tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231885692011-11-27T18:56:00.431-05:00Redefined, redesigned, reloaded, and re-aligned. An ongoing saga of one heathen's struggle with size.The Acid Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15801713192072641607noreply@blogger.comBlogger541100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23188569.post-37959994228258484302010-12-22T08:41:00.000-05:002010-12-22T08:41:35.465-05:00

This Yule has been a good one, so far. I am still employed. My weight is holding steady at around 385--which is a good thing, because it means I'm not gaining anything back. One of my co-workers has taken an interest in my heathenry--not a "ooh, I want to play!" interest. Just a "hey, that's cool" interest. Which is nice, because at least there is one co-worker of mine that I know won't hassle

The Acid Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15801713192072641607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23188569.post-14599713824752614902010-09-21T06:07:00.002-04:002010-09-21T06:10:06.139-04:00

Hail, day!Hail, sons of day!And night and her daughter now!Look on us herewith loving eyes,That waiting we victory win.-Hail to the gods!Ye goddesses, hail,And all the generous earth!Give to us wisdomand goodly speech,And healing hands, life-long. --Sigrdrifa's Prayer Much has happened since last I posted. A good deal. I fell off the fitness wagon--and it's my own fault, because I was

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Yeah, so last time I posted I talked about setting up a budget--and finding out that I go through a paycheck in like a day. That's no fun of course, so I've learned to pack my own lunch and try to stretch things out from paycheck to paycheck. Woo, go me. This half of the month is being devoted to menu planning to stretch out my dollars and make sure that I'm making stuff that is good for me (

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I've started using mint.com to draw up a personal budget--because as my friends can all tell you, I live on the internets. Uhh...damn. I had no idea just how much I was spending on what is really bullshit until I did that. $200 a month in the cafeteria at work?  What?  OH HELL NO, SON. Time to start taking my lunch to work and saving the cafeteria for once a week if that--and bringing my own

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I have a bunch of thoughts swirling around in my head, trying to coalesce into something resembling a blog post. So if this sounds a little disjointed, I apologize in advance. First things first: I'm holding steady at 410, which is good. Not great, but it means that I haven't gained back everything that I've lost since January. I finally have a scale, which is good because it means that I can

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Today I decided that if I couldn't go out and walk (because of a lovely air quality warning), I'd stay in and see what constructive things I could do. I've cleaned the kitchen and picked up the trash that Genghis likes to dump in the corner by my disco throne--no, he can't be arsed to walk an extra two feet and put it in the trashbin. He just dumps it on the floor in the corner unless I yell at

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...because I'm bound and determined to not be mopey. So. I haven't been to the gym in 2 weeks--not since we turned in the rental car that we had while Genghis' car was in the shop. I asked Genghis once if he would take me to the gym, and the reaction was about what I expected: a no. Because, of course, he only has so much time off from work and he has things he wants to do and he doesn't want to

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So the last week has been unique. Last Thursday I went in for my Lap-band consult. The surgeon tried to coax me into opting for a sleeve gastrectomy after I flatly rejected the gastric bypass, and I had a decision to make--lie and say I would think about it, or stand my ground and voice my personal objections? I, being Italian (and therefore stubborn and mouthy), decided to dig in my heels. I

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Friend of mine dropped off a couple 8-pound weights for me at work the other day. I was so happy, I spent all day messing with them between calls--which prompted my co-workers to comment that they think I'm crazy. Perhaps I am. Things have been a little eh for me lately otherwise. I've been feeling really tired and run-down, which tells me that my nutrition is jacked. Either that or I'm not

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So the issue with the car is the fuel pump. $480 right there. Combine that with $685 that we had to pay toward something else, and we were in the hurt locker. Are in the hurt locker. Something like that. Anyway. Labs came back from the endo--everything is good there. Hail Eir. On the gym front...eh. Yesterday was a failday for me. I was shooting for 30 minutes on the treadmill at a brisk

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So today was trying. I joined the Planet Fitness near my apartment on Sunday--what the heck, right?  I've been going daily, either before or after work, and hitting the treadmill there. It's easier than walking outside, for some reason. Probably because indoors I don't have to worry about getting pasted by a car. Anyway. This morning, I decided to hit one of the bikes instead of doing the

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It's a funny thing about life--it loves to throw you a curveball just to see if you'll take a swing. Thursday I was on the way for my lap-band consult when my husband's car died. Ugh. So it's in the shop until at least Tuesday, and we have a rental.  The downside is that the cost of the rental combined with an outstanding bill that needs to be paid ASAP has pretty much killed the grocery budget-

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So yesterday morning I went to see my endo at Duke. Let me tell you kids.... The walk from the apartment to the bus stop 1/3 mile away was the easy part. The bus gets held up in downtown Cary by The Carolinian (for those outside NC: it's a train), which took forever to disgorge and pick up its passengers at the station and was blocking the bus' access to the rest of its route. Then I get to the

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The week has been kind to me so far. Walking has begun again, with no palpitations. This is a relief to me, because I missed my walkies. My taxes are going to be filed soon--I'm looking at getting about a grand or so, which I am seriously considering investing in either a stationary bike OR in a down-payment on a used car (so I can go to the Planet Fitness a few miles down the road). Thoughts? 

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So day before yesterday when I went for my walk around the call center, I started getting heart palpitations. I forged on through, figuring it would pass. I tried again at lunch, same thing. Second break, I stopped halfway because it started to scare me. So now I'm being very careful and trying to do stuff other than walking, because honestly?  I don't feel like keeling over--mostly because I

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Sometimes I wonder why I'm doing this, really. Pain has been a constant companion lately--which some would say is weakness leaving the body, but to me it's just something that I want to be quit of, something to fight through...even though it would be easier to just give up. But I took the easy route before, and all it brought me was pain. I don't know that I'm ready to give up--I don't know that

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My back is KILLING me today. KILLING. ME. This made walking difficult. I couldn't go to the 'mill like I planned last night, which pissed me off--so I busied myself cleaning house and taking out trash instead. Blood sugar spiked at 159 at 10PM, which freaked me out. Made myself a turkey sandwich, and about an hour and a half later blood sugar was down to 107. This morning when I woke up, it was

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The equinoxes proceed according to precedent, and so I wish a happy Eostre to you all. May the arrival of spring bring you luck. Breakfast this morning was 2 cups grapes, half a bagel with 1 oz cream cheese, and a couple swigs of 2% milk. I've been snacking it all day with unsalted trailmix (almonds, peanuts, sunflower kernels, raisins) from the vending machine downstairs, and meandering briskly

The Acid Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15801713192072641607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23188569.post-27419833598432371932010-03-19T16:44:00.001-04:002010-03-19T16:45:40.813-04:00

Breakfast: 1 bowl Fiber One w/oatmeal raisin clusters, 8oz 2% milk Lunch: 1 piece fried flounder Snack: Bagel w/2oz strawberry cream cheese, 1 pkg Karr's trail mix (peanuts, sunflower kernels, almonds, raisins Dinner: TBD Did two circuits of the 2nd floor on break, did the same outside over lunch and I'm planning to do three on second break. It's kind of a pain in the ass sometimes, because I

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I recently started on an heroic quest to lose all of the weight I gained over the last 17 years of marriage...and then some. Hi, I'm AQ and I'm trying to get right with myself. Here is my most recent photograph (from 2006, after my beloved Hurricanes won the Cup): My goal is to get down to 190--from there, everything else is gravy. The hard part was starting. I've already started modifying

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A happy Yule to all who read this. May your ancestors watch over and guide you during the coming year, and may you receive blessings of health and prosperity.Hail!

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http://www.cnn.com/2007/WORLD/asiapcf/12/17/giant.rat.ap/index.html The Giant Rat of Sumatra, it has been found. I cannot be the only one who was wickedly amused by this.

The Acid Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15801713192072641607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23188569.post-22738861451786527512007-12-14T14:11:00.001-05:002007-12-14T14:54:53.385-05:00

This came to me via a friend of mine who found it on GovTrack:http://www.govtrack.us/congress/bill.xpd?bill=hr110-847 H. Res. 847: Recognizing the importance of Christmas and the Christian faith Full text of the bill is here.How is this not a violation of the Establishment Clause? How is this not a slap in the face to every non-Christian living in this country—which was founded on religious

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There are times when you don't know what to say or feel.This is one of those times.A friend of mine passed along to me that her sister died this morning after putting up a hell of a fight with cervical cancer. We all knew the end was coming, but still: what do you say at a time like this? "I'm sorry for your loss" doesn't cut it, it really doesn't.I feel numb right now. Sad for my friend, but

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Background: Husband is Mormon, his fellow congregants know I'm pagan--or at least some of them do. We have been receiving assistance from them the last month and a half since I had lost my job (and was on the hunt for another one).Now that that is out of the way: Yesterday the president of the Elder's Quorum showed up at our door with a metric assload of food--I am not kidding. Cereal, canned

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OK, so Yule isn't for another two weeks-ish. Deal.Anyway: I no longer work at the Stop-n-Rob, for reasons that I will not go into in this public forum. I now have my weekends and evenings back, so I can once again have a life.What this means is that I'm actively getting ready for Yule this year and planning to spend time with my fellow heathens, rather than spending time in a convenience store in

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Update: I no longer work at the Stop-n-Rob. Of course, I'm still effectively "cut off" from the local heathen community thanks to my having been gone so long. I'll attempt to make it to the local hof's monthly blot tomorrow, though--we'll see how that goes.My "art project" has progressed to the "oh crap, how does somebody with no drawing skills whatsoever draw a design?" stage. I see the design

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I've been woefully neglectful of this blog--must attempt to rectify that.Recently, I came to the decision that I wanted to make something. This amuses my family greatly, because (to be quite honest) I am woefully incompetent when it comes to artsy-craftsy stuff.But do I let it stop me? Of course not. Like any good heathen would, I decided to make a valiant attempt to craft something. For

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An argument is breaking out on a mailing list I read. One member who has "convict" in his screen name posted, asking about blots and other events in his part of the Southeast and saying "I have been away from my people for too long". The response was light, and I didn't bother responding to him at all because it was pretty clear to me that he was more than likely in the joint.Day before yesterday

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I was chatting with a friend about the aforementioned video--which led to a conversation about faith and religiosity and what makes a "real" believer.I made the point that a lot of Christians do speak out against charlatans like Benny Hinn, but nobody listens to them because it's apparently easier to laugh at the silly Christians as a whole than to say "not everyone is that way".That should sound

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Before I post this:Regardless of what one thinks of Christianity (or how broadly one wishes to paint her tarbrush over those who claim that belief system), this video is quite funny. Charlatans like Benny Hinn have been exposed repeatedly by other Christians who don't care for hucksterism and fakery by those who choose to abuse their faith to make a buck or advance a particular agenda.Gee, guess

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In the last few weeks, I've been pondering Forseti--or, if you're Frisian, Fosite.Forseti, so the Eddas tell us, was the arbiter of the Gods. The other Gods could go before Him with their disputes, and he heard both sides and reached a decision that all sides agreed was fair. The Great Mediator, Stiller of Strife. He was the wisest and most eloquent of the Gods, and it's said by some that he was

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Bernulf, good to see you back--believe me, I understand what you're dealing with.In other news:Hrafnkell makes a most excellent post in his blog about the need for we heathens to defend ourselves from attack by the Christian Right--who, in case you haven't noticed, have been engaged in a Jihad against the Establishment Clause of the First Amendment for the last few dozen years. You know the one:

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A friend of mine asked me once if I was secure in my faith. I replied with "yes, I believe I am" (the first time I've ever been able to say that, by the way).So then she asked me "Then why are you so antagonistic towards Christians?"And the more I thought about it, the more I understood her point; why go out of my way to antagonize those whose faith is so antipathetic to my own, if I'm secure in

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As I've mentioned before, I'm married to a non-heathen. This is not fun when that non-heathen is somebody who can't seem to wrap his brain around the idea of respect.I still haven't set up my harrow, because I am not willing to find it suddenly cleared off one day (with the cup and bowl sitting in the sink with bacon grease and whatever else dumped all over them from other dirty dishes) because

The Acid Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15801713192072641607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23188569.post-89432814926512931992007-02-25T05:30:00.000-05:002007-02-25T07:55:08.291-05:00

In a comment on my last post, I snarkily made mention that I don't use my real name in bloglife because I don't want it to negatively impact my yob. This is true. I don't own a hammer, but if I did I would have to either leave it at home or keep it inside my shirt where nobody can see it.Why?Because my place of work is owned by people who are pretty strongly Christian, and though they don't seem

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Those who know me know that my husband is not heathen (and that he's a little clueless, to boot). We've gone around and around about my being heathen, and he's driven me up the wall at times with his cluelessness.But he's getting better....not by much, but he's getting better.I'm sitting in the computer room, listening to "Odin Lives", and Mike walks into the room."What are you listening to?""

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Convicted murder suddenly decides he's Tru, files suit asking for Llewellynized "ritual implements".I personally don't know what's more sad: the lawsuit, the bulk of the items being asked for in the lawsuit, Asatru "prison outreach" to begin with, or the steady stream of effluvium issuing forth from the keyboards of the Christianists and other assorted ignorami in their haste to bash us.It's hard

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I originally posted this to my hockey blog a couple days ago--since not many people here read there and vice versa, I'm crossposting it here (with some additional thoughts afterward):A couple friends of mine asked why I went up on the mountaintop a while back, why I left when all kinds of juicy stuff started coming down the pike and people were surely hanging on my every word about such things as

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(This post was originally made to my personal livejournal back in November 2006)I just....I am so irritated right now.Actually, that's not the right word. Discomfited would probably be better.There's a mailing list thread going on right now about Loki--the conversation turned, briefly, to whether or not he should actually be worshipped....and it made me wicked uncomfortable.In a nutshell (for

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Forgive the rambly nature of this post, friends--it's 4:30 AM and I had to get this off my chest.I'm sure some of you have found your way here from one of the hockey blogs I post/comment to: HLOG and Sweet Tea, Barbecue, and Bodychecks. Welcome to those folks.For those who have found their way here from other locales (and who haven't noticed yet), I am indeed a hockey fan. For some reason, I

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I decided to take the plunge and set up a harrow--I got the idea when I was at Sur La Table with my sister the day before I came back from my vacation trip to see her and her family out in Denver. I saw this red bowl (the small one, not the great big one in the picture--and they were being sold individually) and thought "This would make a good blessing-bowl". A personal-sized one, but a

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As a Forsetian, I try to be even-handed when looking at things--WWFD, and all that.But sometimes, it's really hard to do that when I get confronted with the...er....we'll call them intemperate (not that I'm blameless on this matter, as those who read my hockey blog well know).I refer the reader to this post on another blog (and not a bad blog, either). The second-to-last comment made me beat my

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A goodly chunk of this was posted in my personal livejournal. I am reposting it (along with some of my other heathen-related posts) here.My mother never raised me or my sister to follow any particular religion. She always told missionaries or other evangelistic types that "we have our own beliefs"--sometimes rudely, sometimes politely. I was never told what church to go to, and my own family

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So I decided to take a break from the hockey blog, and focus more on this spot.I had left this blog lie fallow during the playoffs, because I'd been getting spammed with garbage comments from a Buffalo fan that apparently felt that his Desert God was calling him to be as assy as possible toward the dirty heathen Caniac.*sigh* Shame on me for running and hiding rather than standing up to that

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There are times when I feel greatly humbled by the positive change that's occurred in my life since I finally answered the call that the Gods have been making to me since my childhood. This is one of those times.I attend monthly blots here in Raleigh--mostly because they're the only things I can really get to because of my work schedule--and I've gotten to know quite a few of the local heathens.

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I AM:A worshipper of the gods of my paternal ancestors, the Aesir and the Vanir.I AM NOT:A racist.I DO:Make offerings to my deities, seek their aid and guidance, and do my best to honor my ancestors and my descendants by doing good things in this life.I DO NOT:Perform a "Black Mass", sacrifice animals, give a stiff-arm salute, or dress up like somebody out of Lord Of The Rings.I AM:Respectful of

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So the following was posted on a list that I lurk on:My name is [REDACTED] aka Corax Dreamwalker. I'm fairly familiar with runes and rune magick, always eager to learn more. Over the years I've come up with some interesting, useful rune scripts. Some of which maybe I can share here as I get better acquainted with the group. I'm sure there's much to learn here. Thanks for letting me join. One of

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Forseti teaches us that there are times when we need to step back and look at both sides of a matter in order to arrive at the truth. I've spent much time in thought, prayer, and meditation since first feeling the gentle tug toward the path of a gythja.I think I'm ready to answer that call.

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Coming from a missionary faith such as Christianity to Asatru is quite the switch, even though I passed through a strange shamanic/paganistic hodgepodge belief system of my own devising on the way--especially when a friend comes to you who is troubled, and you think "Man, this dude really needs Odin (or Thor, or Tyr, or some other god/goddess) working in his life."It's very hard for me to have to

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I've been giving more thought to "The Folkish Thing", especially after listening to a talk by Steve McNallen of the AFA on the "Odin Lives" radio show. A lot of what Steve said made my heart glad--his vision of reintroducing the Gods to the folk and making Asatru a stronger alternative to mainstream religion, the idea of reintroducing to humanity that which has been lost to the followers of the

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Earlier this week, I went to lunch with a fellow heathen. One of the things we discussed was the term "folkish". I told her about when I was denied membership on a "folkish" message board, because under "ethnicity" I had "French/Italian/American Indian" listed along with "Swedish"--and that when I asked (out of curiosity) why I wasn't allowed to join the board, I was pretty flatly told that

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You can always tell a "wiccatru" poster on an asatru mailing list or discussion group, because that person is always the one who just doesn't seem to totally grasp the concept.You don't have to form a kindred in order to be Asatru. You don't even have to be in a kindred, if there isn't one near you. The Gods don't care if you're in a group or by yourself, they'll listen to you all the same. But

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This blog is a place for me to record my thoughts about my faith and topics pertaining thereunto. All are welcome to comment and discuss, but racists will find themselves in a heap of trouble if they attempt to spray their venom here.Hail the Gods!

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