Your Own Personal Jesus...or Jose.
I was watching "Flip This House" last night, it's a show about people purchasing rundown properties for cheap, spending some money to fix them up, then selling them for a huge profit. I'm interested in possibly doing the same, seeing how I really enjoy demolition, woodworking and interior decorating. The only problem would be trying to find a work crew similar to the ones I saw on the show. Mexicans, Mexicans and more Mexicans. Mexicans painting, Mexicans putting down tile, Mexicans doing the landscaping. Mind you, the show does not take place in Mexico, but in California, Nevada, Arizona, etc. Of course, the home owners were white and didn't seem to be doing much, except stand around with a cup of coffee in their hand and watch the progress.
It really got me thinking about immigration again. I was wondering what the percentage of Mexicans staying in the US forever is, compared to the ones who come here, work their asses off, make some good money, then move back to Mexico and live the rest of their lives as rich land owners. I read an article a couple of months ago about this little town in Mexico, modeled after a basic, classic, Norman Rockwell American town. The population is only 1500, but they are all Mexicans who worked a majority of their lives in the US, saved all their money, then moved back to Mexico, built whole towns with successful businesses, and built themselves huge mansions. This particular town was built 10 years ago and the citizens are now starting to feel a change in the economy. Many of them are considering coming back to the US for a few years, to make some more money they can take back home.
I know of this process first hand. David's family had a live-in maid for 25 years, from the time David was born until he left home and got married. Her name was Maria, she was the meanest woman I've ever met. In the 25 years she lived in the US, she never bothered to learn English and David's family never bothered to learn Spanish, so it was a miracle they could understand each other at all. Maria lived in the laundry room in the back of the house, with her own little bathroom. She had complete run of the house, from laundry to ironing, cooking, cleaning and taking care of David as he was growing up, since his mom and dad worked full time. She lived at the house Monday through Friday, then would go home to Mexico on the weekend. For the first 10 years, they paid her $50/week. After all, she was getting free room and board... She made about $2500 a year, $25,000 in 10 years. Then, she asked for a raise, saying David was a handful and she needed more money (keep in mind this was in the 70's) They started paying her $100/week. So let's see, 100 x 52 = $5200/year for 10 years = $52,000. In 1990, she said the cost of living was getting so high, she needed more money. 150 x 52 = $7300/year for 5 years = $36,500. She made about $115,000 in 25 years of work. It may seem like no money to most of us, but keep in mind Maria saved EVERY penny she made and also had additional income from cleaning houses for David's mother's friends during the week.
Maria retired in 1995, moved to Guaymas, Mexico, into a huge 6 bedroom mansion on the beach.. She also put 3 kids through college (one of which is a doctor) and took yearly vacations, sending David's family postcards from beautiful locales.
I was looking for the vacuum cleaner one day, and opened Maria's closet. In it, I found many bundles of cash, held together by rubber bands, holding thousands of dollars. This woman didn't eat, didn't purchase new clothes, didn't own a car, lived on nothing for 25 years and managed to keep all her money for her family. I have so much respect for her...Even if I think she was the meanest, craziest, rudest person I've ever known.
Totally off the subject, one night David and I walked in on a naked Maria. We had just come home from a night of debauchery, opened the door into the house, and found Maria, naked as the day she was born, standing in the hallway fiddling with the air conditioner. She screamed bloody murder, put her arms in the air and jumped up and down.
At the time, Maria was probably 70 years old.
I have never seen so much jiggling and hair in my life. Her pubic hair started somewhere in the middle part of her thighs and went all the way up past her navel. It looked like she was wearing hair shorts. Her boobs hung all the way down past her belly button, like couple of flat, long pancakes. She turned around to run into her room and I noticed she had hair ON her butt cheeks. Can you picture CHAKA from Land of the Lost? Yeah, pretty much like that. It's been 16 years, and I can still close my eyes and see her perfectly.
The moral of this story??? No matter how poor, mean, hairy and ugly you are, if you persist and make sacrifices, you can be successful and rich. Even if you are a Mexican.
It really got me thinking about immigration again. I was wondering what the percentage of Mexicans staying in the US forever is, compared to the ones who come here, work their asses off, make some good money, then move back to Mexico and live the rest of their lives as rich land owners. I read an article a couple of months ago about this little town in Mexico, modeled after a basic, classic, Norman Rockwell American town. The population is only 1500, but they are all Mexicans who worked a majority of their lives in the US, saved all their money, then moved back to Mexico, built whole towns with successful businesses, and built themselves huge mansions. This particular town was built 10 years ago and the citizens are now starting to feel a change in the economy. Many of them are considering coming back to the US for a few years, to make some more money they can take back home.
I know of this process first hand. David's family had a live-in maid for 25 years, from the time David was born until he left home and got married. Her name was Maria, she was the meanest woman I've ever met. In the 25 years she lived in the US, she never bothered to learn English and David's family never bothered to learn Spanish, so it was a miracle they could understand each other at all. Maria lived in the laundry room in the back of the house, with her own little bathroom. She had complete run of the house, from laundry to ironing, cooking, cleaning and taking care of David as he was growing up, since his mom and dad worked full time. She lived at the house Monday through Friday, then would go home to Mexico on the weekend. For the first 10 years, they paid her $50/week. After all, she was getting free room and board... She made about $2500 a year, $25,000 in 10 years. Then, she asked for a raise, saying David was a handful and she needed more money (keep in mind this was in the 70's) They started paying her $100/week. So let's see, 100 x 52 = $5200/year for 10 years = $52,000. In 1990, she said the cost of living was getting so high, she needed more money. 150 x 52 = $7300/year for 5 years = $36,500. She made about $115,000 in 25 years of work. It may seem like no money to most of us, but keep in mind Maria saved EVERY penny she made and also had additional income from cleaning houses for David's mother's friends during the week.
Maria retired in 1995, moved to Guaymas, Mexico, into a huge 6 bedroom mansion on the beach.. She also put 3 kids through college (one of which is a doctor) and took yearly vacations, sending David's family postcards from beautiful locales.
I was looking for the vacuum cleaner one day, and opened Maria's closet. In it, I found many bundles of cash, held together by rubber bands, holding thousands of dollars. This woman didn't eat, didn't purchase new clothes, didn't own a car, lived on nothing for 25 years and managed to keep all her money for her family. I have so much respect for her...Even if I think she was the meanest, craziest, rudest person I've ever known.
Totally off the subject, one night David and I walked in on a naked Maria. We had just come home from a night of debauchery, opened the door into the house, and found Maria, naked as the day she was born, standing in the hallway fiddling with the air conditioner. She screamed bloody murder, put her arms in the air and jumped up and down.
At the time, Maria was probably 70 years old.
I have never seen so much jiggling and hair in my life. Her pubic hair started somewhere in the middle part of her thighs and went all the way up past her navel. It looked like she was wearing hair shorts. Her boobs hung all the way down past her belly button, like couple of flat, long pancakes. She turned around to run into her room and I noticed she had hair ON her butt cheeks. Can you picture CHAKA from Land of the Lost? Yeah, pretty much like that. It's been 16 years, and I can still close my eyes and see her perfectly.
The moral of this story??? No matter how poor, mean, hairy and ugly you are, if you persist and make sacrifices, you can be successful and rich. Even if you are a Mexican.
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