Jenn Martinelli Blogging in Boston

Melissa and Jenn, Halloween 2006.

Oh, yes, I have dressed up. Melissa and I have a theme going again this year and because she made part of my costume this year, it's better than last year's. ;)

I'll post pictures as soon as we take a couple.

• Family Guy
• Simpsons
• American Dad
• South Park

Thanks for voting.

Oh no. No no no no. No skinny jeans please. Please.

People, these don't even look good on the models in your stupid ads! They look terrible on anybody who has any ass at all. And if someone has no ass at all... well, then they just don't look right anyway.

Please, in the name of all that is good in the world, just say no to skinny jeans. They are so very very terrible. They are almost as terrible as bell bottoms.

Check out his most recent wonderful illuminating comments about Michael J. Fox "faking" or "exaggerating" his illness.

I mean, what is wrong with somebody like Rush Limbaugh? Even if you think that you're right, why would you say it? What if you're wrong (which I'm assuming you are)? Do you know what a fucking jerk you look like? Do you not care? Aren't at least some of your listeners appalled at your making such just plain jerky statements?

Seriously you stupid ass-face, go crawl away somewhere and die, hopefully kind of slowly. I mean it.

...and I'm pretty healthy.

Could lose a few pounds, or more specifically, get in a little better shape (I don't care what the scale says, just would like to not get out of breath going up stairs and have a little muscle visible somewhere...)

But overall nothing to worry about. The doctor told me about how much calcium and Vitamin D I should be getting (helps you absorb calcium) and here's a tip everyone - don't take more than 500mg of calcium at a time because that's the most you can absorb at once, so you'll just pee the rest out.

Anyway, they did blood tests on me just because they didn't have any record of any in my medical history and there are some family things you might want to check my blood for like diabetes and high triglycerides.

So here are my results!:

Weight: 158 lbs
BMI: 25.5 Kg/m2 (normal 18.5 to 24.9) [losing 5-10 pounds would get me in range]
Total Cholesterol: 182 mg/dL (goal less than 200)
Triglycerides: 56 mg/dL (goal less than 150)
HDL (Good Cholesterol): 75 mg/dL (goal greater than 50)
LDL (Bad Cholesterol): 96 mg/dL (goal less than 100)

Hooray for me!

Great, now we apparently have recycling police on Beacon Hill?

Sunday night late we put out our garbage (don't worry trash nazis, it was after midnight) and some of it included old magazines.

During the night people went through the trash on the street (surprise - this never happens, right?) and for who knows what reason somebody took it upon him/herself to put a bunch of our magazines in a random blue recycling bin that someone had never brought back inside from last week (recycling is on Fridays).

Now this morning, Heather tells me some lady in some kind of uniform was going through the blue bin outside and asking Heather when our recycling day was. Heather said she didn't know because she didn't recycle. (Don't get on my case about this - that's a whole separate issue - not our fault.) Then the woman starting pulling out magazines and Heather saw they had our old address on them. The woman asked where 37 was and Heather just told her it was nowhere around there not wanting to say the magazines belonged to us in our current apartment because she didn't know what this lady was doing.

So then she says she thinks the woman pulled off an address label.

Fantastic, now do I have to worry about getting some kind of recyling police notice because somebody moved my trash around and did something inappropriate with it?

EVERYBODY LEAVE MY TRASH ALONE. Thanks.

Thank God I'm not the only person who finds everyone's complacency with the T searching bags disturbing.

Gary agrees and Jeff isn't a fan either.

Me and Billy just had it out with the crazy bitch who yells at people who take their dogs to the park on Phillips Street.

Here's what happened. It was just a few minutes ago, about 10:30pm. The park closes at 11pm. I took Billy there and he was happily sniffing the leaves when he got close to a back patio where someone's dog was outside. That dog came over and started barking and Billy starting barking back, for all of about 20 seconds. I grabbed him and pulled him away and he stopped barking at the same time that the other dog's owner was doing the same thing.

Then, I'm already taking Billy to leave the park and crazy lady opens her window and yells indignantly, "Get your dog out of the park before I call the police!"

Oh, I don't think so bitch.

"What are you going to call the police about?" I yell back.

She says, "There's a lot of barking and it's very late!"

I say, "They barked for about 20 seconds and have stopped now and it's not past park hours so go ahead and call the police, psycho!"

I'M SO MAD! Whatever you crazy bitch! Don't even think for one second that you get to be the boss of me! I only wish I knew your face so I could tell you off in the daylight at close range.

So this is official word to anybody who reads this who knows who that crazy bitch is. Tell her to mind her fucking business or move because she lives in a goddamn city and you've got to be fucking kidding me.

If you want peace and quiet move to fucking Ohio (though I'm pretty sure they have barking dogs there too).

This reminds me of when we lived in Somerville and had a neighbor who used to ask us to please remove the windchimes on our back porch because it disturbed the silence of their CITY APARTMENT.

Jenn like crepes. Crepes good. Jenn eat crepes.

So this is a silly picture of me from a while ago inhaling a crepe. I thought it was pretty funny so my readers might enjoy it.

Damn, these crepes are G-O-O-D.