Goodbye Old Friend....I've Watched You Through So Much

This week I bid farewell to an old companion that has stuck with me through many years. Yes, I'm talking about my old Magnavox TV. I think if televisions had odometers, that little box would have flipped it's a couple times by now....I've put a lot of miles on that thing. So, I wanted to celebrate it's long life with a little stroll down memory lane.

Maggie (yes, she has a name) came into my life when I lived in Seattle. I had a VCR, but no television set and....well, that was rather useless. So, I bought her and set her up down

stairs where she could be viewed by anyone sitting on that nasty old grey pullout (or by any of the spiders that regularly traversed the room).

After Seattle it was next set up in my little apartment off 100 East in Provo where I had roommates that liked to watch tella novellas. The language barrier stopped me from enjoying that genre of television....proving that I guess I won't actually watch anything....I do have standards.....and if not standards....limits?

Next I moved to Orem and Maggie came with me. I remember the day I realized how brilliant I could be by setting the TV across the room but the VCR right next to my bed! I could switch out movies without leaving my bed! Crazy awesome!!

For the last 6 years she has lived in my bedroom on a little rolling cart that allowed me to swivel her wherever I need her to be. At the base of my bed, turned to be visible while doing my hair and makeup, or even into the bathroom so I could watch a movie while taking a hot bath.....she's been a reliable friend whenever I need her.

But our good years are now at an end. Most of the time only the bottom half of the screen shows up and, though it may seem ungrateful, I'm afraid it's time for her to move out.

So I say goodbye....thanks for all the memories.

Thanks for introducing me to Alias, Gilmore Girls, Veronica Mars, and Burn Notice. Thanks for not judging my obsession with The O.C., Supernatural, and Prison Break (remember the time Mary Ann and I yelled at you for Michael to "Kill that stupid T-Bag!!! Just put the knife through his heart!!")

So many memories, so many stories, so many empty (lonely?) hours filled! I'll miss you! (Please don't judge that you have already been replaced by a really pretty LCD flatscreen....)