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Oct 14, 2009


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Nov 14, 2009
Silent Saturday

John 17:3
And this is life eternal, that they might know thee the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom thou hast sent.

Larry Larry at 12:05 PM 1 comments

Nov 12, 2009
Drive In Movies

The evening was warm as the breeze blew from the south. The sky, covered in a light orange sunset, gave a tranquil mood. I drove close to the speaker rolling the window down. Reaching out, I placed it on the window 's edge. The smell of popcorn, strong in the air, the movie began to play.

Flash Fiction Friday 55 is a story written in exactly 55 words. It's fun exciting and definitely a challenge making sure to use no more than fifty five words and no less of course and you must read the ones of your fellow writers. Let the G-Man know if you write one Gman's Place Why Gman's? Place Cause He's da Man!..

James 2 : 26 For as the body without the spirit is dead, so faith without works is dead also

Larry Larry at 10:09 PM 19 comments

Common Cold

Seems the common cold is here to stay settling on men women

children at play. Coughing, sneezing, aches, and pains, feeling it

all over for several days. Will we ever discover a way to do away

with the common colds and the flu.we have today Sure well all be blessed

when we can say were done with the common cold and flu's we all suffer from today.

James 2 : 26 For as the body without the spirit is dead, so faith without works is dead also

Larry Larry at 5:27 PM 0 comments

Nov 11, 2009
Three Word Wednesday

Errant - Hanker - Murky

Errant he goes his way feeling hankered once again today

forever murky is his past seems forever to always last.

James 2 : 26 For as the body without the spirit is dead, so faith without works is dead also

Larry Larry at 7:50 AM 8 comments

Nov 10, 2009
The Stag

Through the shadows of early morning the stag watched me. I didn't see him at first but, he knew where I was. I slowly aimed the camera. With just one click, his ears perked, and off to a gallop he went. So beautiful and magical he seemed as he bounced through the meadow with ease.

John 17:3
And this is life eternal, that they might know thee the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom thou hast sent

Larry Larry at 11:42 PM 3 comments

Nov 9, 2009

A story has no beginning or end; arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead. At the begining is where I start but then again isn't the begining where I decide to start . This story is from a time when I visited Alcatraz remembering just a few who'd been there before me and thank god I wasn't there near as long as they were.

As I walk through the old prison I imagine I can hear the jail cells slamming shut and the man from alcatraz watching me as I set my pace. Walking toward him, I also believe I hear Charles Manson screaming his lyrics at the top of his voice.

Manson has always been kind of crazy, always talking out his ass because he never had the back bone to do anything on his own, he always had someone doing the dirty work for him. I remember when I was a young child he and his gang lived not very far from us in a rundown old shack that looked as if it would fall down anytime. The town was Trona, California. It was, in my opinion, the armpit of the world, the sulfer smell was extremely strong in the town.

The Son of Sam is sitting against the wall in his cell drawing pictures of the naked bodies he tormented at one time. His vivid pictures reflect that he remembers every detail of what he had done to all the women he had killed. He once said they were nothing but dirty whores who deserved exactly what they got. That anybody could feel that way toward another human being is morbid in my opinion and anyone who could do the things he did to young, innocent women didn't deserve to live a minute longer once found guilty for the deaths he had caused.

Then you have Al Capone sitting in his cell as if waiting for someone to throw dice with him just one more time and of course popping open a bottle of wine to cherrish the money he had made for himself, his brothers and the rest of his gangster family. As I come out of my reverie I realize that all of these are a part of the long ago past. I see the government workers who now inhabit the old building doing their research, replacing the old memories with today's new technology.

Larry Larry at 2:27 PM 3 comments

Nov 8, 2009

Things I'm Thankful For

I'm so happy to learn that the true God almighty cannot lie.
I'm happy my wife is with me to worship also.
I'm thankful for my wife who supports me tremendously.
I'm Happy for the Sacrament I partake of every Sunday Morning.
I'am Thankful of knowing the true god and having the gospel in my life.
I'm Happy I went to church this morning I'm glad to make it there every weeekend.

Larry Larry at 8:52 PM 0 comments

Nov 6, 2009
True Loves

Drew couldn't help but flash back to the days when he rode just for the wind in his face. The sun is warm, beating his brow as he'd made a couple of right and left turns to get him to the open road. The only thing missing was Linda's fingers clinging to his side.

Flash Fiction Friday 55 is a story written in exactly 55 words.
it's fun exciting and definitely a challenge making sure to use no more than fifty five words and no less of course and you must read the ones of your fellow writers. Let the G-Man know if you write one GMan's Place Why Gman's? Place Cause He da Man!..

Larry Larry at 2:34 PM 11 comments

Fall Meme Express

Larry Larry at 8:12 AM 0 comments

Oct 28, 2009
Wordless Wednesday

Larry Larry at 11:28 PM 0 comments

Oct 26, 2009
Fall Is Here

The kids at play with pumpkin squeezes leaves are falling from languid breezes. Thanksgiving coming with family cheer celebrating yet another year.

Larry Larry at 11:47 PM 6 comments

Fifties & Sixties

Do you remember the old cars we drove

when we were kids, back in the fifties and sixties? I sure do. I often think of them along with the good times when I was in school. Heres a website I ran into a couple of hours ago. Check it out. If your a baby boomer, as they call us now days, you'll enjoy it. This guy has a nice website the things he shares will take you back to the good ole days.

click here

Larry Larry at 9:37 PM 3 comments

ineXplicable: Photo Hunt: Tied

ineXplicable: Photo Hunt: Tied

Larry Larry at 3:53 AM 1 comments

Oct 24, 2009
Birthday Pinata

Perfect tie theme my step grandson celebrated his birthday August fourteenth with several friends and family. His biological Grandpa controled the hanging of the pinata. The kids couldn't wait to swing the bat at this four wheeling cardboard box of candy.

Larry Larry at 2:00 AM 3 comments

Oct 23, 2009
God vs Science

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A science professor begins his school year with a lecture to the students, 'Let me explain the problem science has with religion.' The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and the asks one of his new students to stand.

'You're a Christian, aren't you, son?'
'Yes sir,' the student says.
'So you believe in God?'
'Is God good?'
'Sure! God's good.'
'Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?'
'Are you good or evil?'
'The Bible says I'm evil.'

The professor grins knowingly. 'Aha! The Bible!' He considers for a moment. 'Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?'

'Yes sir, I would.'
'So you're good...!'
'I wouldn't say that.'

'But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't.'

The student does not answer, so the professor continues.
'He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?'

The student remains silent.

'No, you can't, can you?' the professor says.
He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.

'Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?'
'Er...yes,' the student says.
'Is Satan good?'
The student doesn't hesitate on this one. 'No.'
'Then where does Satan come from?'
The student falters. 'From God'

'That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?'
'Yes, sir.'

'Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything, correct?'

'So who created evil?' The professor continued, 'If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil.'
Again, the student has no answer.

'Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?'
The student squirms on his feet. 'Yes.'

'So who created them?'

The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question. 'Who created them?' There is still no answer.. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized.

'Tell me,' he continues on to another student. 'Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?'
The student's voice betrays him and cracks. 'Yes, professor, I do.'

The old man stops pacing. 'Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you.. Have you ever seen Jesus?'
'No sir. I've never seen Him.'

'Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?'
'No, sir, I have not.'
'Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?'
'No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't.'
'Yet you still believe in him?'

'According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't
exist. What do you say to that, son?'

'Nothing,' the student replies. 'I only have my faith.'
'Yes, faith,' the professor repeats. 'And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence,
only faith.'

At the back of the room another student stands quietly for a moment before asking a question of His own. 'Professor, is there such thing as heat?'
'Yes,' the professor replies. 'There's heat.'
'And is there such a thing as cold?'
'Yes, son, there's cold too.'
'No sir, there isn't.'

The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain.

'You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the lowest -458 degrees.'

The student continued: 'Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.'

Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.

'What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?'
'Yes,' the professor replies without hesitation. 'What is night if it isn't darkness?'

'You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to define the word. In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?'

The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester. 'So what point are you making, young man?'

'Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed.'

The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time. 'Flawed? Can you explain how?'

'You are working on the premise of duality,' the student explains. 'You argue that there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought.'

'It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it.'

'Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?'

'If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do.'

'Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?'

The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.

'Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?'

The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided.

'To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I

The student looks around the room. 'Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?' The class breaks out into laughter.

'Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the professor's brain, touched or smelt the professor's brain? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir.'

'So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?'

Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable.

Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. 'I guess you'll have to take them on faith.'

'Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life,' the student continues... 'Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?'

Now uncertain, the professor responds, 'Of course, there is. We see it everyday. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil.'

To this the student replied, 'Evil does not exist, sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself.. Evil is simply
the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light.'

The professor sat down.

Larry Larry at 8:47 PM 0 comments


As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, I looked at her beautiful face. Those pure blue oval eyes melted my heart. "I'm so glad I met you, and I'm so glad you let me love you too". I opened the car door, looking her way, winked my eye at her as she sped away.

Flash Fiction Friday 55 is a story written in exactly 55 words.
it's fun exciting and definitely a challenge making sure to use no more than fifty five words and no less of course and you must read the ones of your fellow writers. Let the G-Man know if you write one GMan's Place Why Gman's? Place Cause He da Man!..

Larry Larry at 2:01 AM 11 comments

Oct 21, 2009
Wordless Wednesday

Larry Larry at 12:54 PM 0 comments

Oct 20, 2009

Meme Express:

I picked the cartoon prompt on the sidebar

Oldtime Cartoons

Larry Larry at 7:58 PM 0 comments

My Fathers Laws

Carry On Tuesday
Author: Larry Moon


In my younger and more vulnerable
years my father gave me some advice
that I've been turning over in
my mind ever since.
His advice was to love god and for ever be peaceable and this is what I've done.
so I wrote this poem in honor of his advice

Between the covers of this book are my Fathers Laws I pray You look. He'll teach and guide you through out your life He'll even provide you exquisite delight. He can move mountains He calms the sea He provided a son for you and me. So look towards the heavens with wide open eyes He'll soon be coming for you and I.

The Image above was created by The Author Larry Moon

Larry Larry at 1:46 PM 0 comments

Oct 17, 2009
A place called home

PhotoHuntparakeets their place called home

Larry Larry at 8:53 PM 4 comments

Oct 16, 2009
Mysterious Box

Martha, sitting on the exam table was thinking to herself, "what am I going to do? Richard's going to kill me when he finds out I'm pregnant again". Wondering how she's going to tell him was still bugging her. The doctor walked in the room saying, "Mrs Fisk, you're going to have a baby boy in about eight months".

"Baby boy, you mean it's a boy"? "Yes", said the doctor,"the tests we've taken show the sex to be a male, congratulations. What does your husband think about your being pregnant"? Martha answered, "I haven't told him yet, but I can guarantee you he won't like it".

Driving home Martha thought she would figure something out by this evening. She knew she had to tell him sooner or later. Richard opens the door and calls to Martha that he is home. Martha looks at him and smiles as he sets his brief case down and begins to open the box that was sitting in front of the door as he came in from work.

Removing the packaging and all the tape he begins to pull out the contents, a pacifier, a small, blue blanket, a box of new born diapers and a pair of really small tennis shoes.

Richard said, "What the heck is all of this, did some one send this to the wrong address"? Martha said, "No honey, it's somebody's way of saying congratulations, your going to be a daddy again". With that being said, Martha hears a noise behind her, she turns around and finds Richard lying on the floor. Martha grabs a cold, wet towel and begins wiping Richard's face.

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The Image above was created by Larry Moon.

Larry Larry at 2:56 PM 1 comments


Waiting under the street light patiently, his hat placed snugly on his head the wind begins to blow. The street sign swings back and forth then soon the rain begins to fall. Water drips from the brim of his hat he remembers as he steps into the city bus it’s the third week of Autumn.

Flash Fiction Friday 55 is a story written in exactly 55 words.
Let the G-Man know if you write one GMan's Place
and read the ones of your fellow writers.

Larry Larry at 1:56 AM 10 comments

Oct 14, 2009
Thought of the Day

"No family can have peace, no life can be free from the storms of adversity unless that family and that home are built on foundations of morality, fidelity, and mutual respect.

Larry Larry at 10:53 PM 4 comments

Oct 12, 2009
First Kiss

Larry Moon Jr
word count 500
Challenge:First Kiss

The footsteps were deeply indented into the sand. They were close to the shore line then headed across the beach into the dunes just over the hill where the saw grass blew gently in the languid breezes. The seagulls flying above my head were searching for a morsel of food to be tossed to them.

As I walked to the crest of the hill top I saw him sitting there, a young man, probably the same age as I, if not older; I'm seventeen and he was at least the same or maybe a couple of years older. Sitting on top of an over turned rowboat, he was very good looking, brown wavy hair, crystal blue eyes and a smile you'd die for.

He was drawing on a pad of paper, I asked him, "What are you drawing"? He turned my way, smiled and said, "It's a sketch of the seascape. I often do this on my free weekends." "Free weekends,what do you mean," I asked? He went on to say he was from L S U and came home to spend time with his mom and dad for the holidays.

"Do you live close by," he asked? "I live a couple of miles away". "Do You go to school"? "I'm a senior at Los Amigo's High. I'll graduate in June of next year. I also work part time at a dentist office, filing dental records. After I graduate I'd like to go to L S U to become a dental hygienist".

He turned pointing, "Do you see the beach house across the way? That's where my parents live, I live in the loft apartment upstairs when I'm here from college. I'd like to take you to dinner sometime, would you be interested"? I accepted the invitation to dinner and we exchanged names and phone numbers.

Finally, Friday was here. I was ready to head out the door as soon as Alex showed up in the driveway. Of course, I wanted to introduce him to Mom and Dad. Soon Alex's classic bright red mustang pulled into the driveway. Alex walked up to the door and knocked. I opened the door inviting him in, then introduced him to my parents. We were soon on our way to dinner. We enjoyed ourselves. We saw each other often after that.

One Saturday afternoon Alex came to my house to pick me up to go to the boardwalk, just for something to do. After we were finished checking out the boardwalk we headed back to his house. Alex wanted to show me his art that he had in his apartment. He had so many frames and canvases scattered about, it was a real gallery.

He handed me a wine cooler, gently pulled me closer in his arms and kissed me. That was my first kiss, a plesurable one at that, and a kiss I'll never forget.Yes Like I've always thought Life is a flower of which love is the honey. We soon decided to visit Mom and Dad for awhile and make plans for thankgiving.

The Image above was created by The Author Larry Moon

Larry Larry at 4:11 AM 3 comments

Oct 8, 2009
Some One Special To Me

If I could sit beside you and tell you what I think of You. You probably wouldn't listen, you'd think it isn't true. I love to sit across from you, and watch your smile grow, As I look into your pretty eyes, I see you're warm and loving soul. I've also heard your laughter,it has a special ring. It's really plain and simple You've become someone special to me.

The Image above wasn't created by The Author Larry Moon but buy a special friend of his posted with permission.

Larry Larry at 2:18 PM 0 comments

Flash Fiction Friday

Author:Larry Moon
55 Words
True Life Poem

I'm Sorry

Sorry for the times we've never spent. Sorry for the places we've never went. Sorry for the pictures never taken. Sorry for the love that has been foresaken. Sorry for no albums of the high school prom, or the football games my son had won. I'm sorry for the life we've never had.

The Image above wasn't created by The Author Larry Moon

Larry Larry at 1:46 PM 10 comments

Oct 7, 2009
The Day America Cried

The Day America cried
Author:Larry Moon
word count 700
prose crisis in your country

The alarm clock buzzing loudly so I would get up out of bed to start my day's work cleaning up the Resevoir so the visitors to the park would have clean restrooms and garbage cans to use during the day. It usually took me about four hours to get everything finished before the visitors started coming with there boats and pic-nic lunches When I finished with everything I had to do, I'd travel to the local convinieance store just a couple of miles down the road from the resevoir. It was a regular habit for me to do. Once I arrived at the store I usually stood around for a few moments talking to Jerry the store owner.

As I walked into the store Jerry asked if I had seen the News yet this morning? I said no why what is going on ? He told me the United states is being attacked,by terrorists my responce was yeah right and when did this happen. He looked at me saying it's happening now take a look. He turned the small television he had sitting on the counter behind him so I could see the news broadcast. To my surprise it was real, I saw a jet fly into the first tower I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I felt terror,in my heart the first thing I thought of was all the people who were scrambling for their life and how could this really be happening. I immediately headed out the front door jumped into my truck and started to head back up the mountain road to the resevoir.

This time the two miles seemed to take longer to travel. Thoughts were racing through my mind, how could some body do this on purpose, to deliberatly kill for the joy of hurting or getting even. I thought of the people who were in the building and saw the jet coming their way knowing it wasn't high enough to miss the building. How terrified they must have been. I thought of their loved ones that would never see them again. Finally, I got back to the trailer and turned the news on. Another jet crashed into the second tower. The towers were starting to fall, people were screaming as they were running to get out of the way from the debre of the first falling tower.

I witnessed a person jumping from the second tower to their death down below, so frightened and filled with terror, their first reaction was to jump. I started praying for the people who were losing their lives, the children who were going to be left with out a parent or maybe even both parents. I thought of the firemen who had to enter the building to save lives if it was at all possible, and the firemen who lost their lives while simply doing their job. The news reported it wasn't just happening in New York City, there was a third plane that hit the pentagon in Washington D.C. and a fourth that had crashed due to the heroic Americans that caused the plane to crash, trying to abort the attack where ever the terrorists were headed.

The news of the attack went on for days and even months. It had a real effect on me mentally. I couldn't sleep at night. I finally made an appointment with my doctor to see if he could write me a script for a few sleeping pills. Eventually things started to fall back to normal, I started to get back into my normal sleep habits. It was a very frightening experience that I'll never forget.

Mightiest Of Powers

Heavenly Father, Mightiest Of Powers. Have you seen what Satan's done to the once standing towers? He showered them with hatred and death. That's what a coward would do. Killing fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, even their children too. The world is in mourning. Heavenly Father sent warning of Satan's miraculous doom. This we can count on, Our Heavenly Fathers words are faithful and true. Soon there after, My Heavenly Father, Mightiest Of Powers, will make all things new.

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Larry Larry at 1:36 AM 0 comments

Oct 4, 2009
Where now? Who now? When now?

Posted by Larry Moon
October 04, 2009
The prompt
"Where now? Who now? When now?"
Carry On Tuesday

Where now? Who now? When now?

Our Fathers House is where we'll be

My wife Clare of course she's with Me

Since January of 2009 until the end

of all time.

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Larry Larry at 6:53 PM 4 comments

Sep 30, 2009
I never Liked Dreaming

Author: Larry Moon
Flash Fiction Friday
I Never Liked Dreaming.

I've never liked dreaming,it seems they never come true. However, here lately, my dreams have centered on you. You say that I am a dreamer. Some say that dreams do come true. So, why don't you make me a believer by making the dreams I dream of you come true.

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Larry Larry at 11:18 PM 13 comments

Sep 28, 2009
Pirate's Cove

Carry On Tuesday.
Pirot's Cove
Writen By: Larry Moon
585 words
Two souls with but a single thought
Two hearts that beat as one.

Randy had a great day, lots of fun with Clare. He couldn't wait until Saturday at 6:30 am, as he was to see her again. She had made a comment, having not been to the beach for several weeks she had the urge to go again soon. Randy told her that he'd be glad to take her when ever she wanted to go. Clare spoke up quickly, just barely letting Randy take another breath, before she jumped in, "Really, you'd do that Randy"? With a surprised look he said "Of course, for you I'd do anything. Lets make it Saturday, but remember it's a four hour drive, we have to leave early Saturday morning".

Randy's cell phone rang bringing him out of his day dream, it was his father. "Hello Randy," his Father said. I just wanted to let you know your that mother would like to have you over for dinner tonight, what do you think"? "I'd love to". Soon Randy was opening the door and walking into his parents house. Finding his father sitting in his favorite chair Randy sat down to chat with him.
His father looked up at him asking,"Where's Clare"? "I didn't know you wanted her to come too, you never said anything about her," Randy replied. "She's been an extension of your left arm for the past four or five years. We figured you'd bring her," said his dad.

"That's funny, lately I've been thinking we're like two souls with but a single thought I love her an awful lot and I've been thinking, it's been four years, all my debts are paid in full, maybe we should get married. But I still have to ask her if she'll marry me, then we'd become like two hearts that beat as one. Randy's mom came into the family room and said, "Dinner is ready, lets eat."

The black granite floor was cool and smooth to the bottom of her feet as she walked across the bedroom to take a shower. Clare had never liked the texture of beach sand on her body. She decided to take a shower while she was at Randy's condo. After her shower she got dressed and walked down the stairs to see what Randy was doing. She saw him at the bar with two wine glasses preparing to ask Clare if she would marry him. Taking her by the hand he walked over to the leather couch that sat in front of the fireplace. Looking straight into her burning eyes he asked her if she would marry him.

Her face lit up like he'd never seen before. Shedding a few tears she looked back at him and said, "I thought you'd never ask". "That's great news, honey. I love youClare. We should go to Mom and Dad's place to tell them. They were just talking about it the other night before dinner. Are you up to it," Randy asked? Clare said, "Yes, I'd like that very much".

Randy heads to his room upstairs to take a shower and put on fresh clothing. In a hurry he takes his shower. Slipping on his 501 blue jeans he glances into the mirror. The pants were loose around the hips, but snug enough, the way he likes them. The white turtle neck looked great with the unbuttoned, blue shirt over it. Finally they were off to Randy's parents house to announce their engagement, but no date has been set as of yet.

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Larry Larry at 9:29 AM 2 comments

Sep 26, 2009
MsIndigo's Contest

Well well I found a contest over at MsIndigo's twitter site. MsIndigo's All you have to do is answer a question. The question is how long has it been since you've bought anything for yourself? that is really easy. Here's my answer. hhmmmmmmmmm me buy something for myself? hhmmm think, think ,tap, tap, tap fingers on counter oh oh i know. ummmmm like never all my money goes to my wife, yep thats da truth too. maybe you should give it a try we'll see who wins October 9th 2009.

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Larry Larry at 10:15 AM 0 comments

Sep 22, 2009
Carry On Tuesday

Carry On Tuesday.
By Larry Moon
The Prose
Don't walk behind me; I may not lead
Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow.
Just walk beside me and be my friend.

Please don't walk behind me for I refuse to lead.
Please do not walk in front of me for I refuse to follow.
Please Just walk beside me Be My Friend My Wife
One who Is Equal To Me.

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Larry Larry at 12:18 PM 2 comments

A True Story


A WOMAN was flying from Seattle to San Francisco .
Unexpectedly, the plane was diverted to Sacramento

along the way. The flight attendant explained that
there would be a delay, and if the passengers wanted

to get off the aircraft the plane would re-board in 50 minutes.

Everybody got off the plane except one lady who was blind.

The man had noticed her as he walked by and could tell the

lady was blind because her Seeing Eye dog lay quietly

underneath the seats in front of her throughout the entire flight.

He could also tell she had flown this very flight before
because the pilot approached her, and calling her by

name, said, 'Kathy, we are in Sacramento for almost
an hour. Would you like to get off and stretch your legs?'

The blind lady replied, 'No thanks, but maybe Buddy would like to stretch his legs.'

Picture this:
All the people in the gate area came to a complete stand still
when they looked up and saw the pilot walk off the plane

with a Seeing Eye dog! The pilot was even wearing sunglasses.
People scattered. They not only tried to change planes,

but they were trying to change airlines!

True story. Have a great day and remember

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Larry Larry at 1:12 AM 2 comments

Sep 19, 2009
In The Beginning

This Blog Of Mine
In The Beginning
550 words
Author: Larry Moon

The tree's are huge, reaching into the sky, as if to kiss the white puffy balls of cotton hanging about, blowing from here to there in the north-western sky. The lodge pole pines reach at least seventy five feet or more above the house, swaying in the chilly morning wind. Earlier this morning, somewhere close to five or six am, as I sat in the kitchen with the door open, I could hear the coyote's yapping. The barn owl gave a hoot or two as it watched for a lone mouse or maybe a rat to go scurrying. I could hear the crickets chirping and the
croaking of a bull frog as he sat on a lily pad in the
middle of a pond just across the way.

This is the time when I like to go outside, before the sun rises and begins the heat of the day. I listen to the sounds of the night, reflecting on the daily tasks I'll encounter through the day. I find myself thinking of the Almighty Father who lives in the heavens above. When I was a child I always thought and wondered to myself, "is there really a God" ?

Could this world really have happened just from some sort of a Big Bang as they say it has? I've, never really believed the Big Bang theory at all. The world is too big and complicated, for instance, all the animal life, including insects, all living creatures are created too perfectly to have just happened. Look at the human brain, how it keeps control of the heart beat to keep it pumping blood, our lungs to keep us breathing, our eyes to keep us witnessing what a marvelous Heavenly Father He really is and what a grand privilege it is to live and to worship Him, the only Almighty God.

The Bible book of Genesis says that God created man in his likeness. Gen 1:26 When you look into the book of Titus you find that God is a God that cannot lie. Titus 1:2 It's impossible for Him to lie. When we read this and we reflect on it we become stronger in faith, and we find that the world just couldn't have happened from the form of a Big Bang. There had to be a superior being a loving Heavenly Father.

Have you ever wondered where you came from and why you're here on this earth. It's because He loves you and He wants you to have the opportunity to prove you are worthy of His love. You'll find proof that God created the Heavens and the earth in the book of Genesis here is a small sample of what it says.. please read it and worship Him.

Genesis : 1--4 In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void; darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. And God said, Let there be light: and there was light. And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness. And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And the evening and the morning were the first day.

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Larry Larry at 11:10 PM 0 comments

Sep 18, 2009
Starry Starry Night

Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Fiction Friday Challenge #122:
Picture Prompt: Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh
Author: Larry Moon

Crickets chirping, frogs croaking, a cotton tail scurrying off to it's night time hiding place from an evening preditor. The early evening smell of a warm woodstove, as the evening sky falls into a starry, starry night.

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