See? Good reasons for insanity in all
If you've watched my videos on youtube then you can probably tell that I'm constantly sniffling between perpetual allergies and/or a cold. One of the things that really sucks about this--aside from the obvious abundance of snot--is that because of my cardiac issues I'm not supposed to take regular allergy or cold medicine so I usually just suffer through it. However the other day I was scrolling through Pinterest--where all good ideas come from--and I found a homeopathic cold remedy in the form of a Ginger detox bath which promised to help you sweat out your afflictions. The next thing I knew I was grabbing my keys to make a trip to the supermarket.
"Where are you going? It's dark out!" my mother exclaimed as I headed toward the front door. (My mother is from the school of thought that females should not go out after twilight or they will surely be accosted by ghoulies, beasties and long-legged nasties.)
"To get some ground ginger," I replied.
"Why do you need ground ginger at 9:30 at night?"
"Because I'm going to bathe in it."
And as she is so used to doing, my mother just accepted that I had said something inane.
After aquiring the ground ginger without being kidnapped--though I told my mother that I fought off a hooligan who tried to shiv me and an old man who offered me candy--I dug the baking soda out of the cupboard and went upstairs to brew a Gingered Kat Stew.
I ran the tub full of hot water, added the ginger which turned the water a disgusting shade of brown, shook approximately a third of a cup of baking soda into the mix, eased myself into the mess, grabbed a book and let myself cook. It only took about ten minutes before I started to sweat but you're supposed to soak for at least forty minutes to get the full effect of the ginger so I continued to soak and read my book.
Jewels, and my brother Mike (known on here as "Gator"). Again there is logical reason for this madness and we are not arbitrarily jumping for my hypothermic fun of it but because we joined the Polar Bear Plunge to benefit the Special Olympics. Jewels and I have already our minimum donation goals thanks to some brilliant peeps who I'll be linking to their blogs/twitters as my featured Super Peeps next month, but my brother hasn't reached his goal yet, so I'm extending my thanks of pimping to anyone who contributes to his goal, too. For a minimum donation of 5 bucks toward Gator's/Mike's goal, I'll shout you out in the post I do about the Plunge and also have the link to your blog on my sidebar in all of its glory for thirty days (or more usually).
But before you think that I've gone soft and am helping my brother because I'm a nice person or something, let me clarify that by donating to my brother you are actually still helping me because if Gator/Mike doesn't reach his goal, he can't plunge and I will feel much better about plunging into icy water if I can look over and laugh at my brother's freezing ass.
Finally I wanted to add that by donating, not only will you be helping me, but you will also get bragging rights that you personally helped me in my latest tale of what-the-fuckery.
How can you resist that, right?
(And this is Number 25 on the List of Shameless Shit: Ask for help.)