Jail Break

Good news! I am getting out! Well for a few days anyway. Steve and I are headed to Brunswick later this week to check out two practices for sale there. I cannot tell you how excited I am about this prospect. Living near the beach... a total dream! Everybody cross your fingers that steve falls in love with one of them! After, we are headed with friends to Coco beach for the weekend! I need to get my pasty self into the sunshine asap!

We just got a call from our realtor Bruce who reported lots of activity on the condo front! No offers, but lots of interest is still a good thing.

Caught the in-laws holding hands in bed while watching tv... precious! But they also did their fair share of yelling accompanied by absolutely non-linear logic. Apparently Steve and I should get rid of his childhood bed in favor of 2 twins pushed together they currently have in a guest room. This launched a very big discussion which basically ended with plans to redo an entire side of the house. To keep the peace we held firm in our decision to keep steve's current and uncomfortable bed!

I have to say though, my MIL is currently my hero. Yesterday I hid in my closet for 10 minutes while Steve's mom attempted to kill the biggest wasps I have ever seen. They would not let me leave the bathroom! Steve informed me afterwards that they were in fact non-stinging mud-dobbers but I maintain that they looked very menacing.

Going to try to convince Steve to rearrange his bedroom. I'm almost positive he will say no, but I am still going to try!

Peace. Love. and Apple Rice Cakes.

I am famous!

Not! But I am in this video from Neocon this past month in Chicago. Note to self, find a mirror before going on camera. Oh well, it had been a long 3 days, and at least I didn't have mascara streaking down my face. Of course I would have had to at least attempted rocking some make up for that to happen. Nonetheless here is my five seconds of fame.

Watch the video

Peace. Love. and Air Conditioning.

I have an addiction.

I admit it. I am an addict. But I am so not ready to give it up. Have y'all discovered www.pinterest.com the most amazing website ever? If not check it out asap, but be prepared. It could become a marital problem. Just saying.

Was it always so hot in Georgia?

Graduation... everything I always dreamed it would be. Moving from a small town to a big city, getting a cute little house, making lots of friends. Oh wait, the exact opposite happened. We moved back in with Steve's parents in Haynesville. Where is that you ask? It is a non-existent town between Perry and Hawkinsville that consists of the R&K gas station. Fun stuff. It has been pretty comical so far. Steve's family is an acquired taste. They have a unique way of communicating which basically consists of yelling at or about something, mostly steve's brother Chris.

I have big plans for this month which consist of very intellectual pursuits including working on my tan, losing weight, eating healthy, and bleaching my teeth. I shared my plans for healthy eating with Steve's mom, and she vowed to help me. This plan started out with some seriously cheesy squash casserole, steak and potatoes for dinner, grits with queso for breakfast, and chicken salad on white bread for lunch. Im thinking, this part of my plan is not going so well.

I spent most of my first day here cleaning out and overtaking a guest bathroom. I was pretty pleased with the progress, but then looked around to notice that I packed absolutely nothing to cute up the place. I also discovered why steve had 1/8 the stuff I had when we were packing up the house. All his sentimental things are in his old room. After a mini panic attack, I decided if I have one room as my girly sanctuary, I could deal and promptly planned a trip to target. After that was settled I decided to try out my new bathtub. I turned it on then went to put some clothes in the wash. I got back, got undressed, opened the shower door to find a blood red bath. AHHH. Ok not blood just rust. That I can deal with. After take three on the bath thing, I finally got in the clear water to find it was a little cold. Adding more hot water....  seriously a bad idea. Oh well, surely one rusty bath won't kill me.

Tried to lay out only to find out that Georgia is freaking ridiculously hot. The concrete burned my feet. The chair burned my arms. And the pool was on its way to being warmer than my bath. Side note: Steve's dad is a do-it-yourself man. I have a feeling he goes by mostly a wing it and hope it works philosophy. So he has decided to make his pool salt water. Im no expert, but surely it takes more than just throwing in a couple bags of salt and hoping the algae will stop growing (which it hasn't btw). But maybe an super salty algae swim will counteract my luxurious rust bath or maybe I am getting all sorts of spa treatments at a hillbilly price?

Peace, Love, and Cheese Grits