What Happened Next

Wow, hi Internet. I missed you.I know I told you I wouldn’t run off again, but nobody should be surprised. I’m here now. I found some time to sit still and think and write, and that’s exactly what I’ll do. I owe you an update, I know.

I’ve been spending every day with my favorite people and friends, and one thing seems to be consistent: they all just want me to be real. They ask about my writing. They ask where it is. They know me well enough to know that once I’ve lost my ability to write my thoughts, I might as well have lost it all. I’ve been telling them that I just can’t right now – surely nobody wants to hear how challenging things are. I never wanted this to become a negative space. My people have been telling me that it doesn’t matter, that you want to hear it all. As one friend put it: I have to tell you the truth about my reality, if only just so you know how to better love me and pray for me. Wow I have the greatest friends!!!!

So, where do we begin?

Lets go back to what I last told you a few months ago in this post: I spent several months last fall waiting for a surgery that never happened. My doctors decided that a spinal cord stimulation is pretty much my only option left for treatment of my Complex Regional Pain Syndrome. For the first time in my life, I agreed and I was READY for that surgery. Well, as you know, it was cancelled indefinitely when my insurance denied to cover it. In fact, from that point on, my insurance cut me off completely. I spent the last few months of 2017 paying for everything – appointments, medications, even my flu shot. I was incredibly defeated and angry. Insurance companies have never been my friend.

What happened next?

January finally rolled around. Thanks to my dad’s job, I have a different insurance company this year. I met with my doctors as soon as I could, and we immediately placed an order for the spinal cord stimulator. We scheduled it for early February, and we waited. I waited three weeks. I am not always the most patient girl, but patience is probably the one thing I’ve learned the most about this year. The week before the surgery, the insurance still hadn’t made a decision. I was told I had until the Friday before the surgery to get approval.

Friday happened.  I called my case worker one more time, knowing full well that she had spent the entire day on my case. In the most casual way, she told me she hadn’t had time to call me yet… but it was approved!

Wow okay slow down. I found out FOUR DAYS before my surgery that it was ACTUALLY happening. That was terrifying. You see, I had given up by then. I had decided that it would be batter to prepare myself for another denial. I thought that was the safer route. So when I got approval, that was a whole different experience that I wasn’t ready for. I’ll share more about those emotions some day soon. I want you to hear about it, just not right now.

So yes, the surgery happened. February 7th. It was the most insane day.

My sweet sweet sweet best friend picked me up bright and early and we made the hour long trip to north Austin. We prayed in the car and headed upstairs, and I was in pre-op five minutes later. While I was being prepped for surgery, I met at least a dozen different people who would be in my OR, each one with a very specific job to ensure that everything went perfectly. Everyone was ready to go, and I went under with no problems. But nobody was prepared for what would happen next.

First, let me tell you that the surgery itself went perfectly. Everything went in exactly as it should have, and ultimately (spoiler alert) it was a success.

I wasn’t even out of the OR when the seizures started. There were 3 of them. I remember being slightly aware between numbers 2 and 3. I remember hearing the staff call EMS while someone else put what I assume was a breathing tube in my throat. They didn’t have time to secure my airway before the next seizure started. The last thing I remember is being rolled, and my only thought was “please don’t ruin this stimulator.”

I’ll make this really long story a bit shorter by telling you that it had a happy ending. I was taken to a hospital, and ultimately my seizure disorder was finally diagnosed as hypomagnesemia. I don’t know why, but this ER doctor ran some tests that must have been missed before, and I was discharged a few hours later with a new body full of magnesium for the first time, and a bunch of supplements to take. I still have a bit of a journey left to go on with the seizures and tremors, but I at least see the light at the end of the tunnel there.

Back to the stimulator.

After my little trip to the hospital, my team of St. Jude representatives turned on my device. I’ll make a post on the science behind spinal cord stimulators later if you’re interested, but for now I’ll keep it simple. The whole point of the device is that it is supposed to cover up the pain in my lower body. The insurance looks for a 50% improvement in pain… and I got 80%! The device they put in on February 7 was just a temporary trial to see if this had potential. With so much success, I’ll be getting a permanent one implanted in about 2 weeks.

There’s so much more that I want to tell you. But for now I’ll leave it here. The excitement is dying down for a minute in between surgeries, so I finally have some time to reflect and prepare for round two. I’ve had to give up so much for this journey, including school and work, but I know that I’m going to get so much more in return.

 Alive Blessed Grateful

I might be a little nervous, but I can’t wait to see what happens next.

I’m so so SO happy that I get to share this whole thing with you. I hope you stick around to see what happens next. I’ll try not to leave you in the dark this time.

With all the love,




New Year, New Site

Teaspoon of Sprinkles, New Website

Hey friends! Happiest of New Year to you!

If you’re anything like me, you LOVE fresh starts and new beginnings. For some of us, this day is the beginning of new journeys towards dreams we can’t even fathom right now.

About a year ago, this little place right here was my dream. I had been writing for Teaspoon of Sprinkles for six months, and it was growing faster than I could believe. I knew that someday I wanted to truly own this place and the words that I wrote, but I never knew if that day would come. It was my goal to own the rights to my content, I wanted the power to choose who and what I worked with, and what I was able to share with the world.

If you’re not a blogger, I know what you’re thinking: “Ally, ToS has always been yours. It has always been your content. Your blog. Your site.”

See, it isn’t that easy. In the next few weeks I’ll dive into more of what it means to become an independent and self-hosted blogger and own your rights, but for now, just trust me that this is a huge deal. Like really huge.

Enough about me, what does this mean for you? Content UPGRADE.

In the last few months I’ve been contacted by companies and brands that I LOVE and want to share with you, but haven’t been able to. But now, you will have access to all of the surprises and deals that I have been holding onto for you.

You’ll get more consistent (shhhhh!) and quality content, along with some fun free things along the way.

Wow this is like my own version of Christmas!!!

I want to stop right here and say thank you to those who have made this transition possible. From the girls in my blogger communities, to my sister who tells me I’m pretty almost every time I ask, and my friends who stop me from doing stupid things but encourage me to chase my dreams. Every single one of you rock. A lot. Forever.

Okay, so where to now?

For today, feel free to get to know our new site. Under “contact” above, you can send me a message or pitch a deal if that’s what  you’re into! You can also find my Instagram feed over there and join in on the daily shenanigans.

Are you new here?

Welcome!!!!! Yay!!!!!! Head on up to the “About” section in the main menu, and learn about me (Ally) and my service doggie (Mali). I also recommend going back to these posts just to get a feel for what you might find here on any given day: Teaspoon of Sprinkles Part 1 and Part 2.

Make sure you look over there on the right side of your screen and subscribe to this blog, that way you will NEVER miss a post. Were you subscribed on the old site? Go ahead and subscribe one more time just to be safe. My content made it over here, but I’m not so sure my subscriptions did.

THIS IS SO EXCITING. Make sure you stay connected on all of the social medias, and check back often for fun new content. I promise not to let you down.

Leave  a comment down below and tell me what you would like to see more of here. I want this to be a place for you, just as much as it is for me!

With all the love,


Stuck Right Here

Six weeks later… here I am. I miss this space, and I think about it all the time. But currently I don’t feel like I have any thoughts worth sharing. Things are pretty negative around here. The best news I have for you is that I put my shoes on this morning without crying. Literal baby steps.

Last we talked I told you about the two part surgery that I was looking forward to. It was scheduled for mid October, and then cancelled. The insurance denied it. Multiple appeals later, still denied. I’m pretty devastated but holding on to the hope that my team will find a way around this roadblock. We have some options to look into, and other doctors offering to help. I’m frustrated, but my friends and family are pretty good at keeping hope alive for me. I probably won’t share any more about this surgery until the device is permanently in my body, just to keep you all out of the mess. In the meantime, I’m medicated and hiding from the world in my closet. It’s safe in there.

Like I told you before, I can’t make any promises of scheduling or content. But I want to be here. I have some ideas in mind- things I want to say/do/show you. In the next few days, I’ll be sharing a comprehensive review of the She Reads Truth Bible, and probably some cute pictures of my dog because we all know she’s the reason you’re here!It’ll happen as my life allows, and as I find the words and courage to keep this space alive. Until them, you know where to find me.

Tell me something good in the comments down below. Give me a reason to celebrate today.

With all the love,


A review: Sharing Jesus Without Freaking Out

Recently, I had the opportunity to partner with Lifeway Christian books to review Alvin Reid’s new book “Sharing Jesus (Without Freaking Out): Evangelism The Way you Were Born to do it). Full disclosure: I was given this book for free in return for an honest review: so here it is.


Lets start on the personal side: I grew up in a pretty traditional Presbyterian church. “Evangelism” was a word that most people ran from. It was intimidating and not something most people seemed willing to be a part of. As expected, that understanding of Evangelism was passed down to me.

It wasn’t until recently that I found a new understanding of evangelism in the perspective of sharing Jesus openly and honestly. I came to college and joined a student ministry for a few years. In a leadership role, it seemed my biggest responsibility was to share Jesus. While it’s something I love, it’s not necessarily easy or something that I am good at.

Choosing to read this book changed that. I’m no longer in ministry, but as a believer I’m always expected to share Jesus and I love to be ready for that conversation at the drop of a hat. This book is quite straightforward, and makes evangelism seem like something even the most quiet and introverted people could do. From understanding the basic truths of the Gospel and making them applicable to society as a whole, to approaching complete strangers with truth the same way you would a friend. Everything seems so much more attainable and easy to process.

If you’d like to read this book yourself, you can find it on the Lifeway website (It’s only $7 at 60% off right now!) or at your local book retailer. I’d give it a solid 4 out of 5 stars, especially if you’re looking for a quick read to boost your confidence.

With all the love,



A Month to Forget

Hey friends, here’s an unexpected Saturday post for you. This one’s coming from my lil bitty heart after a lot of conversation with friends (both personal and blogging friends) during the most unexpected month. We all came to the conclusion that raw and unedited honesty seems best for now.

I’m really frustrated, in a whole lot of ways. A month ago, I sat down and planned all of my blog posts for the month of September. I had all of the outlines written and even had the whole first week written and scheduled (which is why you got posts for a few days earlier this month). I even had a few brand deals in the works, and I was so excited.

And then I got sick. Like, really sick. Sicker than normal. It always starts as a sinus infection, and ends with much more extremes than that. Two hospital trips within 24 hours, my parents even had to come down here and stay with me for a while. I couldn’t do anything for myself. I have very few memories of that week, and I know that is probably for the best. I remember crying a lot. There were a lot of literal and figurative pills to swallow. A lot of phone calls to be made. A lot of things to figure out.

Less than a week after the first trip to the ER, I found myself in the office of a new pain management specialist. Meeting new doctors, filling out millions of forms, retelling my story dozens of times. I’ve gone through this stage of treatment a few times in my life, and it never gets easier. I hate telling my story, believe it or not. I can do it in bits and pieces, but when I have to look someone in the eyes and tell my 9 year long story in one breath – that takes more strength than I currently have.

This new team immediately scheduled my first surgery. They said it would be my first of at least 3 (but more likely 6) before Christmas. I drove home running through all the memories I have of being in the OR – none of them worthy of reliving. The procedures I am currently having done were done on  12 year old Ally too. They didn’t work back then. The “doctor” I had at the time told me it was my fault. He ruined a lot of potential healing for me.

One week later: I’m in the OR. They took my dog away from me, even threatening to kick her out of the building for not having “papers” (remember: theres no such thing as SD papers). They had drugged me enough to make me forget why I was scared. I don’t remember going to sleep, but I remember waking up. I remember the gold fish crackers that the nurse fed me.

I remember feeling warm. CRPS takes away my ability to regulate my body temperature. I have been about 3-4 degrees colder than a normal person for 9 years. I was warm.

For a minute, the surgery worked.

That night came the fever. The headache.  The infection. The pain in my back that prohibited me from even feeding my own dog. Friend’s were in and out – feeding me, walking my dog, holding my hand. It sucked. A lot.

The pain in my back is still not gone. My legs are no longer warm. But my doctors see some hope for me.

So I’m having the same surgery repeated in 5 days. We’re hoping for the same warmth, and maybe even some pain relief. We’re just hoping. Or rather, everyone else is hoping for me because I’m currently still frustrated and hurting.

A few weeks later will be the big surgeries. A “pace maker for my nervous system” (aka a spinal cord stimulator) is being implanted to replace the pain in my legs with a more tolerable and less painful sensation. It’s a two part procedure that is meant to last 8 years. This is my big hope. This is my biggest chance.

Enough of my month long sob story, I guess what I’m trying to get at is this: I don’t know what to do with this space now. Some days I’m just too tired (or drugged) to write and edit. Some days there’s nothing to say. I can’t commit to a schedule, and I definitely can’t commit to content. I have no idea what is about to happen with these upcoming surgeries, but what I do know is this:

Writing is often my only outlet, and even the only way I can form words at all. I’ve been encourage to share this journey, and to be honest. I’ve been reminded that there may be one other person out there, or millions, who need to hear my story. Why not tell it as it’s happening, rather than wait for an outcome that may or may not occur?

So here I am. I don’t know how often I’ll be here, or what I’ll have to offer. But I’m here now, and ready for whatever is next.

I hope you’ll stay here with me.

With all the love,


Friendship Friday: Friend Day Ideas

My best friends and I all love to have friendship dates and even entire friendship days. Here are some ideas of fun things you can do with your besties!

  1. Coffee Shop Hop. Y’all, this is my favorite thing to do. I have approximately 3940235 favorite coffee shops all within a 20 mile radius. I’ve spent entire days with my friends just going from one coffee shop to the next, getting our favorite pastries, sharing our favorite drinks, and making tons of memories. And of course, the carpool karaoke that happens in the car between coffee shops is priceless.
  2. Nature days. One of my most memorable friendship days was when my very best friend and I went from one nature adventure to another. We spent time at the river, hiked a couple of different trails. We left our phones in the car and just existed in nature together for as long as our pale skin would let us. We ended the day at our favorite pond in the middle of our favorite trail with our bibles in our lap and a whole sea of stars above us. Best part: we never even had to leave our own town!
  3. Cleaning Dance Parties. Ok, hear me out. If you have a ton to do and not enough time to see your best friend, do your chores together! If you need to clean up the apartment, blast the music and tackle it together. This is truly a time that most of my favorite friendship memories have been made. Running errands? Pick up your friends along the way and sing in the car and see how loud you can sing in the store without getting kicked out. No one said adulthood had to be lonely and boring.
  4. Family Dinner. My friends and I love to eat, that’s for sure. When we all have busy schedules and places to be, we make it a priority to share a meal together as often as we can. Rotate playing hostess, and invite everyone to bring something to contribute to the meal. Cook up some tacos or stir fry or spaghetti, clean up, and then go out for dessert! It’s a fun way to get everyone together in a quiet setting, hear about each others lives, and forget about the chaos of the world.
  5. Craft Night. What girl doesn’t love crafts? Even if you aren’t artistic, you can still slap paint on a canvas or use a hot glue gun. Bring everyone together to make friendship paintings or flower crowns or bookmarks. Everyone gets to go home with something cute and personal, and so many memories are made in the process!

What do you like to do with your friends? Any more ideas to throw into the mix? Let me know below!

With all the love,



Hey friends, a little disclaimer here: I wrote this post two years ago and kept it hidden away until I found it last week. IT was incredibly heavy on my heart then, and super relevant now, so I think it’s time to share. Let me know what you think! 


Forgiveness is such a weird thing. If you’re in a position where you find yourself needing or wanting to forgive someone, that means that they’ve done something to hurt you. They’ve caused pain in your life, whether it is a small scratch on the surface of your heart, or a deep laceration straight into your soul. Pain is pain. None of us enjoy it. We all want it to go away. Some people believe the way to make that ache escape us is to cut the person who caused the ache out of our life. That might work for a hot minute, but I promise you that it won’t be the most fulfilling healing process. True, genuine, complete healing begins when we forgive.

Forgiving someone doesn’t mean the pain never happened. It doesn’t make the current moment any better than it is, but it’ll make your future so much lighter and brighter. When you take the opportunity to forgive someone who has done you wrong, you open the door to building stronger relationships and the chance to replace the negative memories with positive and lasting memories.

You see, we forgive because we are forgiven. We learn by example. Our Holy Father has taught us that forgiveness is such a blessing, and such an opportunity. Every day, constantly, he is forgiving us for our wrongdoings. No matter how many times we mess up, he continues to love us all the same. When we sin, his heart aches. Not because we have hurt him, but because he wants so badly for us to do better. He see’s so much potential in us. He knows that we are capable of so much more than whatever situation we are stuck in. He forgives us eagerly, every chance he gets. When we reach out to him and ask for forgiveness, his heart bursts with that forgiveness and love without a second thought.

Why can’t we be the same way? Instead of seeing the negative things people have done to us, why can we not believe that those people are worth so much more than their downfalls? Why can’t we see the potential in people to learn and grow from their mistakes, rather than wallow in the pain?

Forgiveness is hard. It’s so hard. I get that. But The Lord won’t cause us pain without allowing something beautiful to grow from that pain. We just have to take that first step towards becoming more like Jesus. Loving more like Jesus. Forgiving more like Jesus.

With all the love,


More Inexpensive Apartment Decorating

In keeping with last weeks post about apartment decorating, I thought I’d share with you a bit of my haul of inexpensive decorations! Everything I share below costs $5 or less before tax, and truly makes my space my home.

  1. Faux Fur Rug (Five Below: $5): I had my eye on this rug long before I moved into my new place. It was the perfect size for an accent in my small room, and I knew it would soften up my space a lot. What I didn’t know was that Malibu was going to claim it as her own! It’s just the right size for her to curl up on and nap her days away.2809499_24x36-animal-shape-rug_ecomm1717-2
  2. Bed Canopy (Five Below: $5): I was a little hesitant to hang my canopy when I moved in, thinking that maybe it would make my room feel childish. I couldn’t have been more wrong! It softens my room perfectly and makes my bed even more dreamy than I could ever imagine. With the fairy lights behind it, my bed quickly became my favorite place (let’s be real, it already was my favorite place!)IMG_5237
  3. Motivational Posters (Target: $1 for 3): I had been holding on to a pack of these for quite some time, and then I spotted another pack just as I was decorating my apartment. They fit perfectly over my desk below my shelves, and they encourage me daily as I’m getting work done. Disclaimer: These may no longer be available due to the change of seasons and Target merchandise. If you can’t find them, I’m sure it’d be simple to make your own! IMG_5267
  4. Fake Flowers and Vases (Dollar Tree: $1 a piece): You already know how much I love plants, and how important they are to me. Sometimes, the hassle of keeping flowers alive and watching them die so quickly is just too much for me. I bought a few stems of fake flowers and a couple of vases and filler rocks from the dollar tree and instantly had added life and color on my desk! This is a great trick if you don’t quite have a green thumb (Spoiler alert: I don’t, either).FullSizeRender
  5. Storage Baskets (Five Below: $5 a piece): I love these baskets. They match my light and airy aesthetic perfectly, and they fit on my top shelf so nicely. I’m using these to store things I don’t use daily, such as my pen pal stationary and envelopes. Five Below has a very large selection of baskets in different colors, sizes and materials, they’re sure to have exactly what you’re looking for! Baskets are great for keeping clutter to a minimum, which leaves your small space looking clean and organized.2773737_wire-10x13-bin_ecomm1717

I hope I’ve been able to show you that decorating your apartment doesn’t have to make you go bankrupt! Keep your eyes open for deals, and always always always check the dollar section or dollar store. You never know what you’ll find!

With all the love,


August Favorites

I never thought I’d be cool enough to have a favorites post but here we are. August was a whirlwind, but here are a couple of things that got me through:

  1. PerkUp coffee in San Marcos, Texas. I’m really fortunate to live in a college town that is full of cute and unique coffee shops. Since moving to my new apartment, one of my closest shops is PerkUp- a bright and clean little shop. I’m a huge fan of cold brew, and PerkUp currently has my vote for the best cold brew in town. If you’re in the area and looking for a place to spend an afternoon and get some good quality coffee and food, this is your place. Pay them a visit here.
  2. Kodiak Minute Blueberry Muffins. Y’all. These are the best, and I eat them every single morning. You buy them individually, stir in 1/4 cup of water, microwave for a minute and instantly you have a perfect blueberry muffin. They taste so good, and they even make your entire house smell like blueberry muffins! There is no way to lose in this situation. They even come in other flavors. Check them out HERE.
  3. Erin Condren Academic Planner. You’ve heard me rave about this planner before, but it’s been very important this month. It’s syllabus week, which means a lot of due dates and exam dates to write down, and I’m also working extra days this semester along with copious amounts of breakfast and coffee dates! I couldn’t live without my planner, and the EC academic one is definitely my favorite.
  4. Spotify Peace of Mind playlist by Alex G. Alex G is a singer/songwriter that I’ve loved for years, but I just recently discovered some of the playlists she’s put together on Spotify. This playlist is my go-to in pretty much every situation: stressful, overwhelming, sleepy. It’s mostly acoustic, and has the perfect vibes for any mood. (did I just say vibes in an actual sentence?) Listen to it here.
  5. Peter Pan (the book). This month I decided to read a classic fairytale, and picked up Peter Pan. Y’all. There is something so eye opening about reading words on a page, rather than watching the movie that we all grew up with. It makes it seem more tangible and grown up, in a way. I’m definitely a huge fan of revisiting old favorites in a new medium. Books will always be better than their movies. I’m not sorry.

What did you love this month? What are you reading/eating/buying that I need to know about? Let me know!

With all the love,



It’s Not a Race

Today is my first day of senior year. I’m supposed to graduate in May and start a real job and be an adult. It’s supposed to be almost over.

I won’t be graduating in May. Or August. Or even next December.

If all goes according to plan (fingers crossed) Malibu and I will walk the stage in May of 2019. A whole year late, because I dropped out one semester, cut down to part time in the middle of another semester, and will continue to be part time for 4 more semesters. It’s been frustrating and exhausting and disappointing. I’ve spent a lot of my school days feeling like a failure as I struggle to balance life with school. It’s been this way since I got sick in the seventh grade, and I’m assuming it’ll be like this for every season of life to come.

Instead of continuing to feel defeated and disappointed in myself, I’ve been trying hard lately to appreciate the progress that’s been made. I’ve come much farther than I ever anticipated. I can remember a time when I thought my illness would stop me completely. There was a point in time when I didn’t think college was even an option for me. My first semester I went from walking to wheelchair almost over night, and still managed to get a 4.0. I worked incredibly hard to get myself back to school after taking a semester long break for treatment at the Cleveland Clinic. I’ve shown up to school just hours after being discharged from the hospital, and battled symptoms and fatigue just to make it through an exam. In fact, this past Summer, I had class Monday through Friday for 10 weeks straight and was only absent once.

These are all things that I never thought possible. As disappointed as I was that I’ll be in college longer than what’s expected of a girl my age, I’m equally grateful now to know that I do have the ability to succeed.

Who said college had to take four years and not a semester longer? It’s not a race. I’m not losing, and I’ll cross the finish line eventually. Until then, cheers to senior year (and the senior years to come!)

With all the love,