It seems that Houston is being demolished:
What can I say? I guess it has to be done.
Other than that, there's not so much going on around here. Mostly I've been taking pictures of these nice people:
I've been taking some flower pictures too, as usual:
And teaching school and stuff. Hope everyone has had a nice week so far!
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Daughter Goes On Special Blogging Assignment
I made a few references this summer to the Sweet Pea being out of town. When she got back, I was surprised to find out that...well...like mother like daughter! She had not only taken pictures just for Twipply Skwood, but was prepared to guest post:
Hello everyone out there in blog world! This is my only my second guest blog post ever, the first one being when I got a jellyfish sting on my arm when I was 12. I recently got back from the best summer trip ever in the whole world. It was called Ldor vDor, and for those of you who don’t speak Hebrew, that means generation to generation. My group went from pre-world war II settlements in Prague, Czech Republic, to touring concentration camps and ghettos in Poland, and finally to the beautiful Jewish homeland of Israel. The whole trip altogether was 5 full weeks. Five full weeks of 39 Jewish teenagers running around multiple airports with 4 counselors and a security guard (with a gun). I had a fantastic time and it was life changing and I learned about responsibility and whatnot.
Of course, as I was traveling through multiple countries, I kept an eye out for silly signs and foreign English fails for my mommy to use in her blog. Five weeks away from home and you would be surprised how many funny signs we came across. Especially in Poland.
In case anybody was wondering, it didn’t taste very good at all. Probably because it was Zartbitter.
We saw a random communist bus. I don’t know why.
In krakow, people fart on street signs
When we were leaving Poland to go to Israel, we had a 7 hour layover in Frankfurt airport. My group of friends wandered over to the bookstore to buy some foreign magazines to keep us entertained. At the store, we giggled at the names of towns to tour. This one pretty much speaks for itself.
Then we arrived in Israel. Israel is my favorite place in the whole world except for maybe my summer camp. Not only because it is the land of my ancestors and all historical, but also because in Israel, hummus is very convienient. You know you are in Israel when hummus comes in pudding cups at gas stations.
And last but not least, while we were touring Tel Aviv and learning about the city’s historical roots, we came across this sign.
Translation: 31 Penis street.
40 teenagers walking past this street made for a lot picture taking. We got a lot of stares from the locals, because in Israel, it means something totally different and completely appropriate.
I hope you enjoyed my silly Israel pictures. I have pretty and scenic and memorable ones too of course, but these are the ones I brought just for my mom's blog. I plan to go again next year and hope to bring you more!
Hello everyone out there in blog world! This is my only my second guest blog post ever, the first one being when I got a jellyfish sting on my arm when I was 12. I recently got back from the best summer trip ever in the whole world. It was called Ldor vDor, and for those of you who don’t speak Hebrew, that means generation to generation. My group went from pre-world war II settlements in Prague, Czech Republic, to touring concentration camps and ghettos in Poland, and finally to the beautiful Jewish homeland of Israel. The whole trip altogether was 5 full weeks. Five full weeks of 39 Jewish teenagers running around multiple airports with 4 counselors and a security guard (with a gun). I had a fantastic time and it was life changing and I learned about responsibility and whatnot.
Of course, as I was traveling through multiple countries, I kept an eye out for silly signs and foreign English fails for my mommy to use in her blog. Five weeks away from home and you would be surprised how many funny signs we came across. Especially in Poland.
In case anybody was wondering, it didn’t taste very good at all. Probably because it was Zartbitter.
We saw a random communist bus. I don’t know why.
In krakow, people fart on street signs
When we were leaving Poland to go to Israel, we had a 7 hour layover in Frankfurt airport. My group of friends wandered over to the bookstore to buy some foreign magazines to keep us entertained. At the store, we giggled at the names of towns to tour. This one pretty much speaks for itself.
Then we arrived in Israel. Israel is my favorite place in the whole world except for maybe my summer camp. Not only because it is the land of my ancestors and all historical, but also because in Israel, hummus is very convienient. You know you are in Israel when hummus comes in pudding cups at gas stations.
And last but not least, while we were touring Tel Aviv and learning about the city’s historical roots, we came across this sign.
Translation: 31 Penis street.
40 teenagers walking past this street made for a lot picture taking. We got a lot of stares from the locals, because in Israel, it means something totally different and completely appropriate.
I hope you enjoyed my silly Israel pictures. I have pretty and scenic and memorable ones too of course, but these are the ones I brought just for my mom's blog. I plan to go again next year and hope to bring you more!
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Monday, September 05, 2011
Texas is Exploding in Wildfires and Cookie Monster T-Shirts. And mattresses.
Hello blogging world! Contrary to all appearances, I haven't forgotten about you! It's just that school started. And also, I had to get the Sweet Pea an x-ray of her damaged-ligament wrist.
And we had to go see Robert Earl Keen
And we had to go camping and then the roads were closed so we couldn't get home without driving all over parts of Texas that we had never, ever seen (where for some unknown reason many adults were wearing Cookie Monster t-shirts).
And I had to take pictures of these mattresses littering the pavement:
This guy was upset that I took pictures. Then he told me he needed me to delete them and I was all, "Okay".
So I deleted two. But then I kept two. Because sorry, but when you throw mattresses all over the place, tourists are going to want to take pictures!
He should know that! He's a motel owner...or something. Anyway...aside from spending 27 hundred hours on the phone with the carbonite back up people (they're very nice), that's mostly what I've done.
Except for take this picture of a gummy chicken leg.
Because everyone needs one of those.
And we had to go see Robert Earl Keen
And we had to go camping and then the roads were closed so we couldn't get home without driving all over parts of Texas that we had never, ever seen (where for some unknown reason many adults were wearing Cookie Monster t-shirts).
And I had to take pictures of these mattresses littering the pavement:
This guy was upset that I took pictures. Then he told me he needed me to delete them and I was all, "Okay".
So I deleted two. But then I kept two. Because sorry, but when you throw mattresses all over the place, tourists are going to want to take pictures!
He should know that! He's a motel owner...or something. Anyway...aside from spending 27 hundred hours on the phone with the carbonite back up people (they're very nice), that's mostly what I've done.
Except for take this picture of a gummy chicken leg.
Because everyone needs one of those.
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