Life in the Middle Age Lane

This year was a fun time at the Market.  So many people at this amazing event.  I swear I don't think the ballet ever has to perform and just make the money off this 5 day event. A few years ago I told my husband the men should tailgate outside and my friends and I  can call them to come pick up our packages and save us the hassle of caring bags around Reliant Center.  Well, it just so happen that my husband did not find it entertaining enough or to his benefit to take me up on my offer. However,  I did see a few ladies out there with food, beverages and gates up on their SUV's.  YES, they were actually tailgating!  I'm pretty sure what that lady is pouring isn't water. The one thing about the Market is that if you have a little girl you will absolutely go bananas over the outfits they have here.  So many adorable things. Another great year and one fabulous find of a rhinestone custom cowboy hat.

Sunday was moving day for my mom.  She has been at the same "Mature Living" apartments for the past 5 years, living within her apartment because the area was getting a little rough.  When she told me about the assaults going on in her complex, I thought this is ridiculous!  Why put yourself in harm's way.  So we moved her this Sunday into her new digs.  Which leads me to the shopping cart. My mom had boxes to move from her second floor apartment down to the moving truck.  (and in "Mexican talk" that is basically a pick up truck with a couple of hired hands to do the moving.)  But before the movers arrived, she had some holiday decorations she wanted me to take to our airplane hanger for storage.  Sure mom no problem.  Mom: Load the shopping cart to make it easier.  Me: What?! (embarrassed just like the time she took me to get my first bra and announced to the store, the entire store, that my boobies finally came in) It didn't help th...