Feb. 18th, 2009 02:29 pm
cifarelli: (grammar)
I bought an Emsa Clip & Close to try using for Corwin's lunches at Mother's Day Out. It's a German product, and the instructions with it are in several different languages. Something got a bit lost in the English translation of this instruction: "The containers are not suitable for ovens, grills and stove burners or cooking eyes."

It hadn't quite occurred to me to cook eyes at all. :P I wonder if they mean something like "hot plates" or "Bunsen burners." The spanish translation is no help to me, as it says "placas de cocina" which roughly translates to "kitchen plates." Unless someone who speaks better Spanish than I do can tell me that's an idiom that my gringo self has missed.

Here's the German (missing an umlaut 'cause I am too lazy to figure out the alt-key combo to type it): "Fur Backofen, Grill und Kochfelder sind die Dosen nicht geeignet."
cifarelli: (Ember)
Hey Andrew -- you were right about the lead singer of The Dreaming (I finally looked at the album cover to find the band's name today) sounding like the singer for Stabbing Westward. It is in fact the same guy:
cifarelli: (Corwin)
So Corwin has a book (Are You My Mother? for those who have kids and thus might recognize it) on which the last page has a picture of a mama bird and baby bird sitting in their nest hugging. Whenever we get to this page in the book, he will lean over and lay his head on the page, like he is giving them a hug, too. It's just too cute for words.

That is all.

Flag query

May. 15th, 2008 08:26 pm
cifarelli: (Ember)
Does anyone know why some flags are being flown at half mast today?
cifarelli: (Ember)
I finally met an onion that could make me cry. :(
cifarelli: (Ember)
We had a Kirby Vacuum salesperson show up at our door yesterday evening. Andrew answered, and from the other room I heard the man ask, "Are your parents home?"

I am starting to get real tired of Barack Obama's campaign. We get a flier in the mail almost every day, and a phone call at least once a day. We've gotten two phone calls today. We probably won't vote in either primary since we don't have or want a party affiliation, and I am getting really tired of hearing from Mr. Obama's campaign. There is such a thing as overkill!

I watched Madonna's Truth or Dare movie last night on Fuse, as I had never seen it and it's something I've been vaguely curious about for ages now. It was either heavily edited or it wasn't nearly as risqué as I'd been led to believe. That or I'm just a lot less innocent than I was 15 years ago... ;) Fuse was having a Madonnathon weekend, and I caught most of the Who's That Girl? movie which was on before Truth or Dare. I had the Who's That Girl? soundtrack on tape as a kid, but had never seen that movie all the way through either. Was amazing how I could sing along with the songs as they came on in the movie even though I haven't heard them for years. Now I just need to manage to watch Desperately Seeking Susan one of these years...
cifarelli: (Ember)
The morning nap was a good thing for both of us.  I'm doing much better this afternoon, and Corwin hasn't been nearly as clingy and fussy.

The ice maker in our freezer is broken -- it won't STOP making ice.  The stop bar won't stay up if we put it in that position, and the big ol' pile of ice in the ice container pushing it up apparently also isn't triggering it to stop making ice.  So every time we pull out the top freezer tray, we get ice EVERYWHERE.  I'm getting really tired of picking up ice off the floor every time I need to get something from the freezer.  Looking online didn't turn up any useful information for this problem, so we'll be having a repairman out Wednesday morning. Yay for $60 diagnostic fees.

On a random tangent, I've been listening to one of the Joe Scruggs cds that Corwin got for Christmas.  It was published in 1984, and while the music is still good, some of the lyrics are surprisingly dated.  There' s a song on there called "Peanut Butter" that is all about how yummy peanut butter is. I bet that wouldn't go over very well these days when peanuts seem to be all but outlawed at schools and daycares due to allergy issues.  And there's another track called "Please don't bring your Tyrannosaurus Rex to Show and Tell" which has a verse admonishing the kid to "Please don't take your brontosaurus through the lunchroom line." My paleontologist friends tell me that there is no such thing as a "brontosaurus" any more.  It's a diplodocus, or an apatosaurus.  Apparently the creature formerly known as "brontosaurus" was really the same species as the apatosaurus and some scientists just mistakenly thought it was different.  You can read the wikipedia explanation here:
cifarelli: (Ember)
Did anyone know that Ace of Base did a cover of Bananarama's "Cruel Summer"?
cifarelli: (Ember)
So I got the following "case information questionnaire" from my insurance company with regard to my hospital stay when I gave birth to Corwin:

"[Insurance company] appreciates the cooperation of our members in providing information that ensures cost-effective health care benefit administration. Therefore, we have enclosed a case information quesetionnaire to help us determine if payment for the treatment we covered for the above-referenced patient may be the responsibility of another party.

We send this questionnaire to members who received benefits for treatment that could possibly be the result of an accident or work-related injury or illness..."

Someone please let me know in what universe childbirth is the result of an accident or work-related injury or illness? Are they asking if I slept with one of my coworkers in my office? Or snuck my hubby in after hours? :P

I have a boppy (a special curved nursing pillow for those not in the know) that was given to us as a hand-me-down that I have been using a lot when I nurse Corwin. It has a tag on it with the usual warnings about not leaving your baby unattended on the pillow or allowing him to sleep on it because he might suffocate. The absurd part is that this warning is prefaced with the statement: "Read before each use."

Now I understand that there are many stupid and/or irresponsible people in the world and that the warnings are necessary these days to keep the manufacturers from getting sued. But they don't even trust me to REMEMBER that I shouldn't leave my baby unattended on the pillow after I read it the firsr time?! *sigh* They expect me to read this silly label every time I use the pillow, including in the middle of the night when I'm not turning on any lights so as not to wake the baby any more than necessary? Ridiculous! Ah well, I guess their a$$es are covered. :P

My breast pump manual has a warning in it: "Do not use when sleeping or drowsy." I'm sorry...with a newborn baby, one is almost always drowsy, especially if one is a breastfeeding mom. When the heck am I supposed to pump if I'm not allowed to do so when drowsy? ;)
cifarelli: (Ember)
I've double-checked my math on the IRS Form, and I did in fact get all my numbers right the first time. Yay! Now I just need to finish adding up sales tax stuff for the claiming of that credit.

Anyone from Austin remember the K-NACK baby? I saw one of those bumper stickers driving to work this morning (in Houston!). Wow....nostalgia! ;)
cifarelli: (Ember)
There's a student here going around today on crutches wearing thong sandals with a 1-inch princess heel. That makes no sense to me -- if I were on crutches, I'd wear sensible shoes of some sort. But maybe that's just the librarian in me talking. ;)

Just got back from getting my lunch out of the break room. They're watching some talk show in there, of which today's topic is how to get more relaxation and romance in your life. Included in their list of things that make finding time for sex difficult were things like kids, work, and a mortgage. Kids, yes. Work, yes, but not nearly as much as kids (imho...since I don't actually have kids). A mortgage? Hell no. It takes no more time to write a mortgage check than it does to write a rent check. And I'm certainly not sitting around going "I don't know how I'm going to make my mortgage payment this month, I'm too stressed for sex!" And even if I were....I'd have the same problem if I were merely renting. So...having a roof over one's head that one has to pay for is a deterrent to sex? I'm not buying it.

Okie, I'm done nitpicking. Gonna eat my lunch now. :)
cifarelli: (Ember)
This bumper sticker amused me on my way in to work this morning. Which is good, since nothing else did; traffic sucked!

"Democrat women make great leaders. You're following one now."

Try not to focus so hard on the word "Democrat" (heck, substitute your adjective of choice, or delete the word altogether), and you'll see why it was amusing. :)
cifarelli: (Ember)
The bayou is back down to normal levels today. You wouldn't know it had been high yesterday except for a large deposit of sand with wave-looking imprints in it sitting on the sidewalk in one spot. It's a bright sunny day out.

Strange encounters
I was looking at a poetry web site (The Poetry Archive) that I was thinking of adding a link to from the library's web site. Then I glanced at the Terms & Conditions, and found the following:

"The Website is provided for the benefit of residents of the United Kingdom. If you are not a UK resident or do not agree to be bound by the Conditions, you may not use or access the Website and we will have the right to restrict or prevent your access to the Website."

I have no idea how they'd technically go about banning access by those not residents of the UK, but this is enough to prevent us from linking. I hope I don't get in trouble for having listened to several recordings and having poked around on the site fairly thoroughly before I read the Terms & Conditions! [/end sarcasm]

Having an odd combination of The Cruxshadows "Love and Hatred" and the traditional "Deck the Halls" stuck in one's head is very, well...odd. Be glad you're not here to be tormented by hearing me attempt to sing this!


Jul. 20th, 2005 05:19 pm
cifarelli: (Ember)
My Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince has arrived! Looks like Nancy might not be getting too much intelligible conversation out of me tonight. Too bad I can't call in sick to work tomorrow so I can spend the day reading. Unfortunately, there's a software demo at the main campus that I need to be at, since I'm one of the main people who would use said software if we decide to license it. Ah well.

In other news, I saw this license plate frame on my way home from work today: "My Doberman Pinscher is smarter than your honor student!" It made me giggle out loud, so I needed to share.
cifarelli: (Ember)
Remember that bumper sticker I saw a while back and couldn't figure out what it was referring to? Well, the mystery has been partially solved.

This morning as I was driving to work, I saw a little black Mazda Protege with a bumper sticker on the left side of the back bumper that said "The Theocracy is here" in large type and underneath I didn't really look closely at it until I noticed that on the right side of the back bumper was the same sticker I'd seen before:

Librarian, Pst.
[some URL I couldn't read because it was in an even smaller font than the rest]

I still couldn't read the url on the librarian sticker, but it was the same color and font as the "theocracy" sticker, so I figured they must be related.

Looked up and it is an independent film company located in Houston that is promoting its movie "After Twilight." Even after looking at the site fairly thoroughly, I still can't tell how librarians figure into this, but at least my curiosity is partially satisfied. I wonder if the people I'm seeing with the stickers work for the company or are in the movie or something.

Lunch and

Feb. 15th, 2005 01:37 pm
cifarelli: (Ember)
I just got back from having lunch with Carly downtown. We met at the Cafe Express that's just a little ways down Main Street from here; I had a nice walk there and back -- it's too pretty outside today to be worth paying for the train, and I need the exercise anyway.

As I was walking up to the main entry doors after lunch, I was reminded that I do in fact work at a university. There was a nicely dressed young woman (looked about my age, maybe a little younger), standing out there holding a sign. At first, I thought it was one of those "will work for food" type signs, though I couldn't figure out why someone that well-groomed would be holding such a sign. Then I got close enough to actually read the sign, and found myself at a total loss as to what to think. It was nicely done in marker on white posterboard with colored marijuana leaves drawn on it. And it said:

"Hookers for weed. A group for people like me who like short term relationships with rich men with weed."

cifarelli: (Ember)
This is a leftover thought from when I spent three hours watching TV Wednesday night. I actually paid enough attention to remember one of the commercials I saw, probably because their choice of music struck me as just wrong. It was a JCPenney commercial, trying to get people to shop there for Valentine's Day. The music they used? A slowed-down version of 99 Red Balloons, in English. The lyrics they used were:

You and I in a little toy shop
buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got
Set them free at the break of dawn
'Til one by one, they were gone
Floating in the summer sky
99 red balloons go by.

But that song was really about government paranoia in the face of the Cold War, and the disaster that could come from that. NOT a happy song at all, much less Valentine-y! I've pasted the full lyrics behind the cut, for those of you who don't remember them.

99 Red Balloons lyrics )

Is this just another example of me getting old and the "next generation" not having the same cultural references as I do?
cifarelli: (Ember)
Had an overall productive weekend. Friday night Andrew and I stayed home and played World of Warcraft like the lazy bums that we are, and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. Saturday afternoon I had to go to work, in spite of having myriad other things I would rather have been doing with my time. However, it turned out to be a rather uneventful shift (and slow, to boot!), and I picked up a really interesting little book off the "New Books" cart that sits next to the Reference Desk. It's called The M-Word and consists of several essays by prominent writers containing their thoughts on the gay marriage issue. There were a couple that I found really thought-provoking and that I may write more about at a later date if I can find the time. I ended up checking the book out so that I could read the rest of it, but I haven't actually done so yet.

Sautrday evening, Christi and David came over and we went to Carrabba's for dinner. We had vague plans to do something else afterward, but they had to be somewhere at 6:00 Sunday morning, so those got ditched since it was 9:45 by the time we got back to our house after dinner. Andrew and I went to bed shortly after they left; we've both been more tired than usual lately, and I don't feel like I've been sleeping all that well. Andrew ended up skipping the Cthulu LARP Saturday night/Sunday morning 'cause he didn't think being up for 24 hours would be a good idea given the general state of tiredness (and in his case, congestion) we've been in lately. Probably a wise decision.

Sunday we did laundry and other general housekeeping tasks. Andrew built one of our three new bookshelves and got it installed next to one of the old ones; now we only have two more to go. I suspect that the third one is going to be a doozy to get attached to the other three. Ah well...I trust that we'll get it done somehow. And then I get to re-arrange all the books on the bookshelves, and there should actually be SPACE left over for us to grow into. I know we'll eventually outgrow it (and possibly sooner than later), but as it is right now we're out of shelf space completely, and books were just getting piled on top of other books. Also last night Bob came over and did our taxes. We owe the IRS a small amount of money that will get paid when it gets a bit closer to April 15. Nice to have that out of the way, though, and to know that we don't have to cough up large sums of money like we have the past couple of years.

As I was driving to work this morning, I found myself repeatedly next to and just behind a small Mazda Protege with a bumper sticker on the back. The type on the sticker was pretty small, so I was having a hard time making out what exactly it said, but I think it said the following:

Librarian, Pst.
[some URL I couldn't read because it was in an even smaller font than the rest]

Anyone have any clue what that was about? Made no sense whatsoever to me, but being a librarian I'm rather curious.
cifarelli: (Ember)
I'm sleepy this morning. Ready to curl up and nap...except for that darn work thing preventing me from doing so. ;) Making things worse is the fact that as soon as the alarm went off this morning, I got a horrible cramp in my left calf. It relaxed pretty much as soon as Andrew put his hand on it, but it took me several seconds to get coherent enough to tell him about it, and another couple seconds for me to inform him that it was not my FOOT with the cramp, but my leg. And now that muscle is sore...stairs in particular are rather more painful than usual ;)

On my way to work this morning, I heard one of the djs say something to the effect of, "The high today will be 43. Yup, that's all we're going to get folks. It's 46 outside right now." And it didn't sound like he even realized what he had just said.

Tonight we're supposed to get together with friends for watching of the extended edition of the first Lord of the Rings movie. I'm waffling on whether or not I want to go; I'm already sleepy, and watching an extended edition will mean I end up being up at least an hour past my bedtime, and that's probably the minimum. Plus there's the fact that the Lord of the Rings movies don't thrill me as much as they thrill most of my geeky friends to begin with. I think my feeling about them is pretty much the same as my dad's about Titanic -- you already know what's going to happen at the end, so what's the point? *shrugs* I'm debating possibly sending Andrew on his own, or just taking Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell (yup, I'm still working on that one) with me so I can go sit in the living room and read if I get too bored with the movie. I guess we'll see what I feel up to after I get off work today.
cifarelli: (Ember)
Surfing the Hot Topic site tonight (in the process of updating my Christmas list), I came across the following non-leather genuine leather boots. I wish they'd make up their mind if they're leather or not! [Given the price, I'm pretty sure they're not genuine leather, but you'd never know it from reading the description...]
"These black non-leather boots feature a D-ring corset style front lace closure, strap and buckle detail at the top and a 1" sole with 4" heel. Genuine leather. Offered in women's sizes 6-11. By T.U.K."


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