Mission Achieved!


About 10 days ago I posted a condensed version of this on my DisabilityPride.net’s Facebook Page and had planned to immediately post a few extra details on here, but it never ceases to amaze me just how much time goes into things behind the scenes, getting them the way I want them. Yes, duly noted, I am a perfectionist when it comes to my work. If I get a vision of how I want something to look or be on my blog, I’ll spend days – countless hours – working on it. I become “like a dog with a bone” and I make no bones about it. So in my grand scheme to incorporate “Written in Faith” and “Megan’s Love Online” as sub-sites, I wanted their URLs to look like this: www.disabilitypride.net/Written-in-Faith/ and www.disabilitypride.net/Megans-Love-Online/. Seems simple enough, only not really. Most commonly you’ll see something like: Megans-Love-Online.disabilitypride.net/ So what’s the difference?

In my opinion, beyond the technical difference (ie. the first format being a sub-directory, and the second format being a sub-domain) it’s about letting your visitors/readers know which is “the parent” and which are the branches. With disabilitypride.net first, it’s stating that disabilitypride.net/ is the main site, but in the reverse example – Megans-Love-Online.disabilitypride.net/ – it looks like “Megans…..” is the main site, when it’s not.

But even before attempting to set this up, I became very irritated with “the mess” that (I felt) my online files were in. My account on my current host server is a few years old and various sites have come and gone. And although I’ve learned much in the last few weeks, I’m still learning about which wp files I need to keep and which I can safely discard.

“It took 3 days of nail-biting heart-stopping hell to get this set up the way I want it. One day my site was more like a yoyo – up, down, on, off……. A few times I feared all my content was lost in cyberspace forever. And I would almost bet that every tech support staff at my hosting company now knows my name and upon seeing it on their screen, they scream in terror: “NOOOO!!!!!! NOT HER AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Some even said it couldn’t be done as I envisioned it, but….. Coming soon!……..

Reconstructing my sub-sites this way has been a goal of mine for months, while Cathy Tutton has been teaching me much of the “behind the scenes” of building websites. Mission achieved! Now on to “multi-sites” for common plug-ins!

Check it…..

www.disabilitypride.net/Written-in-Faith/
www.disabilitypride.net/Megans-Love-Online/

The Irony of The Week


So on Tuesday July 3, an article I wrote, titled “Knock, Knock, Who’s There? The Do’s and Don’ts of Being Employed in Someone’s Home” was published in the July 2018 edition of The International Journal for Direct Support Professionals and is now being read by Direct Support Professionals in 130 countries, in at least 3 languages: English, French and Spanish.

48 hours later, I go to get blood work done and I take my attendant Kris with me for physical assistance. All is seemingly going well until we get into the cubical with the lab tech.

He first chooses THE SMALLEST cubical in the joint. (I’ve been there many times. I KNOW they have bigger ones. But ok, sure, what the hell. Why not.) Inside Kris and I give each other “What the fuck?” glances.

The tech asks: “Name?”

I answer: “Gerianne Hull.”

He looks over to Kris for conformation. He didn’t clue in, but Kris gives him this “Are you deaf?” look and says” “Yeh…. That’s Gerianne Hull.”

He looks back to me and says in a sickeningly patronizing voice: “Very good!!!!!”

Kris and I exchange more glances of disgust.

Then he asks: “Birth date?

I give him my date of birth.

Then in an even more sickeningly patronizing voice he says: “That’s very good!!!!!”

By this time, I know Kris just wants to at least metaphorically punch his lights out.

I quietly say to her: “Don’t mind him. He’s obviously clueless. Lets just do this and get it done.”

After we leave, Kris lets out her feelings: “Annie, I just hate it when anyone thinks you’re stupid! When people assume you’re mentally disabled just because you have a physical disability. It makes me so mad Annie! I wanted to smack him!”

I gave her a reassuring smile: “I know that kid, I know. But YOU know, and I know, what I am, right? HE doesn’t matter. He’s gone, dealt with, over and done with. Ok kid? Lets get breakfast.” And I gave her another reassuring smile.