it's miller time... seriously.

What a weekend!! But let's start with Thursday -- you know how I've been baking?? Well, Thursday was the day I finally took everything in to work. All in all there were seven types of amazing baked goods including: red velvet cake balls, buckeyes, peanut butter blossoms, tree bark, sugar cookies, chocolate/caramel pretzels and mini oreo cheesecakes. I was a hit! I pretended like it was no big deal that I made all these amazing treats and soaked up all the compliments all afternoon long -- paying no mind to the fact that my kitchen was covered in powdered sugar from floor to ceiling cabinets. I especially liked this thank you email:

Thank you so much for the sweets. Although I don't nomally trust skinney cooks, I will make the exception for you! Your treats were fabulous. My kids will love the treat bag I fixed for them too. You will make a great mother with your treat making ability.

"I will make a great mother with my treat making ability." - Not exactly what I was going for, but, whatever, I'll take the compliment!

Friday morning I had a 6am flight to catch which... I still am not sure what that was a good idea?? I had to be up around 3:15 am and out the door by 4am. That was the pits. I was so hungry by the time I got into the airport that I pretty much tailgated the McDonald's to get a stupid breakfast sandwich. I was definitely not feeling the morning. I got so cozy at gate 4 only to be moved to gate 14 and my happy level continued to decrease. I was not friendly Megan. I got on the plane, and having real luck I got an awesome exit row seat with no seat in front of me - for all my long legged followers.... how amazing is that!? I slept the first part of the plane ride into a stop in Little Rock where we let some people off the plane and other people on the plane. This is where the flight attendants allowed us to change seats (but not me since I had a great exit row seat) and an attractive scruffy man moved from the row behind me and in to my row.

Now, let me say this - I was flying Southwest which really brings me up and takes me down. I think it is great that for as crazy as irresponsible and terrible that most adults are, the fact that we can all line up in numbered order without fighting or causing a scene is pretty impressive: Everyone knows there place and they just go to it. But, then there is the whole unassigned seat thing which is a total popularity contest and makes me really nervous because no one good ever sits next to me. I get all the crazies, stinkies and weirdos.

But not on Friday. I got an attractive - which was nice, even if it was 8 o'clock in the morning. I also got a man who was wearing a deer camo hat in the seat in front of me that was also going to Pittsburgh. But, thankfully, I didn't have to think up weird deer hunting conversation for the rest of the plane ride from Little Rock to Chicago.

Like the time in Chattanooga that I took a cab home from the airport, but it was the last cab so I had to share it. And I was convinced they were going to murder me. And also that the cab driver was drinking. And they were talking about killing and gutting deer or whatever you do to them. And then they dropped the guy I was sharing with first but he was parked in the sketchiest lot ever off the side of the highway and I thought "This is it. They are going to kill me". I got my phone out, but did not dial 911 since, well, obviously, I'm still here. But it was the sketchiest thing ever, especially since I knew they were gun owners and used them. So scary.

Anyway, on the 2nd part of the flight a man from the row behind me moved into my row. He was the attractive and he was named Patrick and was very cautious at first - not moving directly into the seat next to me, just into my row. Once the attendants announced that it would be a full flight he moved next to me and we started chat chat chatting. I was probably more of bratty Megan than I was of charming Megan... but he was definitely enjoyable conversation until we landed in Chicago. I then walked with him to my layover gate and he left the airport to rage with what I think he said was a brother and a cousin, ll recently single.

New friend Patrick did not ask for my number (he is living in Dallas), but did ask me to join his professional network on Linkedin. I did ask him to follow my blog, but I guess he isn't since my new followers are not him. BUT! Merry early Christmas to me with three new followers!!!! Alice was number 44 and she is roommate Michelle's friend from EC. I believe most people from EC are crazy and I assume it has something to do with the water, because, seriously they are something else. But... Alice must only drink Brita because she's normal. And she's brown. Follower 45 is cousin Jessie from Philadelphia that had the amazing July wedding with the so great band! And 46 is Amber from Penn State who is a total wild child always having the times and great at raging.

I arrived in Pittsburgh 10 minutes early but it still took 35 minutes for the luggage for my flight to show up. Southwest had 4 flights' luggage at one carousel. People seriously cheered and clapped once my flights' luggage arrived. Brother Matt picked me up and we started to head home but my mom called and asked us to run some errands. My house is 30 minutes from the airport and it was pretty much a 2.5 hour ride home. Which took up precious getting ready time since Friday night was the second annual Cousins Night Out (CNO). CNO started last year now that there are enough Miller cousins to go out and rage. There is also a favorite uncle portion of the CNO in which one or maybe two uncles are allowed to come out with us and purchase the first round of drinks - such a treat for them. Last year it was my Dad and Uncle Tom. This year it was my dad who got us three hotel rooms in the Southside - and reached Gold Elite Marriott member status = amazing. We went to a piano bar and a hole in the wall bar and had a great time! Cousin Lexi did not win cousin of the year but is 3 for 3 when it comes to the drunk cousin. (Jim made sure his kids were not the drunks and made us all get carbs from Subway before we left) I said this to her brother and he said that Lexi gets a bad rap, but I'm pretty sure it is consistent. Let's examine:

1) Ryan and Jaci's wedding - Lexi got wasted. Aunt Jean also got wasted. The night ended with Lexi vomming in the bathroom and Aunt Jean being taken to the hospital for alcohol poisoning. Aunt Jean was in her 70s. Lexi was 20.

2) Jessie and Gibber's wedding - Lexi decided to not eat dinner. And then got wasted. Could not keep her eyes open and could not sit up straight. When given water she tossed it back at her brother. She was escorted out be her parents before any vomming was seen. Cousin Timmy tried to get wasted, but was not served.... must have been his braces. Lexi was 21. Timmy was 18.

3) Cousins Night Out. Wasted. Refused to drink water.

So, looking forward to next CNO for total raging times! When we all came home (Millers of Munhall = just my famiy, cousins were left at the hotel) we had lunch times with the family and took pictures of Lincoln with Diet Coke. He is so cute!!

Saturday was Miller family party at Aunt Sue's. It was pretty much regular family times. I hate saying this, but, there was not one good Christmas cookie. Well, not any that I liked. Do you realize how hard it is to come by GOOD Christmas cookies? That's all I have to say on that!

Sunday was the Steeler's game and Aunt Sue and Uncle Jack had a tailgate and Allie had tickets to the game from work. It was SO cold!! I mean, I was bundled up... but it was so cold! And, believe it or not, I don't have any Steelers gear! So we ran to JCP (my favorite store) and purchased some Steeler gear except the woman at the register was a TOTAL B. She tried to get me to open a charge, no thank you, and when I wouldn't she wouldn't take my coupon! And I was too much in a rush to give her my piece of mind but when I got home I read the coupon and she was wrong. So now I'm drafting a terrible letter in which I plan on naming her and her poor terrible service. I'll show her. B.

The Steeler game was so great! We raged. I had to take a timeout in the car to warm up a little bit which ruined my cool cousin status. That really hurt me. So, when brother Adam knocked my homemade pierogie on the floor... well.... I picked it up and ate it. I got some cool cousin points for that. And then I took the first swig of Captain out of the handle and got bumped up to cousin of the day (year) whatever, whose keeping score? I won. That's all that matters. You know the rest of the story with the Steelers game... bummer.

And now it's Tuesday! I went grocery shopping with my Grandma today... she may or may not be having memory issues. Pretty much any time spent grocery shopping is a check plus for me in the Heaven column. I now know the recipe for stuffed pepper soup and clam chowder soup backwards and forwards. For 25 items, with a list, we were in the store for 90 minutes. 90 minutes. And she still thinks I have to go back and get whatever she forgot.

This week I am looking forward to sleeping, baking, eating and tailgating at the Steelers game on Thursday with some Penn Staters. Also, looking forward to designing the one year anniversary tshirt for my blog.


OH!! I wanted to share a song with you!! Remember when I went to the wedding with Peter in ... May?... of this year? That is when we decided to not call each other babe anymore since it was confusing to outsiders and may have prevented people from approaching us because they think we are dating when we are not. Well, Pete wrote a catchy song to the tune of Jingle Bells that I want to share with you...

No More Babes

Riding in my car
After the big wedding day
Of my good friend Gar
Laughing all the way

With Megan next to me
We had an epiphany
That will help Megan’s husband search
And find a future wife for me!

(Chorus)
No more babes! No more babes!
Michelle is gonna flip!
Who would have thought this wedding
Would be such a historic trip?

No more babes! No more babes!
What took us so long?
We must quickly spread the word
Through this catchy song.

We got lost trying to find Sheetz
Then found it and got some eats
Then it was off to the Holiday Inn
For the party to begin!

We checked in the hotel
Kozzy stayed in our room
Megan wished she was the bride
And that Kozzy was her groom

No more babes! No more babes!
Things will never be the same.
Now that I think about it
Does Kerri even know my name?

No more babes! No more babes!
This might be hard to do
Calling Lisa Lisa
Is not something I’m used to

Last night was lots of fun
I mean, we had such the times
I’ll tell you what transpired

With these little rhymes

Drew’s date wore a boot
**** ****’s date dressed like a slut
Mohn’s date was Asian
How cute was Kozzy’s butt?!

No more babes! No more babes!
What will everyone do?
I’m worried the 512 girls
Will instead just call me “Jew”

No more babes! No more babes!
Chaos will ensue
After I inform the girls
This means no lip kiss too

I learned about Twilight
Despite my best attempt to fight
But if someone quizzed me
I don’t know how much I could recite

Then it started to rain
At a rate that was insane
It was so freaking hard to see
I could barely stay in the lane

Megan started to freak out
She began to scream and shout
But I made it to the Miller house
Where I kicked loud Megan out!

No more babes! No more babes!
What will LH call me?
Tune into Fox next week
To hear this song on Glee

No more babes! No more babes
Effective Immediately!
Megan put this on your blog
So the whole world can see!

He is so great! I will have to dig up my birthday poem to also share with all of you. Oh, and, Pete is writing a book about a roadtrip in Pennsylvania and Abitcattywampus.blogspot.com plans on endorsing the book, once he is able to provide me the title of the book.