Yesterday afternoon I sat down to watch the first two football games of the day. Green Bay vs Oakland did not look to be an exciting game nor did Dallas vs Detroit. (side note: I'm now wondering if the Falcons had a bye or if they just suck and are not televised anymore due to ticket sales. hmm... and I really don't care. Moving on.) So, I started flipping channels (my favorite past time) and I found a movie on CMT (yes, that's Country Music Television) called "Smokey Mountain Christmas." This movie is from 1986 stars Dolly Parton and I used to watch it OVER and OVER so much that when I watched it yesterday I remembered some of the dialogue and songs (yes. I said songs. It's Dolly Parton, what do you expect?) in the movie. I do not wish to incriminate my brother at this time but I'm pretty sure he used to watch it with me. (Sorry bro- you probably didn't have a choice, I think we only had one tv at that time, although you could've left the room if you didn't want to watch it, it's not like I tied you down or anything- well maybe I did. Whatever, you watched it to, probably on your own free will) It is amazing to me the stuff that I was entertained by as a child. I wasted my Sunday afternoon watching this movie that was absolutely AWFUL but as a child, I loved loved loved "Smokey Mountain Christmas".
Time at home during the Thanksgiving holiday, always means a trip to the Old Fort Pub or just "The Pub" as us locals like to call it. Well, I'm not a local anymore but I can still claim that status after living in Fort T for over 25 years of my life. My friend Jenny and I headed to The Pub the Friday after Thanksgiving. Thank goodness some of our high school classmates were there and even some older than us. It always proves awkward when one is hanging out at The Pub with kids that were in like 6th grade when you graduated high school. Anyway, so my brother came up and I ended up hanging out with him and some of his high school friends. The drinks were flowing. Two guys that went to our high school, Ben and Brendan, were the musical talent that night. After I was pretty well buzzed, Ben and Brendan played "All Night Long" by Lionel Richie. Me, my brother, our friend Frank (also known as Knarf), and Frank's girlfriend were badly dancing to "All Night Long". Then we all started yelling "Oh jambo jumbo!" from the song. We began interjecting "Oh jambo jumbo!" into every song there after. sidenote: Frank is going to law school. I just got promoted at my job and now I'm a legal secretary. Meanwhile, back at The Pub: Frank says to me that I should move back home and be his secretary at his law firm. He said when he walks in the office in the morning, I will ask how he is and he will say "Oh jambo jumbo!" Always good times at the Old Fort Pub.
Dad bought bro and me IPods for Christmas. The IPods come with ear bud headphones. Left ear bud fits just fine- my ear seems to cradle, love and caress the ear bud. My right ear is retarded. No matter how hard or in which direction I jam that sucker in, my right ear isn't having it. Complete rejection of the ear bud in the right ear. As a matter of fact, as I type this right now, I'm sitting at my desk with an ear bud in my left ear only. Put the right ear on my list of flaws.