SISNTI – INSIST

PSYELE – SLEEPY

CNATOE – OCTANE

NULEGO – LOUNGE

TERAGY – GYRATE

GRILEB – GERBIL

CARTOON ANSWER:

THE WEIGHTLIFTERS WERE IN THEIR 70s and 80s, BUT THEY WERE – – –

    INSSLOTNLOGGRTGI = STILL GOING STRONG

Good Morning, Everyone!          🏋🏼 “WEIGHT’LL YOU SEE ME NOW...” 🏋🏼

Todays words are all old favorites, but the anagrams are divine! Great words, a bit CHALLENGEing but with great PRESENTATION! UpLIFTing, to say the least. And now, our cartoon. Jeff has us in a Gym overhearing a pair of younger men talking about a pair of older gentlemen. All four of these man are PHYSICALly FIT. The conversation is BUILT on the fact that the younger ones are marveling over the stamina and endurance of the older ones. And they’re hoping that their lives will WORK OUT just the same. We see great BICEPS on all four, and ABS to ABSolutely  die for. Age is mentioned, and our question tells us that the older gentlemen are 70 and 80 respectfully. Respectfully is right! These guys are still LIFTing WEIGHTS! Talk about a REP! Kudos, Gentlemen! You’re an inspiration…you’ve definitely up LIFTed my spirits!  After all these years, these guys are “STILL GOING STRONG”. WEIGH to go, and ring that BARBELL! And that Folks, is the SWOLE story! So, eye candy? I’m going with older gentleman left. His GYM clothes, shades of green and gray? SQUAT a COMBINATION! So, there you have it Folks, Done!

Have a great a day, Everyone! And remember, WEIGHT LIFTING is nothing to be taken LIGHTly…🏋🏼🙋🏻

I’m going to take the liberty, and share a little story with you all today, if I may. Indulge me…For those of you who follow our site here on a daily basis, it’s a pretty well known fact that I don’t sleep very well. To the few here who REALLY know me…I know, I know…Let’s not do it here, Email me as usual. Some things still need to be held sacred! Anyway, this morning at 3:04 AM, I went to my tried and true website to look for the Jumble. I see the page is updated, and of course, the adrenaline starts to flow…I scroll down, and lo and behold…No Jumble…So I refresh the page…No Jumble..so I…You can see where this is going, right? Instead of our beloved Jumble, what I find are two Sudoku puzzles, one mistakenly marked Jumble. I’m crushed. I’m speechless…(yes, it DOES SO happen on occasion…) I figure I’ll check a second on line site that I use once in awhile for a colorized version. And what are the odds, this one is missing 4 of the 6 words. So now I’m thinking…Last day of the year…is this some kind of subliminal message? Is this some kind of sign that…? No, I think what this is is a little early New Years Eve celebrating in the print rooms! I could be wrong, and trust me, it wouldn’t be the first time…but Folks, what are the odds? Both web sites? Anyway, I take the 2 words I’m given, I look at our cartoon, and BAM, puzzle solved! Which attests to the brilliance of Jeff Knurek and David Hoyt. Just from the drawing alone, and 5 random letters, I could put this baby to bed! But…what about you guys? I need more for you…So I consider calling the paper of the first part, and asking if someone could email me a copy from print. And then I’m like..”Snap out of it…”! (With a shout out to Cher, and that wonderful movie…”Moonstruck”…Ah, Bella Luna…). “You can’t do that”! Anyway, now I got Cher in my head…so I fire up her rendition of “Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered” with Rod Stewart, and my mood is improving. A lot. I get that 3rd cup of coffee… (Don’t ask…) and I’m thinking…My paper will be here soon, I’ll get the other 4 words, and I can offer you what you deserve. But it’s Sunday, and while my NY Daily News is usually here each morning by 4:15, I think the guy looks forward to a little extra sleep on Sundays…So, no paper yet. And all the while, some emails are coming in, from the other night crawlers, asking…”So, what happened to the Jumble.”? And “So, New Years Eve, huh”? And, “So, you still haven’t called me…” (Don’t ask..) What it all boils down to is…What a way to end the year! And then it hits me like that Thunderbolt that got Loretta. So tonight when that clock strikes 12, and I put 2017 to bed, I’m going to do my usual…Go out into the night, look up for the first star I see, and toast my Dad. The first man I loved. The first man who loved me. The man who taught me how to read and spell, and do this here Jumble, when I was barely able to hold a pencil straight, and who gave me this voracious gift of loving words. And I’ll wish the New Years Baby that He is, a Happy Birthday…And if I’m lucky, maybe I’ll get to see that Bella Luna we both loved so well. Kind of a full circle…And STILL GOING STRONG...After all these years…
Here’s to the New Year, Everyone! Cento Anni! May you live a hundred years…🍾🥂🙋🏻