07 February 2006

Blood donation

There's been a lot of discussion in the Batt lately on the topic of donating blood.

All I have to say is that some of us would love to donate blood, but unfortunately, we don't weigh anywhere near 110 pounds.

11 Comments:

Anonymous BlameCandida said...

I read something the other day (I don't remember which blog) about this movement on different campuses about preventing blood banks from setting up because of "discrimination against homosexuals".

Maybe you should start a movement for TAMU to divest from blood banks because of discrimination against light-weight people. The way our admin grabs their ankles the second anyone mentions diversity I think you might have a fighting chance. Oh, and throw in something about not being allowed in The Corner.

6:45 PM  
Blogger Monty said...

I need to feed you some meat-n-taters, you skinny little thing!

Come on up here to Minnesota some summer and I'll cook you up a steak the size of a trunk-lid. A garnish of home-made potato salad (the mustard-y kind). Some Dutch apple pie for dessert.

Remember: our forebears fought and died so we could cook out on the Fourth of July and eat until we fall into a coma.

10:29 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I don't weigh anything near 110 pounds either.

D in T

1:13 PM  
Blogger Russ said...

Monty's offer sounds very tempting, Mrs. Peel. I think you should take the silver tongued devil up on it.

Of course, you should definitely plan on stopping off in Iowa on your way home in order to have some delicious Iowa corn-fed beef that DOESN'T taste like pine needles.

8:02 PM  
Blogger Mrs. Peel said...

I'm thinking it over, Russ. The only trouble is that I don't like potatoes or apple pie (something about warm apples just grosses me out, I don't know why). Now if Monty makes sweet potatoes and strawberry pie, then maybe we could talk. But he's got to bring something to the table.

9:17 PM  
Anonymous Duquesne said...

Monty, if Texas cookin' can't put meat on her bones, nothing will.
Corn chips and salsa at every meal, kielbasa the size of a baby's arm, Freebird burritos the size of a newborn, and sweet potato pie (it'll shut my mouth) for dessert...
Not to mention steaks grilled all day over mesquite as God intended...
ok, I'm hungry now....

11:22 PM  
Blogger Mrs. Peel said...

Actually, the real culprit is not enough Dr. Pepper. I got sick last semester and wasn't allowed to drink it for a couple months, and I lost about 7 pounds (which is a lot for me). I didn't change my diet much otherwise and wasn't exercising at all.

The nice part was that I could indulge in the holiday sweets Mom and I made with zero guilt. Mom's fantasy fudge, my Snickerdoodles, peppermint fudge, my aunt's famous pecan tassies, pumpkin pie, my sister's cowboy cookies, peanut butter cookies, more pumpkin pie, lots more Snickerdoodles...mmm. I'll have to remember the trick this year.

7:25 AM  
Blogger Mrs. Peel said...

(I'm surprised Monty hasn't informed me that at the end of the day, I'll be cooking the food...I guess he placates.)

10:17 AM  
Blogger Russ said...

Freebird burritos? Wow, that brings back a great memory.

1:27 PM  
Blogger Monty said...

But he's got to bring something to the table.

Oh, I'll bring something to the table. You may depend upon that, my dear little miss.

And Monty does not placate. He just gets deathly ill and languishes near death for several days.

And by the way, what kind of comsymp preevert backwards-ass mouth-breathing savage hates apple pie?!? I am outraged! That's like hating sunshine and puppy-dogs!

11:16 AM  
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