The Monitor

Now that we’re expecting a baby, we have instinctively have become more frugal with money (apart from the new fishing sign in the nursery – don’t ask).  One day, baby is going to be going back to school shopping, need money to put gas in his overly insured, rust-box car and will eventually need us to supplement his plethora of academic scholarships when he goes to med school (what I like to consider our pension plan).  With this in mind, I am always on the hunt for baby bargains.  For the most part (minus the orange juice debacle), we’ve had some sweet finds at low prices.


Last week I was at Winners on my lunch break and came across a baby audio/video monitor marked down to $100.  I called Mitch to give him the brand name and see if he could get any reviews.  Reviews were mixed, but we figured we could try it out that night at home and just return it the next day if it didn’t work.

 

What appeared at first glance to be a thin, sleek, flat screen monitor we could simply prop up somewhere in the kitchen, revealed itself as the most ghetto television I’ve ever seen in my life.

Besides weighing at least 5 lbs, this electronic monstrosity was at least a foot and a half from front to back.  As I was contemplating where we would have space to discretely put our new 80’s inspired baby TV, Mitch turned it on to check the picture quality.  There was static, followed by horizontal lines, followed by a distorted image of our living room interrupted occasionally by flashes and fuzz.  To compliment this euphoric visual experience was the most high pitched tone audible to the human ear.  You know, the kind that keeps mice away.

All I know is that if I had to watch my sweet, darling, baby boy on this ghetto monitor with bad reception, I would permanently think I was a part of Paranormal Activity 3.

No thanks!

           - Mama, out.