Back to School, Back to Blogging


Let me reintroduce myself. My name is Jana. And if you know me, you already know I like to tell stories.

Well now, that just sounds like I’m a liar.
I like to tell long-winded truths. 
Yes, that’s more like it. 

And that is exactly why my blog was born…and then for multiple reasons it has been abandoned for quite some time.

But here is another truth, I miss it.

I miss telling stories truths. And, I miss sharing them with whomever happens to stumble across this.

Summer Reading…or Else

There are some things that just seem to go hand in hand. This would be the case with our local library’s reading program and Summer.

For you see, I live in the same town in which I grew up. As I child, I participated in the reading program at the library each Summer. And while the program has changed slightly over the years, the basic principle remains the same – Encourage reading.

It is a wonderful program. Each child is given a form to record the books they have read. As they work toward their reading goal, they are rewarded prizes. And for those that make their reading goal, they are invited to attend a party, complete with entertainment and prizes donated by local businesses.

Patriotic Confusion

So many stories, so little time.

So before anymore time escapes me, here it goes…

It was July 5th. The kids and I had watched a fireworks display the previous evening. I was still feeling very patriotic following the Fourth of July.

While, I was emptying the dishwasher, I began singing along with the radio.

“…and I am proud to be an American…”

At that exact moment, Owen, came busting through the room.

“I am not American. I am British.”

Now, if you haven’t seen the preview for the new Disney’s Planes movie here it is.

Only Owen

It was Ruthie’s special day, not Owen’s.

She was getting ready to make her First Communion. However, Owen, stood by and watched intently as I paraded, Ruthie, around capturing several photos. When I was convinced I had enough photos for the time being, I handed the camera over to Ruthie to place on the kitchen table. I began to turn toward the bathroom to focus on myself for a moment. That is when I heard Owen.

“My turn.”

He stood at the end of the hall with praying hands and began to smile.

Before I could say anything, Ruthie, responded.

Special Day, Special Girl

While May brought the last day of school for us and for many, it also held a very special day. Ruthie made her First Communion earlier this month.

She had greatly anticipated this day and was very excited to fully participate in Mass. I tried my best to make her feel and look special. I helped her get dressed in her bedroom. It was there that I also placed on her veil, necklace, and earrings.

When we emerged, Owen, was the first to see her. And perhaps he said it best, “Ruthie, you look like one of those ladies that is going to get married.”.

We Made It!

I have three kiddos that worked exceptionally hard this school year, and it would appear that their hard work paid off.

Last month, Ruthie, along with many other students, was invited to attend the Academic Excellence Award program.

In order to qualify for this award, each student must have an average of 93% or greater for the first three grading periods. The award is presented by the school corporation. This was the first year for students from the parochial schools to be invited. We were delighted to be able to participate in this event.

Just Another Manic Monday

As I hit snooze on my alarm this morning, I was reminded of a conversation I had with Owen a couple of weeks ago.

He is usually difficult to wake up, and that particular morning was no different.

Slowly, however, he made his way to the bathroom, where he held his head, and began to explain it to me.

“Mom, you know how the earth spins around the sun and that’s how we get day and night?”


“Well, last night I think it was spinning to fast. I’m still tired.”

Color Me

Ever have an idea that seems great at the time, but later it seems less than desirable?

Well, that is the situation I found myself in this morning.

I had told, Ruthie and my Dad, we would participate in a 5K color run.

It seemed like a fine idea several weeks ago…Before the weather forecast became available…Before I realized they were predicting it to be 38 degrees at race time. Brrr…

Despite the cool weather conditions, we proceeded to the race (with gloves and hand warmers, of course).

This was us, prior to our departure this morning.

Scooby Dooby Doo

Scooby Dooby Doo, where are you?
We’ve got some work to do now…

Well, we found, Scooby Doo and the rest of The Gang, tonight.

My mother-in-law, Ann, had purchased tickets for the entire family to attend Scooby Doo Live. The tickets were presented to us as part of our Christmas gift.

Because, Dan, thought his time would best be spent at home, the kids, Ann, and I made our way to the production. Needless to say, we had three very anxious children as we traveled to the theater.

After a pit stop at McDonald’s, we continued on our journey.

Farewell Snowball

I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the departure of our beloved goat, Snowball.

Dan purchased the goat several years ago. Ideally, the goat was supposed to keep the weeds down around our pond. While I’m not really sure what Snowball’s diet consisted of, I can tell you, it did NOT consist of weeds!

In addition, in the last year, the goat became more aggressive. He was often seen ramming things with his horns or rearing back on his hind legs and charging forward. In the process, he was tearing up our fence, which separates our backyard from our pond area.