the problem is

The only reason I even met my husband is because he had the nerve and the need to cross that bloody river from Juarez into El Paso. I thank him everyday for becoming an illegal alien in the U.S.

So now he's an immigration agent. The problem is that immigration is not just a branch of goverment. It's a business.

Immigration

In one of life's amazing ironies my husband recently got a job with the Mexican Immigration authority here. Government jobs are fucking hard to get in Mexico. You need connections normally. But this time they were hiring a bunch of agents at once so they actually advertised for some of the positions.

After all the hell that Immigration caused for him in the U.S. it's very strange for him to be working as an Immigration agent here. I think his experience with being an illegal and then a legal immigrant in the U.S. makes him over-qualified to work in the field of Immigration.

Frankly my dear...

I've been reading Heather Armstrong's blog Dooce. She's hot! And inspiring. Her frankness puts me at ease.