tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22848140782278996752012-02-15T23:47:21.453-08:00OneWord.com is the inspiration for this blog. One word and sixty seconds to write about it expands to review my outlook of life. Love it or hate it, this is my first reaction. Feel free to share your own stories, based off of the trigger word, in the comments section.MrsDHansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16550796948347272142noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284814078227899675.post-15720949616986246302009-11-05T16:46:00.000-08:002009-11-05T17:39:31.560-08:00

The Princess and the Frog The princess and the frog is a time honored story. So why, when Disney has the opportunity to crown their first black Disney princess, do they decide turn her into a frog almost immediately? Seriously, not cool. That's right, after the princess kisses the frog - trusting that he will turn into a prince - and then she turns into a leggy, although green, female frog. 

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I was certain that I had put my keys on the coffee table when I came in. Yet as I stared blankly at the surface, no keys were materializing. These lapses in memory, in time, are happening more often now. I now often wonder how it will manifest itself as it worsens. What will I forget next? It all started when I wished that I could just forget pieces of my life. At the time, it seemed like

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"Amber. I like that name for a girl." Gasp. My husband is thinking about baby names. I want kids so badly. It feels like I'm living a stunted life without them. But after years of having sex with zero protection, and having zero children as a result, I'm starting to think that my first opportunity was my only opportunity... and I gave it all away. There are times when I don't regret giving

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The dial tone echoed in my ear, reflecting the sinking feeling in my chest. He hung up on me. Again. As I reach down to cradle the phone, I realized that it was the last time he would ever do that to me again. My best friend always used to tell me that life is like a jar of marbles. When good things happen, a marble goes in. When bad things happen, a marble gets taken away. I chuckle to

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The modern understanding of what a woman is and does is empowering to some. But to others it leaves them with a choice... be a mother or have the children suffer the unintended consquences of having a mother whose attention is split between the need for a paycheck and loyalty to her family.It's this crossroads of life that has paralyzed me for years. So I sit at the stop sign and wait, looking

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I'm past the point of caring, of wanting... of needing. It used to be the the first thing on the top of my mind was, "what will people think?" Now, it's more about what I think, what I enjoy, what I care about. That's healthy. I think.

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You never really need lip balm until you NEED lip balm. Case in point, my trip to Lake Tahoe. Cold, dry... my lips cracked until they bled. I went on a pilgrimage for Carmex and it saved the day.There's a lot of things I don't need until I really need them. I really didn't need the letter A in the Subway Scrabble game until I was one letter away from a much needed vacation. I really didn't

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The Anatomy of a Job Description - Warning Signs Job descriptions reveal so much about the company, before you even apply. Warning signs pop up in the context. If you are careful, you can save yourself a lot of grief and hardship by reading very carefully about who they want, or better, who they don't want. Let's dissect one.Boutique Marketing & Promotions Agency in Santa Monica is looking for a

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The penny is becoming essentially worthless in today's society. Think about it. How many times have you been cleaning and found a penny and, instead of setting it aside, threw it into the garbage along with your other trash? How many pennies do you have, right now, in your car, in the bottom of your purse or in your couch?The U.S. Mint estimates that there are currently about 140 billion

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The sight and smell of oak is just one of the many signs that I'm back home in San Antonio, that and the sore throat. It's funny how alergens act as reminders to my childhood now. I don't remember being sick alot, but maybe it was just normal. A lot was normal growing up in South Texas, mosquito bites, sweating without moving and rain storms that hurt. This unique childhood instilled a

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You have to love Spock. The epitome of logic, Spock was always fighting the emotions that he equated with "being human." There's some of Spock in each of us, I think. Where one would declare their emotions to the world, another will stay firmly rooted in the Vulcan philosophy of repression. The human race is far from logical. Most of us think with our hearts and other pieces of anatomy, much to

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There weren't many TV stars that were the same age as me, growing up in the 80s and 90s. The 90210 kids were close. But Blossom hit the nail on the head. She was quirky, like me. Fun, like I thought I was. But now she has a graduate degree and I don't. Where did I go wrong?It's not that I went wrong, it's the Blossom was a character and Mayim Bialik is an actress. But when you're young, you

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We've all heard the expression, "tying the knot." But if you take a moment to look at what that expression means in a literal sense, it really does explain the different types of marriages that exist in the world today. First of all there are more types of knots than I ever imagined. Wikipedia reveals a list of knot types that is absolutely mind boggling. Here are just a few that are reminiscent

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I've never felt so wanted in my life, so desired, so sought after. The calls just kept rolling in. Yes, I am available. Yes, I do have time to talk to you right now. Yet, call after call, nothing materializes. Recruiters don't call me back. Friends make promises they don't keep. That was my first week of unemployment, back in July.I realized, rather quickly and harshly in fact, that everyone

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This first entry is for birthmothers everywhere. May you find peace with your decision and live a happy and full life.My chest is heavy. My heart goes a million miles an hour. I don't know why just being around someone new does this to me. Yet that's the situation I find myself in... total anxiety. I reach out my hand and introduce myself to the reflection in the mirror. A lot can change in ten

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