PonderEthereal

Gmail! Duh.

But having been a yahoo mail subscriber since before gmail was even thought of, I felt like I had little choice but to keep my yahoo mail account hanging around because it had years of archived email in it. When you’re fighting a custody battle where they deny things they emailed about only days before, email history is vital! :)

Then gmail went and made me fall in love with them all over again. They turned on the ability to get mail from other accounts via pop.

Yahoo has the ability to fetch your yahoo mail via pop - but you have to purchase their premium service to do it. Blah. So the work around?

1. Purchase their premium service.
2. Add your yahoo mail account to your gmail ‘check other email’ service (in Settings, Accounts).
3. Laugh maniacally in that voice you reserve for the times that you secretly mix your son’s…

Me: You don’t remember the Christian story of Easter from the Catholic School?
Ethan: No…
Me: Well, that’s probably a good thing. How bout them bears?
Him: (exasperated) Moooommeeeee… What’s the Christian story of Easter?
Me: Well.. Christians believe that a man named Jesus was crucified on the cross and after he died, he waited 3 days and then he was alive again.
Ethan: Oh yeah! I remember that story! They killed him by putting him on a cross and putting nails in his skin.
Me: Yup.
Him: And then he died and then the fairies came and woke him up!

So as it turns out, Jesus’ body was actually buried somewhere along with his wife and son. And so close to Easter, too. You know… the holiday where Christians celebrate that Jesus wasn’t actually dead and buried… but actually risen from the dead and ascended (body and all) to heaven? The up side is that because Easter never was a Christian holiday to begin with, we can now continue with the regularly scheduled reason for the season. Fucking like bunnies and celebrating fertility with lots of chocolate eggs.

I know there will be 1 million and two reasons that every Christian will have for why this evidence is a fraud or doesn’t count or nah nah nah nah boo boo. But those are the same people who have no explanation for dinosaur bones either because there isn’t a line in the creation story that goes “and on the 6th day, god…

My ‘g’ key wasn’t working on my keyboard. I figured that If I’m going to be writing about gods, having a ‘g’ key might be beneficial. At first I used a bookmark that had a g in it and I copied the g from the URL and pasted it where it needed to be. But since my ctrl keys weren’t working either, I couldnt use the keyboard shortcut for paste and I actually had to right click and paste. I finally gave up and begged for a keyboard from IT who gave me the key to the systems closet to get a new one. MUAHAHAHAHA. From inside that room, I could rule the WORLD. Or at least my company. At least until the system out-geeked me. Which wouldn’t be long.

Enough about my ‘g’ key. That’s the guaifenesin talking, really. No… what I really wanted to talk about wasn’t so…

I’ve rewritten the first sentence of this post 4 times now. I’ve pondered what to say for at least 24 hours. As I packed my bags to come home yesterday, I wondered how to sum it all up. And from the moment we held hands and ran laughing from the goodbyes and the hotel to the time we gave lingering hugs goodbye, the weekend continued to unfold in our memories into something much larger than I think any of us really knew we had experienced in the moment.

I went to Pantheacon last weekend with sexxyred1, Starchild and Blue. It’s a really big annual conference that has happened for 13 years in which thousands of Pagans of all different paths descend upon Doubletree hotel in San Jose, CA and spend days together learning, networking and worshiping together. At face value, that is exactly what it appears to be. Having experienced it,…

Here’s the step in my diet when I tell people to heighten accountability, responsibility and encouragement. I’m on a diet again. I need to lose weight somethin’ FIERCE.

Three weeks ago, I weighed 172 lbs. That is 22 lbs over the highest end of my recommended weight range and 32 lbs heavier than I am accustomed to being. It is also 4 pants sizes bigger than my favorite pants. And as I sucked my stomach in to squeeze into my Jeans Formerly Known as Baggy, I got really angry and ready to change.

I’ve dieted many times over the last 7 years with varying success. In the past two years, although I’ve learned a lot about nutrition, exercise and health, I have been less successful losing weight. Invariably, I have always gained it back. Sometimes, doubly. So it was time to cut the crap with myself.

• You cannot lose 30…

The illness rolled through me like a mac truck doing 120. One day it was there and I was completely incapacitated, two days later, it was gone without a trace. But being the glutton for punishment that I am, no sooner had my illness fled, I decided to inhale the dust of a conglomerate of herbs, several of which I’m sure I was allergic to - and then struggle to sleep whilst my upper respiratory system made enough phlegm to drown the aforementioned mac truck.

As a result, I took a Clariton D. An hour later, I took a valerian. 3 hours later after snoozing passing the fuck out, I was wide awake again, heart racing from the crack that is the decongestant. I must have drifted off because next thing I knew it was 6:15 and Ethan’s cold little cub paw was touching my hand.

*in a loud whisper so…

Here’s the sitch. You’re sick. So sick, you can barely move without feeling as if all of your appendages might give up and fall off. You crawl into bed only to be awakened an hour later by a 7 year old man-child who caught said illness from you and who is now miserable too. You both medicate and fall back asleep propped up on pillows so that the gunk drains down instead of up.

The next day, you both veg in the living room for 12 hours watching television whilst moving and speaking as little as possible. You both look like something the cats drug in. By 6 pm, you’ve watched enough PG movies to last a lifetime. And Kimpossible. So much so, that you’ve called this a ’sitch’.

It’s the end of the night and the man-child has a fever and no appetite. He lost two teeth today too…

It is tempting to turn it off during the first portion because it seems pointless and even a little annoying. It has a VERY good point though and it’s worth it to watch it all the way through to the end.

Life is this massive drama. There are all of these people all walking their own paths. This massive web of happenstance. These women in my life… they all have their own drama. They all came from somewhere and are going somewhere and have mixed their hands in my life and I think that it’s a wonder that I’ve wound up here despite them all. Not just women, mind you. But today, we did a lot of talking about women in my life. My mom, my sister, my step mom, psychohosebeast, Natalie, my friend’s mom, her sister. And all of these women.. they lived out their own lives and their own drama and somewhere from between them, out we come to land where we are now.

Their drama isn’t so much unlike my own. They all survived their own dramas and they all want what I ultimately want… happiness. And they…