Isn't It Ironic

What a week! Tony and I are redoing all of the floors downstairs and between the dust, tile breaking, furniture everywhere, 6 month old and high maintenance dog it has been very eventful around here.

Many stories could probably be told from this past week, but my favorite was an unexpected visit from my brother's friend Steven.

Let me give you a little background...

Steven is white, a plumber, thinks he is Mexican, and ultra ghetto. It is the most interesting breed I have come across in a long time.

We had to shut off the gas in the house because we had to move the stove and dryer (which were placed in a very good spot- the backyard), so my brother called Steven over to replace something on the pipes. I won't go any further with explaining as I have no real idea what he did.

Tony and Chris ran an errand and during that time Steven, who likes to go by his last name Chandler, showed up.

I come downstairs to say hello and thank him for his help. He is chatting with my brother in law, in fluent spanish- still in his work clothes, has a can of beer that is nicely wrapped in a brown paper bag in one hand and a bag of pork rinds in the other.  His top button on his shirt is slightly open and you can see the large tattoo of his wife's name "ANGEL" written across his chest.

I laugh at the irony of this. Steven Chandler AKA white guy, is having a full conversation with my brother in law, while Jessica PEREZ AKA half mexican chick-has no real idea what is being said.

Chandler said he fixed what he needed to and was going to hang out and wait for my brother who would be home in just a few minutes. There was really no place to sit downstairs so he said he would just wait on the porch.

I am sure my neighbors were LOVING us this weekend. You see, we live in a neighborhood that sort of resembles the one on Desperate Housewives. Everyone has porches with rocking chairs, white picket fences, etc. I am pretty sure Tony and I are the only non-white people on the street. I often say I think the neighbors are asking each other "Why do you think the yard people are allowed to go in and out of that house?!?"

So now we have our appliances AND furniture in the backyard, making a ton of noise cutting wood and breaking tile and Chandler sitting out on my porch drinking beer and eating pork rinds. Nice!

We chat for a couple minutes before Chris gets here. I am asking him how his kiddos are, wife, work.
He is checking out the floor and asking about the remodeling we are doing. Then he tells me how nice everything looks. He said- "Jessica, you are like one of those white ladies with all of this nice stuff. Look at that kitchen, the tile! Aye- mirrrra. Everything looks purrrooo fancccyy."


I laughed so hard. It was one of the funniest, most eye opening moments I have had. Being told by a white guy, that I was like a fancy white lady, in a slang mexican accent.

And I thought I was confused about who I was...