Jenn Martinelli Blogging in Boston

It's happened, I'm in love with shoes. The change of the seasons always makes this happen (any change in the seasons).

Whether it's casual boots, basic pumps, fancy stiletto boots or kicky party shoes, I'm in love with them.

Check out some recent favorites by clicking on the below pic.

The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good.

Samuel Johnson

Apparently on 60 Minutes (which Tivo recorded instead of The Amazing Race thanks to fucking football) Andy Rooney recommended taking a roll from a restaurant and shoving it in his pocket to have at breakfast the next morning. Hey, I give him credit for other things like taking the bus to and from Giants games instead of driving, etc., but seriously - shoving rolls in your pockets? Come on.

And Tivo! And Comcast! Can you fucking figure out how to schedule your programming appropriately so I don't keep missing 30 minutes or more of The Amazing Race?

The people in our apartment building are fucking hogs. They are supposedly adult enough to live on their own (read: the vast majority of the people in our building are undergrads) but they are incapable of any of the following:

1. Properly disposing of garbage
2. Properly modulating their voices in public areas
3. Not getting drunk at least 5 days out of the week
4. Not leaving coffee cups and beer bottles all over common areas of the building (see #1)
5. Understanding the difference between recyclables and non-recyclables (refer to #1)
6. Not smoking (this isn't a rule but I swear everyone besides me, Rob, and the elderly lady on our floor, smokes - gross)
7. Not being fucking hogs

I have long ago lost track of the number of times I have gone out to the alley behind our building to throw trash in the compactor only to find it overflowing not because it's full but because no one bothered to run it. (Note: all you have to do to run it is turn a key - the same key you use for your mailbox.) Not only do people not bother to compact the trash, they also very often don't bother to put the trash in the compactor, deciding instead to just toss it somewhere kind of in the general vicinity. I wonder if these same people also put their milk somewhere in the general vicinity of the fridge, then wonder why it spoils, and piss and shit in the general vicinity of their toilet and then wonder why their apartment reeks of human excrement.

Seriously, how do these people live their lives? Do they do laundry? Cook food? Wipe their own asses?

I'm so so so so so so so so tired of it. I, by the way, was never this helpless, oblivious, and terrible. I'm not imagining that. I was doing my own laundry when I was 10 and I'm pretty sure I always understand that garbage goes in the proper receptacle. Please, save me from the world of the dorm-like apartment building. There need to be apartments in this city that are not full of students and also not "luxury" buildings with concierge services that cost 2x as much as the aforementioned buildings overrun with students. I just want an apartment in good condition with a management company not run by lunatics and full of other normal people who are older than 19.

SIGH.

Happy Thanksgiving everybody!

I just want to let everyone know that Billy is in some fine form this weekend. First of all, he's been showing off for Brian all week, being really sweet to him, following him around adoringly, etc.

But earlier today when we came home after not being gone long at all, he randomly peed right by the front door inside our apartment.

Then a little while ago, shortly after Brian left to spend the night at a friend's, Billy did a whole pee parade, very shortly after going outside potty. He got up off his bed and started peeing and running around the livingroom. Pee everywhere!!! Then I dragged him outside again.

A short while later, he started hovering by the door so naturally, right outside... he did another pee parade in the hall near the stairs!

WTF, Billy? Are you mad that Brian left? Are you nervous because you heard he's flying home tomorrow and you love him so much you don't think you can stand it? (Billy routinely adores guests way more than his mommy and daddy.)

Chill out, monster!

Seriously. What the fuck?

I love this little song, by Loudon Wainwright. Just listening to it now on my iPod:

Passion Play

It's a wonder and it's a miracle it turned out this way
After all this time I'm yours and you're mine, we're together today
I was such a fool to be so afraid of that thing they call love
I forgot my fear we're standing here, what was I afraid of?

Can't quite get enough so we strut our stuff acting our lives away
Life's a tragedy and it's a comedy but it should be a passion play
We're off of the book we're gonna leap and not look and what happens now is unknown
Yes I caved but I feel saved - now I'm not alone

Everything is crazy, tell me something new
Ceases to amaze me I'm standing here with you

In the final act I know it's a fact that the curtain will fall
When the play is through I'll be next to you
We'll be takin' our curtain call
We're gonna hang up the costumes, take off the make up, shut the dressing room door
Then it's me and you 1 disguised as 2 and twice as good as before

Everybody's crazy, tell me something new
Ceases to amaze me I'm standing here with you

It's a wonder and it's a miracle it turned out this way
After all this time I'm yours and you're mine, we're together today
I was such a fool to be so afraid of that crazy thing called love
I forgot my fear we're standing here, what was I afraid of?
I forgot my fear we're standing here, what was I afraid of?

Doctors recently replaced a woman's trachea with a new one grown from her own stem cells, which is really cool, I think.