This weekend was terribly exciting. What did I do? Well, I cleaned three toilets that were ravaged by two boys. I listened to teenage angst. I went to a fund raiser for Ian's autism program, where Steve won an autographed picture of John Travolta. I went to the gym to work off the winter pudge. Damn, Laura, you live a goddamn awesome life!
We also made a major life decision. We bought a big-assed TV.
Downstairs, the previous owners put an extension on the house. The wife needed an art studio. It has a large closet that was set up as a drying rack for her paintings. Because it was an art studio, the room isn't anything fancy. The linoleum floor is cracking.
We set it up as a playroom for the kids, when we moved in. Some crappy hand-me down furniture and IKEA bins of Lego. I didn't do much more than that. The wall is dotted with holes from old painting hooks, and one wall has some cheap shelving.
In a house that needs lots of TLC, we decided to put our energy into this room. We wanted to set up a teenage zone for our teenager, who is having a tough time. What does a teenage room need? A big-assed TV.
We never thought we would be the big-assed TV family. It was a lifestyle choice. So, this purchase was a major reversal for us.
We went from this….
We will need several more weekends to get the room looking awesome. A new floor isn't going to happen soon, but we will slap on a coat of paint and fix the cushions on the sofa that we picked up at the yard sale. Maybe we have someone flatten out that back wall for us and mount the TV on the wall. In the meantime, the teenagers have their big-assed TV. And so will we.