Latest Update

Hey everyone. It’s been a while since we spoke. Over a year in fact. I hope everyone is doing well. A lot has happened to me since my last posting. I moved from the town I was living back to the city. The small-town experience is over. I went for five long years, and I’m done. I met a lot of great people, but it wasn’t for me.

Now, here’s the big news…ready?…

I got married. That’s right, the world’s most eligible bachelor is now off the market. I’m now married to the woman, the legend, the Queen of all toilet cloggers, Poops Ahoy. In fact, today is our one-year anniversary and I could not be happier. I love my wife and I’m hoping for many happy years together, but let’s make it quieter years. She would kill me if she knew I was posting this, but my wife snores so loudly that I often think we’ve moved next door to the airport. We are hoping to have a child soon and we have already chosen the names. If it is a boy, his name will be Nicholas James. If it is a girl, her name will be Disappointing Alternative. Just kidding, her name will be Olivia Grace. Maybe we get really lucky and have both…or twins!

Enough good cheer, I’m back now and will be posting about humorous things from my twisted imagination, but there are also serious events taking place that I feel deserve comment and discussion. See you soon.

Until next time, be good or be good at it.

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Right now my fiancee is sleeping. If she’s not doing that she’s pooping, that’s why she’s known as Poops Ahoy. That’s for another time, what today’s subject is about is her sleeping, (her snoring, will come in a future post and is and will be a LOT longer subject).

Old Poops is not one for early mornings or even late ones, in fact whenever possible, doesn’t do mornings at all. As proof try talking to her on a weekend before one in the afternoon. But yesterday was different.

Yesterday, we had to leave early for a long drive to the city to hunt for an apartment. (We got it and start moving in soon). She made the “I hate mornings face,” think I’ll get her a coffee mug that say it. Me trying to be cheerful said, “the early bird gets the worm,” a bit cliched I know, but not her response…

“I DON’T WANT THE WORM!”

Couldn’t argue with that. In her mind the early bird can have the worm, worms are gross and mornings suck. And this is who I’m marrying in a little over a month. Yeah, I’m one lucky guy.

Until next time, Be good or Be good at it. 😎🚬

This is a hard day. It is the fifth anniversary of my mama, Sandra Armstrong’s passing. I think of her everyday and miss always.

As time goes on that we had such a complicated relationship seems so unimportant now. I think less of the bad times and more of the good ones. Mostly, I just think about my mama. The Christmas,” the days we cooked dinner together, the times we would talk and laugh. I wish we could have those times again. You shaped me into the man I’ve become. I love you mama. No one can replace you.

Sandra Ware Armstrong

July 3rd 1947-November 14th, 2017

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This posting will be short. Today is Father’s Day, tell your dad you love them, remember that they won’t be here forever. I wish I could tell mine. He passed away 5 months ago.

I live you daddy.

Larry Armstrong

July 1st, 1946/-Jan 20th, 2022

Love and light. ♥️

I’ve talked about a lot of things in my postings. My parents, tall girls, the amount of storage space on my DVR. I’ve even talked about baseball, how the owner of the local barbershop showed me pictures of himself as a kid with members of the ,1970’s Cincinnati Reds, (the team that made me a baseball fan.) I’ve discussed the designated hitter rule, someone’s wish for a designated sitter position, (just they’re way of being lazy but getting paid for it.) Other topics include D-Day, that Tom Bodett, is a serial killer, Lucy Liu, is a dangerous schizophrenic and wanna be bond villain and of course let us not forget the one and only (thank God for that)…

POOPS AHOY!

That’s right. Couldn’t forgot her. The one who never saw a toilet she couldn’t overflow. What’s more, she’s proud of it.

We’ve discussed a lot of subjects and characters in my previous 99 postings, (99 problems but the bitch ain’t one 🤣) but we’ve yet to thank the most important and everybody’s favorite…

ME!!

That’s right me. Because without me this would not have been possible.

Until next time…be good or be good at it. 😎🚬

Today June 6th, 1944 is the day of the largest battle in world history. The allied forces landed at Normandy, France, the invasion that has since become known to all as D-Day. A conflict that would result in the defeat of Germany less than a year later.

The purpose of this post is not to relive the battle but to celebrate those who fought, those who died and those who lived. There are not many left of those now.

If a man was 18 years old on D-Day, he would be 96 now. The members of our greatest generation are passing away, being replaced by those whose idea of difficulty is waiting outside over night to by a new IPHONE. While the World Wat II generation lived through the Great Depression and won a World War, the current one can’t take a cold shower without feeling personally violated.

Where do we go to get our greatest generation back?

Cherish our greats, we may never see their like again.

Until next time..be good or be good at it. 🇺🇸

On a day when gas prices have gone up for the 18th out of the past 19 days, I thought it would be a good time to reflect upon one of the great presidents of our not too distant past. Today marks the 18th anniversary since the death of President Ronald Reagan.

I remember the Reagan campaign of 1980 and his slogan, “Make America Great.” It was a time when America needed inspiration, after the end of the Vietnam War, Watergate and worst of all the disastrous Carter presidency.

.Most now remember Jimmy Carter ad a man who built cheap houses for the poor. I remember him as a man who brought America to it’s knees. Here was a man whose policies brought about total economic disaster, someone who brought about the first stagflated economy in American history, gas lines that stretched from Pittsburgh to Cleveland if you were lucky enough to get into one, high unemployment and just as bad internationally. During the late 1970’s America was being pushed around by the Soviets like an older sibling does the younger and 52 Americans were held hostage by Islamic fundamentalists in Iran with no end in sight.

Carter in a nationally televised address said America’s best days were behind it.

Something had to change.

President Reagan during the campaign proposed to do everything the opposite of Carter. Instead of high income taxes, he proposed to lower them. Instead of energy shortages and rationing, he proposed to produce more energy. Instead of a weakened military, he proposed to rebuild it making it once again the greatest in the world. During his only debate with Carter he asked the simple question that still is asked over 40 years later, “Are you better off now than you were 4 years ago?” The answer was a resounding “No.”

He defeated Carter in a 44 state landslide. Carter began election day 1980 at a campaign event in the state of Washington before flying home to Georgia and did not fly over 1 state he carried.

4 years later, when Americans were asked, “Are you better off now?” The answer was overwhelming yes. When a union worker was asked why he was voting for Reagan he answered with pride, “we’re standing tall.” Nationally and internationally, America was back.

The optimism could be felt everywhere. Even the ’84 campaign slogan reflected it, “It’s Morning in America.” Proof of how good things were, an amazing turnaround from the previous 4 years.

He was reelected by a 49 state majority.

When President George H.W. Bush, who had spent 8 year’s as Reagan’s Vice-president won the ’88 election it was largely on the public’s desire for Reagan to have a third term.

Reagan lived another 16 years after leaving office, dying on this day at his ranch in southern California, still beloved by a large majority of Americans.

Contrast him with what we have today. A bumbling, corrupt, embarrassment of a senile old man. No abilities nor vision. A hack machine politician, who less than two years into his term has run the economy into the ground, has opened America’s borders to an invasion of illegal aliens, is considered a weakling by others countries, many of whom laugh behind their hands at him and with good reason. His first year in office he lost a 20 year war in Afghanistan. Americans like the ones in Iran from the Carter years are even now trapped there.

Where is the next President Reagan? We need you now.

Until next time…be good or be good at it. 🇺🇸

All who regularly read my blog will recall a previous posting “22 South to Birmingham,” about the night I drove home to say the final goodbye to my father. What I did not talk about at the time was what I saw along the way.

My father was a truck driver for over 20 years, a long haul trucker. He always set me in mind of that Johnny Cash song, “I’ve been everywhere,” because he certainly had, you name it, he’d been there.

It’s a common practice among truckers who sleep in there trucks to park on an on or off ramp never the highways. I’ve seen them bunches together as many as 20 trucks deep forming their own protective mobile neighborhood almost.

But on this night it seemed different. This night as one of there own was passing (he did three days later) it seemed as though they had gathered to wish me luck as I passed, while they stayed behind to swap stories about him and say goodbye to one of their own.

On the drive back, the trucks remained but all of their lights were out, the tales were told, the reminiscing done. Like me, they were in mourning.

Until next time, love and light.

Today I fired myself from cleaning my own apartment. I don’t like my attitude and I caught myself drinking on the job.

Until next time, be good or be good at it. 😎🚬