Finally Getting a New Roof

Well, it looks like we’re finally going to get a new roof. They delivered the shingles today and if the weather holds the roofers should be here tomorrow to start tearing off the old one.

None too soon I might add. I was afraid I was going to have to find new roommates. If this is your first time here, I mentioned how our roof has been leaking for years in an earlier post, The Joy of Living in Abject Poverty and how difficult it's been to get Slumlord to do anything about it.

Just to give you an example, here’s a picture of the ceiling in my bedroom.


Here’s a picture of Starsky’s ceiling.


Speaking of Starsky, he’s currently outside with Hutch waiting for the pigs to fly over in close formation.

Six Word Meme

A while back I was tagged by Tori (radioactive girl) to come up with a six-word memoir.

After much thought and due diligence, here are the words that will undoubtedly be etched on Neumed’s tombstone…

Must have been dropped on head.

Finally Done With Finals

Well, I had my last final today.

I think I did pretty well. Which, as any student knows, is the kiss of death. But I’m not going to worry about that now.



Instead, I think I’m going to go sleep for a week.

The good news is that Mom says I can play on the Internet now.

Alfred, Do Your Homework!

Okay, it's no secret that my Alfred got into medical school due to a clerical error. And it’s also no secret that the entire faculty and staff over there at the Amish School of Medicine have made it their sworn duty to see that no living human ever be placed in harm’s way should he somehow miraculously manage to matriculate. (Try saying that five times in a row.)

Be that as it may, he seems to be holding his own for the moment.

So even though the sun has decided to make a rare appearance today, Neumed will continue to diligently surf the Internet hit the books studying the 1000 or so pages of notes he managed to scribble on the back of various napkins, fast food wrappers and any other readily available blank piece of paper.

So if he happens to show up over on your blog, be sure to give him a firm reprimand and send him straight home.

Thanks,
Neumed’s Mom

The Perfect Mother’s Day Gift

Decisions, decisions. Should I go with the usual gifts…

A carton of Camels?
Or a couple packs of Redman?
Or another bottle of Old Spice aftershave?
Or maybe a year’s supply of ProActiv Solution?

Or then again, perhaps I should splurge on a quart of Jack Daniels?

Nah…

I guess I could always renew her subscription to Guns and Ammo.

What’d you get your Mom?

How was your day?

My brain is fried.
I need a haircut.
My sock has a hole in the toe.
The roof still leaks.
I don't know what to get Mom for Mother's Day.
Blogger seems to be on the fritz.
I have BO.
I should go run...

I think I'll just take a nap...

So, how was your day?

Introducing Starsky and Hutch

I believe I’ve mentioned in previous posts that I currently have two roommates. They probably wouldn’t appreciate my using their real names on the Internet, so I’m going to refer to them simply as Starsky and Hutch.


This didn’t take too much thinking on my part. I secretly nicknamed them the first time I met them.

Hutch is of average height and blond. He is the better looking of the two though that isn’t saying much and he’s the quiet reserved one of the pair.




Starsky is shorter than Hutch and dark-haired. He’s very outgoing and makes friends easily. To say that he’s butt ugly would be a kindness. In fact, he’s so ugly that clowns are afraid of him.

I’m kidding; of course, the truth is he is strikingly handsome. So much so that he could probably be a model or an actor if he chose to go that route. People often remark that he looks like a young Tom Cruise although I have to disagree. Except for the hair, I don’t think he looks anything like Cruise.

(He doesn’t see the resemblance, either.)

Both of my roommates are very musically oriented. I can’t carry a tune to save my life, but both of these guys can sing. However, Hutch is the real musician of the two. He not only sings, but also is a songwriter and plays piano and drums. One of the reasons he moved in with me was so he’d have a place for his drum set. Before they were living in a small apartment and he had to leave them at home.

Both of them are outdoorsmen and love hunting, fishing and camping. I on the other hand can take it or leave it. I’ve done my fair share of playing woodsman over the years, but living with these guys reminds me of summer camp when I was ten, minus the basket weaving and leather crafts.

When I have more time, I promise to recount a few of our more colorful exploits.

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Photo Credits: Photos courtesy of the real Starsky and Hutch, Paul Michael Glaser and David Soul from the 1970’s television series.

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