My sister dressed me as a butterfly



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Strangely enough -I started hiding behind costumes by my own accord. Did the light up robot and then a ghost several years....

The Nightmare comes to Life - an extended entry

I share a recurring nightmare with my siblings [ and others? ] It follows basically the same script everytime. I am in school. It is the end of the semester/quarter. I have not attended the important class. I do not have the book. I have not studied. I have not finished the paper. I will fail the final test. My entire life will be ruined.

Sometime the school changes - UB, RIT somewhere else. It is always a Math or English class.

I always wake up in terror and typically take 30 seconds to remind myself - School is over. You are done. You have a job now.


I believe The Dream remained with me for years after RIT due to my laggardly thesis progress.
Anyone nearby me from 1995 - 2006 knew how OnAgain Off Again I was with the thesis. My need for completion was even mentioned in my mother's Eulogy. It was like pulling teeth as I wrote it. It was so completely LeftBrained. My RightBrain screeched everytime I worked on it.

[ I believe it was a very good thesis however..]

But I took too long to complete it. RIT had some vague guideline about 7 years for completion and I ran through that in a blink of an eye. The last 4-5 years of work on it were painful. Mentally and financially. I was registering every quarter for a graduate credit ( $780!) and I figured that little fee in itself was created to act as a spur in my quarters. My thesis advisor and department chairman were very helpful and were still speaking to me. So I figured that my deadline flaunting was on the up and up. [ Though I still had much anxiety over it. ] $80000 for a graduate education and no paper to show for it - sorta rings like "You're a loser"

Hence the recurring nightmare...

I wanted to quit my job at Xerox at many points. However - I told myself I could not quit until thesis was done. Hence I ground my teeth at work at many points and watched friends hop between new jobs, seemly up a rung every time. So as the fall of 2006 wore on and the wiff of layoff was in the air, I raced to get my final chapters finished and reviewed.

And very proudly handed in my final copy on Monday December 12th at 5:30pm

And on Tuesday December 13th at 8:30am - I was layed off. Bastards!


Final signatures were given in 2007 and I was told I was "all set" as I walked off into the sunset.
Done. Done. Done.

Fast forward to last month. I have been contract at WelchAllyn for a year now and the company was starting the process of making me a full time employee. WelchAllyn is a smaller company and I have been told directly that it is rare for them create new positions and new job descriptions. The fact that within 1 year, I, along with my fellow Ux contractors has managed to
introduce the company to the value of User Experience and now the company was creating new positions for the field - this was considered extrodinary

The Human resources person calls me in on a Monday [?] last month to let me know -

there's a problem.....

Don't you love that? That little phrase can strike terror in anyone. SO - I am told that my graduate school has reported that I am not on record as graduating.

And the Nightmare comes to life as a 80ft mental Tsunami sitting in a chair in the HR office.

Four phone calls later - and it is revealed that I never obtained a formal extension of thesis

Eh...what? So in 2007 a note was placed in my file and sent to my department chair regarding the missing extension and.......there it sat. Meanwhile my thesis was bound and sat happily in the library. And did I mention that the department chair in question had now left RIT and was in Utah not returning my email....

NO degree and a job offer hanging in the balance... talk about a need to vomit.

Four weeks worth of stress spinning in my head of someone new at RIT looking at my extended timeframe and Freaking out and what to do if they won't give me my degree....

The staff at RIT has been very helpful and I have been informed that the dean of graduate studies has signed off my extension and that my application for graduation has been approved and is being sent to the Registrar this week. Of course - I will never believe it until that stupid piece of paper is on my wall.. With a spot light on it.

Maybe this is last of that nightmare?

Chillin' in NYC

































Headed to NYC this weekend. Eric landed tickets for the big KISS concert at Madison Square garden. So we spend some time poking around the city with our friend Eli. Eric loved the concert and has several interesting videos from the concert. The band and the music were not my style - but it was still fun going to the concert and the city for the weekend. We headed out early sunday and managed to catch my cousin finishing the Steamtown marthon in Scranton PA. We met up with my sisters and then headed over to see our Aunt Catherine. Definitely a triple word score weekend.

Lackawanna Railroad station






















Of course! More poking around old railroad stations. Our friend Eli took us down the Christopher street piers in NYC on Saturday. While there - I spotted across the river the words L A C K A W A N N A. Recalling conversations with dad about his memories of the train from Scranton to NYC - I was intrigued. So ELi mentioned it was a PATH station now - so we hopped the train and took it one stop across the river and TA DA. Eric and Eli indulged me with poking around the old station. Some of it restored, some of it - not. Always makes me sad.













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Das is Cobbler

The Prato family came down in mid September for the Jones Pond Friends and Family weekend. Aside from some chilly weather, there was much golf cart driving lessons and the saturday night potluck. We made our annual cooking show video to show our popular BlueCherry Cobbler in the making.

Out for a ride

Thursday morning, the Felice's headed out to do some sneaker shopping while Pop and Cathy headed to the local airport to pickup the brother in law pilot. We had spotted some rather nifty looking pedal bikes earlier down at the beach, so Thomas, Elizabeth and I were dropped off at the bike shop to give one a spin after lunch.










While the bike did LOOK fun, after actually getting on one, you realize that they are made of cast iron and the entertainment of pedaling one wears out in about...hmmm.. 30 yards. So the entertainment factor was short. But we did catch it on camera.

Rehoboth continued

Wednesday night included a stop at the local Tiki inspired mini golf. And there were straws hats for the borrowing. And there was much rejoicing.

Welcome to Rehoboth

We arrived Monday evening after our fun ferry trek. We have rented a house from my friend Nicholas - who has been a great host for us. Joe will be arriving tomorrow morning sometime and Eric is driving down late thursday evening after work.
Aside from Michigan poker, Arthur has been taking some spins at the Lego aircraft assembly line alongside the nephews. As for me - well...
As always, the workload at the job has hit a pinch just in time for vacation - so i am actually working while we are down there. I have had several phone meetings so far that involve me walking down a street with phone in one hand and waving the other arm wildly - all in a very public way. At least people seem to be getting out of my way.

On to Rehoboth

Leaving Owego early on Monday - the Prato's, Pop & I headed down to New Jersey to meet up with the Felice's and pay a visit to the New Jersey Myers clan and our Aunt Esther. Route 81 was under lots of construction, so we took some back roads down to Clark Summit and proceeded down to New Jersey.

Our cousin's Cindy and Joe met us at our Aunt's hospice along with Cindy's kids Shavonne and Cj. Our cousin Steven also stopped in later as well. A very nice visit, it was good to see our Aunt Esther ( my godmother btw!) Heading out of Howell, we booked down the Garden state parkway, we headed to Cape May to make our 6:oo Ferry. The ferry was a good source of amusement, before and during.





























The sea became a bit choppy - but we fixed that with additional beer.

Pimp My Golf Cart









I am starting a new sitcom! Did you know? It is gonna be great. I am trying to think of names right now...

That Gay Golf cart...

Homo Over-Haulin'

Queer eye for the ... eh never mind.... you get the point. This all started this summer at our site at Jones Pond campground. The place is rather big and hilly - and many campers have picked up golf carts to bop around. GayEvolution naturally kicks in and the carts have gotten much more upscale this season, with some campers laying out some very large bucks ($6000+ ?) for the most fabulous of rides. Eric, Jeff and I talked about picking up an old one and I considered it another creative target. All of this was on the back burner until 2 events.. Jeff found a cart for $400 and in the most egregious of events...

A bigger than life drag Queen /friend pulled up to our site July 4th to pay her due respects for the progress on our site - only to wind up taunting me with her fabulous $$$$ golf cart complete with many color changing light options. In the most evil of Drag Queen laughs - she said we could never hope to compete with her....


Oh - that Bitch pushed a button alright. And she knew it.

So what she did with $ - we will do with ~Spiteful Creativity~.

Phase one was completed this weekend. The fabulous Sassy Green Pearl paint did not come out so fabulous - but still very striking. Additional lighting, roof assembly and more dash lighting are all coming in the next month. Stay tuned....for now - some before and after pics....

























Masking and primer

























The first problem was the metallic paint. It really needs to be put on with a air gun. The spray cans really could not do the job. The other problem was that I really never checked what color primer I should use. So naturally - I picked white to help with the brightness.

OH IT HELPED ALRIGHT.

The paint came out practically neon bright ... but we still liked it.

















Eric and I spotted this fake diamond plate at the store and thought it would make for some great trimming.
























Lights and trim
























Phase One finished