Numero 3.

Well, here's hoping that everyone had a fabulous mothers day. Special kudos to those that are "getting it done" here in Mexico.


For Mother's Day, I decided to "dress up" a little... meaning that instead of wearing jeans and tennis shoes with all the divots and pot holes in the roads and sidewalks here in Mexico, I figured I wouldn't be walking much. We planned on going over to MIL's house in Guanajuato and spend the day with her. So, I put on some nice shorts, a blouse, and some short brown heels... perfect for a little picnic. We arrived in the little pueblito around 2:30... scanning the area for florerias. COuldn't find real flowers! Who in their right mind would give their dear momma artificial flowers for mothers day? Apparently, quite a few. Hubby was getting frustrated. We parked the car and hoofed it to the central mercado...(wishing I had brought my box of tapabocas.)Ooohhh... the roads were tore up... the sidewalks had major fault lines. I took my time walking, while hubby rushed ahead. We found some flowers, payed the tab, and headed back. Now mind you, I'm fully sleeved... which in the U.S. isn't a big deal, and only a quick second glance in Guadalajara... but in this small town, Hubby and I are a freakin side show. So, we're walking back to the car and here comes a taxi with no intentions of stopping.... hubby yells, "hurry up!" and Little One and I book it across the street...only to have the heel of my shoe wedge it's way into a nice little crevice dead center. AAAaaahhh! My fat ass went down right in the middle of centro, in the middle of the street. I swear, I could hear crickets. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a bit... but I did hear Little One screech out at the top of his lungs...MOOoooooOOoommy!!!! He runs back INTO the street to save me from the savage taxistas. Happy Mothers Day to me. I'm getting old.