Televisions and Softballs

Oh, where to start.

We'll begin with the eyesore staring me in the face, thanks to CraigsList we got a new television. Forty-six inches of wide screen, picture in picture glory now take up a quarter of our living room. I can't believe we got it up the stairs let alone in our apartment. It's huge, standing almost to my shoulder in height and a full arm length or more in depth.

It started off with browsing. A big television was always the goal but more practically a purchase we would make after we moved, that is until we started seeing drool worthy ads for used big screens for under a hundred bucks. And then we saw it, the television that would soon be ours. Not only was the price (it was $125 or best offer, our best offer was $75 and the lady accepted it, really just trying to get rid of the damn thing for her son) doable but it was located right up the road.

We had to call around, needing someone with a pick-up if this were actually to happen. Sadly I had to settle for our last resort, my mom and her boyfriend. I was expecting dirty looks but ended up with indifference. Even introduced my mom to Hairy, someone she has heard me talk about for years now as the person who fixes our car and computer and basically her reaction was "yeah, uh huh." Typical mom. Anyway, my mom's boyfriend and the hubby managed to get that beast up into a truck, drive it home and then with the help of Hairy, up our rickety old stairs.

After my mom and her boyfriend left, we rolled the beast into the kitchen at laughed at it's sheer size, considerably bigger then the stove as they sat side by side. Now was the time to rearrange and make room. When we took told old television out and set it beside the new one, it looked like the new one had a baby. Jeeze. So to not keep you in suspense, we made it fit, our living room is considerably smaller now but we have a big screen television to show for it and let me tell you it's just awesome for video games.

Sad thing is, if all goes as planned, in the next couple months we will hopefully be moving and having to lug this damn television back down our flight and a half of rickety steps. I think having a living room big enough to fit this beast would make it worth it.

Ketchup is going to reap the benefits of this television more then the hubby and I, you know he will. The living room is his bedroom for goodness sakes. (Ketchup is actually out of town at the moment hanging out with some friends, he doesn't know the sheer bulk of the television yet. Two days in a row I woke up to Ketchup playing video games. Does he not understand why I take my controller in my room with me? It's so I can play during that little window of time that the hubby is still asleep but I don't feel like socializing with Ketchup yet. So as I sat in our room bored as hell, the hubby snoring beside me and Ketchup playing away as if he wasn't hogging the living room, television and XBox. After a couple of hours of this I finally am capable of waking up the hubby and we migrate out into the living room where the hubby takes over the video game before switching it back to the satellite setting. Didn't I say I wanted to play? I should actually be taking advantage of Ketchup's absence and play on this big screen before he spoils it, but instead I am here blogging, and don't you love me for it?

On the gossip front, it looks like Hairy and Prissy ARE still together. He brought her by last night after a four hour unsuccessful wait at the hospital. Prissy was beaned in the face with a softball at a company softball game. Apparently her nose had become a faucet and blood was everywhere. She definitely looked a bit dazed and I bet by this morning the bruising will have set in. I hope she's okay, she probably should have stayed at the hospital until she was looked at and sleep probably wasn't the best option for her. She was hoping last night that the bruising would be enough to get her sent home from work today considering she is a receptionist and has to deal with people. I'm crossing my fingers and toes for her. By the way, they aren't soft so why do they call them softballs?

Tall stopped by for about two minutes yesterday to view our new television. Bastard. After forever trying to get us to go to the bar, and us finally breaking down and going and inviting him, he doesn't go to the bar anymore. Too expensive. Funny coming from someone who doesn't pay rent and lives with his mom. What's even funnier is that's exactly what we told him as for the reason we didn't go to the bar in the first place. We told him he could hang out here for free. He said he knows. Let's see how long it takes him to come by then. I am getting irritated. While we were gone he hung out with Hairy and Ketchup on what sounds like more then one occasion, as well as hung out with Li'l Mama and Sassy. But it's like pulling teeth to get one of our best friends, our number one MySpace friend, to give us the time of day. Tall, you suck.

I keep saying we need more friends, I think it's more a matter of improving the quality of the friendships with the few friends we already have. I am open to any tips because I just seem to be coming up empty. Maybe this is part of the reverse SAD thing, one of the symptoms is increased need for social interaction. Wait, I think that's a year round thing for me, so never mind.

We got our "economic stimulus check" in the mail yesterday. That amount that I was just unwilling to believe would show up printed on a check from Bush, did. Unless we screw ourselves again like we did with the payoff from the guy hitting our car, we will be moving in the next couple months. I can't tell you how awesome it would be if we get into this little complex up the road, it has everything I want. Washer and dryer hook-ups, a dishwasher, one and a half baths, extra closets and bigger rooms, and at a nifty price tag only fifty dollars a month more then our now increased rent. Come on rental gods, I need your help here. With this new television, we pretty much need to get out of here before winter. Not only is the beast blocking the heater but there is now officially no way I can squeeze a Christmas tree in here unless I wanted to hang it from the ceiling and I have a feeling the star will have trouble staying in place.

Today's plans consist of pretty much nothing at all. Video games, weed and later alcohol. Would you believe I have developed a taste for whiskey? How manly of me considering the hubby still prefers our "Sunny Screw" over a whisky and coke.

Remind me I have to vacuum today, after all that rearranging last night we stirred up a lot of dust. Oh yeah, and laundry, getting some laundry done would be nice. I also got a little lantern from Big Lots that I rigged up with some lights that I want to put out on the deck since it's summer and going out there is a little more of an option without the fear of freezing toes or any other appendage.

For now I'm off to enjoy the last few hours of alone time with the hubby before Ketchup gets home. I'm sure I'll have some interesting things to talk about eventually but as I may have mentioned before, I'm boring, ha!