Monthly Archives: September 2017


I am trying to get some supplies for Silver Sky by Janet, and I need some help. I know, I know. I’m always looking for help, but please give me a second to explain.  The easiest and cheapest way that you can help is to join Ibotta using my referral code. I get $5 when you join, and a $10 bonus if two people join. I get $50 if five join and $100 for every 10 who sign up. And all you need is the referral code and a smartphone.  Right now I have $30 worth of rebates in my account with that app. I can get that money transferred to my PayPal account so that I can use it on Beadaholique. Beadaholique uses a rewards system where you earn points for each item you buy or for some tasks you perform. For every 100 points you receive, you can get $1 discount. For every $50, you also get an extra 250 points, so if I spent $200, I could a $10 discount. That basically translates into free stuff/shipping upgrades.  Other ways you can help out is to donate directly to my PayPal or to send me gift cards for Amazon, Beadaholique, Hobby Lobby, Joann, or Michaels. Like I said before, the Ibotta method is cheapest for you. I don’t really have an expiration date for the help, though Beadaholique is running a 25% site-wide discount through tomorrow.  I could purchase jewelry supplies from any of the stores, but some of the stores also sell wreath making supplies, which I also need. If you can help me get enough money together to make these purchases, I will: Be forever grateful.  Give you a discount on purchases you make for a two months/every gift card, donation, etc. you send/make.  Name an item in honor of you.  Please help if you can and consider sharing the link with friends who might help. Thanks!

Help a Ginger Out


Have I mentioned on here before that I’m allergic to raw onions? I think I have. It’s something I discovered about five years ago when I ate something with raw onion on it & broke out in hives across my face. I confirmed it a few times after that to make sure; usually I had Benadryl on hand.1  Since then, I’ve been extremely careful about not consuming raw onions. I try to make sure to only order onions that I’m sure have been thoroughly cooked. And before you ask: Yes, it is absolutely possible to be allergic to raw onions and not to cooked ones.2  Today, I went to Quizno’s and had a sandwich that had “sautéed onions” on it. I took a bite & found they had the taste & texture of raw onions. I spent minutes taking apart my sandwich. My dad talked to the manager/franchise owner who said the onions were “sautéed” in the microwave. I know you can do that to a certain degree in a microwave, but the onions on my sandwich were either raw or barely cooked. Either way, they were a danger to me & a lesson learned.  I should just skip all onions & mention I’m allergic to them when I’m at restaurants—advice that was given to me a few years back by Anna. She’s a smart lady.  Because I’m me. ↩The theory is that the things that cause the allergy are broken down by the heat of cooking it. ↩

Locked Me Out and Threw a Feast



This Thursday was my first day of post-op physical therapy. So far there’s not much I’m allowed to do. I’m not allowed to bend past 90°. I’m not allowed turn my leg out to the side for long. I physically can’t do straight leg lifts with my left leg yet.1 The therapist was a bit exasperated because I’m not allowed to do most of the early exercises in the hip & knee program. She literally had to rip the first page of exercises off because all six are not safe for me to do yet. She’s having to do most of my PT for me; moving my leg around to stretch the muscles in a way that shouldn’t injure me.2 It’s weird.  The program that my orthopedist wants me to go through is a six month rehab meant for athletes. That’s kind of funny because he told me at my first appointment that he thought my issue was due to not being active. The labral tear made it obvious that I’m not the stereotypical lazy fat chick.  The tendon that was released was the one that helps the body do those lifts. ↩I worry that she doesn’t seem to understand what Ehlers-Danlos is and why my “amazing” flexibility in some joints is not a good thing. ↩

A New Kind of Hipster