Hope Floats

In the olden days before I was retired I never watched movies.  Now I can't stop.  I have watched this stupid movie 456,678 times .... and never get tired of watching little Bernice run after her dad crying her little heart out after her dad left.  I'm going to have to get over this. 

Colorado low is approaching  .... much snow is predicted.  I stocked up on groceries and wine.  Unfortunately I don't have enough of my home brew to see me through.  Christmas depleted my stock.  I hope it's not going to be a huge snow storm....just a blizzard I can deal with that.

Spent most of my day trying to figure out my new Android Galaxy phone.... you know the cheap IPhone knock off? Well I never had a "Smart" phone before so this is a new experience.  My old cell phone...only phoned.  It rang... I said hello...or I phoned and the other party said hello.  Shit like that.  Now I can type a message instead of talking....well my fingers are too big.  Nobody knows what I'm talking about ...
iH .. howd you r?  gottd a neW phooonE far xmus Jeast tRyig It ouut. Bye bYi.  Crazy.... it took me two days to enter my wifi password.

My mouse batteries just died on my computer..WHAT... I just bought it a year ago:).  I didn't have any on hand so I had to use the one's from my toothbrush.  So tomorrow I may have to brush my teeth with my mouse.  Might just as well use his tail instead of floss! Scratch that idea...I forgot .. it's cordless. ahhh technology....ain't it grand.

It was storming out there today ... so I just cuddled up to the computer and annoyed people on facebook.  Found PikMonkey which I had forgot about.....spent way to much time uploading pictures nobody cares about...but that is why I pay the big buck for the Internet...to amuse myself ...so fuck it. 

I met an older gentleman at Superstore the other day.  I would say he was around 75 or 80. He was handsome even in his older years....and he was obviously an immigrant to our country. He had a accent I couldn't define.  He was kind and generous to the clerks as he put his groceries on the belt.  So many are not.  I couldn't take my eyes off of him.  I almost felt I had known him from somewhere.  After his groceries went through ... mine were piling up on my side (because we bag them ourselves at Superstore) and there are two belts and he had already loaded his into his cart. ... he started to help me with mine.  What a nice man.  I found out he was from Italy and his family had moved here in the late 1970's.  We talked for a bit as we loaded up my cart and he knew what I had bought....and he looked at me...with his worn but beautiful brown eyes... and said that I should never buy Pasta Sauce at Superstore. Datza shit he said.  You makked you self.  Lordy....I know how to make it "youself."  But I get lazy sometime.  He said....your start in the morning....by supper it's good.  With that....he took his leave.  I thought he was going to hit on me for awhile....because you know those Italians...but no.... it was all about the pasta sauce.

I must be old..........80 year old men don't even hit on me.

Balonie...retiring to her chambers.