Way back when I bought my house in 2002, my ex-husband’s aunt & uncle asked us if we wanted their big screen tv. They were moving and it needed a new home and we thought it would be perfect in our finished basement, so we said yes. The thing is, this was way before those awesome light-weight flat screen tv’s came out and it weighed a ton. It took six grown men to bring the tv into the basement room through our bulkhead and frankly, it was so heavy that they barely got it in there. They set up boards to sort of slide it down the stairs. We knew at the time that it was going to be in that room for life because it was SO heavy and there was no way it was going out in one piece.
When Chris & his son moved in back in 2010, Chris & I had decided that the basement room would become my step-son’s room. It is the biggest room in the house and plus, it would give him more privacy. Well, after a while, the tv stopped working and we all just wanted the damn thing gone. And that’s what we did the other night.
Chris and his son rolled it into the unfinished side of the basement and we took an ax to it. I went first.
Here I am before I went to town on it:
I had just gotten home from a krav maga class, so pardon my workout attire….
I realize this one is a little blurry, but it was my first swing and this is the only shot I have of it.
I only smashed the screen because the ax was so heavy and the wooden part was too thick for me to ever be able to chop through.
Chris and my step-son finished up the rest and hauled it outside to be brought to the dump. It was very therapeutic.
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