It's That Time Again...

*hangs head in shame and slowly stands*
hi. my name is Megz. and i have an addiction...
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i've had this addiction since my mom came home with this...

my brother set it up and it was all downhill from there. this addiction of mine.
Oh! The memories...those misty water color  floppy disked memories! All the hours I spent playing on that Apple. Spy vs. Spy. The squeak of those big plastic cases the games used to come in when you'd open them. *sighs happily*
As I got older my addiction to technology only got worse. I wanted more. I wanted to best. I wanted the newest.  Unfortunately, Steve wasn't there. And Apple? Well, without him, they just kind of disappeared from sight and mind.
So, instead I got to deal with PCs for the next several (many) years. Or PoCs (Pieces of...yougetthepicture). I am sorry if you love your PC. I am not trying to offend you. It's just my experience and how I feel. I am an Apple person. That is all I can say. Or should I actually say "I am a Steve Jobs person"?

The only good thing that came out of the 'break' that Steve took from Apple? And my enforced use of PCs? I *had* to work on them. I *had* to get inside of them, open them up, and....I LOVED IT!!! *twitches* hence the reason we are hear today. Suddenly just being on a computer wasn't enough, I had to find excuses to -occasionally- open them up and get into their brains. New hard drive here. More memory there. Damn! Needs a new fan! Darn it all. And on and on and on.

And then Steve was back!!! OMFG! Steve was back! And the amazing, revolutionizing things he was doing at Apple! *gasp* Suddenly Apple was back on the techie map in a big way. And seriously, if this was Risk, everyone else would be F-U-H-C-K-E-D! Because Apple owned that board. It's obvious he loved what he did. And it's obvious he loved the company. And it's obvious he wanted everybody else to love it to. Because we do. Don't we? In a huge, fanatical kind of way. The man was amazing.

The only bad thing about giving me back Apple- and with it Macs? He took away my tinkering!!! *whines*
Sure, some of the first versions of certain items aren't perfect. But the thing about apple is that, most of the time, they do not rush their products and they learn from their mistakes. So what I'm stuck with now is a perfectly running iMac, and perfectly running macbook, and perfectly running iPad 2, and a perfectly running iPhone 4. Bah! (first rule of technology: don't buy the first version. wait for them to work out the kinks and then buy it!)

SO! When I was face timing with my sister last night and she was talking about how they had taken my mom's iMac into the Apple Store and the dude at the Genius Bar had told them that they need to install more memory before she can run Lion...I started to sweat just a little bit at the though of "installing" something. *Because* she then brought up the macbook! I asked if they were going to take it to someone to have it done or if she was going to try to do it herself. And she said, "The guy said they were just slots." I told her that yes, for the iMac, there are slots at the bottom of the monitor for the memory cards, BUUUUT if they are thinking of upgrading the memory on the macbook too then she will have to take off the bottom of the macbook to get to the memory cards. Her eyes got all big, meanwhile probably just my pupils got big much like the techie addict that I am. I am surprised I could keep the twitching to a minimum. The fact that I didn't scream at her to just send it all to me speaks volumes for my self control. [I should mention that while I was speaking to her she said, "I don't even know what this thing is called." about the iMac. O_O *picks jaw off floor and tells self to be good, just be good*]

my name is Megz. and i am an addict. *sits back down*

thank you

LOVE *HUGS*MWAH*MWAH*MWAH*

It's Almost.......Palpable.

The excitement, that is. And, no, Michael Sheen...no one does say it better than you. (I almost expected you to go all Hannibal on us for a second there. ;) ) But anyhoo! That's old news! On with the new!!!

Breaking Dawn, pt.1. I am lucky enough to be getting to see this epic headboard-cracking, feathers-a-flying(and sticking), film with many a gorgeous female. A small group that is close to mah little ol' heart and, this time, for the first time ever (<~~~she said in her best movie preview voice over voice), a gianormous extended group of lovelies that I'll be meeting for the first time in person ::and due to some unfortunate circumstances >_> <_< >_> have not had the chance to really "meet" on The Twitter, either:: and now....well... now I can't be sure which one I'm more excited about. Seeing the new Twilight movie. Finally. With all the sexin' and the headboard breaking and the feathers in her hair. OR Seeing my bébes. Whom I get to see once a year if I'm lucky....And meeting all these amazing girls for the first time in person. Hmmmmmm.

Oh. Who the fuck do I think I'm kidding?!!! I am way more excited to see my girls. Like, I feel like I am going to jump right out of my skin(<~~~ disgusting ass picture, I know. I know because I imagined it. *shudders*) , I am so freaking excited. Don't get me wrong. There will not be a day that goes by while we are all together that we will not be going to a theater to watch that headboard-cracking-goodness #wantsinmymouthnow, but there isn't a day that doesn't go by throughout the year when I think to myself either A.) I miss them. Or B.) I wish we lived closer.
because....
well....
because....



Love *HUGS*SQUISHES*MWAH*MWAH*MWAH*
<3 <3 <3
PS I think anyone would agree that it is always incredibly hard if not downright impossible to be separated from ones wifey! And to take a persons cupcake away should be considered criminal. And long distance relationships with a girlfriend is always hard, right? And to separate a girl from her doll is just wrong, yes? And to take away a woman's super sexxxay sassy pants, well...shame on you. #justsayin' #thatisall

FMNSN

So, this morning I wanted to cry and cry and cry and cry... and for no other reason than I watched the sun come up. It wasn't romantic and it wasn't because I had a horribly bad dream that I woke up from and couldn't go back to sleep so that I got to see it. No...it was definitely not because I woke up. Unless you are thinking of the morning before.
Fuck...
Me...
I didn't sleep at all last night and I truly hate nights like that. And I should have known this one was coming, my sleeplessness has been building, but -FUCKME- it is so, well, tear worthy to lay down at night to go to sleep, never once even doze, and then see the sun coming thru the window. Next thing you know you give up all hope and look at the time and it's 7:57am.
I learned long ago, when I was in grade school, to never look at a clock once I've got into bed and am trying to sleep. If i did then I would just wind up watching the clock and it would take even longer to fall asleep and it's just that much more depressing to see exactly how über long it's taking your lame brain to get the memo and shut the fuck down already. *pulling hair*
Wish me luck for a better night and nights to come??? *gets down on knees to beg* Please, bbs?

*LOVE*HUGS*MWAH*MWAH*

A Work In Progress P.S.

I don't know if I've ever told you...well...Alright, so I have an extremely high pain threshold and damn good thing too, huh? BUT (and I the "everything happens for a reason/totally not superstitious" being that I am refuse to see this as any kind of a sign) since we first met, whenever I am nauseous and my mr. touches me I suddenly need to sprint for the nearest toilet/trashcan/bush/whatever is safest and least humiliating and I am sooooo not a vomiter AND whenever I am in pain and he touches me my pain levels ratchet up to the unbearable.
So! *rubs hands together* He forgets the whole "no touchie the Meggie while she be in pain" rule on Saturday while I'm getting my tattoos done. I don't ask for much. In fact I am a very undemanding person. And I don't have very many rules, beyond the very basic 10 commandment type, but seriously is it that hard? Ugh. Deanna started out by doing my back (ouch) and that one took an hour and a half, but it seemed like forever. While she was doing that one the kids and my mr. were gone getting something to eat - did I mention her tattoo parlor is in Little Italy? Yum. -, thank goodness for that. But they were back a little while after she started on my hip. Damn hip! Now, the mr. is curious to see how things are going, looking, progressing. I was totally fine with him coming over and talking to me, in fact, during the times my breath wasn't being stolen from my body by pain, I welcomed it. And as long as he wasn't looming over Deanna and bugging the shit outta her I don't care about that either. BUT THEN he started touching me! And asking me for kisses. Asking me to kiss him!? He's lucky I didn't reach over and rip off his "dangling participle" or his junk, if you will. I was in more than a little bit of pain and more than a little bit fucking frustrated with him.

And, sorry, it's just been awhile and there they were staring me in the face...I couldn't help myself!

"You taste...warm?" *shudders*wink*tackles*

End of rant. <3 you.

Love, Hugs, *MWAH*MWAH*

I Shall Call You, "Why Is There No Slide Show?"

Today: a photo extravaganza! I do not have a Hipstamatic problem. *nodding and mouthing "I am a Hipstamatic addict"* I just like to take pictures every once in awhile. *shaking head sorrowfully at the lie of that* It just so happens that my most photographed subject is Belly because it is most often we two. 

 This is a bronze statue outside the library. I think it's called The Storyteller.

 She did this pose all on her own. I swear it. Can you say, "Natural born Ham."?

Okay, so here we are at The Japanese Tea Garden in San Francisco. It is the oldest public japanese tea garden in San Francisco having been officially opened in 1894. Makoto Hagiwara designed most of the garden and was given the "job" of official caretaker of the garden, until WWII. Then essentially all of the Hagiwara family treasures were "liquidated" (how politically correct we are), but now the garden has been nearly restored to it's former glory. 

And now that you history lesson is over, onto my Hipstamatic seizure!!!

This is the front of the garden. The entrance. We were waiting for Mr. to get back from parking the car. 

 We've now moved the party inside. This garden is huge.

 You can clearly see the tea house here, plus there is a whole huge patio area.

 Hub's mom admiring one of the many little stone pagodas that she has yet to cross paths with on this fine afternoon spent in the Japanese Tea Garden.

 Bella loved these little bronze frogs. *Made* me take pictures of them. She almost fell into the water trying to get at them.

 This bridge is so steep that there are steps going up and down, and the steps are huge. Bella was pissssssed that she couldn't climb that bridge, but there was just no way. So we settled for watching the boys, eating candy (her), and taking pictures (me).

 Hunter looks amused, does he not? hehehe Hunter: "Yeah, Dad, that's hilarious. Could you let go of me now so I can show you what I was trying to show you in the first place? Thaaanks."

 Watch out! There are Hipsters about! *GASP*

 The hubs gets ahold of my phone and suddenly it's a picture of my ass, a picture of my ass, and, OH LOOK! a picture of my. ass! *rolling my eyes* Seriously? Didn't even have the curtesy to change the film or the lens. Geez!

 Ever classic picture of a picture, 'cept a little bit different. How do you think his picture came out, hm? Bella! Get your hands away from your nose!

 From one minute...

 to the next.

 Candid shots are always my favorite pictures. Posed pictures have their place, but candids....*sigh* can be remarkable.

 Look who's a freaking photo bomber!!! >_< *growlz* I swear he photo bombs one more picture...*grumbles something about punching and reproductive organs and some other unsavory things*

 Look who's my patient guy, being all good and not driving me crazy. Awwwwwww....

 Belly and the Hub's Aunt Jean:

 This here, this is a beautiful boy, but as beautiful as he is it has been nearly impossible to get a good picture of him for years now!

 There is a little tea shop in the garden. They, of course, serve a few different kinds of teas and also have cookies, cakes, and I *think* there may have even been some simple sushi there too. My brainz may be failing me there though. The women come over to your tables in their simple style kimono robes, it looks as if they are trying to keep it as traditional as possible.

 This panel here and the one below it actually form the ceiling of the pagoda arch above.

 Serious face:

 Happy face:

THE END!!!

LOVE, HUGS, *MWAH*MWAH*MWAH*