i married an addict.

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yes, it's true.
not for drugs. not alcohol. not sex and rock and roll...

but to sports talk radio, nfl network and well, sports blogs.
sometimes i think i need to join the alanon for 
"sports talk addicts anonymous"

The TV or radio are on almost 24/7. 
ok the almost is because they aren't on when i am home 
(unless i watch or listen to the game on my own accord... which, yes, it has happened).

when entering our abode it's almost inevitable that one will be just a button click
away from the drone of Lance, Mo or Boomer 
(who really, really needs to lay off those cigars).

the TV stays where it is and THANKFULLY we just have 1.
With DVR nothing can be important enough to have to watch simultaneously.
nothing.
And I refuse to add one to the bedroom as a) i see it as a place of slumber 
and b) i'll be signed up for resentment.
Mister John will probably drift off to slumber (ok... well honestly it will be me first), 
but as he peacefully sleeps i'll wake up enraged to the sound, er drone rather, of television
or better yet not be able to fall back asleep to it.
So thankfully the bedroom doesn't include TV.
happy wife, happy life. right?

back to my tale...
The TV is immobile, but my friends, the blue boom box is not.
the blue boom box is not just any blue boom box.
it has history.
it has white splatter paint on it from john and bryan's painting jobs.
the cd player no longer works since it's been transported to so many locations.
it's been dropped, tattered and torn.
but the blue boom box never dies.
it's like the cat with 9 lives.
only, i think it may have more than 9.

children have security blankets.
or paci's or stuffed animals.
mister john, he has the blue boom box.

you can always trace where mister john was last present by locating the blue boom box.
bathroom: showering, shaving or cutting his hair.



the commode room: even a quick trip we don't want to miss a play.



the kitchen: cooking, making coffee, dishes.



the bedroom: putting clothes away, helping vince with the closet



the baby room: painting



the family room: while the TV is on and muted we have 700WLW in our presence.



even the garage: washing his car.

the blue boom box makes the rounds.
it is everywhere.
it haunts.my.dreams.

it doesn't shut up.  
sometimes it's like an extended member of our family.
he just keeps showing up and i keep NOT INVITING HIM.

as much as i look at the blue boom box as my little nemesis-
my black sheep family member-
my uninvited guest-
i'm not sure i know what my life would be like without the blue boom box.
i mean, i've known the blue boom box as long as i've known john.
not having the blue boom box would be like missing a piece of mister john.

BlueBoomBox has been through a lot and when i have to harp on the blue boom box
mister john has been ok to compromise 
to give me a break from the extra family member.

we all have our quirks and i'm sure many of us have our versions of the blue boom box.
i don't always love the BBB addiction,
but i do love the addict.

Comments

katie said…
it doesn't shut up.
sometimes it's like an extended member of our family.
he just keeps showing up and i keep NOT INVITING HIM.

Caren, hilarious.
17/10/11
Mel said…
Id punch him in the face with the BBB... Then throw it out of a moving car on the highway. That's how much I can't stand talk radio. Sports on tv etc. Shoot. Me.
17/10/11
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