Over the last few months, I’ve seen so much misinformation surrounding DACA and the Dreamers. I found this online and figured it’s easier to share this than to re-type it every time someone says “DO IT LEGALLY LIKE ERRYONE ELSE!!!!111”
My wife, Nancy, has been best friends with Melissa for over 20 years. They were college roommates and their friendship has only grown since college.
Yesterday, Nancy and I attended a “Life Celebration” for Melissa’s mom, Honey, who passed away on July 15th. The very first thing I learned yesterday was that her name was Victoria, or Vicki. I’m sure that at some point I had learned her name, but in the past 15 years, I’ve only known her by her nickname Honey, so that’s how she will always be remembered to me.
I was stationed in Sabana Seca, Puerto Rico from August of 1994 to October of 1996. It was my second duty station in the Navy and I loved pretty much everything about it. I was 20 years old when I got there, and for the next 2+ years….well, I’d like to say that I could remember all of it, but that would be a lie. There are a lot of fuzzy memories down there. But one of the best memories is when I was first kissed by a man.
That last sentence is pretty much the weirdest sentence I’ve ever typed.
She and I have been raising money for St Baldrick’s to fight children’s cancers. She set a goal of $10,000 to reach, back in November of 2014, and it came to fruition today…one day before the event. Continue reading “My Wife Cried At the Bar Today”
DISCLAIMER: I, AND MY CLOSE FRIENDS, HAVE A VERY WEIRD AND TWISTED SENSE OF HUMOR
(If you share this link on Facebook, please DO NOT tag folks involved in this story)
What do I mean by this? Myself, my wife, and damn near all my friends and family laugh at things that we probably should not laugh at. I can’t speak for my other friends, but I laugh at inappropriate stuff to help me deal with whatever I’m going through.
I have been involved in the WordPress community for about 6-7 years, and I’ve always been impressed with the people that I’ve met. Coming from a .NET programming background, the WordPress community could not have been more different. I’m not bashing on .NET, it’s just that with the advent of social media, specifically Twitter, I’ve received more help in this community than any other I’ve been part of in my professional life. I could list many a story on how this community has raised money for folks wanting a new computer, needing medical care, and at one point helped buy a person a house.
A friggin’ house, y’all.
Yesterday, I got the news that a WordPress colleague, Kim Parsell, had passed away. The how and why are not important. The point is that WordPress has suffered a huge loss. I don’t know when I followed Kim on Twitter, but it’s been years. She was given the nickname WordPress Mom, shortened to a hashtag #wpmom, because she genuinely cared about others. Her maternal instincts would make sure that Jan ate lunch. She would remind Andrea to get up from the computer for a few minutes during the day. She repeatedly reminded me that it’s a bad idea to tell my customers to “go shit in a hat”.
I finally met her at WordCamp Baltimore in 2012, and to be quite honest, at first, she kinda bugged me. Jesus, she could talk! About anything, and everything. I remember her being interested in almost everybody, and having that camera of hers either in her hands or around her neck at all times. She took some amazing photographs. At some point on that Saturday, she went from being annoying to endearing. I enjoyed hanging out with her that day, and looked forward to seeing her again. I figured BFE, Ohio isn’t that far from Baltimore, so we’d see each other again soon. Welp….
I could sit here and type how her passing made me lose my shit during the football game yesterday, or how I dreaded going to work this morning…knowing that I’d be on Twitter and be reminded about her death all day, crying into my keyboard, trying not to let coworkers see. But this post isn’t about me. This post really isn’t even about Kim’s passing so much as it’s about how awesomazing the WordPress community is.
At 2:37pm today, I saw a tweet that Kim’s son, Gary, needed some help.
Hi everyone. This isn’t the sort of thing I normally do, but with the recent loss of my mom, I am having to postpone the starting of my new job and money is running very thin. I would appreciate any help you could give to help me pay my bills while I grieve for the loss of my mother. Anything you can give is appreciated. Thanks, Gary Thrasher #wpmom #mymom
I clicked the link and saw something that made me lose it again right there at my desk:
$760 of $1000 raised by 8 people in 42 minutes
At the time of this writing, 29 people have donated $1,760 in four hours.
Go ahead and wrap your brain around that.
My long-winded point to this post? I’ll miss the hell out of #wpmom, but I have never been more proud to be associated with a community like I am with WordPress. I’ve seen the wagons circled in support of folks when their code is stolen, pirated, or their copyrights infringed. This is the first time I’ve seen the WordPress folks circle their wagons on a personal level (as it happened). Seeing a community come together for #wpmom’s son made my heart melt.
To anyone and everyone in the WordPress community that has reached out and helped a colleague, thank you.
I’m convinced Kim is out there somewhere, looking down and appreciating what you are all doing….
Unless she’s talking St Peter’s ears off at those gates 😉
I apologize – only to a certain extent – for the click-bait of that title.
To clarify, my wife, Nancy, does not have cancer. She is helping fight children’s cancers. At this point, I will pretty much do anything in order to help my wife make her goal of $10,000 all in support of the St. Baldrick’s Foundation.
As some of you know, I had a cancer scare five years ago. Thankfully, it wasn’t cancer, but it was a huge wake-up call that cancer is real, and it could affect me (and my loved ones). In the past five years, I’ve gone out of my way to help raise money and awareness to help wipe out this horrible disease.
I’ve shaved my head twice for St Baldrick’s, done Movember a couple times, and donated to countless charities to fight cancer. I’m such a sucker for donations that I even offered to shave my eyebrows at the St Baldrick’s event last year for $600. Turns out my friends are awesome/horrible…I got the money in less than an hour.
But this post isn’t about me…
…this is about my lovely wife.
I thought I couldn’t be more proud of Nancy after what she’s done professionally, but I was wrong. She and I had previously volunteered our time to help set up and organize the St Baldrick’s event at Fadó in Annapolis, MD, but only I had shaved my head. During the planning of the last St Baldrick’s event in February of 2014, she decided that she wanted to participate as a shavee. The last time Nancy got any sort of haircut was in August of 2013.
For those of you that don’t know Nancy, she’s a lawyer. She is currently Associate Area Counsel with the IRS. This might not mean much to folks that don’t/haven’t worked in the government, but it means she is a lawyer as well as a manager of other lawyers, while employed by the US government. The gov’t can be a bit conservative on personal appearances, especially at her level, a GS-15. On top of that, she’s a female, and current society doesn’t look upon females with shaved heads as easily as men. She really didn’t care, she just wants to help out, and both myself and our friends that she’s shared this with cannot be more supportive. Even her office is supportive.
Everything was coming together, her working with her office, deciding how to wear her long hair until March of 2015, and then something happened that made her really want to participate.
Rebecca, a little girl she didn’t know at all, died
I found out that Eric Meyer‘s daughter, Rebecca, was battling cancer at the beginning of 2014. He’s a web developer that I have followed for years on Twitter. I don’t feel comfortable typing a lot about Eric and Rebecca here on my own blog post, but I must say that one of the major reasons that Nancy wants to shave and raise money is to honor Rebecca.
When I first read about Rebecca, I told Nancy about her and would update Nancy about her when I knew anything new. It wasn’t until after I shaved my head in March of last year that I realized that the Meyer family was involved with St Baldrick’s. Carolyn, Rebecca’s sister, had shaved her head for the cause. I would have loved to gone back in time and given all my donations to Carolyn.
Sadly, on June 7th, 2014, Rebecca passed on her 6th birthday.
I broke down and cried, and Nancy decided that she would honor Rebecca with her St Baldrick’s donations.
This is what Nancy posted on her St Baldrick’s page:
Cancer has affected so many people that I am close to, and I have seen too many people die from it. When the victim of this horrible disease is a child, the injustice seems even more poignant. This was brought home last year when, just a short time after last year’s event, my husband’s friend lost his 6-year-old daughter to cancer. This year, I am joining my husband by shaving my head to raise money for children’s cancer research. I have also been letting my hair grow for the last year so that I can donate the hair they shave to Wigs for Kids.
Childhood cancers are different from adult cancers and childhood cancer research is extremely underfunded. So please help me raise money for cures by making a donation. Every dollar makes a difference for the thousands of infants, children, teens, and young adults fighting childhood cancers.
Thank you very much for your support!
I have been on the fence for weeks about posting this, specifically about using information about Eric and Rebecca. I feel like I’m mooching off someone’s tragedy to make money and I feel dirty. It is NOT my intention to do that. Nancy and I were truly and honestly moved reading Eric’s posts. We’re not trying to profit from anything, we just want to help stop cancer that kills children.
With that said, I felt I needed to post this to share how much Nancy is investing with this. She’ll be a 40 year old female lawyer with a shaved head that works for the government. It’s honestly not nearly as easy as it sounds. I cannot be more proud of her, and I will be tweeting/facebooking the hell out of her link until March 15th when she gets the shave 🙂
Please share this post wherever you can, via twitter, FB, email, etc….I don’t care. Let’s kick cancer in the nards!
To donate to Nancy: https://www.stbaldricks.org/participants/mypage/738756/2015
When I was stationed in Maryland back in 96-99, I would sometimes have to report for duty up at Ft Meade, MD. Due to the high profile of my duty station at the time, Commander, Naval Security Group, I was required to wear my dress uniform more often than not. I had no problem wearing it, but the Navy summer dress uniform had a major problem: the shirt tended to creep up and become untucked over the work day. The solution? Elastic!
I purchased shirt stays from the local NEX (Naval Exchange), and here’s how they work: You attach the top parts to the front tails of your shirt, both on the left and right side, then the other two are snapped to the left and right rear tails of your dress shirt. Once attached to your shirt, you would put on your socks, and pull down the elastic bands and attach to the top of your socks. Once they were properly attached, you’d put on your dress pants and shoes.
To make it even more secure, us sailors would wrap the shirt stays around our legs. I would attach the upper clasp to the front-left tail of my shirt, and wrap the elastic down around my leg and attach it to my sock on the back of my thigh. Then the front-right tail of my shirt would be attached to the back of my right sock. Then I’d reverse it for the rear tails…attach them to the front of my socks. It kept my shirt tucked in at all times, and it looked AWESOME.
I used shirt stays safely for about three or four years without incident. Hell, I just typed “used without incident”. Back then, my brain never thought that there would ever be an incident. I was sadly mistaken.
I don’t remember exactly who I was with, but one fateful day I went out on a smoke break with a buddy (from here on out known as Buddy). Buddy and I had to walk almost a full city block from our office at CNSG to the smoking area out in the front of the building. Buddy and I were about halfway to the smoking area and I felt a little nudge on my right sock. The front part of my right sock felt like it sagged a little bit. I kind of looked down, acknowledging that something was a bit off kilter, and then Buddy said “Dan, are you listening?”
“Oh, sorry…what was that?”, I said as we turned a corner in the basement of the building. The hallway got a bit brighter, and Buddy got quiet…we were walking up on the quarterdeck of CNSG.
To those not in the Navy, when approaching/crossing the quarterdeck of any Navy ship or shore station, you always show respect. Think of it as walking into a church/library combination where you are on your best behavior, and also talking with your lowest voice.
Buddy said “Hold on…”, as we walked towards the quarterdeck. The Officer Of the Day (OOD) just happened to be walking back from the cafeteria (I know, “galley” in Naval terms, but we were on a shore site….and the Philly Cheese Steaks were better than anything you’d get on a ship!) with his lunch, so we moved out of his way.
This is when my life was truly altered. I remember Buddy walking along side of me on my right, and the Lieutenant acknowledged Buddy and I as he walked past. As I moved to my right, I felt something move on my right sock…
Then everything happened in slow motion.
I felt the clasp become undone on my sock and then felt physics come into play. Upon reflection there was no sound to what happened next, but if it were a movie, it certainly would have sounded like a balloon popping. The metal clasp on the front of my right sock opened and the elastic contracted at damn near light speed, inside my pant leg, as I was walking.
My right leg was extended forward and I felt the metal clasp shoot up my leg, again, remembering this all in slow motion. The lower clasp shot up and…doing what elastic does…it didn’t just stop once the elasticity was expended. It continued further up.
My right foot touched the ground just as the metal clasp finished its slingshot journey up my leg, right into the worst possible location: My boys.
If you are a male, imagine the feel of a rubber band being extended and shot onto your boys from a distance of three feet. If you are female, think of…uh…I dunno….the worst rubber band pain? I honestly don’t know.
The next thing I know, I’m laying on the ground in front of an admiral’s quarterdeck, in a fetal position, with tears coming down my face. My mouth is wide open in a cry of pain, but there is absolutely no sound coming from me. I am cupping what I think is left of my twigs and berries. At that point, I honestly thought, due to the pain, that everything had been cleanly severed and I’d never ever have kids.
My next memory is the LT kneeling down and…I smell his cheese steak. Yeah, that’s my thought process…FOOD.
“Petty Officer Gilmore, are you OK? What’s wrong?”, said the LT.
He’s holding my shoulder in one hand, and his carryout cheese steak in the other. I tried to stand up and just kind of laid there, whimpering.
“Sir, I’m fine…I just had a…uniform accident. My shirt stay…kind of….didn’t”
Once I said that, I heard a guffaw from Buddy. I rolled over (still laying on the ground in dress whites) and saw Buddy laughing so hard he was crying and doubling over. I can’t blame him, as I would have probably laughed my ass off as well.
So, a few minutes later, there I am, outside an admiral’s quarterdeck, sitting in a leather bound chair. Many a sailor has already passed by me, giving me a weird look, mainly because I was still holding my junk in pain.
In conclusion, Buddy and I went and smoked, I stopped wearing shirt stays, and I missed out on that Philly cheese steak for lunch….
In my organization, we have a 24×7 help desk, and they asked me to create a custom theme for their use to track system outages, and provide daily summaries to upper management. This will be on a WordPress Multisite installation and the subsite will be private for only the helpdesk and management.
I first installed Advanced Custom Fields and WP Posts 2 Posts based on recommendation from Jesse Peterson. I created two custom post types, Outage and Summary. What I want to do is have each outage be a separate post, and at the end of the day, the Summary post type would list each outage that happened on that day. In addition to the outages, the summary would also have info pertinent to that day, such as personnel, etc.
Jesse showed me an example of how he did it on one of his sites, and it looked really slick. I’d like to have the main page be a chronological list of outages and summaries (got that part done), and in the right primary column, list the summaries in order. When I click on the summary, I want the list of outages on the main content portion.
I’m not looking for folks to write code, but I’m curious how you would go about creating this solution.
As most of you know, when I try to grow facial hair, I tend to look like a 13 year old Guatemalan boy. On estrogen. With that said, for the last four years, every November I’ve been
growing a moustache ridiculing myself for money. What is this madness? Why would I do something like this? What drives me to continue?
Continue reading “My Movember, 2012”