Archive for February, 2006

Jennifer Kesse missing from Orlando Florida

I think it is important to mention some news I have been coming across pretty regularly over the last two weeks on MySpace.  A young South Florida woman named Jennifer (who goes by Jenn, from what I can gather) Kesse has been missing for what is now almost three weeks. 

Her parents are working around the clock to organize searches to find their daughter. 

It’s not much but perhaps if we all pass the word along then maybe we can, in some small way, help the search and bring some closure to her family.

 

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Wedding Bell Blisters

My only girl cousin is getting married in less than two months. She is taking the whole wedding planning event a lot better than I did. She is excited and eager and wants it to be the fantasy that all us girls are raised to believe it should be. Much to my mother’s dismay, I dealt with it by hiding and arguing a lot. Don’t get me wrong, I was thrilled to be marrying my husband — it wasn’t the union I was concerned about as much as the “event” planned around it. Somehow the idea of a wedding never made me glow with passion or teeter with girlish excitement. It actually had quite an adverse reaction. However, I am a girl whose parents are, for the most part, rather catholic and uber-traditional. Scratch that — my dad offered me a rather large chunk of money to elope to Las Vegas but it would have, truly, been the death of my mother. She and my father eloped at the tender ages of 18 & 19, never even had so much as a celebration dinner and, thus, had been planning her — er — I mean my wedding since the day I was born. She wanted each guest to have little bells to ring, I said no. I wanted to dance out of the church to Pat Benatar’s “Love is a BattlefieldLove Is a Battlefield just like they dance out of the bar and down the street in the video shaking their shoulders and squinting their eyes like they meant business, she said no. We just didn’t see eye to eye on anything. I eventually just reliquished most control and made ammends where I could. Her porcelain, generic groom and bride wedding cake topper was sneakily traded for a golden male roller skating trophy figure and a female buddhist deity named Tara. We made “corrections” where we could, but ultimately, it ended up being my mom’s dream come true. And ultimately, that’s ok. When it is all said and done, the thing I remember most — after the amazing look on my husband’s face after they pronounced us husband and wife — was my mom seeming more proud of her family than ever. She was the mother of the bride and she looked beautiful and all that she had planned, the trimmings and trappings as they say, looked beautiful. It was just as she had meant for it to be, save a few touches courtesy of me. She earned that and I am happy that I could oblige.

For you ladies out there in the midst of planning the biggest day of your, or your mother’s, life — there are several wedding resources to help you through the madness and revelry.

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All Hail the Queen: Remembering Coretta Scott King

The first time I heard her name, I was a scrawny seven year old army brat knee deep in red Georgia clay…. I can remember that summer, days before I began second grade. The wind still blew in the summertime in 1984 - there always seemed to be a breeze, even in south georgia in the middle of august… and I can still hear my mom’s voice calling for me across the park where I dangled upside down from metal monkey bars, my blonde hair floating underneath as the red sky glowed a quiet sunset that was always my reminder to head home.

I can remember, just as vividly, walking into Mrs. Stenson’s second grade classroom. She had the usual posters of Lincoln, Martin Luther King, Jr., Kennedy and kitty cats tangled up in yarn with the quote “hang in there!” smattered here and there throughout the room. And then she had a wall full of people that I had never seen before. Sojournor Truth, Harriet Tubman, Jesse Jackson and the beautiful and steadfast Coretta Scott King, poised on stage and singing. And then, aside from that iconic picture that she had in a golden frame on the wall, she had this picture in an intimate frame,that kind of frame you would put a picture of your mother in, on her desk:

Coretta Scott King

Within that year, I believe I learned more about life, reality and the kind of person that I hoped to become, - the kind of person that I hope I have - at least mostly - become. We all know her story and the life she led in the wake of tragedy - that alone is worthy of pedestal placement. But there was something else - maybe perhaps that next to a man who seemed so mighty and capable of escaping human charactersitics like hate and violence, she held her own ground and, once he was gone, she kept showing us the way toward peace. I dunno, I have always found her remarkable for something other than the obvious reasons though - maybe it is not for words, and maybe it is not just me. We probably all feel that way about her - and, truly, we all should.

As much as I tried, I couldn’t stop myself from crying at the dinner table the evening of her death. We always listen to NPR at dinner time and they had a poignant piece in which you could hear her speaking in Memphis after her husband’s death. She spoke with honor and in a voice that only she could muster after having had such a man taken from her family. I couldn’t hide it from my son, a fifty eight year old trapped in a five year old’s body - he notices everything. He brushed his hands together as if he had been working in the coal mine all day and was shaking the soot off and said “whelp, I guess she was the last wise one we’ll see for awhile”. Several things hit me, one being utter confusion about how someone as scatterbrained as me has had such a well put together, perplexing and thoughtful child, the other things had something to do with the passing of time and the remarkableness of people who are great and even those that are not so “great” within that time. Without getting too sentimental (perhaps it is too late) I will just say that she was a great lady that made me realize what I am capable of, both within myself and within my community. that’s all. I will miss knowing that one of our last “wise ones”, as my son put it, is no longer around.

Visit NPR to hear the 1968 speech in Memphis and to read other interesting facts about Mrs. Scott King.

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Grocery List Generator for Firefox

If you’re an avid user of the popular open source web browser Firefox, then you’re well aware of its ability to use extensions that add enhancements to the browser. One of the coolest and most practical extensions is the Grocery List Generator.

The GLG (Grocery List Generator) is a helpful little tool to store your recipe-ingredients and other groceries you need regularly. It creates a well-organized grocery list to help make your grocery shopping as easy as possible.

Features include:

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Creating A Dachshund Wheelchar

I love it when people not only have a good idea, but they share it too. A smart pet owner had a Dachshund dog that needed a doggy wheelchair, so he made one himself. You can make your own Dachshund wheelchair by following his excellent directions at instructables.com.

Dachshund Wheelchair

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Risk of Depression Relapse High During Pregnancy

Here’s an interesting report I heard on NPR today:

Women with a history of major depression who stop taking their medication during pregnancy have a high likelihood of relapse. A new study published in the Journal of the American Medical Association is the first to quantify the risk of relapse during pregnancy and counters earlier thinking that pregnancy protects women from depression. Sasha Aslanian of American RadioWorks reports.

Listen to Risk of Depression Relapse High During Pregnancy

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