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Free Philly Cheesesteak!

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How about a free cheesesteak?

In Philadelphia, PA. From me.

Just sign up for WordCamp US, then let me know you did in the comments; I’ll choose someone at random and buy you a cheesesteak. In fact, I’ll let one of the kids pick a name out of a hat or something, just to be fair.

If you don’t eat meat, we can go for coffee. If you don’t drink coffee, well ARE YOU EVEN HUMAN? Oh, sorry, I mean…we’ll figure out something. Pigeon tipping, maybe.

Haddon Musings  has already signed up! Don’t miss out.

WordCamp US will be phenomenal, and here’s why.

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10 Reasons You Won’t Want to Miss WordCamp US

  1. Super-cool sessions. You don’t have to be a developer or coder to benefit from WordCamp US. Sarah Blackstock  wrote an excellent piece about the best options for bloggers and writers here. If you’re still waffling about whether to take your small business to WordPress, check this out. If you are a coder, designer or developer, you can find more information here on the main page.
  2. Amazing people. Have you noticed? Everyone with WordPress connections is just, well, SUPER! I’m not kidding. I haven’t met ONE person I don’t like. Granted, I’m sort of an extrovert and I like people in general. But in a group this large, there’s usually at least one individual with whom I would not enjoy sharing a cheesesteak. Not in this crowd. Come network, learn and make great friends.
  3. Happiness Bar. According to people in the know (Ingrid and Liam), the volunteers sharing their technical expertise are “fabulous” and “stacked deep with loads and loads of WP knowledge.” Having recent experience with Happiness Engineers, I agree. Questions about being the master of your domain? Plugin won’t plug in? App making you unhAPPy? (See what I did there? Genius, I know.) The Happiness Bar is your new happy place.
  4. Philly Cheesesteak. Steak. Cheese. Philly. Need I say more? Well, okay. Here are even more reasons for foodies to flock to WordCamp. Chinese, Italian, coffeehouse, seafood, Mediterranean, vegan, vegetarian, omnivore, like—seriously—anything your hungry heart desires. Oh, and let’s not forget the pretzels!
  5. After Party. I mean, seriously. Who hates a party? Well, okay, a couple of my friends are not fond of parties. Or people, for that matter…but for the rest of us crazy kids, check out Alx Block’s take on our upcoming fun.
  6. Swag. No, not sweeping fabric drapes or stolen goods. We are neither interior decorators nor pirates. Most of us aren’t, anyway. WordPress swag rocks. Who can resist Wapuu?
  7. CHOCOLATE. Several places wait to amaze you, but Max Brenner’s Chocolate Bar is UN-BEE-LIEVE-ABLE. I’m pretty sure those chocolatiers use magic. And maybe Oompa-Loompas.
  8. Be famous. I’ll be one of the volunteers behind a camera. Say “cheese” (or “coffee,” or “whiskey,” or whatever makes you smile)…you never know when one of my photos will go viral! Hey, it could happen.
  9. You could win a cheesesteak.
  10. And BONUS, you can find out what happens when I ask Hubby what he’d like for Christmas this year and he answers, “A redhead.”

People are arriving from across the ocean and down the block. Don’t miss your opportunity to join the networking, learning and celebration.

If you absolutely can’t make it, here’s an option to join the fun from the comfort of your own space. You can even get an official t-shirt.

See you next week!

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Hello, Hello, Do You Read Me?

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READ ? Get it?

 

Read me…great title, right…see what I did there?   OW! Quit throwing things at me.

 

I want to make sure you’re with me. Amazing Dean* moved my FABULOUS followers (that’s you) to the new blog site for me, and I want to be sure you can see it. I noticed a couple people re-followed on the caseyalexanderblog.wordpress.com site.

 

Please let me know if you can read this post. You won’t want to miss the next one, especially if you’re on the U.S. East Coast.

 

*Amazing Dean will make an appearance in a later post: “I Made Creating a New Site Way Harder Than Had To Be.”

 

Have a super day,

Casey

2010-07-31 17.00.47 (2015_04_20 02_29_03 UTC)

In the Beginning: Our Adoption Story, Part 1

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Photo credit: Emily Higginson

I lay on the floor, sobbing, in the dark.

Industrial grade carpet scraped my cheek. The already small room began to collapse in on me. Cool air drafted under the door with streams of light from the other side, blurred and shimmering through my tears. Dancing dust mesmerized me, hovering just above the ground.

I will die and dissolve to dust.

A strong voice outside faded into strains of music as a hundred voices rose together. I lay alone, exhausted, tears spent, body limp, unable to stand.

Only one thought managed its way through the haze.

How did I get here?


“I found it! Can I get it, do you mind? We saved the money; we should have enough. It’s the one!” his voice rang through my little blue cell phone. I could feel his excitement pulsing. “I was driving to dad’s house and saw the For Sale sign. Do you want to come look?”

Tickled by his enthusiasm, I agreed to pick up the money from the bank.

Arriving home, I found Hubby standing with a tall young man in our driveway. He leaned against a black Fox body Mustang, the new acquisition. Hubby had a list of cars to restore, including this new-to-us old car.

“I’m pastor at the brick church down the road. We’d love to have you visit sometime,” the man said.

The following Sunday, we attended.

“You’re here!” he said, surprised.

“You invited us,” we said. After three years of looking for a church where we fit, the gentleman who said the closing prayer added, “Remember, a visitor is just a friend we haven’t met yet!” Hubby and I looked at each other, smiling. The man had echoed our former pastor, a beloved friend lost to cancer. This was home.

Thanks to that car, we became regular attendees at the brick church. We joined a Bible Study and met Kay, the youngest-looking mom of five I’d ever seen. In addition to her own children, she had two semi-permanent foster children and provided respite (short-term) care for foster children needing temporary placement.

She amazed me.

We became good friends; Hubby and I loved her kids. Finding our niche, we helped the youth director and chaperoned events. Leading a youth group for a missions trip highlighted our life-so-far.

Having found our place in the community, we thought, “it’s high time we start a family.” We’d always planned to adopt first, hoping to make clear to our children that we’d chosen adoption.

A couple of years, a failed attempt to buy a bigger property and several adoption agencies later, we began to accept the possibility that our small home wasn’t meant to hold children.

Every opportunity slammed shut, tighter than a locked vault. My dreams filled with visions of standing in a hallway filled with locked doors and no way out.

Then, a friend called. “Will you look at a house with me? I want your opinion on how much time and money it’s going to cost after I buy it.”

We wanted to see another house on the same road (perusing empty homes was something of a hobby) so asked the realtor to include it on the tour. Stepping into the kitchen, I just knew. This was our house. Hubby had a similar feeling, walking through the large workshop.

Thanks to the property we’d tried to buy (we learned that twelve people owned it, one of whom was a felon–which apparently precludes the individual from selling property), money was already set aside for a down payment.

It needed work. A lot of work.

I called the realtor and made a ridiculous offer. No way would they accept.

They accepted.

Two weeks before closing day, Hubby led another missions trip. This time, I stayed home due to responsibilities at work.

On Saturday, less than a week from closing day, I drove to church to pick him up.

Kay was already at the church when I arrived, waiting for her older children who’d gone with him.

Even more enthusiastic than usual, she called across the parking lot “Come see what I have in my van!”

Puppies? A couple new chickens? I couldn’t guess. She always had an adventure brewing. They hit a deer in the road, and now they have it in their van, and it’s going to wake up and destroy the vehicle. No, never mind…that’s a movie. 

I jogged across the lot. “Whatcha got?”

She opened the van doors. “They need a place to live.”

 


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