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Friday, June 1, 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Presidential Leadership Academy
Laurel and her friend Ariana are both admitted to the Penn State University "Presidential Leadership Academy" Class of 2012! Two, count them, TWO students from Hollidaysburg PA admitted in one year!
Information about the Presidential Leadership Academy.
Laurel's class of 2012
This is the photo of the entire Presidential Leadership Academy.
Information about the Presidential Leadership Academy.
Laurel's class of 2012
This is the photo of the entire Presidential Leadership Academy.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Laurel the politician...Student Government Rep to the Town Council
Human Resources and Logistics Chief of Staff
Propaganda and Munitions Chief
Homefront Security Chief
But, in case of doubt, this is all about Laurel!
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Monday, November 28, 2011
Tiz the Season: Why an Angel sits atop the Christmas Tree
Tiz The Season: Why an Angel sits atop the Tree
--- By Joe Petrulionis
Halloween and all through the store,
Bing Crosby's _White Christmas_ played at a roar.
There just for candy, not decorations, not gifts,
But the store needed profits and the economy a lift.
The crowds were cantankerous, the cashiers rude,
To my "Sir, Where's the candy?" the clerk said, "dunno Dude."
My temples were throbbing when I asked him the reason.
Said, "Trick-or-treat candy was gone for the season."
"Its Halloween, surely you have candy to sell."
He answered in a language I don't know very well.
Then he pointed upstairs, with his middle finger
And he growled so loudly I didn't dare linger.
Walked all around, never found the next floor
But a half box of Snickers for sale by the door
I snatched up a handful dashed to the express line
But a couple before me was having a hard time.
Their cards would not swipe, they needed a manager,
whose key would not fix it. I suggested a hammer.
The elderly wife looked sweetly in my face.
And blasted me point blank with pepper spray mace.
Then out on the lot there arose such a din
Run away shopping carts in hurricane winds.
I dodged and I dashed and I tried really hard.
But three carts broadsided my new smart car.
As I pulled into my drive and turned off my lights
three teens egged me and disappeared in the night.
As I stepped over the threshold I soon realized
That the snicker bars were still at the store in a bag.
So my mood was real bad when my wife got home
from her costume party she'd attended alone.
Dressed as a Victoria Secret Angel...wings and all
I stood there dumbfounded as she walked down the hall,
dragging a fourteen foot scotch pine, yes newly cut,
She said only, "Darling, would you mind putting the tree up?"
It won't fit, I cried, in our nine foot den,
So where do you want it, she asked with a grin.
And that's how that angel got up on the tree
all because bloody Christmas does not start on friggin Halloween!
This so called "poem" was first read at a Sigma Tau Delta (Honorary English Society) meeting at Penn State University--Altoona. Shown here are Joe and Sandy Petrulionis exhibiting their entries for the "ugly sweater" competition.
--- By Joe Petrulionis
Halloween and all through the store,
Bing Crosby's _White Christmas_ played at a roar.
There just for candy, not decorations, not gifts,
But the store needed profits and the economy a lift.
The crowds were cantankerous, the cashiers rude,
To my "Sir, Where's the candy?" the clerk said, "dunno Dude."
My temples were throbbing when I asked him the reason.
Said, "Trick-or-treat candy was gone for the season."
"Its Halloween, surely you have candy to sell."
He answered in a language I don't know very well.
Then he pointed upstairs, with his middle finger
And he growled so loudly I didn't dare linger.
Walked all around, never found the next floor
But a half box of Snickers for sale by the door
I snatched up a handful dashed to the express line
But a couple before me was having a hard time.
Their cards would not swipe, they needed a manager,
whose key would not fix it. I suggested a hammer.
The elderly wife looked sweetly in my face.
And blasted me point blank with pepper spray mace.
Then out on the lot there arose such a din
Run away shopping carts in hurricane winds.
I dodged and I dashed and I tried really hard.
But three carts broadsided my new smart car.
As I pulled into my drive and turned off my lights
three teens egged me and disappeared in the night.
As I stepped over the threshold I soon realized
That the snicker bars were still at the store in a bag.
So my mood was real bad when my wife got home
from her costume party she'd attended alone.
Dressed as a Victoria Secret Angel...wings and all
I stood there dumbfounded as she walked down the hall,
dragging a fourteen foot scotch pine, yes newly cut,
She said only, "Darling, would you mind putting the tree up?"
It won't fit, I cried, in our nine foot den,
So where do you want it, she asked with a grin.
And that's how that angel got up on the tree
all because bloody Christmas does not start on friggin Halloween!
This so called "poem" was first read at a Sigma Tau Delta (Honorary English Society) meeting at Penn State University--Altoona. Shown here are Joe and Sandy Petrulionis exhibiting their entries for the "ugly sweater" competition.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Where is Joe now?
Speaking of romantic sentimentalism...it was about the time Andrew Jackson was getting famous for whipping Red Coats despite being vastly outnumbered. One night a young lady and her stepsister decide to run away with a Poet. The young lady in question was already pregnant with the Poet's child. And soon, if not already, the stepsister would be competing for his attentions as well.
On the night of elopement, they all met here at this grave.
For full credit, name the young lady who eloped with the Poet, name the Poet, and name the stepsister.
Hint: The young lady had a name very similar to the name of the person who was arguably England's greatest social philosopher by birth (who just happens to have been buried in this very same grave!)
On the night of elopement, they all met here at this grave.
For full credit, name the young lady who eloped with the Poet, name the Poet, and name the stepsister.
Hint: The young lady had a name very similar to the name of the person who was arguably England's greatest social philosopher by birth (who just happens to have been buried in this very same grave!)
Where's Joe?
Behind these windows was born someone who thought that imaginary things had been used as excuses to unfairly distribute the resources of the world. So he thought, "hey, if they were imaginary in the first place, then they might be re-imagined to work for us all, right?" Sounds like a simple enough idea, but this guy had a Doctorate in Philosophy from the University of Jena (the best place in the world to study Philosophy at the time.) And you would not believe the number of people who thought this idea was dangerous! Ha!~
For full credit, name the town that this house still stands in. Also, name the person who had this simple idea. Then tell us where he is buried.
For full credit, name the town that this house still stands in. Also, name the person who had this simple idea. Then tell us where he is buried.
Hiking The AT in Maine: North of Rangely
Pristine Mountain Pond
Non-Smoking Queen Suite, Pond View, With Breakfast: No Wake-up.
But the shared bath is down the hall.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Orrs Island Maine: Summer 2011
High Tide, viewed from our front porch. Orrs Island, Maine.
Hiking On Harpswell
At Joshua Chamberlain's Museum
Friday, August 5, 2011
Where in the world were we?
Give it a try! For EXTRA credit, disclose the person who owned...careful now, OWNED...this house.
Hint: The person who lived in this house was famous for having re-written the Bible.
Hint: The person who lived in this house was famous for having re-written the Bible.
(Scroll Down For More Hints and the Answer)
In the 1950's, this building was a laundrymat.
What was it in the late 1840's?
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