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