<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014705948017503419</id><updated>2012-03-04T08:56:36.616-08:00</updated><category term='Reading'/><category term='Flirting'/><category term='Heat and MS'/><category term='Working'/><category term='Sid'/><category term='My puppy'/><category term='Best Way To Approach A Man'/><category term='I Love Post It Notes'/><category term='Animals'/><category term='Flu Shot'/><category term='Jogging'/><category term='Global Warming'/><category term='Medicines'/><category term='Ways to Beat Stress'/><category term='True Love'/><category term='Happy New Year'/><category term='Procrastinating'/><category term='Sid Vicious'/><category term='Painting my Toenails'/><category term='Migraine'/><category term='Diet'/><category term='I aced my final'/><category term='MS and Vitamin Supplements'/><category term='errands'/><category term='Jealousy'/><category term='Neurology Appointment'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Typos'/><category term='Puppies'/><category term='Flu and Cold'/><category term='Welcome Followers'/><category term='Michael Fassbender'/><category term='new job'/><category term='Time Management'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Disney Movies Lied To Me'/><category term='How to Find Love'/><category term='New Haircut'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Downton Abbey'/><category term='I Need Some Sleep'/><category term='Exercise'/><category term='school'/><category term='Gemini'/><category term='MS and Fatigue'/><category term='Animals and Healing'/><category term='John Lennon'/><category term='I sold out'/><category term='11-11-11'/><category term='Being more energetic'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Veteran&apos;s Day'/><category term='Triglycerides'/><category term='Cookies'/><category term='wish me luck'/><category term='I&apos;d rather have schadenfreude'/><category term='rude neighbors'/><category term='Dr Visits'/><category term='Kindle'/><category term='Robots'/><category term='Being Single'/><category term='Always Keep Going'/><category term='The Happiness Project'/><category term='Lazy Sunday'/><category term='Reading List'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='I Have Terrible Neighbors'/><category term='Stress'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='Where Do the Men Hang Out'/><category term='Garden Grove Library'/><category term='MS Symptoms'/><category term='organizing'/><category term='For your amusement'/><category term='Getting hit on by a random biker dude'/><category term='First day of blog'/><category term='I dress up my dog for Halloween'/><category term='Bridget Jones'/><category term='Multiple Sclerosis'/><category term='Coffee'/><category term='2012'/><category term='L.A. Times Crossword Puzzle'/><category term='Multiple Slcerosis'/><category term='Paul Rudd'/><category term='Rose Parade'/><category term='moving apartments'/><category term='You Gotta Be Able To Laugh At Yourself'/><category term='MS and Overheating'/><category term='New study'/><category term='Lesions'/><category term='Healthier in 2012'/><category term='Perleche'/><category term='Fatigue'/><category term='MRI'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='How do you Date'/><category term='Shyness'/><category term='Getting Out More Often'/><category term='The Muppets'/><category term='I&apos;m so Grateful'/><category term='Finding the Balance'/><category term='Blood Work'/><category term='Dating'/><category term='N-acetyl-glucosamine'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='I Buy My Own Damn Flowers'/><category term='MS Research'/><category term='Authors'/><category term='MS'/><category term='Autumn'/><category term='Yoga'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='My horoscope for 2011'/><category term='Vitamins'/><category term='Excited'/><category term='Anxiety'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='Cleaning'/><category term='I love Paul Rudd'/><category term='I&apos;m Awesome'/><category term='2012 Resolutions'/><category term='Healing'/><category term='I do dumb stuff all the time'/><category term='Plaque'/><category term='Things I&apos;m Thankful for'/><category term='Fatigue during the day'/><category term='Europe'/><category term='MS Twitch'/><category term='Books'/><category term='Crocheting'/><title type='text'>Ali's (Mis?)adventures With MS</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog about my life with Multiple Sclerosis. And what ever fun stuff pops into my pretty little head that day as well. Welcome. Pull up a chair and stay awhile....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Allison Blackburn</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101212809035405165894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X2010p96qH4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zm8tXq0OfJs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014705948017503419.post-5491178241012023908</id><published>2012-03-04T08:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T08:56:36.633-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving apartments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Multiple Sclerosis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rude neighbors'/><title type='text'>Moving Apartments Sucks!!!</title><content type='html'>Yep, I said it. I'll say it again: it SUCKS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Thanks. I needed that. Due to crappy people&amp;nbsp;above&amp;nbsp;me, I am not only starting a new job, I am looking for a new apartment. So, quick post, because I'm running around like a chicken with my head cut off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-650Mp6-T9-U/T1OdfDe-bAI/AAAAAAAAASQ/vvBQMQSfTEs/s1600/moving+sucks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-650Mp6-T9-U/T1OdfDe-bAI/AAAAAAAAASQ/vvBQMQSfTEs/s1600/moving+sucks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us hope the above picture proves to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job is going well. It's really nice to be back among people. Not that I didn't love being at home with my dog watching Law and Order: SVU&amp;nbsp;marathons. But it's nice to have someone answer in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the short post. Hi ho, hi ho, back to apartment hunting and packing I go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if anyone sees a single story two bedroom apartment for rent in Orange County, CA, let me know! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014705948017503419-5491178241012023908?l=agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/feeds/5491178241012023908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2012/03/moving-apartments-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/5491178241012023908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/5491178241012023908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2012/03/moving-apartments-sucks.html' title='Moving Apartments Sucks!!!'/><author><name>Allison Blackburn</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101212809035405165894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X2010p96qH4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zm8tXq0OfJs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-650Mp6-T9-U/T1OdfDe-bAI/AAAAAAAAASQ/vvBQMQSfTEs/s72-c/moving+sucks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014705948017503419.post-4084259102637577497</id><published>2012-02-24T16:49:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T16:49:48.145-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Multiple Sclerosis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Excited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time Management'/><title type='text'>I Told Ya 2012 Was Gonna Be My Year!</title><content type='html'>Okey-dokey, I have good news! Starting on Tuesday ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going back to work part-time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Go me! I will be working at my old place of employment, as a file clerk. They know all about the MS, so it wasn't a problem for me as far as letting them know I was sick. They were there and stood by me when I was diagnosed. It's a medical office. They know what MS is. It's a nice, easy, no-stress job and it's only part-time. Different from what I originally did there, which is way too stressful for me to go back to, but still among the amazing people I used to work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited, I can't even tell you! I've been out of the medical field for awhile now, but next week, I'll be rocking these again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-INbI4ihdi-I/T0gsvRadaYI/AAAAAAAAARw/gDDX7K2MRUA/s1600/scrub+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-INbI4ihdi-I/T0gsvRadaYI/AAAAAAAAARw/gDDX7K2MRUA/s1600/scrub+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Beautiful scrubs. I had to go buy new ones. Thanks Topamax for the lost poundage. That was a cool side effect that I appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so surreal to me that I'm going back. When I was diagnosed and tried to go back about a month or two later; I was so sick, I just couldn't do it. Finally, seven years later, I am finally feeling halfway back to normal. Which is awesome for anyone with Multiple Sclerosis. I think this is a great thing too because it will get me out of the house. If you have a job to go to, you spend your time more effectively. Instead of watching Teen Mom 2 marathons all day, maybe I'll get at least one chore done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if the blogs slow down, you at least know why. I aim to keep them up, but I don't like to make promises I can't keep. I will still blog, it just may be less frequently. Then again, maybe they'll pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, who knows, maybe I'll meet a cute sales rep and have something fun to tell you! Keep your fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014705948017503419-4084259102637577497?l=agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/feeds/4084259102637577497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-told-ya-2012-was-gonna-be-my-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/4084259102637577497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/4084259102637577497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-told-ya-2012-was-gonna-be-my-year.html' title='I Told Ya 2012 Was Gonna Be My Year!'/><author><name>Allison Blackburn</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101212809035405165894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X2010p96qH4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zm8tXq0OfJs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-INbI4ihdi-I/T0gsvRadaYI/AAAAAAAAARw/gDDX7K2MRUA/s72-c/scrub+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014705948017503419.post-247100779934576795</id><published>2012-02-17T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T12:21:49.225-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finding the Balance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Multiple Sclerosis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Gotta Be Able To Laugh At Yourself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sid Vicious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MS and Fatigue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gemini'/><title type='text'>Finding My Balance Again</title><content type='html'>First things first- yes, I have annoyingly changed the name of my blog. AGAIN! I'm a Gemini and obviously very&amp;nbsp;indecisive. I pretty much changed it back to what it was originally, but with the addition of my name so it&amp;nbsp;starts&amp;nbsp;with an "A". The "A" also stands for "&lt;u&gt;AWESOME"!!!&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; And, I admit, this keeps it apart from all the other blogs about Multiple Sclerosis that start with an "M". Tune in next week folks to see what else I change my mind about. Will it be the name of my blog (probably not since I just did that), will I become a &amp;nbsp;blonde (I kinda doubt it, but never say never), or will I just change the color of my toenail polish (if you're the betting kind- I'd choose that one).&lt;br /&gt;I also joined Google +. What does that mean? As soon as I figure out what on Earth I'm doing on there and how to use it- I'll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto the blog.&lt;br /&gt;Apologies about the rant on my last post. I just really need to find a new apartment.&amp;nbsp;It's frustrating when you want to get so many things accomplished and you can't- because you have inconsiderate neighbors who interrupt your sleep constantly.&lt;br /&gt;I want to wake up early and work out so I can get my&amp;nbsp;triglycerides&amp;nbsp;down, as well as improve my general health. But I need more rest.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to go back to work part time and feel like a contributing member of society. But I can't even begin to focus on that right now while I'm stressing. And get I need to get more rest.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be just a generally more active person. I know I'll never be a gung-ho go-getter who can do a million things in a day like some amazing people I know. I envy them and their vivacity, get-up-and-go, motivation, and plain old energy. Yeah, I used a Thesaurus. Shush, I'm tired. I ran out of synonyms. I just want 1/4 of the energy that a normal person has; and I would have, if it wasn't for those meddling kids. Oh wait... that's Scooby-Doo. I mean those noisy upstairs neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5WCBK8A4i8w/Tz8FGkb_iiI/AAAAAAAAAMM/_z6msQesc7A/s1600/scooby+doo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5WCBK8A4i8w/Tz8FGkb_iiI/AAAAAAAAAMM/_z6msQesc7A/s1600/scooby+doo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, went off on a tangent. Now where was my poor scattered brain again? Oh yes. I was able to work out this morning. Did a little yoga. Kinda tipped over while doing a twist in a warrior pose. Kinda scared my poor dog. It was actually really funny. I laughed out loud. At MYSELF! Now how many people can say that about their day-to-day-lives? I was never in any danger, I can assure you... I almost always tip over&amp;nbsp;while doing&amp;nbsp;yoga. Especially when doing twists. That, I definitely blame on the MS. I used to be a Varsity&amp;nbsp;Song-Leader in High School.&amp;nbsp;I have dancing skills dammit. I &lt;u&gt;used&lt;/u&gt; to have balance skills. Well, better balance skills than I have now. Here's what the crescent half moon pose should IDEALLY look like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wXhgk3OXtsg/Tz8H6bSyyAI/AAAAAAAAAMU/cfeEJlJWDy0/s1600/half-moon-sara-ivanhoe-150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wXhgk3OXtsg/Tz8H6bSyyAI/AAAAAAAAAMU/cfeEJlJWDy0/s1600/half-moon-sara-ivanhoe-150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here's the link to an article on how to do the pose, by Sara Ivanhoe, my favorite yoga instructor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.health.com/health/article/0,,20411838,00.html"&gt;http://www.health.com/health/article/0,,20411838,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;Try it, if you are able, just for kicks! Let me know how you do!! Be very careful though... and maybe move any nearby&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;tables. By the way, Sara Ivanhoe's following me on Twitter. Eeek!! I'm so stoked!! I feel so popular!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing my yoga today and getting back on a schedule was a good thing for me. I feel better, like I can do things again. I have to remind myself that no matter what stresses arise in my life- nothing is more important than my health. If you have your health- you have everything. So daily yoga, watch out. I will be knocking crap off of my coffee table and scaring poor Sid much more frequently. And I'll feel much better for it. Namaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quick Update:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/b&gt;My Google + name is Ali Bab. if you have problems finding me, please send me a message. I'm new to it too. But I believe you can find me by that... I hope. I'm also on Pinterest now, but I'm on there by my full name, so you have to message me for that and then I can give you the link. Happy Saturday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rQgOiiVodOs/Tz_eyIZUoaI/AAAAAAAAAM8/WLdOkU-TqpM/s1600/mmm+food.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rQgOiiVodOs/Tz_eyIZUoaI/AAAAAAAAAM8/WLdOkU-TqpM/s320/mmm+food.jpg" width="170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014705948017503419-247100779934576795?l=agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/feeds/247100779934576795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2012/02/finding-my-balance-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/247100779934576795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/247100779934576795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2012/02/finding-my-balance-again.html' title='Finding My Balance Again'/><author><name>Allison Blackburn</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101212809035405165894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X2010p96qH4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zm8tXq0OfJs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5WCBK8A4i8w/Tz8FGkb_iiI/AAAAAAAAAMM/_z6msQesc7A/s72-c/scooby+doo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014705948017503419.post-6991284898149379768</id><published>2012-02-13T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T14:38:29.790-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Multiple Sclerosis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fatigue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Need Some Sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anxiety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Have Terrible Neighbors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MS and Fatigue'/><title type='text'>I'm So Tired; But I'm Trying to Put on a Happy Face!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: inherit;"&gt;As anyone with MS knows, you get fatigued ALL of the time. Sleep? Eight hours is a bare&amp;nbsp;minimum to be a functioning human being the next day.&amp;nbsp;For me, personally, to get through the day- I like a good nine hours. Unfortunately, I have upstairs neighbors from hell and with all the ridiculous amount of noise that they make- I've been getting about six hours a night. No bueno. No bueno at all!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: inherit;"&gt;My upstairs neighbors (there are three, a mom, a dad, and kid about 5) are the worst. They stomp. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! They take about five showers a day. She cleans every day. Starting at 7 a.m.!! Vacuuming, doing like 3 loads of wash in the community laundry room a day, and she mops all the time. It's a small two bedroom apartment, same layout as mine. She also opens and closes the closet doors about five times at 6 am when she's looking for something for her kid to wear. If you can't find it- here's an idea: leave the door open! It's fraying my nerves.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;I had to go to the office and complain today. I said I feel as though they are trying to intimidate me out of the apartment that I have lived in for longer than they've been here. I also told the manager that I have MS and I &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;NEED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; my sleep. I'm not being lazy. Oh, and when I shower, the evil witch goes into the bathroom and bangs doors and drops crap in the shower. Freaking me out!! What the hell? So darn rude!! The manager, at least, completely agreed with me and they are getting a letter of warning. I will continue to complain until they stop. If they don't stop, hopefully they get kicked out. You would think that people would know that A) you live in an apartment and B) you live in the upstairs apartment. Maybe you should watch your noise level. But people have no common sense.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;So, I've been trying to do a lot of things, but they've all been put on hold because of these extremely rude neighbors. I'll let you know if they shut up. Or if they move (crossing fingers).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: inherit;"&gt;This saying totally fits me at the moment. It was this or an expletive filled rant about rude neighbors.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dF8qzCqrt7M/TzmIbNVx-BI/AAAAAAAAAMA/-3MQGpFUhy4/s1600/so+true.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dF8qzCqrt7M/TzmIbNVx-BI/AAAAAAAAAMA/-3MQGpFUhy4/s320/so+true.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: inherit;"&gt;There is a great site filled with passive-aggressive&amp;nbsp;notes to neighbors. Here's the link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.happyplace.com/3941/the-most-entertaining-obnoxious-or-completely-insane-notes-written-to-neighbors"&gt;http://www.happyplace.com/3941/the-most-entertaining-obnoxious-or-completely-insane-notes-written-to-neighbors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Until then, I'll just keep my head up and keep thinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Gray skies are gonna clear up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;Put on a happy face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="text-align: -webkit-center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;Brush off the clouds and cheer up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="text-align: -webkit-center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;Put on a happy face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;And spread sunshine all over the place, just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="text-align: -webkit-center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;Put on a happy face!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: inherit; text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: inherit; text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;Unless they keep waking me up. Then, it's on. Just kidding. I also don't know what happened to the background color. It's because I'm so damn tired. Blergh. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014705948017503419-6991284898149379768?l=agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/feeds/6991284898149379768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2012/02/im-so-tired-but-im-trying-to-put-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/6991284898149379768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/6991284898149379768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2012/02/im-so-tired-but-im-trying-to-put-on.html' title='I&apos;m So Tired; But I&apos;m Trying to Put on a Happy Face!'/><author><name>Allison Blackburn</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101212809035405165894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X2010p96qH4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zm8tXq0OfJs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dF8qzCqrt7M/TzmIbNVx-BI/AAAAAAAAAMA/-3MQGpFUhy4/s72-c/so+true.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014705948017503419.post-7552972740334561126</id><published>2012-02-07T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T18:23:12.797-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neurology Appointment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Haircut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Multiple Sclerosis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MRI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Buy My Own Damn Flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Fassbender'/><title type='text'>My New Hair, Latest Neurology Appointment and My Dream Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;So, it is that time of the year again. As I write this, it is the 7th of February, so Valentine's Day is in exactly one week. It has got to be my least favorite holiday of them all. If you're in a relationship- you have a ton of pressure about what you're supposed to do for that day. Going out to dinner is a nightmare. A million others are doing the same thing. If you are single- Hallmark and all the other companies make you feel like a total loser. Well not this year Hallmark! I reject your idea of a commercialized lovey-dovey holiday! I bought myself some chocolate and some tulips (my favorite flower) and I sent cards to those in my life that I love. I have no problem with love. I LOVE, love. How could you not? But it comes in many shapes and sizes. I send my 89 year Nana a Valentine because she rocks and she loves me more than anyone in the world. Except my dog. No offense to friends and loved ones, I know you all love me, but you get the point. So, Sid, the amazing dog, will be my Valentine and I will eat chocolate that I bought myself. And do whatever the hell I want that day. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1O_QWuZhIqI/TzHVM6xGyHI/AAAAAAAAALY/9H1iWVu827k/s1600/IMG-20120207-00369.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1O_QWuZhIqI/TzHVM6xGyHI/AAAAAAAAALY/9H1iWVu827k/s320/IMG-20120207-00369.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm feeling pretty rocking and damn good about myself since my amazing cousin did my hair. I went back to brunette (the color I was born with) and am rocking some awesome bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ux1K01K-IRI/TzHWDPpRH4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/vVSd3qEHylI/s1600/DSC00094c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ux1K01K-IRI/TzHWDPpRH4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/vVSd3qEHylI/s320/DSC00094c.JPG" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yep, I'm feeling a lot better. What a difference a haircut can make. Plus that stupid cold seems to have finally run it's course (knock on wood). Look out boys (okay, men, boys just sounds better) Allison is single and ready to mingle. God, I'm a dork. I need to find a hot dorky man. He must exist, right? Right?!? I also wouldn't complain if he looked something like.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WCQ_kLrmYjQ/TzHVh3nNYxI/AAAAAAAAALg/HRP2eWtFjGM/s1600/IMG-20120207-00367.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WCQ_kLrmYjQ/TzHVh3nNYxI/AAAAAAAAALg/HRP2eWtFjGM/s320/IMG-20120207-00367.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The ever so scrumptious Michael Fassbender. Or as TMZ called him, Michael Fenderbender. Yep, he could cause a lot of those when people are looking at him. I had my Neurology appointment today and on the way home I stopped at Barnes &amp;amp; Nobles and spent my Christmas gift card on the Interview magazine with him on the cover. Well spent, I must say. I also got a book. I'm also intellectual, not only obsessed with MF's beauty. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Neurology appointment went well. I have to go in for my MRI soon. No big deal. I just fear going in for them because I feel really good at the moment. I don't want to see any new lesions and get bummed out by it. So, I'll keep thinking positive thoughts and keep in mind that if there are any new lesions, they must be in a part of my brain that I don't use. Although I like to think I use a lot of it and that's why I got the damn MS in the&amp;nbsp;first&amp;nbsp;place. Cause my brain's so big it was pushing up against the skull. Just a theory, Let me have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time readers, stay strong, and may you find love wherever you look for it. And if you don't find it- make your own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014705948017503419-7552972740334561126?l=agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/feeds/7552972740334561126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-new-hair-latest-neurology.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/7552972740334561126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/7552972740334561126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-new-hair-latest-neurology.html' title='My New Hair, Latest Neurology Appointment and My Dream Valentine'/><author><name>Allison Blackburn</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101212809035405165894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X2010p96qH4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zm8tXq0OfJs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1O_QWuZhIqI/TzHVM6xGyHI/AAAAAAAAALY/9H1iWVu827k/s72-c/IMG-20120207-00369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014705948017503419.post-2448224699866093161</id><published>2012-02-01T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T15:49:36.877-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being more energetic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fatigue during the day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Fassbender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MS and Fatigue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MS'/><title type='text'>I think I Might Be a Zombie</title><content type='html'>For me, my brain feels like it's at its peak performance at about 6 to 9 p.m. Unfortunately, the rest of the world is not set up to run that way. I really kinda hate it. I wish I was a morning person, I really, really do.&amp;nbsp;But I never get going until at least noon and then I feel like the best of the day has passed me by.&amp;nbsp;Before noon, I just feel like a zombie.&amp;nbsp;I always have errands, Dr. appointments, just day-to-day things to do that must be done- during daylight hours. So it sucks. Why is it that as I'm chilling at home at 7 p.m., I feel like I could take on the world? Is it the MS? Is it because I know I can't actually go out and do stuff at that hour? Like a reverse psychology thing? And then of course, there's the annoying fact that after spending all day trying to wake up, by the time it's 8 p.m. and I do feel like I'm FULLY here; I take forever to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XQq07c7dnFE/TynJoCQEmpI/AAAAAAAAAIs/v4-eIP_Fl8E/s1600/zombies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XQq07c7dnFE/TynJoCQEmpI/AAAAAAAAAIs/v4-eIP_Fl8E/s1600/zombies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking into ways to overcome this. I'm trying to get up and get moving in the morning, rather than staying in bed, watching Good Day L.A. and getting nothing&amp;nbsp;accomplished except&amp;nbsp;probably killing off brain cells that I cannot afford to lose. I know this also sounds like I'm complaining and I really don't want to do that either. I want this blog to be a happy place. Happy thoughts. Puppies and kitties(cute!). Chocolate(yummy!) Michael Fassbender(cute AND yummy!!). Not blogs about things that will bum people out. I just have these thoughts that run through my head at night(when my brain runs the best) and I need somewhere to voice them. Vent them. Same difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be the only person out there that&amp;nbsp;functions&amp;nbsp;the best during prime-time hours. Who knows, maybe that's just how I would be, MS or not. There's also the possibility that I feel the best at that time because I'm the most relaxed then? For instance, tonight, that's when Modern Family is on and I'm laughing and not worried about getting anything done? It's a working theory. I know I'm definitely not the best person at handling any kind of stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also not as if I cannot function during the day. I can and do. It's just that where I feel like I'm functioning at 75% at 1 p.m., it feels like I'm at a full 100% at 8 p.m. I'll try to keep track of what is causing this, if I can figure it out, and if I can do anything to make it better and then let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing better about blogging. I've just been telling myself to write, even if it's supremely boring. It's also helped me get out and actually do things! Even stay in and work out, just to do &lt;u&gt;something&lt;/u&gt;. It's a great motivator, having a blog. I still have a bit of that flu, so I'm still taking it pretty easy. The flu has&amp;nbsp;nothing&amp;nbsp;to do with my fatigue during the day either. Well, I'm sure it doesn't help, but the fatigue has always been there. Hopefully, just as trying to blog more often has been successful, trying to be more energetic during the day will take hold too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a busy rest of the week. Taking someone else to the Dr. and then I get to go have my hair done. I'm super excited for that. So, until I blog again, I leave you with Michael Fassbender and puppy photos. You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qRNtWJRdaZo/TynKVTiMuqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8EfNVdd-SYA/s1600/fblog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qRNtWJRdaZo/TynKVTiMuqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8EfNVdd-SYA/s320/fblog.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TQVvlDUwuA/TynKaDNlHCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/32LNSnVYQlw/s1600/puppies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TQVvlDUwuA/TynKaDNlHCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/32LNSnVYQlw/s1600/puppies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014705948017503419-2448224699866093161?l=agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/feeds/2448224699866093161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-think-i-might-be-zombie.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/2448224699866093161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/2448224699866093161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-think-i-might-be-zombie.html' title='I think I Might Be a Zombie'/><author><name>Allison Blackburn</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101212809035405165894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X2010p96qH4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zm8tXq0OfJs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XQq07c7dnFE/TynJoCQEmpI/AAAAAAAAAIs/v4-eIP_Fl8E/s72-c/zombies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014705948017503419.post-4705381536923206370</id><published>2012-01-28T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T00:02:32.938-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Happiness Project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garden Grove Library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting Out More Often'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Painting my Toenails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MS'/><title type='text'>What is Happiness to You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;“Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;―&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/61105.Dr_Seuss" style="background-color: white; color: #666600; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dr. Seuss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you happy? Are you generally a pessimist or an optimist? Sometimes happiness shows up as soon as we wake up,&amp;nbsp;some&amp;nbsp;days we never feel completely happy. So, I was running around yesterday doing some errands I was thinking about it. What makes me happy? When am I the happiest? I'm also reading a book called &lt;u&gt;The Happiness Project&lt;/u&gt; by Gretchen Rubin, so I'm sure that played into it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I am a pretty happy person. I would say I'm an optimist and happy 97% of the time. Give me my dog and a book to read and I am set for a good day. I also had to paint my toenails yesterday and I realized, painting my&amp;nbsp;toenails&amp;nbsp;makes me happy. The fact that I CAN &amp;nbsp;paint my toenails makes me happy. The bright colors brighten my day when I see my cute toes in flip flops. And on a day like yesterday when it hit 85* here, I was wearing flip-flops, so seeing those cute little bright red cute toes made me supremely happy. I used a red color call Racey Rouge. How could that not brighten your day, I ask? Here's a pic of my "Racey Rouged" toes in front of Sid last night. Yes, I'm&amp;nbsp;pointing&amp;nbsp;my toes funny so that you can see the color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IhHlPryF6Po/TyQtcKpb13I/AAAAAAAAAIE/lWr3-qoxEms/s1600/IMG-20120128-00328.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IhHlPryF6Po/TyQtcKpb13I/AAAAAAAAAIE/lWr3-qoxEms/s320/IMG-20120128-00328.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, I was&amp;nbsp;running&amp;nbsp;around doing errands, and one of those was taking Sid to the groomer's. While I was waiting for him I went by my old work and I even went by Starbucks, picked up a Frappacino (thanks Christmas gift card!) and then stopped by the Garden Grove Library. I used to go there all the time as a kid with my mom and we would take bread to feed the ducks. The ducks are still there, being fed by a new generation of moms and kids, and they even have geese, roosters, and special ducks that aren't the normal Mallards that I'm used to. I was sitting there reading&amp;nbsp;and an older man came up to me and he told me they even get a crane. He also told me that the roosters are there because the GG Police confiscated them from a house (they're illegal here because of the noise and because people do cock fighting) and the cops decided that the library was the best place for them. It's a good deal for them now. It's where I'D want to go. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QZ0hfdloXjs/TyQt_sWnk7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/kLnksZx6Ov0/s1600/IMG-20120126-00313.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QZ0hfdloXjs/TyQt_sWnk7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/kLnksZx6Ov0/s320/IMG-20120126-00313.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I took Sid to the groomer's and now he looks and smells likes a brand new dog. And with my&amp;nbsp;newly&amp;nbsp;painted toes, I feel like a new woman. I spent some time with old co-workers and at a place full of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tTJwI1AeJUQ/TyQt1P4e2gI/AAAAAAAAAIU/b3MdsXPTQW0/s1600/IMG-20120126-00322.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tTJwI1AeJUQ/TyQt1P4e2gI/AAAAAAAAAIU/b3MdsXPTQW0/s320/IMG-20120126-00322.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my question to you, my dear readers:&lt;br /&gt;What makes you happy? Big or small? Whether it helps you get your mind off MS or whether you are perfectly healthy? I'm very interested to hear what makes your day brighter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014705948017503419-4705381536923206370?l=agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/feeds/4705381536923206370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-is-happiness-to-you.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/4705381536923206370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/4705381536923206370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-is-happiness-to-you.html' title='What is Happiness to You?'/><author><name>Allison Blackburn</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101212809035405165894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X2010p96qH4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zm8tXq0OfJs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IhHlPryF6Po/TyQtcKpb13I/AAAAAAAAAIE/lWr3-qoxEms/s72-c/IMG-20120128-00328.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014705948017503419.post-7485291198681501102</id><published>2012-01-23T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T16:10:45.598-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downton Abbey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crocheting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Fassbender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MS and Fatigue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flu and Cold'/><title type='text'>So, Where Was I? Oh Yeah... Blergh...</title><content type='html'>Blergh is the only way to describe how I have unfortunately been feeling since the New Year started. Resolutions? What resolutions? I've barely been able to think about them because I've been fighting a damn flu/cold that just will NOT go away since the beginning of the year. Blergh. I'll start to feel better and then- blammo! Feeling sick again. I missed a lot of things because of it. I'm sneezing as I type this, but I'm sick and tired of feeling sick and tired. Okay, pity party over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very sorry that after all my grand plans to blog more... I haven't. I had nothing to talk about and I really lacked the energy to get up and do it- even it something amazing had happened. Like Michael Fassbender crawling out of my TV screen. (A girl can dream right?) Actually, I could&amp;nbsp;probably&amp;nbsp;do a whole blog on him and how beautiful he is. And no, I did not just jump on that band-wagon. I have loved him since I first saw him on Hex on BBC America. For my 32nd birthday, I made my friends go with me to see X-Men: First Class. MMM, Michael Fassbender. But I know that there's absolutely no point in having a blog about living with MS and then leaving people without reading anything. Then again, if you have MS, you know how easy it is to stay in bed and watch Michael Fassbender movies instead of making&amp;nbsp;yourself&amp;nbsp;get up and do something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what have I been doing, you might be asking? Crocheting and watching Downton Abbey. Yep. Crazy cat lady, here I come. I'm almost done with an afghan for a friend. I'm only about a year behind. Whoops.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did manage to get up and do a little yoga this morning. Was that a good idea? I don't know yet. I am proud of myself for doing it though. It's so gloomy and rainy today. If there was ever a day to stay in bed and watch some Masterpiece Theater, it would be today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be resting up and crocheting, trying to get better. It's pouring cats and dogs. It should be easy to rest up today. I hope everyone is feeling good and healthy and that if you made any resolutions of your own, I hope you have been able to stick to them better than I have. Happy Monday readers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These photos were added at 4:02 P.M. I blame my cold. I just want to show that even with my MS and my horrid balance... I do pretty well on my Wii. Wiiiii!!! Sorry, my little brother and I always have to do that when we say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first pic is my Wii Fit age: 24. Not my best, but not too bad. The best has been 20. 12 years younger. Gulp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N8fe2CYJ9zQ/Tx31oI0b3KI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9Rt7b5uzSAs/s1600/wii.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N8fe2CYJ9zQ/Tx31oI0b3KI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9Rt7b5uzSAs/s320/wii.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On the Dual Balance Test, I am just lucky if I can complete it. Today I did it in 28.39 out of 30 seconds. Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E3fm9JoAiJc/Tx31wUKWcAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/be8Uh37Q9F4/s1600/DSC00059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E3fm9JoAiJc/Tx31wUKWcAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/be8Uh37Q9F4/s320/DSC00059.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And finally, the Single-Leg Test. Yep, I hold on to the entertainment center. The Wii says I'm allowed to. So shush. I scored 99%. I'm proud. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hBrAcsKtpJw/Tx31cwQ9UxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/f9qFTXEdBiw/s1600/DSC00058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hBrAcsKtpJw/Tx31cwQ9UxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/f9qFTXEdBiw/s320/DSC00058.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014705948017503419-7485291198681501102?l=agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/feeds/7485291198681501102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-where-was-i-oh-yeah-blergh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/7485291198681501102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/7485291198681501102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-where-was-i-oh-yeah-blergh.html' title='So, Where Was I? 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Blergh...'/><author><name>Allison Blackburn</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101212809035405165894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X2010p96qH4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zm8tXq0OfJs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N8fe2CYJ9zQ/Tx31oI0b3KI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9Rt7b5uzSAs/s72-c/wii.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014705948017503419.post-4078966107933033026</id><published>2012-01-02T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T16:10:05.910-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MS Research'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healthier in 2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy New Year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012 Resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crocheting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rose Parade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MS'/><title type='text'>I'm a Driver, I'm a Winner; Things Are Gonna Change, I Can Feel It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY 2012!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the Rose Parade aired today, instead of on the first, I feel that I'm not technically late with my first blog of 2012! What's that you say? An excuse?? Maybe... But seriously, it doesn't feel like a new year until those pretty floats are on my screen and I'm watching Bob Eubanks and Stephanie Edwards tell me that they hold the parade on a Monday instead of yesterday, a Sunday, because the horses used to get spooked by the church bells on Sundays. There's also a legend that the parade has an agreement with God not to hold it on a Sunday and in return, it will never rain on the parade; but a few years ago it sure poured on poor Stephanie Edwards when they put her on the street. Thankfully, people threw a fit and she's hosting again. I'm glad, I hated seeing her in that pouring rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyhoo, I figure today starts the actual new year. Plus, it's a leap year. An extra day, right? And I have a bit of a cold. I debated heavily about getting out from under the covers at all. But 80* on January 2nd will make you want to. (Seriously, what on Earth is up with this weather?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now down to business:&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday season!! I had a wonderful Thanksgiving and Christmas. Sid did too. Santa left him some bones under the tree. Check out the pic of him waiting for Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t08LBi1H2VY/TwICJhRGN3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Ey1znY0HjCk/s1600/IMG-20111224-00301.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t08LBi1H2VY/TwICJhRGN3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Ey1znY0HjCk/s320/IMG-20111224-00301.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And family members sent him a ton too! I got some wonderful gifts too, just as I always do. My Nana is better than Santa. Sorry, Santa. Speaking of which, those two amazing gift givers ran into each other this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HLpwfR_4p9Y/TwICok9H9aI/AAAAAAAAAFo/18OcGtoe-BU/s1600/IMG-20111209-00268.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HLpwfR_4p9Y/TwICok9H9aI/AAAAAAAAAFo/18OcGtoe-BU/s320/IMG-20111209-00268.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Santa at the MainPlace Mall in Santa Ana was amazing! My Nana is 89 and when I saw that Santa happened to have no kids in line (I know, how often does that happen?) I asked him to come take a picture with her. She called me a stinker, but I know she secretly loved it. I even had the picture put on a coffee mug. One of my favorite moments ever! All in all, a great Christmas. Next year I am not making cookies as gifts though.&amp;nbsp;Waaay too much stress!! I think I'll do the crocheted ornaments again, but I'm starting now! No rushing throughout December! They turned out pretty well. It's definitely a case of the more I do it, the better I am. If I haven't crocheted in a few months, it takes awhile to get back to it. Here's a pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uLFEoWbMBUk/TwIHApQoMZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/W5aF-k8OAxA/s1600/IMG-20111223-00295.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uLFEoWbMBUk/TwIHApQoMZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/W5aF-k8OAxA/s320/IMG-20111223-00295.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made some resolutions for the new year. I hate calling them that though. Let's call them guidelines. And no, I'm not sharing them all with you. Sorry. Some are personal, some are just downright nerdy, and I kinda believe that I'll be more likely to keep them if I have less pressure on me to do so. I know, usually it's the other way around, but not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I will share &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;THREE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; with you (aren't you lucky!) ;-)&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blog More!-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;There's no reason to blog as&amp;nbsp;infrequently&amp;nbsp;as I do, except for pure laziness and the fact that I do not do enough interesting things to blog about...&amp;nbsp;which brings us to&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do More Interesting Things!-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Maybe I'll meet some cool people AND I'll have better things to blog about. Less abstract ideas; more, here's the cool thing that happened to me yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Get Healthier-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;This includes a multitude of things, from working out more, varying my workouts, eating better, reading up and doing more&amp;nbsp;research&amp;nbsp;about MS, to even finally getting a wisdom tooth pulled (ugh). This is a never-ending resolution and I'm okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's all I'm sharing with you. I will get on it. Starting today! I did already do a new blog entry, didn't I? Go me! 1 down! Kinda. As I said, they're more guidelines for the year, not "resolutions".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I leave you with this, Happy New Year's to all and welcome to my new readers! How awesome was it to come back after a month's hiatus to new readers! And when I check my stats, I see that people from all over the world have checked out my blog. I am truly humbled! I hope to do you all proud! As always, if you want to hear about anything in particular, let me know!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014705948017503419-4078966107933033026?l=agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/feeds/4078966107933033026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-driver-im-winner-things-are-gonna.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/4078966107933033026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/4078966107933033026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-driver-im-winner-things-are-gonna.html' title='I&apos;m a Driver, I&apos;m a Winner; Things Are Gonna Change, I Can Feel It.'/><author><name>Allison Blackburn</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101212809035405165894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X2010p96qH4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zm8tXq0OfJs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t08LBi1H2VY/TwICJhRGN3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Ey1znY0HjCk/s72-c/IMG-20111224-00301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014705948017503419.post-6942142353321975066</id><published>2011-12-01T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T12:25:54.829-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things I&apos;m Thankful for'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Triglycerides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crocheting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Muppets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MS and Overheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MS'/><title type='text'>I'm Didn't Disappear... I Just Have MS</title><content type='html'>I know, I know... long time, no blog. I've just been busy with the holidays. And as anyone with MS will tell you, a little bit of stress to a normal healthy person, can shut us down completely. So, while I love my blog and have the best of intentions when it comes to keeping it updated, it is kinda the first thing to fall by the wayside when life gets busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally done with this semester of school. Hallelujah! I'm registered for the winter semester and finally got my last pre-req class.Thanksgiving and all the delicious food and wonderful family time has come and gone, and now Christmas looms on the horizon. I have a lot of crochet projects up my sleeve for Christmas gifts and that's taking up a lot of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had my blood drawn and found out that my triglycerides are super high. Yep, bummer. My diet's not bad, but there goes my favorite fountain sodas. Oh wells. I also am trying to get my butt on the treadmill and elliptical machine in the apartment gym more often. Yoga doesn't get the heart pumping enough. I hate jogging and that damn, evil elliptical, but I'm trying my best! It can be hard with the MS since I'm not supposed to overheat. So, I have to get my heart pumping, but not too much. Make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, things are going really well. I wanted to do a Thanksgiving blog about what I'm thankful for, but instead my brother came down and visited and we played Super Mario Bros. Galaxy on the Wii and saw The Muppets. So good. So worth it. But here's what I'm thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;My family and friends- they are awesome and so supportive&lt;br /&gt;My pets&lt;br /&gt;My Dr.'s and the office staff who help me all the time. Like, ALL the time&lt;br /&gt;My health, as crappy as it can be, it could be worse&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Books&lt;br /&gt;This blog, where I can vent my feelings and hopefully reach someone else who is going through the same thing&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for many, many other things, but I'll stop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading. I hope you have a wonderful December. It's the last month of 2011. Let's make it rock! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014705948017503419-6942142353321975066?l=agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/feeds/6942142353321975066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-didnt-dissapear-i-just-have-ms.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/6942142353321975066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/6942142353321975066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-didnt-dissapear-i-just-have-ms.html' title='I&apos;m Didn&apos;t Disappear... I Just Have MS'/><author><name>Allison Blackburn</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101212809035405165894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X2010p96qH4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zm8tXq0OfJs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014705948017503419.post-411307372523083369</id><published>2011-11-11T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T15:05:25.743-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perleche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fatigue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='11-11-11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blood Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crocheting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MS and Fatigue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veteran&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MS'/><title type='text'>11/11/11... Make a Wish!</title><content type='html'>Happy 11/11/11. Oh, special day, huh? I missed the 11:11 a.m. wishing point, so now I have to try to make it to 11:11 p.m. Try being the operative word here. I don't know what is up with me, if it's the daylight savings time or what, but I have been lagging &lt;strong&gt;every day&lt;/strong&gt;. I was joking earlier that my next blog was going to be called, "How I spent My Friday Watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer Reruns on the Couch in my Snuggie". It's sadly only half a joke, because that's all I've had the energy to do lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get to the dermatologist's on Tuesday. I have Perleche. My lips keep cracking in the corner and no matter how much Carmex or Vaseline I put on them, they aren't healing. Apparently, I drool at night. I also grind my teeth. But the drool leads to the cracked lips. Oh yeah. I feel super hot today. Boys&amp;nbsp;will be lining up for a drooling, teeth&amp;nbsp;grinding, cracked lip,&amp;nbsp;exhausted girlfriend. Yay!&amp;nbsp;I got a medication for it, but I will not be going back to that dermatologist. I saw the PA (physician's assistant) who was a complete idiot. She had no idea what Multiple Sclerosis was or even how to spell it. Really? And she's a PA? Give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did make it in to my PCP's office for the blood work I've been putting off. I was supposed to be completely fasting, but I cheated and added creamer to my coffee. I couldn't help it. I hate black coffee. Ugh, so gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to organize some recipes and my crochet and knit patterns. It's a poor Christmas, so people are getting cookies and crocheted or knitted ornaments. There's a bonanza of free patterns out there. So awesome. Also, I found free recipes for doggie treats! Yay for homemade doggie treats for the animals! So, I must go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to make a wish at 11:11. I hope yours comes true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jia89T-euVA/Tr2olUsKsDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kPggO_pvbFM/s1600/1938+Papa+Terminal+Island+in+flight+gear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jia89T-euVA/Tr2olUsKsDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kPggO_pvbFM/s320/1938+Papa+Terminal+Island+in+flight+gear.jpg" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Love and peace. Also, Happy Veteran's Day and thank you to all of our veterans who keep us safe out there. Like my Papa Bill. He was a pilot in the Navy and one of the best people who ever lived on this planet. He used to unscrew my belly button and tell me my arms and legs were going to fall off. I miss him every day. This photo is of him in 1938 at age 20 on Terminal Island in Long Beach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014705948017503419-411307372523083369?l=agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/feeds/411307372523083369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/11/111111-make-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/411307372523083369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/411307372523083369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/11/111111-make-wish.html' title='11/11/11... Make a Wish!'/><author><name>Allison Blackburn</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101212809035405165894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X2010p96qH4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zm8tXq0OfJs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jia89T-euVA/Tr2olUsKsDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kPggO_pvbFM/s72-c/1938+Papa+Terminal+Island+in+flight+gear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014705948017503419.post-4287722338049720959</id><published>2011-11-02T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T14:25:34.548-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N-acetyl-glucosamine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Multiple Sclerosis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='errands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flu Shot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organizing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Love Post It Notes'/><title type='text'>The Post-It Note Is A Thing Of Beauty</title><content type='html'>I'm&amp;nbsp;sorry, I had to take a week off from blogging. I was sick and couldn't bring myself to find the extra energy. Blogging is somewhat like exercise from me. If I miss too many days of it, it feels like I have to start all over again. Anyhoo, I had my flu shot a week ago last Friday, I was hoping that I would not get the flu because of it, but I did. I think my immune system was also hindered by the weird weather we've been having. Hot during the day, cold at night. It seems like a lot of people have the flu. It's hot and the Santa Ana's are blowing today, but it's supposed to be rainy only in the 50's by Friday. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being sick and laying in bed and doing absolutely nothing productive did lead me to my newest blog idea though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of the Post-It note. I cannot express in enough words how much I love these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nb4PzvjOuCI/TrGwNCeFO-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/CfQA7UQLzWI/s1600/Post-It.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nb4PzvjOuCI/TrGwNCeFO-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/CfQA7UQLzWI/s320/Post-It.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Really. I love, love, LOVE Post-It notes!! I'm one of those people that always thinks of things I have to do the next day, right as I'm falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying in bed, nodding off watching something like Family Guy, I always think to myself, "Oh yeah, you need to go to the bank tomorrow, and the grocery store because&amp;nbsp;we're out of bread (or whatever I'm out of). Also you need to call so-and-so about that appointment and make sure you call to have the maintenance guy fix the sink." With the Post-It notes, I can keep them on my nightstand, along with a pen, and jot down all these random thoughts that pop in my head late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without my lovely Post-It notes, I would totally wake up and completely forget all those things that run through my mind at 11:00 P.M. I would be lazy and read all day and never get to the grocery store. The sink would never get fixed. Post-It notes are my To-Do list. right by my bed, so as soon as I wake up, I know what I need to do that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the MS and the fact that I take Topamax for migraines, my brain is not quite what it used to be. Which is sad, because my brain is awesome. Did you know the nickname for Topamax is "Stupidmax"? Fun!!! But my Post-It notes help keep my life together when everything feels like it could unravel at any minute. So, I just had to&amp;nbsp;give a shout out&amp;nbsp;to my colorful, square paper that helps so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally kicked the flu (knock wood). So maybe my brain will start functioning at full speed again soon and I will have a better blog next time than an ode to the Post-It. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the new med, the N-acetyl glucosamine, I've been on it for about a week and a half now, so I have no news to really report yet. No bad side effects, not feeling any change. But then again, I was fighting the flu, so I will report back again later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, much love, and don't blow away on this blustery day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014705948017503419-4287722338049720959?l=agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/feeds/4287722338049720959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/11/post-it-note-is-thing-of-beauty.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/4287722338049720959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/4287722338049720959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/11/post-it-note-is-thing-of-beauty.html' title='The Post-It Note Is A Thing Of Beauty'/><author><name>Allison Blackburn</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101212809035405165894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X2010p96qH4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zm8tXq0OfJs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nb4PzvjOuCI/TrGwNCeFO-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/CfQA7UQLzWI/s72-c/Post-It.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014705948017503419.post-121012933055578058</id><published>2011-10-24T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T15:21:33.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N-acetyl-glucosamine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MS and Vitamin Supplements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MS'/><title type='text'>Testing, Testing...</title><content type='html'>I was made aware of an article in the Orange County Register by my Dr. about the effect of N-acetyl-glucosamine on Multiple Sclerosis&amp;nbsp;in a study at UCI. It seems to help slow the disease down a bit. Okay, they tested it on mice, but it worked on them. I ordered mine online and it arrived today. I had to go online because this is not your basic over the counter vitamin, but it was easy enough to get, even if it took awhile to ship. I started it today, I'll let you know how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a link to the UCI study:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://today.uci.edu/news/2011/09/nr_ms_110930.php"&gt;http://today.uci.edu/news/2011/09/nr_ms_110930.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday! I have school tonight and a full day of cleaning tomorrow (sobbing quietly), so I'll be hard to reach. Much love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014705948017503419-121012933055578058?l=agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/feeds/121012933055578058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/10/testing-testing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/121012933055578058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/121012933055578058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/10/testing-testing.html' title='Testing, Testing...'/><author><name>Allison Blackburn</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101212809035405165894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X2010p96qH4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zm8tXq0OfJs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014705948017503419.post-8975246452875638146</id><published>2011-10-23T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T09:57:38.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazy Sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fatigue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MS and Fatigue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L.A. Times Crossword Puzzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MS'/><title type='text'>I Love Lazy Sundays</title><content type='html'>I wake up, make some coffee, check my emails and things, and do my Sunday crossword puzzle from the L.A. Times. Okay, I don't actually complete all of it, but I ALMOST can!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather here has been a drag. It's been cold at hot and in the high 80's during the day. Leading to me to feel like I'm fighting off a cold. I just my flu shot on Friday. I anyone gets one, make sure to do it in the hand you do not write with. It feel like you got socked in the arm for a couple of days after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was one of those rare days were I wanted to chill and I was actually able to. And time went so nice and slowly. Usually when you're having a nice day like that, the time just speeds by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been adjusting to a new schedule, so my posts have been less frequent. It'll be back to normal soon. Until then, take care and I hope you are enjoying this lovely lazy Sunday too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014705948017503419-8975246452875638146?l=agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/feeds/8975246452875638146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-love-lazy-sundays.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/8975246452875638146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/8975246452875638146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-love-lazy-sundays.html' title='I Love Lazy Sundays'/><author><name>Allison Blackburn</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101212809035405165894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X2010p96qH4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zm8tXq0OfJs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014705948017503419.post-732286937872437482</id><published>2011-10-16T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T10:24:44.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals and Healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sid Vicious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I dress up my dog for Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>The Secret Life of Sid... Punk Rock Dog!</title><content type='html'>Our pets are like angels with four furry little paws instead of wings. &lt;br /&gt;No, I haven't gone and gotten all religious on you, I don't believe in religion. But I do believe in something higher than us who created this universe.&amp;nbsp;I call it God and I believe one is the amazing things this creator did was give us animals. When you are having the bluest of blue days, who else can heal you like a dog or cat? Or whichever pet you chose to have? I once had a Gecko. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Have you checked out my fellow blogger Rabid's post on K.A.T yet? Do so and then check back in. The link is on the previous blog post.&lt;br /&gt;OK, you're back? Interesting stuff, huh? Now where&amp;nbsp;was I?&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, my amazing dog Sid. When I got sick 6 years ago, the best thing I did was go to the pound and adopt my Sid. Part Daschund and Corgi, I truly believe he has helped me heal as much as any of my medications. Who else makes me get up when I'd rather loaf around and be lazy to take him on a walk? Who else is my constant companion and waits on the couch until I get home? Who else looks at me with eyes full of unconditional love? &amp;nbsp;I love my dog more than words can say. He is my baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3wf6h5LxQE0/Tpn1vEYdOgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A_xsX07tZu4/s1600/Sid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3wf6h5LxQE0/Tpn1vEYdOgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A_xsX07tZu4/s320/Sid.jpg" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's him after a trip to the groomer's. Look at that smile. All sweet and innocent looking, that is&amp;nbsp;until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His alter ego shows up!&amp;nbsp;Sid the punk rocker! Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Sid is actually Sid Vicious. He even has a grin where he shows a tooth like Billy Idol. He sneaks out at night to play poker with those bad dogs up the street. Usually mild mannered, Sid the punk rock dog has no time for bitches. And by that I mean female dogs of course. He loves only the music and the open road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B7gYekCufNs/Tpn2en6yOZI/AAAAAAAAADI/KvmnLXq9oyY/s1600/Sid+V.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B7gYekCufNs/Tpn2en6yOZI/AAAAAAAAADI/KvmnLXq9oyY/s320/Sid+V.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mock me all you want for dressing up my dog, but I love him and it makes us happy. OK, it makes me happy. And he gets a treat for it. So it evens out in the end. Sid, mild mannered dog&amp;nbsp;by day, punk rock super star by night, is the best thing that ever happened to me. I like to think we saved each other. &lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful Sunday and I hope you enjoyed the preview of Sid's Halloween costume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His ears were often the first thing to catch my tears."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="authors"&gt;Elizabeth Barrett Browning, referring to her cocker spaniel, Flush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014705948017503419-732286937872437482?l=agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/feeds/732286937872437482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/10/secret-life-of-sid-punk-rock-dog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/732286937872437482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/732286937872437482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/10/secret-life-of-sid-punk-rock-dog.html' title='The Secret Life of Sid... Punk Rock Dog!'/><author><name>Allison Blackburn</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101212809035405165894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X2010p96qH4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zm8tXq0OfJs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3wf6h5LxQE0/Tpn1vEYdOgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A_xsX07tZu4/s72-c/Sid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014705948017503419.post-2269115282174159657</id><published>2011-10-12T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T13:57:06.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Multiple Sclerosis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heat and MS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Global Warming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robots'/><title type='text'>I Thought It Was Supposed To Be Fall Already?</title><content type='html'>But I guess Southern California did not get that particular memo. &lt;br /&gt;I had to wake up at 7:30(A.M.!) to start my laundry since the laundry room gets so hot (no air, super small window) and apparently... we broke the seasons. It's going to be 97* here today. Ewww. Global warming? The&amp;nbsp;whole Mayan calendar end-of the-world&amp;nbsp;thing? Too many Kardashians? Is the Earth shifting? Very, very strange days indeed.&lt;br /&gt;So, anyways,&amp;nbsp;in an attempt to get my cleaning days from Thursday to Tuesday (school, Dr's appt's and other things are making Tuesdays seem the better choice), I am cleaning today. Doing laundry at the moment.&amp;nbsp;Well, blogging while I wait for clothes to dry...&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you were a kid and you watched&amp;nbsp;"The Jetsons" cartoon on TV? Why, in this golden age of technology, has no one invented a real&amp;nbsp;Rosie the Robot? Not the Roomba thing. A real robot that will clean the damn toilet! That would make my life SOO much easier! Especially on hot days like today, when it is supposed to reach 97* in Orange County! We have iPads, the Internet on our phones and can do all these amazing technological things, but... no cleaning robot maid? What the what!?! Just imagine the possibilities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iwoRUmq8JV4/TpW46UkMT4I/AAAAAAAAACY/tVv4Iy7Odqw/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iwoRUmq8JV4/TpW46UkMT4I/AAAAAAAAACY/tVv4Iy7Odqw/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I feel gypped. I don't even care about the flying cars. Could you imagine the 405 if people flew? Scary. :/ Sorry, I meant scarier.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be turning on the air soon, only to turn it off later because it will be cold (chilly) here tonight. I'll get a sore throat. Just blogging/venting until that pesky laundry is dry and then I get to it. &lt;br /&gt;No Rosie.. Life sucks.. I wish it was fall already. Memo to self: Must cryogenically freeze self and wake up when there is a cure for MS and cleaning robots.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, done venting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to give a shout out to another blog. One of my favorite bloggers has discovered a new therapy for Multiple Sclerosis. It's called K.A.T. therapy. The link is below. I think it's going to help a lot of people, so please check it out. It's also&amp;nbsp;plain hilarious, so MS or not,&amp;nbsp;give a look anyways. It'll make your day!&amp;nbsp;I'm enlisting my cat Nibbler ASAP to start my treatment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rabidsmsdiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/kat.html#comments"&gt;http://rabidsmsdiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/kat.html#comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Wednesday. Here's hoping Fall figures out where California is soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also as a late add-on, I've subscribed to this newsletter about MS from about.com and I'm really enjoying it. No awesome cats, but some helpful stuff. Here's that link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ms.about.com/bio/Julie-Stachowiak-Ph-D-25262.htm?nl=1"&gt;http://ms.about.com/bio/Julie-Stachowiak-Ph-D-25262.htm?nl=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014705948017503419-2269115282174159657?l=agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/feeds/2269115282174159657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-thought-it-was-supposed-to-be-fall.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/2269115282174159657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/2269115282174159657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-thought-it-was-supposed-to-be-fall.html' title='I Thought It Was Supposed To Be Fall Already?'/><author><name>Allison Blackburn</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101212809035405165894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X2010p96qH4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zm8tXq0OfJs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iwoRUmq8JV4/TpW46UkMT4I/AAAAAAAAACY/tVv4Iy7Odqw/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014705948017503419.post-4326380783703334001</id><published>2011-10-09T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T11:49:17.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I sold out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Multiple Slcerosis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Lennon'/><title type='text'>Who Has Two Thumbs and Sold Out? This Girl!!</title><content type='html'>Yep. See these ever so lovely ads on my blog? They make me pennies and nickles. Like literally a penny if you click on them. So yes, I sold out.&amp;nbsp;And I could care less.&amp;nbsp;I am not a 19 year old with the thought that selling out is bad. It's good. Heck, it's the American way. Plus, I am poor. So please, feel free to click on those ads from time to time. By checking them out, you'll be doing me a solid. I may one day make a whole dollar!! Yay!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to other things. I wanted to write a blog about what exactly Multiple Sclerosis is. Then I realized&amp;nbsp;that would mean&amp;nbsp;a lot of typing and I could just as easily add links to helpful sites. So, if you've ever wondered exactly what it is I'm dealing with, please, click on these links to some helpful sites that sum it up much more succinctly and eloquently then I ever could in one paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nationalmssociety.org/about-multiple-sclerosis/what-we-know-about-ms/what-is-ms/index.aspx"&gt;http://www.nationalmssociety.org/about-multiple-sclerosis/what-we-know-about-ms/what-is-ms/index.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0001747/"&gt;http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0001747/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a beautiful Sunday. Since it is John Lennon's birthday, he would have been 71, and he is a hero of mine, I leave you with this quote:&lt;br /&gt;“Count your age by friends, not years. Count your life by smiles, not tears.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt; -John Lennon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014705948017503419-4326380783703334001?l=agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/feeds/4326380783703334001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/10/who-has-two-thumbs-and-sold-out-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/4326380783703334001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/4326380783703334001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/10/who-has-two-thumbs-and-sold-out-this.html' title='Who Has Two Thumbs and Sold Out? This Girl!!'/><author><name>Allison Blackburn</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101212809035405165894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X2010p96qH4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zm8tXq0OfJs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014705948017503419.post-1261156060569824651</id><published>2011-10-05T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T14:59:42.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where Do the Men Hang Out'/><title type='text'>Just To Clarify...</title><content type='html'>I just want to make sure that everyone understands what I was trying to say in my last blog. I'm afraid it came across differently than I meant it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that life is NOT&amp;nbsp;a Disney movie, nor is it a fairy tale. I was just&amp;nbsp;trying to point&amp;nbsp;out the fact&amp;nbsp;that little girls are brought up with&amp;nbsp;these movies and stories that&amp;nbsp;lead to a false view of the world. It is wrong and unfair.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have to participate in a finding and building a relationship.&amp;nbsp;I was just complaining because it is hard to do that when you are: A) not working B) broke C) extremely shy D) spending most of your days on the couch watching Netflix. I know my shyness is something I have to overcome myself. I'm working on it.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am an amazing human being with a lot to offer someone. I have no issues with my self-esteem. I am just shy. To be fair, I'm shy around everyone when I first meet them. It just happens to be worse when it's a handsome, intelligent man. Maybe I should seek therapy to find out where that comes from. But, I&amp;nbsp;know that I am a total catch and any man should count himself lucky to go out with me. &lt;br /&gt;I also have no problem being single. For now. I have never been the girl that had to have a boyfriend, just to have a boyfriend. I have been fine&amp;nbsp;being single&amp;nbsp;many times in my life. I don't mind being single right now. I just would like to go on the occasional date.&amp;nbsp;I am awesome company and do not mind being alone.&amp;nbsp;However, at some point in the future, I would like to get married to a man I consider my equal and have children with him. But I am in no rush. No matter what my Nana says to me about great-grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that we all want love. Love is never perfect. Every relationship in your life you have to put some work into it. Whether it's with your significant other, your parents or children, or your friends. They all take work.&amp;nbsp;However, I can't completely give up on love. Maybe I won't find it.&amp;nbsp;Maybe I'll be the old spinster with 10 cats and all my books and that's fine too. Everyone has a different life path. But I can't help believing that is out there. He's probably busy making himself awesome enough to be worthy of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you choose in life, it's your choice. As long as&amp;nbsp;YOU choose it, it's the right choice. So, I will continue being single until I find that someone worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I really wanted to know (and would still like opinions on) is where does a single, broke girl go to meet eligible men? If I have to wait for a great guy, I'd at least like to find one who can take me out occasionally to a movie or dinner. I need to end the cycle of staying in and watching those Netflix movies in my Snuggie. That's getting me nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all, thank you all for the advice. Have a wonderful rainy Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014705948017503419-1261156060569824651?l=agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/feeds/1261156060569824651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-to-clarify.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/1261156060569824651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/1261156060569824651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-to-clarify.html' title='Just To Clarify...'/><author><name>Allison Blackburn</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101212809035405165894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X2010p96qH4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zm8tXq0OfJs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014705948017503419.post-6775607387075678476</id><published>2011-10-01T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T15:45:16.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How do you Date'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney Movies Lied To Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How to Find Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Rudd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Fassbender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where Do the Men Hang Out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Way To Approach A Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridget Jones'/><title type='text'>Disney is a Big, Fat Liar to all Little Girls and It's Not Fair</title><content type='html'>Seriously. The Disney Princess movies should come with a disclaimer at the beginning. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning: Your life will be nothing like&amp;nbsp;this movie&amp;nbsp;when you grow up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. I wish it did, but the sad truth of it is: life turns out more like Bridget Jones' Diary. I'm sure you grew up watching Disney movies. Even if you're a boy, you probably watched them when you were younger, especially if you had sisters.&amp;nbsp;I'll admit it, I love Disney movies. But they're full of LIES. There is never a prince with shiny hair waiting to rescue you on his&amp;nbsp;stallion. (Wouldn't it be awesome if there was, though?) If life was like a Disney movie, a handsome man would show up, love me for my brains as well as my looks, and then we'd share true love's kiss and everything would be perfect. I'd be suddenly healthy, we'd move into his castle, and the people would embrace me as their princess. I would be a good and fair ruler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that fairy tale, it's such a lie. Such a let down. Especially when&amp;nbsp;you've hit&amp;nbsp;32 and you realize that you are turning into Bridget Jones. You know where she has that epiphany and realizes that she has to change something or else she's going to live a life where her major relationship is with a bottle of wine and she'll finally die, fat and alone, and be found three weeks later, half-eaten by wild dogs? Or else she was about to turn into Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction? The epiphany she has in her 32nd year? Yep, I'm in my 32nd year&amp;nbsp;and I'm having the epiphany that I don't want to die fat&amp;nbsp;and alone only to be found three weeks later, half-eaten by wild dogs. I'm not fat at the moment, but I am alone. That could lead to the eating of LOTS of chocolate, which could lead to me dying fat and alone and being eaten by wild dogs. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the Princesses, I'm the most like Belle. I love to read. I yearn for something more than this provincial life. Behind my fair facade, I'm afraid I'm rather odd. I have a dreamy far-off look and my nose is always stuck in a book.&amp;nbsp;I am also intelligent, witty, nice, cute, I can quote movies, I'm fun to be around, and gosh darn it, people like me. Yes, I'm an uber-nerd, but so are a lot of guys. So why the hell am I still single? Oh yes, it's because apparently Prince Charming no longer rescues you off your couch. A real Prince would. I don't do clubs. I don't drink except for once in a blue moon, so bars are really out. Plus, the guys in the bar that hit on me are NOT the ones I want. Cheesy pick-up lines are not cool. Just say hello. The guy I'd want, wouldn't hit on me. And I wouldn't talk to him unless I was plastered off my ass. That would not be a pretty sight and I can guarantee you, he would not think, "Finally, I've found the one!". Nope, he'd be doing his best to escape.&lt;br /&gt;My mental picture of myself when I'm having a good day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hcjU2sPaTZ8/ToeTj58YzMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JiVZoD9IavI/s1600/belle_book.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hcjU2sPaTZ8/ToeTj58YzMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JiVZoD9IavI/s320/belle_book.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My mental picture of myself the rest of the time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KbF1rPDVTH8/ToeUwftlc1I/AAAAAAAAACU/uSO8QOcHu24/s1600/Bridget_1239841c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KbF1rPDVTH8/ToeUwftlc1I/AAAAAAAAACU/uSO8QOcHu24/s320/Bridget_1239841c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my Prince to have a brain as well as good looks. Looks will&amp;nbsp;fade, he needs to be intelligent and interesting so we never get bored with each other.&amp;nbsp;(By the way,&amp;nbsp;the Prince in Beauty and the Beast was the least attractive of all the Princes in my opinion. Eric from&amp;nbsp;The Little Mermaid was way cuter. Just sayin'.) He should be funny, my jokes shouldn't go over his head. He needs to have a kind heart.&amp;nbsp;Be someone who likes me, "just as I am".&amp;nbsp;I have more to add to that list, things that are lot to ask of someone, but that's what I need to start off. To keep going, it would help it he loved The Beatles, Battlestar Galactica (okay, anything sci-fi), loved to read, the list goes on and on. I know I have high expectations, but I believe everyone should. I'm not going to lower them just to be with someone. Then I'd just be with someone but be unhappy because I wasn't in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where can I meet this dream man?&amp;nbsp;There must be someplace, right?&amp;nbsp;In my school the options are men 15-20 years older or 10 years younger than I am. Not promising. Where&amp;nbsp;do I like to hang out? A library. A bookstore. Maybe go to a park and read.&amp;nbsp;I work out at home or at the gym at my apartment complex. You&amp;nbsp;must also&amp;nbsp;keep in mind that I am poor. That cuts off a lot of options. &amp;nbsp;But anyways, even when I do those things, I still lack the courage to talk to guys. Am I giving off some kind of funky "stay-away-from-me" vibe? I have tried online dating before and I could do it again, but I really don't want to. I hate making a profile where I can't tell the whole truth about who I am. Plus, I feel like it should happen more organically. For all that I believe Disney lied, I still believe in true love and I believe it's out there some where. I think I just bump into him one day. Maybe at Trader Joe's. Maybe he'll hit on me at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble. Hear that Fairy Godmother? Now, get to work! Stop slacking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must work out this problem fairly soon. I do not want to spend New Year's Eve singing "All By Myself" a la Bridget. I would love to hear any suggestions. What do you think I should do about this? Where should I be hanging out? Where are all the single, good men in the world? What does a guy want a girl to say that would make him want to get to know her? Should I try online dating again? Even though&amp;nbsp;it has led to some awful boyfriends in the past? Should I volunteer somewhere? What hobbies do men do that I could do too? What things in general do guys do on the weekend? Help me for the love of God!&amp;nbsp; ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, to&amp;nbsp;my version of Mark Darcy. The man with&amp;nbsp;personality of Paul Rudd and the good looks of Michael Fassbender, but he's not aware of how good looking he is, so he's&amp;nbsp;not a jerk&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;still a&amp;nbsp;geek. Fix your damn internal GPS. You're running really late. And I don't want to spend my 33rd year alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014705948017503419-6775607387075678476?l=agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/feeds/6775607387075678476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/10/disney-is-big-fat-liar-to-all-little.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/6775607387075678476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/6775607387075678476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/10/disney-is-big-fat-liar-to-all-little.html' title='Disney is a Big, Fat Liar to all Little Girls and It&apos;s Not Fair'/><author><name>Allison Blackburn</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101212809035405165894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X2010p96qH4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zm8tXq0OfJs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hcjU2sPaTZ8/ToeTj58YzMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JiVZoD9IavI/s72-c/belle_book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014705948017503419.post-7322578661287911325</id><published>2011-09-28T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T14:04:22.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For your amusement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fatigue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flirting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I do dumb stuff all the time'/><title type='text'>Would You Like Some Blackberry in Your Coleslaw?</title><content type='html'>First off, thanks for bearing with me yesterday through my pity party.&amp;nbsp;Last weekend and Monday were tough. I was very tired. But I am feeling a lot better today. I hope you all are too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one of the many typical things I do everyday, I did again today. I do so many dumb and dorky things all the time. When I was in junior high, before I was even diagnosed with MS (although, looking back, I can see the symptoms), I went to Knott's Berry Farm on a school trip. As we were leaving, heading back to the buses, I ran into what I thought was a child and said, "Oh, excuse me. Are you okay?". Then I look down and it's&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;yellow post that came up to my waist. I told you it's important to look where you're walking. ; ) My friends all got a big kick out of that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was eating some Popeye's chicken for lunch. Yummy! I made the mistake of trying to multi-task and do something on my phone and I dropped my phone into my coleslaw. Ewww. It's okay, luckily. It's kinda sticky and I'm sure it will smell for awhile. I suppose the moral of this story is to take things one at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also stopped by the&amp;nbsp;gas station on the corner&amp;nbsp;by my place to get a soda. So sue me, I stay away from diet soda, per my Neurologist's advice, but I love fountain drinks. In fact, that's partly&amp;nbsp;why I dumped my dumb ass ex-boyfriend. Every time we'd drive through a fast food place he'd order about $10 worth of food while I'd order a 99 cent burrito and I'd want a soda. He'd bitch and moan about the cost and say we had sodas at home. (Sodas I had bought! And if you really love a fountain drink like I do, you know they are NOT the same! That wasn't the only reason I dropped him. He was a jerk. That's enough on that subject.) Now, back to the gas station main story. Totally hot guy filling up at the gas station. What did I do? Nada. I did look at him, but he wasn't paying any attention. Maybe he was married or had a girlfriend. In which case, I'm glad he didn't look. But I'm still working on breaking through the shyness and the whole dating with MS thingamajig. I'll ponder it over the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't post tomorrow. Thursday is my cleaning and laundry day and I do best when I stick to my routine. I also have a tendency to sit at the computer and check facebook and my mail and do &lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;anything to put it off. So, I'll see you all soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quote of the day: "&lt;span class="body"&gt;Even if you fall on your face, you're still moving forward."- Victor Kiam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014705948017503419-7322578661287911325?l=agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/feeds/7322578661287911325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/09/would-you-like-some-blackberry-in-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/7322578661287911325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/7322578661287911325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/09/would-you-like-some-blackberry-in-your.html' title='Would You Like Some Blackberry in Your Coleslaw?'/><author><name>Allison Blackburn</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101212809035405165894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X2010p96qH4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zm8tXq0OfJs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014705948017503419.post-4664059331316662281</id><published>2011-09-27T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T15:53:07.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MS Symptoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vitamins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fatigue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr Visits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medicines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MS Twitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MS'/><title type='text'>MS Symptoms or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I was so fatigued over the past weekend. Was I getting sick?It felt like I was fighting off an end of summer cold. Hot days, A/C inbuildings, and cooler nights; they tend to give me a cold. Or is the usual,crappy feeling that everyone with MS knows and fights on a daily basis? Or isit six of one, half a dozen of the other? I have included a link on MS andfatigue help, but I haven't found the magic cure yet. I was on Amantadine. Ithelped, but I am apparently allergic to it. My legs looked like you could seeevery vein. Very scary. Not to mention, not very aesthetically pleasing. I knowit's vain, but it was also the fact that people with MS tend to run hotter; andnot being able to wear shorts last summer sucked a lot. Now I am on Nuvigil.It's not covered by my insurance though. It's only about $350 a month. Yeah,don't I wish! Add to that- I've been suffering from lips that are cracking inthe corners for about the past two months. I was doing some research online andsaw that it could be a side effect of the Nuvigil. That sucks, because thatstuff is like adding a double shot to your mocha Frappuccino! I like it, itworks for me (other than the possibility it’s causing the cracked lips). So,next week, I will see my Neurologist and after that, my PCP, to find out what Ican do. I do my best to keep up with my exercise, especially yoga since I feellike it centers me. God knows, people with MS need balance. I take a B12vitamin in addition to my Women's One-a-Day. But I would love opinions on howothers keep their energy up. I've read Montel Williams' books and he has a dietplan that seems great (shakes and stuff), but it doesn't seem extremelyaffordable or easy. I did read on about.com that someone recommended taking a10 to 15 minute nap as needed throughout the day. I know that does help me. Forsomeone who suffers such extreme insomnia at night, I have no problem droppingoff for a 15 minute nap at any time during the day. And strangely enough, I dofeel re-charged for a few hours. Now, how do I convince the rest of the worldthat that is acceptable behavior?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I also had a couple of days where I woke up with what I callthe "MS twitch". It's waking up and doing that sleep jerk thing, likeyou do when you're nodding off, but a little bit more. It happens to me a lotin the mornings, usually when I am really tired. Sometimes it's accompanied by,not quite blurry vision, but it's almost like I can see an outline of my iriswhen I look at the wall or the floor. These symptoms are not too worrying tome. I have been feeling so much better than I was. The "twitch" and thefatigue are so much better than the double vision and the vertigo back when Iwas diagnosed. I know when I see my Neuro next week, he'll probably want me toschedule an MRI, but that's something I'm due for anyway. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'm just very curious if anyone has found any natural curesfor fatigue. Does anyone keep a diary of their symptoms? (I'm really bad, Idon't track mine.) Are you on medication for fatigue, and if so, has it helpedyou? I was researching Provigil and Ampyra and I'll have to find out if they'recovered by my insurance. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I was going to blog about dating the other day (or the lackof it in my life), but I was so tired I just watched movies all day. So, comingsoon will be a blog about how to date with MS. How do you explain your crackedlips and the bruises from your shots, among other things? Where do you meet people nowadays? Otherthan online, that is? Hell, how to date in your 30's when you're a couch potatowho has been told by WAY too many friends that she is "just like LizLemon". Nerds. Next time folks, I will tackle the issue of love: where it's hiding and how to find it. Until then, as always, take care and watch where you're walking. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tamingmultiplesclerosis.com/ms-spasms-twitching-tremors-article.html"&gt;http://tamingmultiplesclerosis.com/ms-spasms-twitching-tremors-article.html&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nationalmssociety.org/about-multiple-sclerosis/what-we-know-about-ms/symptoms/fatigue/index.aspx"&gt;http://www.nationalmssociety.org/about-multiple-sclerosis/what-we-know-about-ms/symptoms/fatigue/index.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mstrust.org.uk/information/opendoor/articles/0502_08_09.jsp"&gt;http://www.mstrust.org.uk/information/opendoor/articles/0502_08_09.jsp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the links showed up, the first time I added them, they didn't, so I had to do it again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014705948017503419-4664059331316662281?l=agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='text/html' href='http://ms.about.com/od/signssymptoms/a/ms_symptoms.htm' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='text/html' href='http://tamingmultiplesclerosis.com/ms-spasms-twitching-tremors-article.html' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.nationalmssociety.org/about-multiple-sclerosis/what-we-know-about-ms/symptoms/fatigue/index.aspx' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/feeds/4664059331316662281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/09/ms-symptoms-or-how-i-learned-to-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/4664059331316662281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/4664059331316662281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/09/ms-symptoms-or-how-i-learned-to-stop.html' title='MS Symptoms or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb'/><author><name>Allison Blackburn</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101212809035405165894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X2010p96qH4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zm8tXq0OfJs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014705948017503419.post-6539040792936616895</id><published>2011-09-22T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T16:35:49.961-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Authors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Typos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading List'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Europe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welcome Followers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m so Grateful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastinating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plaque'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MS'/><title type='text'>Willkommen, Bienvenue, Welcome!!!</title><content type='html'>First off, let me just&amp;nbsp;say welcome to my new followers and to my friends that I made come check out my site!&amp;nbsp;Blogger shows me where the traffic comes from (don't worry, it just says the country, feel free to stalk and&amp;nbsp;read all you want, I don't know who you ACTUALLY are!! Or do I? No,&amp;nbsp;really, I&amp;nbsp;don't!!!) and I've noticed that I had new readers from the UK and Germany!!! Wow!! I am delighted!! I'm guessing you're here because of my Multiple Sclerosis posts and will hate all of my, "Wow, it's supposed to be 80* again in SoCal. Bummer for us..." posts. I kid, I kid. I'm so amazed that something I wrote was read by someone so far away! May I just say, I've always wanted to go to Europe. Where, you ask? All of it.&amp;nbsp;Maybe because I'm&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;European mutt; I'm English, Welsh, Irish, Scottish, German, Dutch (?, maybe Danish? Mom, Dad?), and French! I'm also part Native American (Blackfoot). Go America and Europe! Go World!! I'll get there one day. Any rich men reading this.... Can't hurt to ask. ; ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyhoo...&lt;br /&gt;Willkommen, bienvenue, welcome!&lt;br /&gt;Fremde, etranger, stranger.&lt;br /&gt;Gluklich zu sehen, je suis enchante,&lt;br /&gt;Happy to see you, bleibe, reste, stay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? I didn't tell you I am HUGE dork? I should have... you're right. Oh well, too late.. You're already reading. Might as well stick&amp;nbsp;around. ; ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real quick: re-reading my past posts, I've noticed how many typos I do. I apologize after the fact and before I do it again. Because I will, in all probability, do it again. And again. As I said before- It's the plaque!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But truthfully everyone, it's a very overcast, gloomy day here in SoCal. I'm doing my laundry, procrastinating on my cleaning, and just was truly amazed that I had someone read this from Germany and the UK!! So cool!! It makes me want to watch my Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice DVDs with Colin Firth instead of clean. Of course, I'd always prefer to watch that than clean, but you get the idea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell you that I am a huge fan of Harry Potter (books and movies), Jane Austen (books and movies), and Monty Python (books and mov... wait a minute...). I knit and crochet. Because we like, totally like need scarves, for like those cold California nights. ; ) It actually does get cold here in winter. Not Europe, Charles Dickens' winter cold, but it's not always warm. I'm just sayin'. I wish I could go see Top Gear tape live. The&amp;nbsp;real British Top Gear. Not the crummy American version. Sooo not funny. I am also reading currently reading &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Possession&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; by A.S. Byatt. Oops, I just realized I totally forgot to update my reading list. See, it's the MS plaque!! Grrr. :)&amp;nbsp;I already owned it and had just never gotten around to reading it, so I'm feeling very English at the moment. I'll have to start spelling everything that we Yanks spell with a "Z" with an "S" (I apologise instead of apologize). Ohhh, it's going to be&amp;nbsp;so much fun! I'll pretend I have a horrible Eliza Doolittle accent. That's the only one I can do... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all European readers, I just wanted to say, "Welcome!". I hope you found something that might have helped you. Please feel free to leave me any comments with questions, I will answer. I have to figure out how you can contact me on here. I'm still a total newbie at this. I would also love to hear if you are experiencing the same thing. Well, I would hate to hear that, that sucks, but I would love to know if you, yourself, are blogging and I can in turn follow you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my beautiful friends who I asked to come check this out, thank you. Again, you're all awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any other readers who are here in the US that&amp;nbsp;might possibly&amp;nbsp;feel left out, please don't! Welcome to you too! If you're actually here... are you? I have no idea who reads this unless you sign up to follow. Welcome to my followers! Amazing people one and all. Friends and those who are strangers who are friends that I just haven't met yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a wonderful day. The sun is trying to peek it's head out. I guess it time to clean. In my Labyrinth shirt. What? You didn't know I owned one? Oh yes, I am that AWESOME!! (Haven't seen the movie? I suggest reverting to your childhood innocence and enjoying David Bowie and crazy Jim Henson puppets. You're welcome.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care all, and here is my quote for the day, courtesy of the amazing man who wrote Winnie the Pooh:&lt;br /&gt;"Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think." &lt;br /&gt;-A. A. Milne &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014705948017503419-6539040792936616895?l=agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/feeds/6539040792936616895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/09/willkommen-bienvenue-welcome.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/6539040792936616895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/6539040792936616895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/09/willkommen-bienvenue-welcome.html' title='Willkommen, Bienvenue, Welcome!!!'/><author><name>Allison Blackburn</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101212809035405165894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X2010p96qH4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zm8tXq0OfJs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014705948017503419.post-7799597051526981302</id><published>2011-09-21T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T10:12:27.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jealousy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;d rather have schadenfreude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MS'/><title type='text'>Some days, I hate Facebook...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And no, it's not the new layout. It's the fact that every time I log on, I have a couple of friends who apparently have AMAZING husbands who do WONDERFUL things for them like buy them flowers because it's a cloudy Tuesday or make them dinner because they (the girls) have had a rough day. I know, in my heart of hearts, I should be very happy for these old friends, right? But when they post every other day about how&amp;nbsp;WONDERFUL their husbands are, how BLESSED their marriage is, I can't help but wonder: "Are you full of shit?". Do you realize that you're bragging? I'm not talking about the girls that post every once in awhile. I'm speaking about a few who do this every other day. Are their husbands really THAT AMAZING?!?!? I can't help but feel that the rest of the time their husbands are pretty crummy or boring and they have to post these things to make up for it. Or why don't they post the AMAZING things that they themselves have done? They&amp;nbsp;are my friends for a reason! They have more interesting lives than what their hubbies have done for them lately, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I guess I'm just in a crappy mood and I'd rather experience that evil schadenfreude feeling at times like this. Maybe it's just a day where I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I better get back in and get back out on the other side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I'm back in school. I did not get my Terminology class even though I was up early and then up late to petition it. I am taking computers. If my posts are less frequent, that's why. I've been fairly fatigued. Happy Hump Day. I hope you are feeling less evil than I am today. ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as a late P.S. to this... this is NOT directed to any of my followers! I am speaking about a few particular people (whom I do actually love! Did I use "whom" correctly?) that I have not told about this blog so please friends DO NOT think, "Hmm, is she referring to me?". I'm not. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014705948017503419-7799597051526981302?l=agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/feeds/7799597051526981302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/09/some-days-i-hate-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/7799597051526981302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/7799597051526981302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/09/some-days-i-hate-facebook.html' title='Some days, I hate Facebook...'/><author><name>Allison Blackburn</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101212809035405165894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X2010p96qH4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zm8tXq0OfJs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Orange, California, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>33.7174708 -117.8311428</georss:point><georss:box>33.2948283 -118.4628568 34.1401133 -117.19942879999999</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014705948017503419.post-154928741701089975</id><published>2011-09-12T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T13:07:18.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish me luck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MS'/><title type='text'>Oh, no, I gotta go, back to school... Again!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Really? Already? Didn't I just finish my last class? Well, if I must, I must. I have class tonight... and looking online at my schedule I realized that instead of my wait-listed class being tomorrow night like it was supposed to be.. they've moved it to Thursday. That's my cleaning day. I do better with an order to my life. I also signed up to be wait-listed for a Wednesday class, but it starts at 9:00 a.m. That's really, really early when you have MS. So, we'll see. I might just have to change my cleaning days. I really hope I get added to this class. If I don't, I don't see the point of even taking the other one. Keep your fingers crossed for me! And this first one is until 9 at night, let's hope I can stay up that late!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014705948017503419-154928741701089975?l=agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/feeds/154928741701089975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-no-i-gotta-go-back-to-school-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/154928741701089975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/154928741701089975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-no-i-gotta-go-back-to-school-again.html' title='Oh, no, I gotta go, back to school... Again!!'/><author><name>Allison Blackburn</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101212809035405165894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X2010p96qH4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zm8tXq0OfJs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014705948017503419.post-1659026020015930662</id><published>2011-08-29T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T15:41:52.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ways to Beat Stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Multiple Slcerosis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kindle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Always Keep Going'/><title type='text'>Illegitimi Non Carborundum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;That Latin phrase&lt;/span&gt; that is the heading of this post? It's my quote of the day. I'll translate it at the end. Even though it's kind of a fake Latin phrase, it's one of my favorites. It has to do with how I feel about my blog subject today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I'll explain that I LOVE a good quote. About anything. Life, love, books, learning, dogs, basically anything brilliant that someone has said in the past, I'll write it down in my journal (or now this blog) or on a Post-It note and refer to it as needed. I love brilliant minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is pretty darn hot for a Southern California day. My Internet says 79*, but it's muggy and gross outside. I think it's wrong and it's hotter.&amp;nbsp;Thank you Jeebus for A/C and my momma for letting me run it. And no, Jeebus is not a typo. Google it if you have time. My fellow Simpsons fans will get it. So, I'm chilling inside, watching some 30 Rock and decided to write. Ahhh... 30 Rock. Good place for quotes. Not necessarily inspirational, but amusing and they make me happy nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to today's blog entry: I really don't love talking about my Multiple Sclerosis. It brings up bad feelings. It makes me remember that I have it. I like the whole, "Out of sight, out of mind" motto. Maybe in my case it should be, "Out of mind, out of my damn brain!". Even if it doesn't make it true. I don't even like to really read books about MS. I will, but I'd prefer to read a nice novel and get swept away to another life. However, I was just speaking to someone about my MS and I thought I'd just write a quick note about how I, personally,&amp;nbsp;deal with it. I did okay talking about it. I hope! It has taken a looong time. Six years. It's still no picnic. But I can do it. That, in itself, is&amp;nbsp;a victory. It's also nice to be able to tell someone something that might possibly help them. Multiple Sclerosis is a disease that doesn't have a lot of support. I do not mean to belittle other diseases. They ALL suck! But we really don't have a lot of places to turn to. That can be really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I try not to think about it. Sound stupid? Probably. You know how they say that there's the power of positive thinking? I know I feel better when I do not focus on it. I'm not saying to ignore it, or to not educate yourself. I've read tons of books on the subject. I just try to not let it rule my life. I do better when I wake up not thinking, "I have MS." but rather just waking up and thinking, "What am I going to do today?".&amp;nbsp;The more&amp;nbsp;days I have where I can forget for awhile that I have MS? The better I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, when you do have to think about it and read those books and do that research, stick with uplifting things. Montel Williams is a hero of mine. A fellow MS patient, he is so optimistic. I can read his books and be inspired, not depressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I play with my rescue puppy Sid. I saved him from the pound. He had a tough life before he came to live with me, but now there's no more spoiled dog on this planet. Maybe Paris Hilton's dogs. But he has a better mom than they do. In my very biased opinion anyway. ;-) He makes me smile like no other. He relieves stress when he grins at me and flashes his Billy Idol toothy smile. Yep, he's a recurring theme here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do yoga or I meditate. I try to find my center in my wobbly world. I am a weeble. But remember! Weebles wobble, but they don't fall down!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read. I escape to another world. I love my Kindle. My eyesight is okay at the moment, but the Kindle allows you to change the font size to REALLY&amp;nbsp;BIG if you need it. Or listen to an audio book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that quote for today, "Illegitimi non carborundum", it means: "Don't let the bastards grind you down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let them. Don't grind yourself down either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014705948017503419-1659026020015930662?l=agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/feeds/1659026020015930662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/08/illegitimi-non-carborundum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/1659026020015930662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/1659026020015930662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/08/illegitimi-non-carborundum.html' title='Illegitimi Non Carborundum'/><author><name>Allison Blackburn</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101212809035405165894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X2010p96qH4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zm8tXq0OfJs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014705948017503419.post-8810935398651870516</id><published>2011-08-25T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T16:47:36.916-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Authors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kindle'/><title type='text'>My New Reading List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;First off, let me thank Amazon and my Kindle for all the awesome free books I was able to download! Time to start reading all those books I never read in high school. ;-)&amp;nbsp; I am a fairly quick reader, but since these are classics, not a quick read like my Nora Roberts or even something long like a Stephen King novel that I would tear through anyway, I'm afraid I can make no promises as to how soon I'll get through these. But, I remain hopeful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Here's a list of the books I plan on getting through. There's a lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Walden&lt;/u&gt; Henry David Thoreau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ethan Frome&lt;/u&gt; Edith Wharton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Siddhartha&lt;/u&gt; Hermann Hesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Winesburg, Ohio&lt;/u&gt; Sherwood Anderson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dead Souls&lt;/u&gt; Nikolai Gogol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Middlemarch&lt;/u&gt; George Eliot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Madame Bovary&lt;/u&gt; Gustave Flaubert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Crime and Punishment&lt;/u&gt; Fyodor Dostoyevsky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Brothers Karamazov&lt;/u&gt; Fyodor Dostoyevsky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Treasure Island&lt;/u&gt; Robert Louis Stevenson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;House of Mirth&lt;/u&gt; Edith Wharton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Portrait of a Lady&lt;/u&gt; Henry James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;War and Peace&lt;/u&gt; Leo Tolstoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Paradise Lost&lt;/u&gt; John Milton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I've already started on Walden, but I'd like your opinion on what books you've read and which ones you've loved. What do you think I should read next? Also feel free to tell me something that might not be free, I can always go to the library. It's on the same block as my place. Joy! Has anyone ever read Catch-22? I've always wanted to read that but never have. It wasn't a free download, so I'll have to go to the library for that one. Let the opinions flow people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014705948017503419-8810935398651870516?l=agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/feeds/8810935398651870516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-new-reading-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/8810935398651870516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/8810935398651870516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-new-reading-list.html' title='My New Reading List'/><author><name>Allison Blackburn</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101212809035405165894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X2010p96qH4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zm8tXq0OfJs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014705948017503419.post-6084414846600207085</id><published>2011-08-22T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T16:50:53.008-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I aced my final'/><title type='text'>Took My Final Today!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty sure I aced it too!! Even if I didn't, I know I still passed the class! Go me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, just had to celebrate. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I get to wake up at the butt crack of dawn to register for the new semester. But after that, I have three weeks off. Three &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;much needed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; weeks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've downloaded a lot of free books onto my Kindle. I'll post my to-read list later. I am WAY behind on crocheting my friend's birthday afghan (sorry girl). And I really need to work in the garden a bit. But for tonight, I'm relaxing and enjoying that I kicked some major ass in this class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did it on a Monday. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014705948017503419-6084414846600207085?l=agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/feeds/6084414846600207085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/08/took-my-final-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/6084414846600207085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/6084414846600207085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/08/took-my-final-today.html' title='Took My Final Today!!!'/><author><name>Allison Blackburn</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101212809035405165894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X2010p96qH4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zm8tXq0OfJs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014705948017503419.post-7563336668032925908</id><published>2011-08-19T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T16:51:55.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My horoscope for 2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love Paul Rudd'/><title type='text'>Let's See If Any Of This Comes True...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Year 2011 Overview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As the consummate social butterfly of the zodiac, you'll be thrilled to hear  that the major planetary emphasis takes place in your social sector in 2011.  Expect your agenda to be chock full of parties and events to keep you busily  buzzing without pause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The year begins on a romantic note with Venus gracing your relationship  sector. But as the year unfolds, you'll be making so many new friends and  networking contacts, you'll barely have time to think about intimacy with one  person. The more the merrier is one of the year's central themes. You have a  knack for attracting interesting characters from every walk of life and finding  what's special about them. It's your insatiable curiosity that brings out the  gems in all you meet. And the more you can learn about yourself through the  continuous onslaught of new personalities and alliances livening up your social  scene, the happier and more fulfilled you will feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;With Pluto still excavating the depths of your soul, your interest in  psychology and desire to plummet your own depths only gets stronger throughout  2011. Asking the deeper questions about what really makes you tick can open many  wonderful doors. Self-knowledge is power. When Jupiter, the planet of philosophy  and expansive thinking enters your subconscious sector right around your  birthday, you'll be blessed with amazing vision, renewed perspective and a  series of Eureka moments and kismet meetings with amazing people. 2011 is the  year for expanding your horizons, meeting kindred spirits and finally creating  the community of your wildest dreams.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Gemini Month of August Love Horoscope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes you and your partner (or potential partner) just aren't on the same  wavelength. If that's the case on the 1st or 2nd, don't get your feathers in a  bunch. After all, if you always understood each other perfectly, where would the  fun be? A relationship is about relating, and that is always a process of trial  and error. You've got to be willing to make mistakes, and willing to let them  make mistakes, if you really want to make this work. Go for a really long run or  swim or walk or bike ride on the 5th and 6th, and something important will  suddenly become clear to you. Have you always been the one pushing your partners  away because you aren't comfortable setting boundaries? Don't let work rule your  life on the 10th &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and 11th, even if it's taking up a lot of your energy. Tap into  some seriously social impulses on the 17th and 18th, and see who you meet!  Feeling fantastic on the 22nd and 23rd? That's because you are fantastic. And  they can't wait to hang out with you! Talk it all over on the 28th and 29th.  Romance has something up its sleeve on the 30th and 31st.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Speaking of love, here's my dream man: Paul Rudd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JqV_xVbR144/Tk7ywsp7i1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/RHV0np8kuq8/s320/Paul+Rudd.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh so dreamy, smart, great taste in music and he's funny. Why can't I find a Paul Rudd?&lt;/span&gt;﻿ &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Or even a knock-off Paul Rudd?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Where is my Fairy Godmother and what is her deal? She's seriously slacking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014705948017503419-7563336668032925908?l=agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/feeds/7563336668032925908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/08/lets-see-if-any-of-this-come-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/7563336668032925908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/7563336668032925908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/08/lets-see-if-any-of-this-come-true.html' title='Let&apos;s See If Any Of This Comes True...'/><author><name>Allison Blackburn</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101212809035405165894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X2010p96qH4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zm8tXq0OfJs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JqV_xVbR144/Tk7ywsp7i1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/RHV0np8kuq8/s72-c/Paul+Rudd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014705948017503419.post-8432635385491620635</id><published>2011-08-18T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T16:51:41.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastinating'/><title type='text'>Do It Today... You Know You Don't Want To Do It Tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-78N_6kxC9eo/Tk2o4UsnuOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/RSVBPRLmGuM/s1600/IMG-20110818-00015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-78N_6kxC9eo/Tk2o4UsnuOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/RSVBPRLmGuM/s320/IMG-20110818-00015.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Here's a picture of the love of my life... Sid Vicious!! I took him to the groomer's today and he smells so nice and clean and looks so handsome! He comes out strutting, like, "Yeah, I know I look good." I think it's the pretty bow they put on him. I haven't told him it's girlie. I think the colors are masculine. ;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I also did my laundry this a.m. I was trying to get as much cleaning done as possible while he was at the groomer's, but couldn't do any major stuff (mopping,&amp;nbsp; vacuuming, cleaning the toilet or shower, anything that would make me sweaty... ewww) until I picked him up. I didn't want to be all gross and smelly. Judging by&amp;nbsp;half the people that were out and doing their own errands, I shouldn't have worried. Was that too evil? Oh well. If I can tell you need a shower, and I was able to get myself looking at least presentable this morning, why can't other people? At least brush your hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I did debate just not cleaning at all once I got home with my puppy love. I was tired, I had my puppy home and clean and happy.&amp;nbsp;Plus,&amp;nbsp;I saw I had a new magazine in the mail. But, I persevered. I think only because I knew I DO NOT want to wake up early tomorrow to do it. I know I'll be glad I did tomorrow. That way I can wake up, do some yoga, and if I feel up to it, get my filthy dirty car washed. But only if I feel like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Oh, and good news about the final! My awesome teacher gave us a review with pretty much all the answers. The final accounts for 5% of our grade, so even if I did fail it, I know I've passed the class! Go me!! Woot woot! Woot was actually added to the Oxford English Dictionary. Needless to say,&amp;nbsp;I am disgusted with the Oxford English Dictionary. Meh, whatevs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I did not pass my Computer Challenge test though. Which means I'll have to take that class next. I got a 76% and needed an 80%. Kinda bummed, I know the class is a beginner's class and will be super easy and just set me back on my timeline. But, life goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Before I sign off, I want to hello to my new followers! Who could you possibly be? Thank you for signing up and following me. It means more to me than you can imagine. Love you all and thank you for your kind words of inspiration!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014705948017503419-8432635385491620635?l=agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/feeds/8432635385491620635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/08/do-it-today-you-know-you-dont-want-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/8432635385491620635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/8432635385491620635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/08/do-it-today-you-know-you-dont-want-to.html' title='Do It Today... You Know You Don&apos;t Want To Do It Tomorrow!'/><author><name>Allison Blackburn</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101212809035405165894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X2010p96qH4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zm8tXq0OfJs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-78N_6kxC9eo/Tk2o4UsnuOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/RSVBPRLmGuM/s72-c/IMG-20110818-00015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014705948017503419.post-8594969883538111090</id><published>2011-08-17T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T16:51:30.774-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Migraine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting hit on by a random biker dude'/><title type='text'>Migraine, Migraine, Go Away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And don't come back another day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And I was doing so well. Damn. Final day of school before my final, so I have to this gone before class. Then I can deal with it. The final is on Monday and I do need to study all weekend. But today, we're doing a final review. So... go away migraine! Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;On a happier note, I was driving to class on Tuesday and I hear a honk. I turn to my right side where I get the "Hey, what's up," nod from a biker dude. Sadly, said biker dude looked like a member of ZZ Top. But, I'll still take that as I can turn guys' heads. Right? Happy Wednesday all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014705948017503419-8594969883538111090?l=agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/feeds/8594969883538111090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/08/migraine-migraine-go-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/8594969883538111090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014705948017503419/posts/default/8594969883538111090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlslifewithms.blogspot.com/2011/08/migraine-migraine-go-away.html' title='Migraine, Migraine, Go Away...'/><author><name>Allison Blackburn</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101212809035405165894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X2010p96qH4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zm8tXq0OfJs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014705948017503419.post-7516770372127589245</id><published>2011-08-16T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T16:51:18.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First day of blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Multiple Slcerosis'/><title type='text'>First Day of Blogging...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Welcome to my blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It may well be the most boring blog on the planet! I'm not trying to scare you off, just a fair warning. I have Multiple Sclerosis and therefore am not having wild, crazy adventures. Just the day to day adventures of dealing with this dumb disease. I will, on occasion, do really stupid things which I will post for your enjoyment. After all, someone ought to enjoy them. I am currently enrolled in school, deciding if I should re-enter the workforce(terrified to lose my disability benefits), all while living with MS. It makes everything a little bit tougher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Let's start at the beginning, shall we? I am currently 32 years young. I am a female. I was diagnosed at age 25 with MS. I was working full-time, going to school at night, when I woke up one morning with extreme vertigo and double vision, which led to vomiting because I felt sea sick. I thought it was the Taco Bell I ate after school the night before. Wouldn't you? Cut to a week later, I'm in the hospital having been diagnosed with relapsing/remitting MS. I won't lie. It did suck. A lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I spent the next 3 years focusing on getting better, all while attempting to get put on disability. My advice for anyone with MS trying to get on disability, get a lawyer. I had to before they approved me.&amp;nbsp;Also make sure to get a neurologist you love. They will become a fixture in your life. You need to trust them completely. What sucks about this disease is that we can look completely normal, even though we have lesions on our brains that make it light up like a Christmas tree on our MRI. Especially when you're young, people do not believe you are as sick as you are. I think that's why I was denied for disability for so long, but a lot of people have told me they deny everyone at least three times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Life has had its ups and downs, but I am blessed. I have loving and supportive family and&amp;nbsp;friends. They always put the air conditioner vents in the car facing me (it's the small things sometimes). They are there for me in so many other ways too. I still live with my mommy. Yay! At 32! But what would I do without her? She also helps with my shots. How on Earth am I supposed to get the back of my arms by myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Six years after being diagnosed, I am&amp;nbsp;almost feeling&amp;nbsp;like I did when I was still "healthy". As healthy as I ever was, I mean. I am on medication.&amp;nbsp;Three times a week I have to inject myself, my mom does help, as I mentioned.&amp;nbsp;I do&amp;nbsp;have many, many, many lesions for someone my age. I don't like writing that. It feels like it's not true if I don't say it.&amp;nbsp;I am always tired. If you're reading this and you have MS, or know someone who does, then you know what I'm talking about. The migraines are still constant.&amp;nbsp;But I am able to walk.&amp;nbsp;Pretty normally too! I just trip more often than your normal 32 year old. People ask if I have "upper" or "lower" MS and I suppose I have "upper". I don't have a problem in my legs really, just my head. The double-vision comes back on occasion. I have to stay out of the heat, but my English/Irish ancestry makes me stay out of the sun anyways. I do yoga at least 4 times a week. I only miss it if I'm sick or having an "MS" week. When I have a bad day, I always just say, "It's the plaque!".&amp;nbsp; I also use that when I forget something. (Side-note: make notes for yourself. To-Do lists, Post-It notes. I find they all help me remember to do the small things like take the dog to the groomer's before the day is halfway over)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I guess I started this to chronicle for myself how I'm doing with Multiple Sclerosis and to show others out there that it's okay. It gets better. If you were just diagnosed, there are a lot more medicines then there were 20 years ago. Of course, I have depressed days too, but all in all, it could be much worse. I met a friend at an MS Walk who told me that everyone on Earth is disabled, they just don't know what they have yet. And it's true. At least we know what we're up against.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, keep your head up and be proud of your daily accomplishments. MS is a daily battle, and every night when you go to bed, congratulate yourself on what you've accomplished. No matter how small. Doing the dishes, walking the dog, doing some yoga, or even just making it through another day. If you are walking though... keep on eye on what's ahead of you instead of keeping your head up. 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