Word of the Day: Noodle

Since the pool is open, snow on the side, but who’s looking, and it’s time for fun in the sun, someone came up with an idea for that fun, a Noodle. Why it has this name I’m not entirely sure, because it doesn’t soften in liquid which traditional noodles do. It’s not pliable as a wet noodle either, in fact it would be useless if it was….so why the name Noodle?

You could try tying a bunch of these stiff noodle blocks together for a float, but it probably wouldn’t last long:

These are just messy failures:

And these would tangle all around and you would probably drown:

So my question still stands: why are these Styrofoam things called Noodles?

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Noodle – Word of the Day Challenge

Monday Movie

I’ve liked Kevin Costner since “Untouchables”, “Dances With Wolves” and more. If he is directing his love scenes are very romantic, definite plus for me. Today’s movie may be a repeat, but alas, a fave of mine: “For Love of the Game”.

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Putting My Feet in the Dirt 6

Fifty shades of embarrassment

Didn’t mean to cause harassment

Of any person place or thing

I just wanted to try the swing

Olden days the swing was my favorite

If only I didn’t wear that big bracelet

Things would have been fine

I’d have towed the line

Like grandmas should do

But you know who

Doesn’t always follow the rules

If only I hadn’t passed the school.

No one about, playground empty

If only I was younger than twenty

But thought I would take a chance

Walked over to swing and the romance

Came over me, childhood fun and games

If only my eyesight took good enough aim

My backside missed the swing

And then there’s the bracelet thing.

Trying to right myself it caught

Showing parts of me it ought not

But suddenly recess, children ensue

My dignity was now askew

Fear not they seemed to notice not

Helping me up, loosening bracelet caught

Oh, children are just the best

Unlike adults who would laugh in jest.

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MLMM Wordle #132

It was the brainchild of the famous scientist, Iam Notacrook, well known for his attic salt on bleeding edge technology in government. It had been his favorite subject to lecture on at Government Rules U. in Greenwich Village, NYC. This location wasn’t exactly ideal for the professor’s views, but he decided he liked a challenge.

For years he tried to influence and change student attitudes, and the vicious hold that protesters in society held on them, trying to integrate their “flip-flop, fly-by-night theories” that they were not being heard. He implored his loyal students to fight back using technology to quash the upstarts who wanted less government control over their lives.

Every night he tweeted his lectures, hoping to appeal to conservatives and amass a small fortune from followers, stirring up an emacity for his ideas. If enough people agreed and wanted him to lecture outside the university, he might be classified as an emeritus professor and be able to stop teaching. His plan was to join the lecture circuit where he was convinced he could spread the word and add to his followers with social media.

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FOWC: Anyway

Anyway, as I was looking for a different news report on the big train engine rolling out of Cheyenne, I spotted this. I think it’s funny, no offense to KFC, the senator, or Big Boy 4014. Roll on, buddy!

I’m loving this, because it’s making a great point of how our current government is a total joke. Don’t get me started on the furious fumbling fingers of the tweeter in charge, which makes me wonder what if anything he actually does as President, except ridicule others, twist the law and get away with it. Isn’t there an island somewhere he could rule as king? Because that’s what he wants and it looks like we’re giving it to him. Congress, where are your backbones? Where’s George Carlin when you need him?

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Sunday Photo Fiction – Wonky GoT Spoiler Alert

A sad day for Tyrion. Watching from his chair, looking up to see the only remainder of the last episode of “Game of Thrones”. So sad in fact that he thought about destroying the mobile, but did not. His child lay in a crib next to him, unexpected from a brief union hiding in the dark safety of a crypt while real dragons flew above the castle walls.

Yes, the fear of death caused his inner demons to rise up and unfortunately he acted on those basal desires. There is good news, however. The dalliance into his former pastime resulted in a charming newborn, now sleeping peacefully while the kingdom, no longer under threat of destruction from the great white hoard, rebuilds.

One can only imagine the storyline now, as Cersei and her monstrous protector remain unscathed in warmer climes. Will her “loving” brother return to her side or will she marry Euron Greyjoy? Will Tormund finally have an affair with Brienne while licking their wounds? Will Jorah suddenly rise from the dead and marry the now defunct Daenerys? Could Tyrion’s child end up on the Iron Throne?

Oh my, the possibilities are endless!

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