Author: jclawver

  • What a difference 599.2 miles make…

    Max had NINE family members at his preschool graduation. Brian only had me. Even so, Brian’s graduation on Friday was adorable. The kids wore paper graduation hats, with glittery tassels. They sang songs and recited some of the things they had learned over the year. The kids were well behaved as they sat and waited for their name to be called to go shake hands with the teachers and receive their diploma. I’ll be sure to post pics, as soon as Kevin comes home with the camera and we have Brian reenact the moment.\
    Graduation was totally moot though because over half the class is staying for another year of preschool. Plus, of those kids going on to kindergarten, most are staying for the summer program, which is in the same classroom with the same teacher. So, graduation (and cake!) on Friday, back to school on Monday.

  • My favorite time of the year

    Before I went to the grocery store today, I had eight different types of fresh fruit in the house (and I didn’t count faux-fruit like tomatoes or cucumbers). YAY Spring!

  • Something’s Gotta Give

    Tuesday Night Happenings for Chez Lawver:\
    Art show at SCAD (featuring work from elem schools. Max wants to go and submit something), 5-7\
    Pick up Kevin from work, 5:15\
    Retrieve van from auto shop, 5:30\
    Brian soccer, 5:30-6:30\
    International Night at Max’s school, 6-7:30\
    Max karate, 6:45-7:30\
    Jen’s head explodes, 8:05\
    Kevin cleans up mess, 9:15

  • Excuse me while I go throw up.

    From an article at CNN.com about Brown University, “For this year’s graduates, tuition and expenses came to a four-year total of about \$180,000 each.”

  • Stupid Things #312 and #8401

    • Max’s school requires a doctor’s note after the 5th absence. How lame is that? Not if he’s sick for more than five days in a row, but for the whole school year. Grrr. It’s because they want to know whether a kid should be passed or failed, but that decision should be made independent of absences, right? RIGHT! It should be about whether the kid has learned the material. Especially if the parents have excused the absences! I guess I’ll be sending Max to school even when he is feverish but feeling ok so that everybody else can get sick too.
    • To register the kids for school, I need to show proof of residency. Does my government-issued license count? No. I need a phone bill, where all I have to do is call the company and say “bill me here” and that is considered proof of residency. How lame is that? I guess the school thinks money is a more powerful truth indicator than government oversight.
  • Max can hiii-yaaah you up!

    Max started karate last week. I had intended it to be something he could do once a week, so that I wouldn’t be an “over-scheduling parent” but the instructor talked me into having Max come twice a week. Turns out, Max has been going everyday because he loves it so. So much for my intentions. We have to be extra time aware though because Max goes from Philosophy and Art Club to karate with less than an hour break on Mondays and then Brian’s soccer games to karate with no break on Tuesdays. The instructor said Max has really good focus. He knows a few of the kids from his school, which gives me warm fuzzies. It’s been neat to see him improve his various moves. We come home from class and show off the moves to Kevin. Even Brian has been getting into it, though he isn’t in the class. Brian can really key-op (the yelling that is done with each move) with the best of them.

  • Save Chuck!

    A campaign to save a tv show that actually might work.\
    I am not going to link sources. If you really care, google it and I’m sure a dozen will pop up.\
    The season finale for Chuck is on Monday on NBC. Kevin, my awesome husband of 11 years and no, you cannot have him, really likes Chuck. It’s smart, funny, and heartwarming. But Chuck is in danger of cancellation. The solution? Prove that people are watching! The idea has been proposed that fans buy a footlong sub on Monday from Subway, a major sponsor of the show, before the episode and then gnosh out while watching. (This is so much better than sending in bottles of hot sauce (Roswell), yes?) When Subway sales go up for Monday, The Powers That Be will have their proof. Money talks, so what are you saying? Spread the word!\
    Whether you watch Chuck on tv, tivo, nbc.com, Hulu, or some other means, make sure you buy a footlong sub on Monday from Subway. Or just buy a footlong sub on Monday from Subway because they are yummy and this is a neat experiment!\
    I think I am going to get a turkey, tomato, and lettuce on wheat with green pepper, for a fresh crunchy kick, sprinkled lightly with salt and pepper and a bit of mayo. What are you going to get?

  • A new way to tell that I am O-L-D.

    Max and Brian are in Virginia this week visiting Kevin’s family while I unpack. Yay for everyone involved, right? All of the bedrooms in the new rental house are painted brown. This is fine for most of the rooms, but not the boys’ room. I immediately started thinking of ways to lighten and brighten it. I told the boys I would decorate their room while they were away. (They get no input, mwuhahaha.) Anyway. Max is now nine, which is way too old for the awesome little kids stuff we have. Kevin and I went to the mall to look for “cool” bedroom stuff. We hit Hot Topic first. I could not stop laughing at us in there. We’re no longer in our 20s, remembering all of the time and money we spent there. That would be bad enough, being out of place by half of a decade or so. Oh, no. We were there to SHOP FOR OUR SON.

  • We have internet, wheeeee!

    Lots of stupid, lame things happened that made the move annoying. But we are here now, with all major appliances working. I am trying to get the house in order and home-ified before my parents come next week. I can’t wait for their visit.\
    Aunt Edna wanted to know if we ended up renting the fancy, white one. No, we didn’t. It was two-story, which seems like such a pain after living in a ranch-style house. Yay to no more stairs!