Meet Macaroon

I'm a Mac.

When I was in the sixth grade, I learned what a Mac was.  I learned from a friend who loathed Microsoft, and he- as so many Mac users do- went on and on and on about it.  I mostly had no idea what he was talking about and spent my time with him nodding my head. 

Fast forward seven years to my first year at college.  That friend decided to apply for a Genius job at the Apple store.  The Geniuses are the ones who sit behind their very own counter at the back of the store and fix everything- computers, ipods, and now ipads and iphones.  They get trained in California at Apple Headquarters.  I told him that if he was successful at getting that competitive job, I would buy myself an Apple computer and make the switch.  I thought it was a safe bet from my end- yeah he loved Apple, but that's not enough to get a job fixing them, right?  Wrong.

I bought an Apple and I was hooked.  In 2006, when I ran over my iBook WITH MY CAR (it still turned on) Apple replaced it.  Like, gratis (hence, her name- FreeMac).  They have solved all of my computer-related problems with the greatest of ease, and beyond my expectations.    

Dear Reader, meet Macaroon.

I stepped on her last week and this is the view I am constantly living with, trying to see if I'm spelling words correctly, or reading them right.  I have to move the browser window around to make sure I can see a picture.  It was a pretty sad day.

Well, it was sad until today when the insurance company told me they would send me a check for $1240 to "get her fixed."  

Since Mr. Peaches has been eyeing a MacBook Pro (to be named Big Mac) and I have been wanting a desktop (to be called Macaroni?  Who knows?) I think things are looking up for this little Mac Family.  I'll have Macaroon fixed by a friend for <$100 and splurge on the rest in August.

We'll have one TV and five computers for two people (but one of the computers doesn't work).  Makes sense, right?  At least we still only have two cars (mine's called Cathy).