Two muffins are baking in an oven. One muffin says to the other "Boy, is it hot in here!"
The other muffin turns to him and says, "Ahhhh! A talking muffin!"

That joke comes to you courtesy of Becca; I don't know what it is, but it sure is funny!

Let's see, I have new grades:
Human Anatomy: A
Graduate Transitions: A+
French: A+

Now all I have to wait on is my Creative Writing grade - I can't wait to see what that's going to be. Note the sarcasm. I'll probably get either an A- or a B+, but that's fine with me. I just want to be out of that class and away from the mambly-pambly nonsense it tried to teach me. Sorry, maybe I'm just a bitch, but if I don't like something (i.e. a story written by a classmate) I'm going to say so, and then I'm going to explain why and how to make it better. I can be tactful, but I'm not going to baby anyone. And I absolutely hated all of the depressing stories we had to read in class! They were all about death, dying, or about a great sadness. Excellent pick-me-up reading...not. There's more to life and creative writing than the bad and sad things in life. I think it takes much more effort to see the good in things than to see the bad. But what do I know.

Grandma Betty arrived last night. The airline misplaced half of her luggage, but they've since found it and are delivering it to the house momentarily. And speaking of deliveries, Mom and Dad ordered some new couches which are arriving today as well. The living room is now almost completely done. When the couches get here, all that remains will be the entertainment area shelves that Dad will be building as soon as he can.

Tonight, I'm heading back to Raleigh so that I can pick up my Aunt Jean from the Airport very early tomorrow morning. I think Mom is coming with me, which will be great because she's not seen her sister in a few years, but also will kinda blow because I need to exchange the Mother's day gift I got her, and because if she and I leave, then Dad will be left with both Grandma and Rob to deal with, and no one deserves to tackle that single-handedly. (I know that was mean, but oh so true). Of course, I don't have a tactful way of voicing my objections, which means that Mom and I will probably be heading to Raleigh tonight.

On Saturday, the first ceremony is at 9AM, and that's the entire University at the RBC center. Then all eleven of us (Mom, Dad, Rob, Becca, Grandma Betty, Darren, Kim, TJ, Susan, Aunt Jean, and Me) will meet somewhere for lunch, which is going to be difficult because I'm sure Raleigh is going to be packed, no pun intended. Then there's the departmental ceremony at 3pm in Reynold's Coliseum, which is on campus, so we won't have to worry about parking, I hope. Then I'm free, with my BS, to pursue a career, something I've been quite lax on of late. I do know, though, that I want to work with living tissues - DNA, bacteria, mammals, plants - and not just chemicals. That's a start, right?