A Surprisingly Sane Blog

Don’t get your nipples in a twist over that title, okay?

So maybe they’re not illegal immigrants, but hell, I live in Tucson.  You never know.

James and I suck at yard work.  Big time.  I mean, I’ve killed bamboo not once, but twice.  So, it should be no surprise that our yard was nothing to brag about.

I say “was” instead of “is” because two days ago, these guys in a van (part of some church ministry of sorts) rang our doorbell in search of freelance landscaping and yard work to do.  For a *very low* price, they would pull the weeds, prune the trees, and finish the rocks that were sitting in a pile in our driveway.

Dude, it was so worth it.  Our yard looks great!  Holy cow, those guys were really good!

If I wasn’t still in my silly striped nightgown, I’d go outside and take a picture.

(A, Miss-How-Does-Your-Garden-Grow, you’d be proud of us!)

Now, along the line of illegal immigration, I have to tell a slightly un-PC little story.

When James and I bought this house four years ago, our current dance room was flat-out hideous.  One of the previous owners had converted it from a garage into a den, but apparently unbeknownst to them, they forgot to finish it.  It was a half-ass job.  I guess no one ever told them, “Pssst… that room looks like shit“.

The floor was nothing but a slab of concrete with peeling blue paint.  The wall had this crappy hand-made entertainment-center-thing built into it.  Add that to the the dingy off-white paint, broken track lighting, and heinous sparkly popcorn ceiling, and you sort of get a picture of how bad this room really was.  To be honest, I think there was even dried snot on the walls.  Blech.

We hired this really nice guy to come do the ceiling.  After he removed the sparkly crap, he textured it for us.  He did a beautiful job.

Well, my sister-in-law and her ex-husband came by soon after that, and when the ex saw the the ceiling, he stared at for awhile, then said, “Wow.  This looks like it was done by a real Mexican.”

I was moderately horrified by the fact that he said that and nearly chucked a knife at him, but James came to the rescue and kind of stuttered, “Yeah, I guess he was.”

And the ex said, “Yeah, I know.  Those guys are amazing.  They just know how to do this kind of thing.  It turns out perfectly.  You couldn’t find a white guy to do that kind of quality work.”

You know, because the color of your skin determines how well you can remove popcorn ceilings *cough*.  Someone go track the ex down and slug him, okay?

But anyway, my original point was this:  I’m not sure whether there were a few illegal immigrants working on my yard or what, but they are coming out again today to do some more work for us.  Those guys did such a great job, and I’ll support anyone who is willing to work out in that hot sun if it means I don’t have to do it.

Throw stones, go for it.  I don’t see anyone else driving around the neighborhood and knocking on doors to pull weeds.  Hell, if they want the work, they are welcome.

Current Mood: Cool

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