Stopping By Moody's Diner On A Snowy Morning

                                                        

     Moody's Diner is an iconic landmark of the small town I grew up in, Waldoboro. Many people may have never heard of Waldoboro, but they sure have heard of Moody's Diner. I met a man from Texas who came to Maine every year. He said he always went to Moody's for a piece of their strawberry rhubarb pie, he looked forward to it. In the diner itself are many pictures sent from world travelers taken at famous world landmarks wearing their Moody's Diner shirts. There is one such picture taken at the pyramids in Egypt of two people who didn't know one another, but lo and behold, they were both wearing Moody's Diner shirts. The moment was so stunning they had to capture it on film and send the picture to Moody's with their amazing story.

    Moody's was actually started back in 1927 as a few cabins for people who needed a place to stay, the diner was built later. P.B. Moody and his wife Bertha started Moody's, it still remains a family owned business. Of course it is much bigger than it used to be, a bigger dining room was added on because of the popularity of the home cooked food. All of their biscuits, pies and cakes are still made in the kitchen from scratch.
      This past Friday we were the recipients of another lovely snowstorm. I'm thinking at this point you can detect the note of sarcasm in my voice. I have developed an aversion for driving in the fluffy white stuff. Since I have to be at work by 6:30 in the morning I am also driving in pitch blackness. You get the picture, it's not pretty.
      I started out for work quite early, as I crawled along I could barely see. The snow was heavy and driving right into my windshield. I knew I couldn't go on so when I got to the diner I pulled in, called my supervisor and told her I needed to wait until daybreak. This is the second time this winter I have had to do this. As I sat at the counter drinking my coffee I was inspired to write a poem chronicling my experience. Out came a pen and this is what I wrote on my napkin.


      
                            Stopping by Moody's Diner on a snowy morning
                            What is that light I see
                            Through the snow that's blinding me
                            I pull my car in
                            I'll be late for work again.
                            Oh the characters I meet
                           And the coffee tastes so sweet
                           As I take in all that caffeine
                           Whether I can leave at daybreak remains to be seen
                           The light of day is dawning
                           When I crash from this coffee I'll be yawning
                           But for now I am wired for the day
                           Off to work, I am on my way.

     O.K., so I'm no Robert Frost, it's just my homage to snowstorms and many cups of coffee, this is what you get.

Sex Appeal

“Sex appeal is fifty percent what you've got and fifty percent what people think you've got.” Sophia Loren                                                                

                                                 

                                                         

“There is more to sex appeal than just measurements. I don't need a bedroom to prove my womanliness. I can convey just as much sex appeal, picking apples off a tree or standing in the rain.”    Audrey Hepburn

Two quotes from famous actresses, who were considered to be beautiful women. They had class and they starred in movies that left something to the imagination. 

I would love to take a survey out on the street and ask, what is sex appeal to you. Is it all about the sex or is it something more. What makes someone attractive to you. I would say part of it is looks, but looks don't go very far when there is nothing behind them.

I had a friend who is gone now, he passed away a few years ago. He wasn't ugly, but he wasn't a man you would have considered handsome, he was pretty average in the looks department. But when it came to the personality department he had it in spades. He was humorous, witty and smart. He was someone you could sit and talk to, share things with, a great friend. Whenever I think about him I remember the great stuff I loved about him. We connected on a mind level. I think the basis for any great romance starts out in the friendship department. You may have friendship without romance, but I don't think you can have romance without first having friendship. 

Some of the best times in bed I have had with my husband were the hours we spent talking to each other. Sometimes no words are necessary at all because you can just be, my phrasing for being in the moment, in any moment, when there is no talking, but everything is being communicated.

I do believe men and women do think differently, but I also believe that we are not that completely different.

I was inspired to write this blog entry because of a message I received from someone that got me thinking about sex appeal. So this is my question to you, what is sex appeal? I want to do something different with this blog entry. Give me your answers, I want to do a follow up blog, you the readers will be the ones I survey. I will compile your answers into the follow up blog.

 

Auld Lang Syne

     As always my curiosity is peaked, especially when someone says something that makes me think. As the new year was approaching a friend of mine, Joyce, from Scotland said something to me about the song Auld Lang Syne. I had never really thought about it so I commenced, yes commenced, to researching it on Google. I found out it was actually a Scots poem written by Robert Burns in 1788. I was fascinated, I wanted to know more. So I began to listen to the song being sung. I am a very sentimental person by nature and I cry very easily. I found this song being sung by Jim Malcolm, I was quite taken with his voice, boy did I cry when I listened to him sing. A person stores up alot of memories in their heart. Times that friends have made you laugh or even made you cry, in a good way, because their heart has touched your heart. It's the best kind of love there is, wow, I don't usually get this sentimental, must be the time of year.
     So one thing led to another and I felt like I should make a video. I wanted to put all of my Facebook friends in it, many I know personally and many I have met online. I needed to include one other friend I met through Facebook, no longer on FB, because I like him so much.
     Now I only have slightly over 170 friends, many related, so in some pictures I could nab 4 friends in one shot. It was way too many pictures just the same, so I had to cut. But the end result seemed right. So anyway, I want to leave you with the written Scots version and the English translation because us flatlanders who aren't Scottish need it. If it's not right Joyce you correct me.
     One last thing, as Tiny Tim from A Christmas Carol would say, God bless us, everyone. My prayer for all of us is that we make new friends in 2012, there is someone waiting to be blessed with who you are and that we not forget the auld, because we have been blessed.

Robert Burns' version-
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne* ?

CHORUS:

For auld lang syne, my jo (or my dear), for auld lang syne, we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet, for auld lang syne.

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp !
and surely I’ll be mine !
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

CHORUS

For auld lang syne, my jo (or my dear), for auld lang syne, we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet, for auld lang syne.

We twa hae run about the braes,
and pu’d the gowans fine ;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit,
sin auld lang syne.

CHORUS

For auld lang syne, my jo (or my dear), for auld lang syne, we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet, for auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl’d i' the burn,
frae morning sun till dine ;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
sin auld lang syne.

CHORUS

For auld lang syne, my jo (or my dear), for auld lang syne, we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet, for auld lang syne.

And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere !
and gie's a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll tak a right gude-willy waught,
for auld lang syne.

CHORUS

For auld lang syne, my jo (or my dear), for auld lang syne, we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet, for auld lang syne.

English translation
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and old lang syne ?

CHORUS:

For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne, we'll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.

And surely you’ll buy your pint cup !
and surely I’ll buy mine !
And we'll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

CHORUS

For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne, we'll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.

We two have run about the slopes,
and picked the daisies fine ;
But we’ve wandered many a weary foot,
since auld lang syne.

CHORUS

For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne, we'll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.

We two have paddled in the stream,
from morning sun till dine^† ;
But seas between us broad have roared
since auld lang syne.

CHORUS

For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne, we'll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.

And there’s a hand my trusty friend !
And give us a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll take a right good-will draught,
for auld lang syne.

CHORUS

For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne, we'll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.

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