What am I like?

My Personal Dna Report


Interesting survey. Apparently, I am an "attentive curator". Huh.

some photographs.

Just playin' with the camera...

Near a Year Off the Ball!

It has been almost a year since we made the move to Cali. It has been fabulous in some areas. We are two blocks from my mom, the ocean/beach(I can see it from my bed), beautiful landscape, mountains. It has, for me, been VERY difficult in other areas. I don't hang out with my best friend(rarely can we talk on the phone), or my mother-in-law, I don't live close to the boys school anymore, haven't found my place in church service yet, can't get to the library, lost my focus, my purpose, don't have a close network of "iron sharpens iron, spur each other on in Godly mothering"...I guess that is what I am grieving the most. Stacy is my iron! It didn't matter what was going on hanging out together with or without kids or husbands, was always on the list. We went through a time where both of our husbands had things to do on Monday nights...and with a combined 8 sons and daughters and one nephew, why not get together and do life! We alternated weeks at eachother's house for dinner, baths, reading and some chaos in between...but because we were doing it together it created lasting memories for us and the kids. I have countless times like that I could mention. My point is, my roots are drying up! I am sort of uninspired. Stranded here in this town. I keep trying to convince myself that this is a sweet little town, maybe it used to be. When I was oblivious to the actual happenings. Pray for me to get back on the ball, get back in the game...find more iron.

landscape

The house we live in comes with gardeners. What little yard we have really needs work every month. They mow and edge the grass along the fence and keep up with our jasmine and pretty pink flowery bush(technical term). Well, they are here today.

Just recently I was saying to myself, "Self, that jasmine is beautiful!!! I like how it looks semi over grown!" I remembered then that God made that flower/bush. So, fragrant...so dazzling!

Cut back to the gardeners. They have masacred my jasmine!!!!! I know, that is what you are supposed to do...pruning or whatever. But it hurts! Now its all short and stubby. Still fragrant and dazzling...and has so much hope for a better, healthier life now that it has been maintained. They could've just let it grow and then what? It would have taken over the world...it would've gotten infested with weeds and then you wouldn't even know which one was supposed to be the flower.

God does that! To me. To His children. Pruning, I mean. He is in it for the long haul, the big picture...and that doesn't involve letting me go. That involves a ton of careful, perfect gardening!

Happy kidney infection day!

So, yesterday was mother's day. I spent it in bed with a fever and all the symptoms of a kidney infection. (which were sporadic all of last week) I couldn't take it and called my mom (Matt and the boys went surfing to give me some quiet nap time...sweet!) and we headed off the the Ventura ER. We brought Calvin with us because he had a fever and drainage from his ear. So, two for one at the emergency room. Weird though, that we would both go down on the same day with two unrelated illnesses.

Stephanie Lundy Dx: Pyelonephritis(kidney infection)
Calvin Lundy Dx: Otitis Media(middle ear infection)/Perforated Tympanic Membrane

We are both on tons of medication, and hopefully on the way to recovery!!!!! Who has time to be sick?!

Memory? Two

Here is a link that I found in my researching memory today. Check it out...fascinating!

Memory?

I know...It has been a super long time since my last post. Just haven't felt inspired. Mostly because our computer is in the shop. We are using one now that Mom gave us from work. (Thanks Mom!)

Tough for me to be off-line! I have really come to enjoy my connectedness.

So, thought for the day for me (and I suppose for the last month) How does memory work? Not in my computer, but in the human brain. Some people remember every detail of their childhood, others remember bits and pieces, and still others have memories that for one reason or another have been pushed to a vault in the mind only to leak out at random times. As if they have been triggered. For me, it calls into question the validity of any memories. Are they true? Did "that" really happen? Or was it the perception of the memory holder? What was the context? Or the sequence of "events"?

I have been dealing, recently, with my own experiences and memories. Some sweet and lovely...some (that have just been released from the "vault") absolutely horrid! But at the end of the day, I end up with, "They are my story." What do I do with them? How do I heal? The stage I find myself in right now is...trying to put them back. That is what I do best. Something to think about.