Lisa M. Frame

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Searching for Shannon Miller: A Story of Balance

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Staying balanced sucks on any normal day. It’s even worse when you wake up running behind and continue be that way for the rest of the day.  Top it off with every single distracted driver possible, forgetting an important “date” and not being able to just find any peace?

Well, it sucks.

How do you find balance? That all important me time? Quiet time, that if you don’t get, will cause you to run around your house maniacally, waving a white flag in surrender. If I’m not careful, my husband will come home and find me in the corner fetal, sucking my thumb, wildly clinging to my Claire Huxtable ideals and wishing someone would force a bottle of Fume Blanc down my throat.

My best balancers are a swim in the tub and marking things off of my to-do list. It also includes caring for my family, being a supportive friend and keeping my spirituality in check. Needless to say, if one things gets out of balance, it can be a precarious situation.

 

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So, tomorrow I am taking the day off from being online for at least 1/2 the day and recentering myself and setting priorities. Also, it will be nice to for quiet. There will be no telephone, no tv, no internet. Just me.

Contemplation. Concentration. Centered.  There will be yoga, meditation, prayer, quiet and me.

After all, if I am feeling balanced and happy, everything else falls into place effortlessly.

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Holy Hot Flashes Bat Man

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Hot flashes are hell. There, I said it. Sorry if you don’t want it too personal, but right now my life has been seriously disrupted and it’s all due to my hormones. Oh, it doesn’t affect how I work or how I do things with my family.

However, when I am sitting on my sofa and I break a sweat, yet my house feels like a meat locker? Not good. My face was puce in color, clothing stuck to me and I seriously thought I was dying. My husband looked a wee bit confused as I don’t run marathons and while I’m not an Irish Wolfhound, was certainly panting like either one was part of my DNA.

I think he might have gotten a little turned on had I not frightened him with the maniacal look in my eyes and my raspy voice barking “ice water, now”. Maybe I should have thrown in “maggot” for that something special. It would make it much more drill sargentish. Plus, he likes Clint Eastwood and I kinda sorta sound like him now.

But, being the overheated, under-cooled drama queen I am turning into, he bought me what has to be the best gift ever. Well, at least in my peri-menopausal, PCOS inhabited life.

A new fan.

While I’m not super materialistic, I think I am in love with this inanimate object. It stands phallus-like in the corner of my living room….if you could find a 4ft tall penis that salutes you with a cool breeze and eight different settings.

Did I mention the remote control?

So, while diamonds might be most girls best friends, tonight mine is a fan made by Honeywell. It will cool me when I need cooling and after the next hot flash has subsided, I can just turn my little friend off and give it a break from the torturous task I have given in.

Unlike my husband, who gloats after taking out the garbage… once…

Starr the Big Wisher by threeredtrees on Etsy

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My friend Stacey produces these gorgeous sock dogs and let me tell you, I love them more and more each day! If I could collect them all, I would! Best part? 10% of every Original Sock Dog Adoption benefits the Humane Society of Greater Kansas City.

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A couple of scary days

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I haven’t been able to rest since last Thursday. My son has been very sick.  What started out as a sinus infection morphed into nearly needing antibiotics via IV.  He is more prone to sinus infections due to his allergy issues.  So, it really sucks that he has been so sick, because compound it with the time of year, it’s just been a mess to say the least. 

After a 60 hours floating between 102 and 104, we are down to about 100 tonight and have held steady since about 2 a.m.. Momma is wiped and Peanut is wiped. So is Daddy. We haven’t been sleeping and I am hoping after I post this, I can go catch about 6 hours of solid shut eye.
How?
Grandma. You have got to love Grandma’s who postpone trips home after visiting my aunt and grandma to come here and stay. She is cuddled up in bed with Peanut, not letting him too far out of her sight. She’s also a trauma nurse and was scared shitless. She starts thinking about things that need to be looked at when it’s so bad.  Like, does he have a brain abscess?  That sort of thing.  
So, I am going to rest easy tonight and try and sleep soundly, not in a doze and wake up tomorrow ready for the week and more time with a gorgeous fella I call Peanut.
Well, he’s not so little now, but when I look at him, there are times, I only see this, and suspect it will always be that way.

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