Hays County

I have 2 mobile homes that I got for free, they were delivered, I didn’t receive any paperwork on them, I’ve been trying to contact the person but no reply, how do i get a title for them, they are older and on wheels with a ball hitch. Also one has no walls on the inside and I wanted it to store my hay and horse supplies, can I do that? Or do I need to get a permit to have them on my property, I live in San Bernardino County. They are single wides, over 10 years old. Not livable.

Where I live, the title is only used to move it down the highway. Once a mobile home has been put in place, the title is worthless unless you are going to move it again. I would call the Highway Patrol and License Bureau in your state.

i’m budgeting for county fair, as you may have read in my other question… anyway, i’m wondering what kinds of things you suggest i have for the show since i’ll be there for two, maybe 3, days straight (for my horse). i only have one water bucket, as the ones used at the barn belong to the barn, but i’ll bring my horse’s grain pan and grain scoop for feeding, plus we have a giant utility bucket from home depot in the garage… will that be enough? and i plan on bringing a wheelbarrow, and i’m thinking about investing in a stable fork as well. if i don’t buy my own i’ll borrow from the barn probably. i have one extra halter and lead rope, my sister is showing her horse as well so we’d share it, plus my horse’s showmanship halter and she has her showmanship halter as well. (so i think 5 halters and leads will be safe enough, don’t you?) we’re bringing hay bags and hay from the barn, is it an absolute necessity to have a bale bag to carry the hay in? we’ll have our first aid kit with us, with a human one in the car.

what other things do we need? this will be my first time at fair, i’m going with my 4-H club (and we’re the biggest club in the county so ill have lots of friends and help). any other tips? i need to figure out what i’ll need to buy in these next few months so i can budget.

thanks!

Label everything that is yours – Fairs are notorious for things to magically disappear.

For your grain, take plastic bags and pre bag your portions, so all you have to do is open the bag and dump. Hay storage you can use the 55gal contractor bags – again label your bag, your horse is used to his hay, and it all starts looking the same after a few days.

Does your horse do well drinking away from home – mine did not like the city water, and we had to bring water from home for the first day, and mix in the other water.

If your club does not have a barn duty schedule see about setting one up, that way you all get to enjoy the fair, someone is always at the barn, be sure you have a card with your emergency contact number to put on your stall, with your vets name and number as well.

Get your paperwork in order – does your county require a premise ID on your registration form? ours does now, be sure to get that from the barn owner, if needed

Reevaluate your vaccinations – do you need an influenza booster?

Those are a few of the not so obvious things I can think of at the moment….

i was wondering if 6:30AM would be a good time to go? (i don’t want it too dark if i have a rifle) and how my property is set up a shotgun isn’t a choice because a coyote isn’t going to come up to my house unless its about 1:00AM i don’t think my calling is right? I’ve never called one up but i have watched knight and hales video set that came with my call over and over again. I’ve shot a coyote dozens of times but they were chasing deer, roaming,on hay bales out in the pasture. Maybe i could ask a buddy of mine if i could go get his property clean because that’s where they come from all the time. Sorry that’s a mouthful Lol, (i live in Florida Hardee county) (It’s got the biggest deer population in the country) THANK YOU!!!!

Out here in the Utah Desert we deal with something slightly different. The best time for me to see them is usually an hour before dawn when the sky starts lightening up. I know several areas here around the red cliff and red rock mountains that they hold up in so calling them out is not a problem. Plenty of rabbits get hit on the road so come then they are always scavenging for the corpses. Only problem though is the Cougars tend to come out also and I’ve seen them before, when they are out the Coyote aren’t.

I’d just take the call slow, go to an area where you know they are but you aren’t hunting them. Try the various calls you can do and see if you get any kind of response. A blind and a decoy work great for this. When you find something that works (may take a couple days) then you have an idea of what you need to be doing.

Give me the dry desert over Florida any day, heh. Same Temperature, low humidity.

I am thinking of majoring in math and becoming a teacher but , from the research ive done there are noooo jobs in texas other than in kileen. Im looking for more of the travis or hays county area. Just wondering if there are any teachers out there who could shoot me some advice or if teachers are just in such high demand as they were?

Teaching jobs are hard to come by right now, but you have some time. Also, majoring in math will make you even more desirable. Good luck to you!

I have long known the first lines of this poem but would like to have the rest of it. "Clap hands for daddy coming down the wagon way, a pocket full of money and a cart load of hay". I believe it may refer to the early wagon ways used in the North East coal mines, specifically that which ran past George Stephenson’s cottage. I hope someone from the County can help fill out the blanks.

Discussion on a forum here about it – unfortunately from 2001.

http://newsarch.rootsweb.com/th/read/NORTHUMBRIA/2001-09/1001283589

I am doing research on the Velasquez’s from Bexar, Hays, Comal and Tom Green counties in Texas.

Hi!

For the ones in Nuevo Leon, you would go to the "Registro Civil" on the corner of Dr. Coss and Washington Streets in downtown Monterrey, capital of Nuevo Leon. For the ones in Coahuila, probably in Saltillo in the Registro Civil.

NUEVO LEON: DIRECCION DEL REGISTRO CIVIL DEL ESTADO
Washington No. 539 Ote. Edificio Elizondo, Planta Baja
Centro
Monterrey, N. L. CP 64000
Tel: (81) 8343-1780
http://www.nl.gob.mx/?P=d_reg_civil
https://egobierno.nl.gob.mx/egob/actas.php

COAHUILA: DIRECCION DEL REGISTRO CIVIL
Calle Miguel Hidalgo # 337 Nte. Zona Centro, Saltillo Coah, Mex.
C.P. 25000. Telefonos : (844) 4 12 46 20 (844) 4 14 87 98
http://www.e-mexico.gob.mx/wb2/eMex/eMex_a004_not994_digitaliza_co
http://www.registrocivilcoahuila.gob.mx/

If you write them, you might want to put it to the attention of:
"Departamento de Investigaciones", to prevent it fromgetting in the hands of someone who files and forgets it. First Class (airmail) Mail service is about 2 weeks from the US, plus response time. Nothing we can do about the mails though there is FedEx, UPS and DHL.

If you need further help on the ground, I might be able to help you.

Good Luck!

Can someone tell me if I wrote these sentences in active voice?
After a contentious debate, board members took a 15-minute break.

Analyst Sandra Richards worried about the repercussions of her whistle blowing.

Children witnessed the gruesome accident on their way to school.

After being given two years to live, Iowa’s Alice Campbell completed her second marathon last weekend.

Convicted murdered Jonathan Walters walked to the electric chair at 5 a.m. in the company of the warden.

Iowa’s state senate approved a lottery bill this morning.

The food program’s supply of bread had been eaten by mice early on Thanksgiving morning.

An ecstatic crowd congratulated the sprinters as they ran a victory lap.

After extended work delays county employees repaired a sink hole today.

Undermined by the teacher’s union, Sharp Elementary School Principal Ellen Hays said her school failed to meet state education requirements.

Yeah, they are all in active voice except for #7, which should read something like: Mice ate the the food supply program’s bread supply early on Thanksgiving morning.
#8 has a spelling/typo.
convicted murderer

now i know i’ve posted this before but i really want more feedback!

PROLOGUE-
“Sorry I’m la-“ a pistol was pointed straight at my face as I entered the crowded class room.
“Stay away from our son!” Mr. Holcomb shielded Daniel from my puzzled gaze.
“What’s going on?” I stared pleadingly at my classmates for answers, only receiving shameful gazes and fallen heads.
“We know what you are, Riley Anne. All of us do, and we want you to leave,” Daniel’s mother clutched her son without looking at me.
“Wha- What do you mean?” my stomach shriveled up to the size of a quarter and my knees buckled. Mrs. Holcomb pulled an old video cassette from her jacket pocket and released Daniel, slowly trudging towards the TV. On the screen, an image flickered. The video of our experiment with the professor in his office flashed across the ancient glass. It looked terrible.
“Who the hell gave you this!?” I slammed my hand on the desk, denting its hard black surface. Lucas slithered out of my bag and hovered silently, only inches from my head.
“We have a reliable source,” my teacher, Mr. Underwood, pulled the tape from the TV.

Chapter 1 – Party
It rained the whole car ride to Aunt Kathryn’s house. Everything about the cold, dark sky reminded me of my Aunt’s unwavering forbidding stares. I didn’t know why Daniel and I had been invited. Perhaps Aunt Kathryn needed to perfect her biting wit or had grown bored insulting the neighbors in muttered undertones behind a mendacious smile and lukewarm tea. If not for Daniel, who slept restlessly in the passenger seat as if he too felt the oppressive clouds bearing down on him as they drew nearer, I wouldn’t have even considered going.
The drive form Baltimore to Buda was unbearable. The landscape grew darker as we approached my Aunt’s house. Passing over the Hays county line, a cold sensation trickled down my spine, as if I were pursuing death itself.
“Whoa!” Daniel jerked forward in his seat, slapping his forehand on the window of my Xterra.
“We just passed the county line,” I warned him, glancing at a six car pile-up on the opposite road.
“Oh,” Daniel whispered hesitantly, rubbing his slightly bruised hand, “How much longer?”
“About ten minuets so get ready,” I took the exit leading through a maze of trees, fading the atmosphere to pitch black aside from the faint glow from my headlights.

“This is her house?” Daniel stared in disbelief at the un-kept lawn.
“It’s farther back, you dummy,” I giggled faintly at his assumption. The last giggle I would probably have for an eternity, or at least a week. Suddenly in the blackness of the lawn, a two dim porch lights flickered in the darkness. The silhouette of a petite figure leaped out one of the mahogany front doors. Racing towards us was my Aunt Kathryn’s daughter, Helen. I always loved to see Helen, especially when she visited without Aunt Kathryn. It was usually her that kept me from a spiraling depression during visits. Her blonde, curly hair bounced playfully in my face as she constricted me with her thin arms.
“Riley Anne! I’ve missed you so much! Come on! Come inside!” Helen pulled her silk baby blue night robe from the clutch of a dead rosebush inside the wrought iron gate, “Here, Daniel, let me help you.” Helen elevated our two massive suite cases in each arm, trudging up the wet grey stones. Auth Kathryn’s house was far too big for her pigmy self. There was an unoccupied second floor; the only exception was the bedroom. Below was a formal dining room gathering dust for twenty years, connected to a kitchen the size of a custom restaurant only used by Helen and the butler, Herbert. Finally there was a formal living room and a stunning tea room, commonly inhabited by the miniscule Aunt Kathryn herself.
“Allow me?” Herbert waited directly inside of the doors, prepared for anything we threw at him.
“Yeah, Herb. Take these to the two closest guest rooms, please,” our suit cases hit the tile with a massive THUMP! echoing for endlessly through the vancant halls.

I think you have a great way of describing things, I’d read it. I don’t quite get the prologue – who’s Lucas? And what is the connection between the prologue and the first chapter. Besides that, I could really feel what Riley Anne was feeling, could picture the aunt’s home. You have a good way of making the reader feel like they are there, with the characters in the story.

Please dont let this scare you away, it’s fast to read through.

PROLOGUE-
“Sorry I’m la-“ a pistol was pointed straight at my face as I entered the crowded class room.
“Stay away from our son!” Mr. Holcomb shielded Daniel from my puzzled gaze.
“What’s going on?” I stared pleadingly at my classmates for answers, only receiving shameful gazes and fallen heads.
“We know what you are, Riley Anne. All of us do, and we want you to leave,” Daniel’s mother clutched her son without looking at me.
“Wha- What do you mean?” my stomach shriveled up to the size of a quarter and my knees buckled. Mrs. Holcomb pulled an old video cassette from her jacket pocket and released Daniel, slowly trudging towards the TV. On the screen, an image flickered. The video of our experiment with the professor in his office flashed across the ancient glass. It looked terrible.
“Who the hell gave you this!?” I slammed my hand on the desk, denting its hard black surface. Lucas slithered out of my bag and hovered silently, only inches from my head.
“We have a reliable source,” my teacher, Mr. Underwood, pulled the tape from the TV.

Chapter 1 – Party
It rained the whole car ride to Aunt Kathryn’s house. Everything about the cold, dark sky reminded me of my Aunt’s unwavering forbidding stares. I didn’t know why Daniel and I had been invited. Perhaps Aunt Kathryn needed to perfect her biting wit or had grown bored insulting the neighbors in muttered undertones behind a mendacious smile and lukewarm tea. If not for Daniel, who slept restlessly in the passenger seat as if he too felt the oppressive clouds bearing down on him as they drew nearer, I wouldn’t have even considered going.
The drive form Baltimore to Buda was unbearable. The landscape grew darker as we approached my Aunt’s house. Passing over the Hays county line, a cold sensation trickled down my spine, as if I were pursuing death itself.
“Whoa!” Daniel jerked forward in his seat, slapping his forehand on the window of my Xterra.
“We just passed the county line,” I warned him, glancing at a six car pile-up on the opposite road.
“Oh,” Daniel whispered hesitantly, rubbing his slightly bruised hand, “How much longer?”
“About ten minuets so get ready,” I took the exit leading through a maze of trees, fading the atmosphere to pitch black aside from the faint glow from my headlights.

“This is her house?” Daniel stared in disbelief at the un-kept lawn.
“It’s farther back, you dummy,” I giggled faintly at his assumption. The last giggle I would probably have for an eternity, or at least a week. Suddenly in the blackness of the lawn, a two dim porch lights flickered in the darkness. The silhouette of a petite figure leaped out one of the mahogany front doors. Racing towards us was my Aunt Kathryn’s daughter, Helen. I always loved to see Helen, especially when she visited without Aunt Kathryn. It was usually her that kept me from a spiraling depression during visits. Her blonde, curly hair bounced playfully in my face as she constricted me with her thin arms.
“Riley Anne! I’ve missed you so much! Come on! Come inside!” Helen pulled her baby blue night robe from the clutch of a dead rosebush inside the wrought iron gate, “Here, Daniel, let me help you.” Helen elevated our two massive suite cases in each arm, trudging up the wet grey stones. Auth Kathryn’s house was far too big for her small self. There was an unoccupied second floor; the only exception was the bedroom. Below was a formal dining room gathering dust for twenty years connected to a kitchen the size of a small restaurant only used by Helen and the butler, Herbert. Finally there was a formal living room and a stunning tea room, inhabited by the small Aunt Kathryn herself.
“Allow me?” Herbert waited directly inside of the doors, prepared for anything we threw at him.
“Yeah, Herb. Take these to the two closest guest rooms, please,” our suit cases hit the tile with a massive THUMP!

Hahahah, well i am assuming you ill explain a little better later but your writing isn’t amazing, but okay ( I am not saying mine is :p) It is kinda interesting, i definitly liked it

good luck!

We’d need to replace all of the doors (4) & windows (15) because they have been vandalized. The decks & porches at all of the entryways also need repairs.And I think the roof may need to be redone, but can wait until the spring. The inside of the house looks great but I’m not sure what condition the furnace, septic or well are in because the house has been empty for more than a year. There’s also a 2 car garage & a pole barn that’s about 100X200, on the back of that there’s an addition with 6 horse stalls. Another barn that’s huge & has 13 stalls for horses. large area for tack & 2 separate mounds for hay & straw, but it needs a new roof badly, the doors need to be replaced & stalls need new wood as well. Farm on 11.5 acres in St. Clair County, Michigan.They want $115,000 but I’m thinking more like $85,000 & no more than $90,000 because of everything that is wrong, is offering that much under the asking price unreasonable.
It’s bank owned & I know that banks don’t like to own houses

First question, how long has the sellers been sitting on this property, are they in a hurry to sell? If they are desperate give them an offer of 89,999 if they accept when you have the appraisal done ask for the seller to give you credits, that will lower the purchase price buy whatever it is that needs to be repaired. Also this could be an important investment if you can fix it up and sell it even if you plan to live there for a while fix it up and sell for a profit. Ive flipped three pieces of real estate and all of them have been purchase significantly under asking price and have sold for over100% of my investmant. Good Luck.