My Kids

Aren't they just the best?
I love this picture. I had to work and Issa and Emma brought Abbe and Luke to the zoo. They must have asked someone to take this picture, and I am so glad they did. I just love this picture.

I am feeling so blessed.

Tonja

This is a video of Abbe and the MCCS 5th Grade Basketball team. : )

Tonja

: ) ....(That is a forced smile)

Hi. Every thing is great. I am not stressed. I love working full time and going to school. The challenge of it all is so very invigorating. In no way do I wish I had a nice big break from school right now. I think it is awesome how little sleep I get and how used to it I have gotten. This post reminds me of being a teenager when I would tell myself how I loved the feeling of my stomach digesting itself - it felt good. I am a little warped around the edges. I don't want to complain, but I want to express, so I go a little sarcastic sometimes. I am sick about the Vikings. I am happy about the elections. I feel strange going through the transition of Issa and Emma growing up. I am excited for Thanksgiving and Christmas. I am not excited for cold weather. I very much feel like decorating, but when? And with what $? I am glad that Emma has a good job. I am hopeful Issa will have one soon. I do not like the smell of cat poop. I love the smells of fall. I love my family. I am thankful for my nice warm home. I am grateful for the job I have. I am blessed to have the ability to go to college on line. My animals are cute. My hair is not cute right now. But I have hair, so that's good.

Tidbits....FROM Tonja. : ) (That was not a forced smile.)

phhhlpfffffttttt!

What a night. I spent 2 hours at Urgent Care because Luke fell off the monkey bars. He said it really really hurt. All it was is the wind was knocked out of him, and I KNEW that, but I kept thinking, "what if I am wrong? What if he has a punctured lung, or a cracked vertebrae?" Of course he did not. And all Abbe did the whole time is complain because she was bored and hungry. And then the Vikes lost. And, I just feel like Eyeore. I've got a little rain cloud hovering over my head. I guess that means I should get to bed. Oh, and this is the second Monday in a row I have spent my evening at Urgent Care. Last week it was for Abbe who fell off a skateboard and landed on her hand. Again, my mom instinct said it was fine, but she complained loudly, so against my better judgment I went. I know being sure your child is not seriously injured is not exactly a waste of time, but when a person has as busy a life as I do, it sure does feel like it. Good night.

Harrumph.

Tonja

A poem I like

Solitude, Singing


Being alone is knowing
That in in this solitary splendour
Solitude, stark and staring,
Solitude, singing a lullaby
Solitude, singing a dirge
Surrounded by so many sundry things;
Things seen and unseen
Factors known and unknown
Solitude singing softly, chanting without ranting
Solitude’s songs that sing of solemn things

Silence singing golden songs
Silence healing ancient wrongs
If only silence could be
More than a memory
More than history
Silence can be more than words
Empty words echoing in an empty world
Echoing in empty valleys
Silence unspoken, unspoken, unbroken
Transfixed by time.

Rani Turton

Yikes!

You know that feeling when you feel like grabbing the book you are reading, ripping it into shreds, taking off all your clothes, running into the forest, screaming at the top of your lungs? Yeah. Me too...me too.

shwew!

Well, I have had a marathon run with school this past week. All four of the classes I am taking right now are rather labor intensive, and add that on to working full time, and having 4 kids and a house to care for....well, there almost wasn't time for it all. I actually asked myself more than once what the heck I thought I was doing. However, I got it done. Maybe not as well as I would have liked, but it was...good enough? Something inside me kind of cringes at those words. Shouldn't I be doing everything with excellence? I got a 92.5 on my English essay. My professor said "This is a very good essay. With a little more care, it could have been excellent". I know, but right now, very good is good enough for me. It would stress me out beyond my capacity to deal if I strove for the perfect paper right now. Perhaps I should have waited for a later time in life to go to school so I could have more time to devote to it, but I have taken the step to finish a degree, and I tell you, by hell or high water, I will finish it. Next summer, I do not think I will take classes. I have learned that I will need that time to decompress a bit. I am almost half through and I am still hanging on. God give me the strength to make it to the finish line!