Friday, August 8, 2008

lady bugs

everytime i go for a smoke here in our Atlanta office i get bitten by these tiny bugs. interesting enough, i found out that it only bites females. unbelievable! sexual discrimination!!

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

da son of da boy

with all this news about the untimely demise of rudy "da boy" fernandez, my officemates said i look like teh one encircled, except kulot. hahaha. i personally dont think so...

Saturday, June 7, 2008

reading assignment

after-dinner conversation

Aaron (to Brian): I'm very excited to read this massive book I just got tonight
Diane: the bible?
Aaron: no, it's something called "How to Dominate and Overpower your wife"

hahaha. Thicker than the bible then

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Ode to Scratchy

For several months, we were haunted by the pitter-patter of little feet and scratchy noises emanating from the attic. We thus fondly referred to the unknown thing as Scratchy. Aaron, as landlord, called up the "Critter Catchers" to determine the nature of the problem (i.e raccoon, chipmunk, wolverine...) and through close examination of its excrement, they deduced the animal to be a squirrel.

For an extra $50-charge they would've caught the creature, but Aaron figured he could do it himself (of course). And he did successfully trap it: he blocked its passage to the outside resulting in its untimely demise right above our bedroom. (quite melodramatic and vengeful for a rodent)

When springtime came, the lengthened days saw to the thawing of the ice and to the decomposition of Scratchy's body as well; and the home that had once been cured of Scratchy's careless dance moves now endured the wrath of his rancid ghost.

Enter: the Fellowship, nay, the Order of the Dead Squirrel (move over ghostbusters). They are an elite force that would banish the odor of destruction and decay, literally.
(That's my husband on the left wearing my swimming goggles as part of his uniform)
Below: the grandmaster-catcher carrying top-of-the-line equipment


Victory: target exhumed


Scratchy: May you rest in peace, babe.

Writings on the Wall (A Welcome Home Tribute)

All but the orange were written and pasted by my "special" someone :)



from "Josh":

from Julissa:


from the "homeowners association":


from "Datta":


And the pièce de résistance:

Saturday, January 5, 2008

making tawad the diva

kakaiba. siya, slang managalog :)

diva: hi aaron
aaron: kamusta
diva: oks lang ba dyan?
aaron: ooh [oo]
aaron: hineko [hay nako]
aaron: wog mo akong pakelaman
diva: hahahaha
diva: i love it
diva: you're good
aaron: I'm getting better
aaron: I can say broom now and that's too expensive
aaron: mahal mashadow
diva: asan na ang inaanak ko pare?
aaron: we're working on it
aaron: I need someone to clean this house
aaron: and someone to mow the lawn
aaron: so she definitely needs to have a baby soon

diva: ako nalang ang yaya mo
aaron: yeah!!!!
aaron: we will pay you with kamaties
aaron: and patatas

aaron: and gattas
aaron: you'll be rich!
aaron: vegetable rich

diva: hahahahaha!
diva: wow

ommm

I came back to yoga class today, I did much better than day 1...
They'd asked us to close our eyes, relax and breathe deeply: I awoke to find the others in the perched egret position.

At least I didn't drool or meow in my sleep.