. Aside from that not much news to report, which happens to be good news. Today I spent much of the day checking over my calculation book from another job. Eventually my boss will be checking it over, so it's good to have some time to check it over myself first. In the book are all of my calculations (column base plates, anchor bolt design, column splice design, moment connection design, etc.), printouts from the model that I built, and the structural drawings that we are proposing to issue for construction. Late in the day I had to put on the nomex and hardhat and head out inside the plant to look at a few platforms and compare the damage I saw to some inspection reports that had been written on them.
I left the plant shortly before 6pm and headed for Beaumont. Instead of heading east on I-10 (which takes me to my hotel), I decided to head west towards Houston to see if there was anything done that way. To my delight, there is a Johnny Carino's, Waffle House, Pappadeaux, Cheddar's, and a Tinsletown Cinema. There are also some nice hotels down that way. Good to know. After I passed all of the establishments, I turned around and headed back towards my hotel. I stopped by a Walgreen's and picked up a copy of this month's Texas Monthly magazine.
After getting my magazine, I hit up Outback Steakhouse for dinner. I sat at the bar, watched the Horns play Texas Southern in basektball, and read about the gang problems in Houston. Written by Skip Hollandsworth, "You Don't Want to Know What We Do After Dark" is a gripping account of the out of control gang problem in Houston, and more specifically, in southwest Houston just minutes south of the Galleria.
The way the article reads, the gangs are really thriving in Houston, most notably the Southwest Cholos, La Primera, La Tercera Crips, Somos Pocos Pero Locos, and Mara Salvatrucha, or as it's more commonly called, MS-13. The additional presence of many hurricane Katrian evacuees from New Orleans has only added to the turf wars.
After dinner (bread, salad, hickory burger, one shiner), it was back to The Elegante. Don't get any crazy ideas....it's the name of my hotel.
Walking through the lobby, I look up to see a blonde lady sitting by the Christmas tree. She appears to be talking to someone and there appears to be a light on her face. As I get closer, I realize that the lady is being filmed and must be doing an interview. A closer look reveals to me that it's OU women's basketball coach Sherri Coale (forgive the spelling). She's wearing an OU pullover and as I pass by I hear her saying something to the effect of "I'm real proud with what we've been able to do...." Regardless, that was interesting, and it got even more interesting after I hollered "Hook 'em horns, Sherri." She gave me the horns down with both hands and the guy got it on film.
Ok, so I'm kidding about yelling hook 'em and her giving me the horns down. That would've made for some great blog material, though.
Currently, as of 9pm, I'm watching 8-mile. What a great movie. I'm a big Eminem fan. Do I agree with everything he says and does? No, obviously. But I do think he's amazing....a real lyrical genius. You go, B-Rabitt.
Well that's all for me for the night. Hopefully tomorrow night I'll be back home with my girls. I can't wait to hug my wife and hold my baby girl. That Lauren is such a sweetheart. Goodnight from Beaumont!
It was an embarrassing end to the regular season for the Horns. We choked away a chance at a second straight conference title and third straight BCS bowl game appearance. What a choke job. That's about all I have to say about that.
The past couple of days in Port Arthur have been pretty straight-forward. Yesterday I attended the normal Monday-Wednesday-Friday 1:00 construction meeting. Aside from that not much news to report, which happens to be good news. Today I spent much of the day checking over my calculation book from another job. Eventually my boss will be checking it over, so it's good to have some time to check it over myself first. In the book are all of my calculations (column base plates, anchor bolt design, column splice design, moment connection design, etc.), printouts from the model that I built, and the structural drawings that we are proposing to issue for construction. Late in the day I had to put on the nomex and hardhat and head out inside the plant to look at a few platforms and compare the damage I saw to some inspection reports that had been written on them.
I left the plant shortly before 6pm and headed for Beaumont. Instead of heading east on I-10 (which takes me to my hotel), I decided to head west towards Houston to see if there was anything done that way. To my delight, there is a Johnny Carino's, Waffle House, Pappadeaux, Cheddar's, and a Tinsletown Cinema. There are also some nice hotels down that way. Good to know. After I passed all of the establishments, I turned around and headed back towards my hotel. I stopped by a Walgreen's and picked up a copy of this month's Texas Monthly magazine.
After getting my magazine, I hit up Outback Steakhouse for dinner. I sat at the bar, watched the Horns play Texas Southern in basektball, and read about the gang problems in Houston. Written by Skip Hollandsworth, "You Don't Want to Know What We Do After Dark" is a gripping account of the out of control gang problem in Houston, and more specifically, in southwest Houston just minutes south of the Galleria.
The way the article reads, the gangs are really thriving in Houston, most notably the Southwest Cholos, La Primera, La Tercera Crips, Somos Pocos Pero Locos, and Mara Salvatrucha, or as it's more commonly called, MS-13. The additional presence of many hurricane Katrian evacuees from New Orleans has only added to the turf wars.
After dinner (bread, salad, hickory burger, one shiner), it was back to The Elegante. Don't get any crazy ideas....it's the name of my hotel.
Walking through the lobby, I look up to see a blonde lady sitting by the Christmas tree. She appears to be talking to someone and there appears to be a light on her face. As I get closer, I realize that the lady is being filmed and must be doing an interview. A closer look reveals to me that it's OU women's basketball coach Sherri Coale (forgive the spelling). She's wearing an OU pullover and as I pass by I hear her saying something to the effect of "I'm real proud with what we've been able to do...." Regardless, that was interesting, and it got even more interesting after I hollered "Hook 'em horns, Sherri." She gave me the horns down with both hands and the guy got it on film.
Ok, so I'm kidding about yelling hook 'em and her giving me the horns down. That would've made for some great blog material, though.
Currently, as of 9pm, I'm watching 8-mile. What a great movie. I'm a big Eminem fan. Do I agree with everything he says and does? No, obviously. But I do think he's amazing....a real lyrical genius. You go, B-Rabitt.
Well that's all for me for the night. Hopefully tomorrow night I'll be back home with my girls. I can't wait to hug my wife and hold my baby girl. That Lauren is such a sweetheart. Goodnight from Beaumont!
posted by lonestar hill country at 6:16 PM
1 Comments:
Here's something we totally disagree about. Eminem. What a douche bag. You can't really think he's any sort of genius can you?? He's a complete moron who makes a killing off of young teens who want to be a wanna-be gangster like he is. Em- Wake up my man, you're WHITE!!!! He is the exact equal to B-Rad in the movie "Malibu's Most Wanted". (there's some real classic lines in that one Matt, chek it out if you haven't seen it). He needs to realize that if he were to quit dressing all gang bangish and put a sweater vest on then he would be as hard as Clay Aiken.
OK off that loser for a minute; Sounds like a good story on the gangs in Houston. Keep the magazine and bring it with you to OKC next month. I'd like to read it.
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