It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year!

     When thinking about the "Back to School" season many images come to mind:
 1) The Staples commercial where the mother is dancing through the school supplies while the kids look sad while the infamous Christmas carol "Most Wonderful Time of the Year" plays in the background.
2) Billy Madisons' "Back to School" song so he can prove to his dad he's "no fool".
3) The wonderful brown bag that comes in the Sunday paper from Office Max that rewards each customer with a 20% discount on whatever they can shove and stuff in that 8in x 12in bag.
My favorite ladies where I work call it Christmas and come out every year and celebrate as if the Grey Goose company is having a "Going Out of Business" sale. Staples needs to hire them for their ads.
     In a matter of hours the Janszen household went from 4 to 5 and rapidly down to 3. My brother, Ben who has been a camp counselor for the entire summer, returned home Friday night. Enough time for Lisa to prepare a delicious Vodka pasta meal and pack his bags to be in Bowling Green by noon on Saturday. While my parent were attending to Ben and helping him set up his "Bachelor Pad", I employed my sister to help me pack for my journey back to Cincinnati for my last semester of Graduate school. My dad, mom, and sister are the remaining troops at Fort Janszen.
     I want to wish Mallory good luck, not only because it's her Senior year, but she is the Lone Ranger against the parents. Good luck to all students and parents as they see their children grown another year older with more complicated school projects and homework!

For your viewing pleasure....enjoy!

The Janszens Go to Zumba

    

     So my good friend, Hillary, has recently started teaching Zumba classes. I have attended a few and have found myself dripping in sweat and struggling to sit down (props Hill for making me hurt the next day!). My dad is somewhat of an exercise enthusiast and will try anything once. Due to Hillary's closeness with the family and impeccable bocce ball skills, Dad pushed for the family to all go together. My first thought was, “Great, I get to shake my butt and boobs and gyrate in front of Lisa and Joe... Score!" My dad, who has been praised by my old dance studio owner for his great rhythm, did better than most ladies in the place. My mom and my sister... well, I am pretty sure that halfway through they decided that if they keep dancing then that's good enough. Everyone gave it the "college try."

     Halfway through class Hillary gave a shout out to my dad for shaking his hips. While I am sure my mother enjoys her man getting a gold medal in hip shaking, I don't find it sitting too well with me. (I prefer to strongly believe the stork dropped me off in a pink blanket.) Afterwards, My dad and sister discussed the possibility of the Girls’ Lacrosse team doing a private lesson with Hillary and then enjoying a cookout following the workout. My dad is always trying to find a new workout routine for his lacrosse girls and Hillary's Zumba class will definitely qualify! I am so proud of Hillary for chasing her dreams and it was great to share in her dreams with my family. (I know I just hit the corny button and got deep on you guys!)

Here is a video for anyone who is thinking about attending a Zumba class. If you're ever in the Westerville, Ohio area attend Hillary's classes for $10/class:

      Mondays-  8:30AM Fred Astaire (Off Main St next to Rita's Ice Cream)
                        7:00PM Xenos Center (Building X)
     Wednesdays- 8:30AM Fred Astaire

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mnknwEJDehA