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.
http://www.10news.com/news/9800305/detail.html?rss=sand&psp=news
"A new program inside downtown San Diego’s Central Jail targets immigrants arrested for crimes. The program is called the Criminal Alien Program.
Agents with Immigration and Customs Enforcement, a division of the Department of Homeland Security, screen people who have been arrested to identify anyone foreign born. Illegal immigrants can be deported, along with legal residents or visa holders who commit a serious crime.
Last month alone, the program identified 381 deportable immigrants locked up for a broad range of crimes.
"Whether it be drunk in public, driving under the influence, to more severe crimes, burglary or armed robbery," said Lt. Mark Hays of the San Diego County Sheriff’s Department.
The immigration department was already screening in state and federal prisons, and in the courts."
"By next year, the number of agents working in the program will double.
Magee, who supervises the program in San Diego, was just promoted and is moving to Washington, D.C. to launch the Criminal Alien Program in jails nationwide.
In the last 11 months alone, more than 29,000 people have been deported from San Diego County.
According to ICE, of those deported, more than 8,700 people were criminals."
OK, if they are turning to deport the 302,000 illegals Homeland Security estimates will be in our jails and state prisons this year as well as those typically deported, that would be significant.
What do you think?
Great, they should be deported!
I’m graduating from Texas State University in three weeks. This summer my lease runs out. I’ll planning on living in Austin for a year or two to get some job experience. Can anyone suggest any decent neighborhoods to pursue. I’m looking for a location that’s affordable and in a tolerable environment. I’d like to clarify I’m not moving to Round Rock. If anyone mentions Round Rock, Pflugerville, or anywhere in Williamson County, don’t even bother. You’re wasting you’re time because it’s not gonna happen. I won’t be caught dead dwelling in that area; that I can promise you. Let me affirm that I won’t live anywhere in the entire State of Texas unless it’s in Travis, Hays, or Bexar Counties.
Someone answer damnit!
Real quick on the neighborhoods
East Austin – generally the rougher part of town
Downtown – awesome but expensive
http://www.squidoo.com/apartments-downtown-austin
Hyde Park – nice. North of Campus…probably worth checking out
http://www.squidoo.com/hydepark
Arboretum – nice. more like Dallas than Austin
http://www.squidoo.com/arboretumapartments
Far West – a student part of town away from Campus
Wells Branch – A central part of Austin. Suburban feel
http://www.squidoo.com/wellsbranchapartments
South Austin – I think you should check it out. Very Austin and you can get a place in almost any price range
This place has a map of apartments all over town…so you can get an idea of what you will pay in various parts of town
http://everythingaustinapartments.com/
Due to shortage and high rise in the San Diego county for hay, the ranch I board at is increasing board and looking to options of alfalfa pellets to stop the increase of board more.
I never feed my horses straight pellets before, so I am going to slowly begin to wean them. (I am wanting to put my 30 year old and 17 year old on pellets anyhow, so this is perfect timing actually. Those two loose weight easily due to age and high metabolism. My 8 year old holds weight extremly well, so I have to becareful about his portions.)
How much poundage of pellets do you feel should I feed per feeding per body weight? *yes, I will ask my vet too.
30 gelding: 1200. 17 Mare: 1,000. 8 gelding: about 1250.
Their diet changed abit as I just moved them down here on base from the mountains up North. They where on straight Alfalfa, now on Alfafa in mornings and bermuda at night. With our own supplement of 1 flake for lunch (for two older horses). The supplement flake will remain hay.
P.S has anyone bought from Cowboy Corral in Yucca Valley, California?
http://www.cowboycorral101.com/products/feed.htm
we were struggling down here in Australia as well. No feed in the paddocks and the hay prices were astronomical.! I have always feed my horses grain as well as lucerne/oaten/grass hay. I have a 16y/o Arab and 11y/o Appi mare. They keep weight extremely well. I use 5 cups of chaff, 2 cups of lucerne chaff, 2 cups of mitavite (pallets) and 1 cup of completo (grain corn,oates,and plenty more). This would happen daily to replace all the nutrients lost from grazing. But also keep in mind that it can cause colic if you only feed grain. We would offer them a biscuit of grass/oaten/rye hay as well. My horses are fat as pigs. I am now building it into muscle with lots of mountain riding. We have very different terminology for our feed down here. I think your flakes are our biscuits. Good luck.
For my best friends birthday, (March 31) i want to take him to a concert. My main choice is the Colin Hay show at the Broad Stage in Santa Monica on the 22nd but it is sold out 
What are some other good shows in the South Orange County region that are either at the end of march/beginning of april? He likes Five for Fighting, John Mayer, Colin Hay, Dave Matthews, and of these types. Suggestions, thanks!
LA Weekly is a great resource for concert info, and I’ve posted the link below along with the LA Times music guide.
These are the concerts around those dates that I’m hoping to check out, and maybe they’re ones your friend would like:
OK Go @ the House of Blues Anaheim on March 20.
Missy Higgins @ Orpheum in LA on March 21.
Cold War Kids @ at the Orpheum on March 27.
The Hotel Cafe is one of my absolute favorite venues, but they haven’t posted their late March / early April concerts yet, so I’d encourage you to keep checking their site for updates. I know for a fact that a really awesome local singer is going to be performing there in early April.
Coachella is mid-April. If you got him tickets for that, he’d probably officially declare you as the most awesome friend who ever lived. : )
Have fun!
Our 120 acre plot of land will be coming out of CRP this Fall in Ray country Missouri. The state currently pays CRP $65/acre for us not to do anything with 40 of the acres and it can be renewed for another 4 years. 50 acres is dense woods.
I’d like to explore some other possibilities of what to do with the land…all or some. I’m hoping to get a return of greater than $100/acre if possible.
The soil is Missouri soil grade 4-8.
I’d be open to various crops, hay, renting out for crops, hunting trips, etc but have no idea how much any of it would be worth and what the best types of crops would be for the type of soil, climate etc. My neighbor believes it’s only good for hay.
I don’t think you can get good advice for that on here. You should be talking to local farmers or a local soil conservation district.