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When I was younger, I was told I looked like Tori Spelling. Of course, I always add if she had too many doughnuts to eat.
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When I was younger I collected dolls and masks.

Somehow, as an adult, I've gotten a collection of Nativity Sets and Crosses.
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I have two best friends.  I've know Christina for 24 years.  I've know Cynthia for 21 years.  We are still friends and probably will remain so.
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I would probably invite him in and have a drink. I fell for him hard the summer I was in 8th grade. He was older and had a car. His grandparents lived in the same neighborhood as me. We hung out a lot. We clicked and had fun. We joked around, but we also fought. I remember one particular fight where we were in the middle of the street yelling at each other. He got in his car and sped off. He didn't come back for three whole day, which in teenage terms, is an eternity. We had great conversations. He sang "I'd Die Without You" (by PM Dawn) to me. He grabbed my arm while he was in his car because I had hit him for something he said. He started driving with me in tow. It wasn't fast and I probably learned a lesson of sorts. When it came time for him to graduate, he told me that he couldn't date me because I would probably leave and we would have to break up. He is a pharmacist now, which is what he always wanted to do. I wish him the best, but I'm glad that I wound up with Spart!
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Growing up I always loved Mickey Mouse. He was just the greatest nice guy.
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I am going through this. The problem with all the options is what is covered and finding ways to finance said things. I have considered IVF, but my insurance does not pay for it. Right now, I don't see it as a viable option. I have actually been approached by women who have offered to be my surrogate. That sounds great, but I'm not sure of all of the baggage that goes along with it. I am not against adoption at all because I am adopted. The things you have to go through in order to qualify as an adoptive parent are just insane. I know that they want to make sure the child is placed in a decent home, but gee whiz.

The cost is another major issue. I know that some people would say, "Well, if you are worried about the cost of these procedures, maybe you shouldn't have a child." I understand where they are coming from, but people have children all the time. The cost to actually having a child is so much cheaper than any procedures to if you cannot conceive.

Right now, I think that all of the options available to people who cannot conceive are not cost effective and have caused a great many people who would otherwise be great parents unable to do so.
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The summer between my freshman and sophomore years of high school my church youth group went on a float trip down the Illinois River in Tahlequah OK. We had gone the year before and had a really good time. This particular year was very rainy. When we got to the place to rent the canoes, it was suggested that we get rafts instead. Sure, we thought this would be a fun idea. I wound up in a raft with my friends Rita and Christina. I'm not sure which of them was in the front, but I was the rudder. Bad idea. I managed to get us stuck under a tree with fairly rapid water rushing under us. Rita and Christina made it out of the raft and floated on downstream. I became wedged against the tree and the raft. I was finally able to wrestle the raft away, but I kept going under the water. I tried holding on the tree with little success. I went under about three times. The last time, I let go of the tree and said "God, it is in your hands." I went under and yes, saw the proverbial "white light." I also heard, "Not yet." I then bobbed on the other side of the tree into the waiting arms of my youth minister. It was very shaken up and started sobbing into our other sponsor's arms (She was one of my many adopted mothers). After that experience, I tried to take a "life's too short attitude." For the most part, I still try to adhere to that.
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Right now I really identify with "Her Diamonds" by Rob Thomas.  I have been feeling what is described in the song.  I have gotten better, but it still strikes a chord with me.
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I have been told and mostly agree that I look like Tori Spelling. Well, that is Tori Spelling after ten years eating nothing but doughuts.
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[Error: unknown template qotd] I have a lovely story behind my name.  My name is Sahona Christine.  I am an adopted only child of two people who have four other siblings.  My parents had no idea what they were getting.  They agreed on a boy's name:  Terrance Dean.  I'm not sure where the Terrance came from, but Dean is my dad's middle name.  His name is Donald Dean, and he is named after my grandma's favorite singers, Donald O'Connor and Dean Martin.  Anyway....they couldn't agree on a girl's name.  My dad wanted to name me Michelle Renee.  My mom wanted to name me Margo Dawn after the two of them.  Her name is Margaret.  Dad did not like Margo Dawn, and Mom thought that Michelle Renee was too common and ordinary.  My grandad put in his two cents and said that I should be named Penelope Esmerelda.  I have no idea why. 

They picked me up from the hospital still without a name.  They were very excited about it.  They finally agreed upon Christine but couldn't figure out what went with it.  Dad said "Sahona," which prompted Mom to ask him how to spell it.  They decided upon this spelling.

When I was working at Wal-Mart in Dallas, I had a couple who would come through my line about once a week.  One day they asked me if I knew what my name meant, and I said no that my parents made it up.  They told me that I was mistaken and that my name is a real name.  They added that their daughter was named the same thing only my parents misspelled it.  It is an Indian name.  (I'm not sure which dialect.)  It is supposed to be spelled Sahana.  It means patience and is a musical scale.  When my parents found out that my name meant patience, they laughed because I am not patient in the slightest.
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