3 litres of water

I have about eight half-finished posts in my drafts folder but none of them are coming together particularly well so I am doing what all great writers do, and posting a rambling stream-of-consciousness mess on my Internet Blog. You’re welcome.

First of all, I have started drinking 3 litres of water a day. Why? THIS is why. This lovely British woman drank three litres of water a day for a month and transformed herself from a haggard zombie into a dewy youth-goddess. Yes please! I mean look at that woman! You cant argue with science, and since I believe everything I read on the internet I’d be positively crazy not to try it.

So this is me with my haggard “before” face (which I will be no doubt looking at with abject pity a month from now) and my gigantic jug of water I drink every day. It’s day three and so far I haven’t noticed any changes except Adam seems to be rolling his eyes more? And I had to make juice in the blender when my dad and sister were here over the weekend because I am using the only pitcher in the house for this insanity experiment.

Exciting things are happening on the book front, exciting, exciting, terrifying things! I am almost 100% confirmed to be doing a reading/Q&A/signing at a bookstore here in Edmonton, and I have an interview at the end of the month with a radio station in Wisconsin (do you think they send complimentary cheese baskets to their guests? They must, right?) Furthermore, I may have an article appearing in a magazine, a real live magazine! Each of these things is still in progress and it feels like jinxing it to say anything but hey! Why not. It’s terribly cool and honestly something that before this point I would only have thought I’d be doing in my daydreams, so I’m trying to focus on that livin’-the-dream factor, instead of how much I feel like puking when I think about appearing and speaking in front of large groups of people.

(P.S. Can I heckle you again to leave an honest review on Amazon.com or Amazon.ca if you’ve read All You Need Is Less? Not only does it help to bring more people into the hippie fold, but I truly love reading your thoughts. Thank you!)

I also realized the other day that I never updated you guys about our car. THE PLASTIC IS OFF! I know. Adam is really loosening the reins, and I think he’s already regretting it because when we first got the car in addition to keeping the plastic on, he also insisted that we never EVER eat within its sacred innards. And then the other day he reached down to get a receipt from the driver’s side door pocket, and may have found it covered in melted chocolate from someone who may have stashed a bar of dark chocolate there for …reasons.

Reasons that mainly have to do with stress-eating. Happy Father’s Day, you wacko!

Thirdly (fourthly?), and undeterred by my rampaging case of writer’s block, I am upping the ante on posts over at the book blog. Oh yes, deadly fish-killing microbeads were just the beginning! Upcoming posts include the anatomy of a clothesline, a peek inside a hippie’s bathroom cabinet, and a post where I ask you some questions because the most important part of this whole thing is that I am not an expert, and there are still some things about this eco-friendly deal that I’m trying to figure out too.

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Adam has always vowed (threatened?) to make home movies. So far this has consisted of taking jittery Blair-Witch-Project-style snippets at Christmas and birthdays, but lately he has started using his iPhone to make movie trailers. Olive is obsessed with them and although I mocked him mightily when he started (I’m horrible), I love the results. They are ridiculous – the footage, the captions, the music, everything. All of our home movies will be preserved in iMovie action trailers, apparently.

Seems about right.

I present to you without further ado his second feature trailer: The Park (featuring Adam’s twin sister). (His first effort, The Bus, was even better, but it has nudity so it is banned from The Internets.)  (Olive. Not me.)

 

Happy Sunday! We are going to look at three houses today, please cross your fingers and send out whatever magic you have at your disposal to the Gods and Goddesses of Real Estate – they have proven themselves to be  a fickle and tempestuous bunch and we need all the help we can get.