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It wouldn't be charitable if it didn't suck a little, right?

Adam is nothing if not creative. And kind of a dick. Rather than flat-out donating to my 2015 AHA Heart Walk fundraising campaign because he loves me, he agreed to donate if I “work for it.” 403 more words

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We're like The Skulls but, like, The Wombs

As she hooked me up to the platelet-scraping machine on Monday, the phlebotomist asked me if I’d ever been pregnant.

“Pregnant women create a certain antibody that is harmless to them or their babies, but might be harmful to the platelet recipient,” she said. 305 more words

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The beginning of the end

On Tuesday, I officially registered for grad school graduation (May 1). I’ve known graduation day is coming for months, but having to phonetically spell my name for the announcer to read as I bounce across the stage in my little cap and gown… it really hit home that pretty soon, this will all be over. 173 more words

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80's Ladies Night

What happens when you mix me, Amy, my mom, a Catholic school gym, a steak dinner, free wine, an 80’s themed-dance and all the green eyeshadow you can find? 80 more words

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Enjoy the silence

Minnesota winters are gross — super cold, dark and dry as hell. My skin hates the -45% humidity and both Adam and I have trouble sleeping when the air is too dry. 378 more words

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A big, bloody step in the right direction

Welp, it finally happened: after taking its fair share of my sweat and tears, the world has, at last, formally come for my blood.

I began donating blood while a senior in college, mostly just to prove to myself that I could. 392 more words

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