*gibber*

I'm down to one paper now. (It'll be about 2,350 words or roughly 8 pages). I hate memo writing. I'd like to just put "Don't mess with Oprah, I don't care if her factory is polluting. She is taking over the world and it is best not to anger her. " I finally finished the VA pro. Stupid take home but closed note and book with a time limit. I tried. I did. It was a long exam but my answers were horribly short. Oh well it is what it is. After the UCC exam Wednesday, Family exam Friday, and a weekend of feeling exhausted and a bit of a migraine on Sunday, I didn't get to study like I wanted for the VA pro. Uggh! Anyway, it's done and I'm taking most of today off. Tomorrow I'll try do get most of the paper done. I figure I'll finish and edit it Wednesday.

Picked up my robe Friday. I took it out of the bag is was crammed into (crammed, not folded) and have it hanging in hopes most of the wrinkles will fall out. I'm having my mommy bring a steamer so I don't look like I slept in the robe. I hope the stadium is finished in time for graduation. They're expanding it or something so there's all this unfinished stuff sticking up at the tops. Not pretty in a picture. Surprised at Liberty for not being as image conscious with that as usual . . . I mean it's where the major part of graduation will be. Then again, maybe it'll be finished. I don't know.

Mother's day. . . My Mother's Day gift is dragging my butt to a 7:30am to who knows when graduation where I sit in the sun in a heavy black robe instead of sleeping in and then going to a nice brunch. I "guided" Dad into getting her some fig plants (She loves figs.) and pots for them. Xena got Mom a Mrs. Jumbo and Dumbo pin. It's a Disney pin, but I still don't see how Disney justifies the price. Oh yeah, the brand name thing. Anyhoo, I know it sounds kinda lame but Mom and I have a little baby mine thing and it means something to us. Sure Xena's giving it to her, but oh well.

Yeah, I think I'm just randomly blabbling now. I should get dressed and get out of the apt soonish. Need to do some food shopping. I also need to pick Xena up a special little thing of treats. I thought when people visited and stayed over, they were supposed to bring the hostess a little gift, not the hostess get the guest a little gift. And put up with the guest constantly trying to get into a car to go home. And hog the sofa. And whine when treats are not offered fast enough. And rub hair into the carpet and any dark clothes she can get a hold of. . . .

Yeah, shutting up now.