IMG_3591Nobody in my family is big on needles, so it’s a good thing I’m not into intravenous drugs. But when I joined the military, I had to get my blood drawn. A lot. And when I got pregnant, I had to get my blood drawn. A lot. With all that practice, I’ve managed to get used to having small amounts drawn; I just make it a point to sit my butt down and NOT look at the needle.

Because of this needle phobia, I’ve never willingly donated blood. When I was shipped off to basic training in San Antonio one month after high school graduation, they asked volunteers to donate. Well, darn the luck, I was the rebel that had gotten a tattoo within the past six months, so I was ineligible. In college, there was always a homecoming blood drive in which all the sororities and fraternities were competing to see who could suck the most blood from their members. Well, darn the luck again; I got another tattoo so was once again ineligible. The next year, I wasn’t ready for any more tattoos, so I actually drove to Oklahoma City and got my TONGUE pierced so that I wouldn’t have to donate. (Note: This was a bad decision. It lasted all of three days.) At the time, I didn’t even care about the pain and the fact that I couldn’t eat. It was better than giving blood, in my mind!

But now I’m an adult. And at the ripe old age of 34, I’ve decided to man up and give blood. I’ve been told by multiple people that it’s not bad at all, and that it’s a really, really helpful thing. One pint of my blood could save up to three lives. That’s a pretty big deal. I’m going to take half an hour out of my day on Wednesday afternoon, and head over to the J.M. Davis Arms & Historical Museum where the Red Cross will be happy to take some of my life juice. If I can do it, YOU can do it. Plus, you get free cookies and some kind of restaurant coupon, and everyone knows how much I love free stuff!

Call the Red Cross at 1-800-RED-CROSS or get online at to schedule an appointment. I did mine online and it literally took less than 30 seconds. The blood drive will be this Wednesday, December 18, from 2-6 p.m., in the Claremore Room at the gun museum. Don’t be a weenie. Donate.

Don’t you want free cookies?