No music today

Another wednesday in 2010. This one is special, because I just bought a new tv. For the bedroom. Well, the new one ended in the livingroom ( a good 6 meters away, mind you) and the 'old' one in my bedroom. The old one is one year old and still has the newest features besides that whole 3-d thing everyone is so crazy about.

And why did I buy a television? Because I was bored. After weeks and weeks of working double time because half of my co-workers went on vacation and the other half decided to break her foot and call in sick. So, after working like crazy, it was finally time for my time off. 12 days of not working sounded like heaven at the time (which it still does) but now I don't know what to do with all this freetime on my hands. Since I'm going to Pukkelpop next week, I should keep the shopping to a minimum or the basic essentials like rainparka's. I read every book in the bookcase at least three times and cuddleling with a kitten only stays fun for an hour or so.

I lived on my own (with Bob, that is. ) ( Bob being hubbie's newest nickname, as in "Whatcha doin' bob? ) for the last 3 years and in our old house, we still had tv in our bedroom because we had another roommate. After moving to our new appartment we decided that we could watch television on the couch, even naked if we wanted to. Yay for no roommates! This lasted excactly one year, almost to the day. You must understand, I'm lazy. Like in, stay in bed all day lazy. I like my bed and I love sleeping. We always had the idea of having a tv in the bedroom again, just not in this teeny tiny appartment. When we'd grow old and buy a three story house we'd buy one. Well, I guess I was wrong.

So this perticular wednesdaymorning Cid (the kitten) woke me up somewhere around eight o' clock. And ten. And eleven. Cid is a kitten, not an alarmclock, so he falls asleep, just like me. After breakfast Bob and I were stunned on what to do. And me being me, I randomly said, let's buy a tv for the bedroom, so we'll never have to get up again! His (still) SHOCKING answer was, 'sure thing babe" . This was one of the few, very few times he stunned me and I didn't know what to say. He continued with the finances of our purchase and before I knew it, we where on our way to the local tv-dealer. As I knew just about everything about HD televisions because of the prior year when I bought the 'old' tv, we were done pretty fast. So fast, that the annoying salesperson did not even get the chance to sell us on a 'better, newer, prettier, and 3-D-er set. Within the hour, we were home again, with a new tv. 

(How the hell can I blog this much about a tv is beyond me. My apologies)

 As if we were done. The entire hooking up was done within minutes. Bob is handy with electrionics, bless his heart. I would have thrown it out of the window. It's just that, our bedroom is BIG. Very big. So the tv was to far away for me to read the subtitles and for Bob the play Call of Duty. So my Ikea-addiction was triggered. I love love love everything from the Ikea. I can tell the names of almost every single piece of furniture. And in better (moving) days, I was there every week. Twice. Bob hates the Ikea just because I love it. I can sympatize that it is hard for a man to go to a furnituresstore every single week for months, so I have to give him a good reason for going. He's trying to keep me in line and not let the addiction get so bad I can call all the personel by name. But still, a reason was found. We needed a new cabinet for the new bedroom tv. I GOT TO GO TO IKEA! I already knew which one I wanted, and Bob swiftly agreed, so Haarlem was visited for under 2 hours. After assembling the Ikea- PS locker in red, I now am the proud owner of a tv at the end of my bed. I'm happy.

But how come the refrigerator feels so far away right now?