It's Christa-cular!

but there were clouds in the way.

And I'm there, looking up at the sky

And I'm scared, thinkin' 'bout the way that I

Don't understand anything at all...

And how it overtakes me... and I am just so small...

Do I stand a chance?

When I was invited to start a Vox account a few weeks ago I accepted mainly because I wanted to make sure that if it proved to be awesome and hard to join later down the line I would already be "in".  I have been fairly committed (understatement) to LiveJournal for the last four years and have checked out a lot of other online journal and blogging options in the past, never too impressed with them.  The main things I love about LJ are here, plus more:  the ability to post audio, video (though I do not yet have a video camera), and easily link up photos from my Flickr account.  I guess the only downside right now is that there aren't a lot of folks here yet, and eventually I'd like to see many of the "friends" I had on LJ join me here so we can stay in touch.

I have also been doing a lot of re-evaluation when it comes to my online presence lately.  For a long time I was pretty secretive about my "real" identity and have used several different online monikkers for both myself and my family.  My reasons for feeling that way fell by the wayside a couple of years ago and I'm ready to let them go now.  So if you are a longtime reader from elsewhere, bear in mind that I have been using my husband's and kids' middle names all along and now I'm not going to anymore.

To recap:

I am a mom and wife.
I have two beautiful children, one of whom we have homeschooled/unschooled for two years, and another who is chomping at the bit to go to "real" kindergarten this September.
I have followed a vegan-schmegan "life path" since 1998.
I am currently selling vegan goodies via Farmers Markets around Vancouver and the surrounding Lower Mainland, and enjoying it. 
Up until this year I was mostly a stay-at-home Mom over the past decade, occassionally making a foray into the world of minimum-wage servitude in various crappy forms.
I am identify as fat and fat-positive (ie. I vehemently oppose our diet culture and fatphobia).
I like sex, vodka, the Muppets, and cooking.
I love music like whoa, and you can't shittalk The Flaming Lips around me without recieving an ass-whooping in response.
My husband is a burnt-out city bus driver who is also an excellent father.
I love love.
I write poetry and would like to post an audio file of me reading one of my favourites, for your listening pleasure.  i actually won a prize for this one.

Now, I've been messing around on here all morning, kind of distractedly, because I was also trying to help Misha and the kids get ready for their camping trip.  Yes, they've left me alone here for three days and two nights.  I would have like to have joined them but I have a market day on the weekend, at one of the busier ones around town, and need the time to prepare.

So, what am I doing instead?  Lazing around in a fancy dress and barefeet, drinking iced coffees, having a long leisurely shower, masturbating, and then going out to a matinee movie, plus dinner and drinks tonight.   I have a solid work ethic.