Old school TV and rules

Part of my master suite make-over was getting rid of some furniture.  Simplifying.  That also included a 32 inch 90's big ass heavy TV.

This was quite the process.

Little did I know ... how much of a pain this would turn out to be.

First of all ... I had to get it out of the entertainment system it was in.  Seriously .. it probably weighed 200 lbs.  I had to have Jackson and three of his friends help me get it out.  Bonus - as my son gets older .. so do his friends ... and they also all get stronger.  We got it on the floor and I sent them on their way.

It was such a chore moving it that 3 feet .. it sat on my floor for another few days .. before I had more will and brain power to move it down the stairs.

More help from Jackson.  We got a blanket under the thing and carefully bounced it step by step until we hit the bottom (pretty hard).

Then I sat down and said thanks buddy.

He's like mom - c'mon.  You can't just leave it there for another week.  Let's get it out of the house and onto the curb for trash day tomorrow.

Nothing like a 14 year old to motivate you.

So onward.  On the blanket ... smooth sailing on the hardwoods.  Until we hit the door.  Which at that point we decided that rolling it end over end was probably our best bet.  We got half way across the yard and I fell on the ground hysterically laughing.  I am not sure why it was so funny.  But it was HILARIOUS right then.  Jackson wasn't seeing the humor.  Get up mom.  C'mon.

Right then my next door neighbor (whom I don't know .. yeah ... I'm super friendly meet and greet kind of person.  probably didn't help that he's the one I flipped off without knowing when he first moved in) pulls up. For some reason .. I just assumed he would come right over and help us.  Negative.  Walked right into his house.  A hole.  He must still be bitter ... the finger and all.

But never fear... a random car drove by and a couple of men got out and offered their help.  Then I REALLY started laughing.  Because just like that .. they picked that thing up and in less than 2 seconds it was on the curb. Okay then.

Next day.  Trash comes.  TV still there.  Uh - why didn't they take that?  Clearly ...they just didn't see it.  I left it out there for another week.  Again they didn't take it.  I was beginning to panic.  Then I did a little research.  Apparently it isn't legal to just dispose of a TV ... there's a special recycle place you have to take it.

ARE YOU JOKING???  It was ALL I could do to roll it across the yard .. much less get it into my car (which I'm sure it wouldn't even fit) to go dump it properly.

I was stumped for a few days.  And getting pissed every time I looked outside.  To it just sitting.  Ghetto'ing up the already ghetto neighborhood.  Going no where.  Now what?

The boys shot it up some with an airsoft gun.  Beat it.  Jumped on it. Contributing to the ghetto.  Good job boys.

Then the idea hit me.  If I could get it INTO the trash cans .. they wouldn't have any other choice but to take it.  Illegal .. but brilliant.

I went into the garage.  Got a sledge hammer.  And went to work.  And work.  And work.  That glass is THICK.  The plastic was THICK.  The insides were like superman.  But I chopped .. and used more anger ... to chop.  And piece by piece ... I got it into the big trash can (with my handy man Jackson by my side .. saying - you are going to get in trouble mom).  Life lessons, son.

AGAIN ... my neighbor drove right by ..and again .. no help offered.  He probably didn't notice me with the sledgehammer.  I almost used my finger again ... but that's not really neighborly-like.  

So the next day ... I got up to watch as the trash truck made it's way to my house.  Hooked that trash can up and there it went.  Bunch of loud noises ... but .... it was gone.

I felt like ...

BOSS!