Tuesday, November 28, 2006

I know my graphics suck...

Hello friends. I'm sorry I don't have any neat graphics to go with my post today. I hope everyone had a nice Thanksgiving. I spent Thanksgiving with Malik's family. I met aunts, uncles, cousins, grandma... everyone was really nice and very welcoming to me. One of their family traditions is to play spoons. (For some reason everytime I tell this story, people ask if I'm talking about playing spoons on one's thigh- like a musical instrument. Ok. No.) My family used to play spoons too and we would sit a the dining room table, put the spoons in the middle of the table and pass the cards. So, I thought I was good to go with playing spoons with Malik's family until they started moving furniture out of the way in the living room. Huh? Everyone starts to sit on the floor in a circle, the game starts and I soon realize why we are sitting on the floor. As soon as someone grabs a spoon, people start lunging at each other and tackling each other trying to get spoons from people. Oh My God- what have I gotten myself into? So, I grab for a spoon and scream the whole time. No one touches me. I lasted 4 rounds and managed to make it out with my limbs and my life.

What does my basketball graphic have to do with Thanksgiving? Absolutely nothing. (Smooth transition)

I went and watched Malik play basketball last night. He has an amazing talent. I really love watching him play. At the end of the game, he dunked on someone. The gym went crazy! I just smiled and shook my head. I really wish that I could've seen him play in college.

Monday, November 27, 2006

Thanksgiving with Trolls

My brother is so clever and funny. Read the email that he sent to our cousins and me along with the attached picture:

Hello Everyone,
Just wanted to take the time on behalf of all our handsom and beautiful family members to wish everyone a great Thanksgiving.
I want to thank Laura for not growing her hair out any farther or perhaps my attendance at Thanksgiving last year may not have been documented.
Emily, where did you get the product to calm the sides of your hair? I want some.

Bro, it is not nice to make your sister snort at work. ;) Good one.

Monday, November 20, 2006

Cheer up, Charlie! Give me a smile!

Augh! The title of my blog is the stupidest song in a movie EVER! And it always gets stuck in my head! So, Malik and I watched Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (1971 version) this weekend. I'm not sure why we watched it. I don't know if there wasn't anything on tv or if we couldn't find the remote or if we mutually, non verbally CHOSE to watch this movie. Malik was mad because I knew all of the dialogue and all of the words to all of the songs.

We also went shopping at some outlet malls north of Atlanta this weekend. I went a little crazy in the Banana Republic store but the prices were excellent! Poor Malik went to Nike, Adidas, and Puma and didn't find anything. :( so sad.

Malik and I also went to the Cheesecake Factory that just opened by our apartment. The wait to get in was an hour and a half to 2 hours. So... we waited. Good gracious! I'm telling you, being out with Malik is like being out with a celebrity. Everyone knows him. The Hightowers go out a lot in Atlanta (and frequent the other Cheesecake Factory locations) and there were servers, hosts, managers coming up to our table asking if we were doing ok and then one of the hosts says, "let me know next time you come in, and you won't have to wait." WHAT? First of all, who gets treatment like that? Second, where was this guy 2 hours ago???

Did anyone else notice that our weekend had a Factory theme?

So, I made tilapia on Thursday. I put this parmesan, mayo, butter concoction on top of the fish and broiled it. Malik asked, "what sides are we having?" I went into some long rambling speech about let me just worry about the main dish OK? I don't know what we're having for sides. So Malik picked up some sides from Winners. Baked beans, mashed potatoes, and macaroni & cheese. I missed the cooking class when baked beans went with fish. I guess maybe if you're camping. ANYWAY, so I make the fish. It looks and smells really good. We make our plates a la buffet style. I take my first bite.... the fish tastes like fish. The damn concoction does not mask the taste of the fish AT ALL. So I ask you, why in the heck am I putting butter, mayo, and cheese on top of my fish (hello extra fat and calories) and the fish tastes the same? I'm not giving up. Cheer up Emily! Give me a smile! AUGH!

Thursday, November 16, 2006

I didn't feel like chicken last night.

An update to my loyal readers: I didn't cook last night. Dang! I can hear everyone boo and groan. Actually, Malik was happy. He doesn't like to play Rotisserie Roulette with his chicken. I did make some hot apples for Malik last night. That was uneventful, nothing to report there. Something I don't quite understand is how the heck my mom would work all day, come home, and put together a meal for 4 people by 5:30. A meal, people! A meal! I'm still working on the main entree. I went to Kroger after work, made the hot apples, then sat down and watched Dancing with the Stars (go Emmit!) and ate (I'm embarrassed to say) chips and salsa for dinner. Dang! Again with the boos and groans. Quit it! I was tired after searching and searching the aisles of Kroger for lemon juice. Oh, its not in the juice aisle, people! Anyway, Malik has been warned, I'm going to make fish tonight. I know, I know. I feel pretty confident in my tilapia making skills so I'm going to try tilapia first, then a chicken dish. Broiled Tilapia Parmesan is on the menu tonight, my friends. I promise to not disappoint. Ta ta!

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

A whistling girl and a crowing hen will always come to a bad end

Hide yer chickens! I'm cookin tonight! This should be interesting, my friends. Hopefully, I won't have the Colonel watching over me with his wee beady eyes. (No, Malik is not the Colonel! I'm talking about Colonel Sanders, silly people!) I will update tomorrow. That reminds me of a story. On spring break senior year of college, someone asked us if Kentucky Fried Chicken in Kentucky is called Home Fried Chicken. NOPE! On a non poultry note, I got a manicure on my lunch break today. I like it. And I also want to wish my mother good luck in her Funnybone performance this evening and, since I will not be there to defend myself, do not believe anything she says about her children. Have a nice day!

Monday, November 13, 2006

All skate: a phrase indicating that everyone must take part in a certain activity

I went out with Susan this weekend. I called her at 10:15pm and told her to get dressed, we're going out. We ended up leaving Susan's apartment at midnight (Suz, couldn't decide what to wear) and the club we were going to is 2 exits away from Susan's apartment. We got off the exit, everything is fine, we're cruisin along, and then we hit major traffic. It took us 45 minutes to go 2 city blocks. Our lane was bumper to bumper and Susan kept yelling "Its an all skate people! Let's go!". Meanwhile, there were literally cars driving on the sidewalk next to us trying to get to where they want to go. However, they were inhibited by those things called...um... what is it? Oh yes! TELEPHONE POLLS! Idiots. People were also trying to get over into our lane because the left lane was moving just fine, of course. People would pull up next to us with their blinkers on and Susan would yell "NO! NO! NO! You're not getting over!" I think the fumes got to us after awhile because I couldn't stop laughing. Finally, we got into the club at 1am. Then the DJ played Luther Vandross and Michael Jackson. Everytime Susan and I are out, and Michael or Luther comes on, Susan and I both scream and then Susan always hugs me. This is fun except when she's been drinking and she has a drink in her hand at that moment. Hello, drink down the back. We got home at 3am and then stayed up til almost 5am, just talking. It was fun.

Friday, November 10, 2006

Kentucky: Got teeth?

Contrary to the popular cliche, people from Kentucky do have teeth. Bro and I have a lot. We, in fact, have extra teeth if anyone else from Kentucky needs them.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

Exercise is a dirty word. Every time I hear it, I wash my mouth out with chocolate.

So, I eat my Lean Cuisine in the break room. Finish my lunch, get my headphones and decide that I'm going to walk the stairs in my office building for some exercise. My office is on the 21st floor and I walk all the way up to the 40th floor. Yea, I'm about to DIE. (I'm being dramatic, it wasn't that bad- I was out of breath but thats the idea when you exercise) So, I walk back down the stairs to the 21st floor. I'm a little sweaty and my legs are shakin a bit when I realize to my horror that G'DAMN DOOR (to my floor) IS LOCKED!! So, little miss "I want to exercise" (me) walks down to level 3, passes level 3, realizes that there aren't any more doors past level 3, walks back up to level 3. On level 3, I try the door, it opens and I'm ....... in the parking garage. What the? So, I find the elevator in the parking garage take it up to the lobby. Walk across the lobby to the elevator that goes to my floor and go back up to the office. And that was my lunch break.

Look at the size of that boy's noggin!

Aw my bro at the Bengals game. The Bengals lost to the Atlanta Falcons and bro cried himself to sleep that night on his huge pillow.
He also said that anyone that rooted for Atlanta or lived in Atlanta was an idiot. I think he was just bitter.