Thursday, January 20, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Not everything in Mexico is cheap, as many goods are still imported and in spite of NAFTA, the import taxes plus the IVA (a value added tax of 16%) make many purchases painful (toys, clothes, appliances, many imported food items, etc.). Gyms tend to work on exclusivity, in a country-clubish sort of way, with a sometimes significant fee paid up front and then not so cheap monthly dues to keep the riffraff out. The last time I belonged to a gym was while doing my research in Cancun, and I believe I talked them into halving the initial fee to a couple of hundred bucks and then paid a good hundred or so per month (I was pregnant and not about to work out outside in July there with temps in the 90s with matching humidity, so give me a break on the self-indulgence). So imagine my delight when I found a neighborhood pilates reformer studio, meaning the fancy machines not just mat work, where I can take a month of classes, five days a week, for about a hundred bucks. I just checked the Arlington pilates studio where some friends and I contemplated trying it out while the hubbies were in DC for training, only to find that a similar package of classes would run close to two Gs. I'm not sure I'm going to be able to walk tomorrow after today's class, but I think that's what it's going to take to get me back in shape, with the added benefit of not paying something like a house mortgage to attain such a goal.
Monday, January 10, 2011
It's been days of celebration for Ruby's birthday this year. We started with presents before breakfast, unwrapped at the speed of light and a special chicken dinner from Juanito's, one of our favorite local joints on her actual birthday. Iris was especially impressed with a crucial gift, some new undies, as the old ones had been provoking many a wedgie because they were too small. We called her princess of underwear for the rest of the morning.
Monday, January 3, 2011
This is Irie, as we see her from the vistas of grown up land. She's always reaching, inquisitive, affectionate and demanding. The nickname originated from her sis, but has been embraced and appropriated by Iris herself, who runs the halls announcing "Irieeeeee, Irieeee." If she's giving you the gesture seen here, the most common utterances accompanying it are "up-pi" for up please, or the eternal favorite, "moh," meaning more of whatever you may have in your hand, up your sleeve, or on your mind. She'll take it all, as what she really wants is just more of life in general. Now if only she would sleep a little better....