300 and Nite of Fun

Well for all intents and purposes, Steeler Fan Boy’s life is over. He bowled a 300 game the other night. I won’t say he will die anytime soon, he will just never have anything in his life that will equal that feeling. He might as well just quit his job and go live in a cabin in the woods. Congrats man. By the way, I have bowled a 300 also. It just took me three games to get it. That counts too right?

As many of you that know my family, you know we are addicts. We are all addicted to noise at night. We need fans to get to sleep. Each room in my house has a box fan on the floor providing noise 365 days a year. They aren’t for cooling, they aren’t for airflow, just pure sleepful noise. So last night, the power goes out at 11:30pm. Mind you there was no storm in the area, no reason whatsoever for the power to go out. But it did. The wife went to try to get our littlest back to sleep and I scoured the house for a flashlight. Where is the damn moon when you need it. It was pitch dark last night. Well I found my cell phone and used the light from that to find one of the kid’s reading lights which I used to find a flashlight that ended up being in my room in the first place.

Then I hear the beeping. I am rushing around the house looking for the source. Some of the kids are still asleep and I want to keep it that way. I find the culprit. A UPS under a computer table. I get it switched off and no sooner had I shut the door to that room, the house alarm starts beeping. Great. Meanwhile the wife brought the little one to our room. I look all over the house for our portable, battery operated noise maker. It, also, ends up being in my room after I look all over for it. It makes tons of sounds. Waves, rain, birds chirping, Ebone hollering about the Bills and white noise. We use the white noise. I get that hooked up for the wife and daughter. Then I am off to disarm the alarm.

The alarm has no power to it since the power is off, but there is a battery inside. I will just open it and get the battery out and no more noise. I open the cover and the damn alarm goes off. I fumble for the key pad but, hey, the lights are out. I finally get it turned off and the battery out. Back up to bed and then half an hour later the power is back on. I turn off the portable noise maker, set my alarm clock for the morning and put my head to the pillow. Power back off.

This went on a couple times and finally it stayed on the rest of the night. So I get up in the morning and shower, take the dog out and grab my stuff for work. Power goes out again. I ran for the door and jumped in the car before anyone could wake up. So Christmas present list now includes a generator. It doesn’t have to be powerful, just enough for five or six fans.

In other news, just the mention of the Hawkmen coming to town was enough to bring illness to my family. The wife got sick and I had to take care of her for FOUR days. She claims it was two, but it was really FOUR. On Thursday night, she started puking late in the evening. That is one day, then Friday and Saturday make three, and Sunday I let her sleep in late so that is FOUR days. Damn that is over half of the week. I am a saint. Everyone seems to be better now but the Hawkmen are coming at the end of April so watch out.

I found a new way to get fat, not that I needed it. I love me some Baja Fresh. Not big on the Chipotle but love the Fresh. Now I am also a fan of Salsaritas. Another restaurant along the same lines, but they sell beer too. And you get to tell them exactly what to put in your big ass burrito. And, get this. It is half the distance to my house of Baja Fresh. Let’s just say that while the wife was sick I ate one on Friday evening and followed it up 12 hours later with one for lunch on Saturday. Why wait 12 whole hours for another 2 lbs of food? They didn’t open until 11am fatties, that’s why. But don’t let this make you think I am not ready for tennis, because it is on. I will be back up north in two weeks and we are already lined up to play. Just a warning to the guys that I am in midseason form. I took six people out the other day to the courts and none of them could touch my game. OK. They were my kids but, still, I was on fire.