Back where I come from

This weekend Clint and I journeyed to Bond's Crossing in Jackson, TN. I had not seen my grandmother and father in a while so we decided to make a weekend of it. Our weekend pretty much consisted of reading, eating Coe's home cooking, and working on my car. A few months ago I had a minor fender binder which resulted in a bent front fender. The only thing that really bothered me about this was my car door would not open all the way. The accident was my fault, so insurance would not pay for it. I won't re-live the accident, but let's just say I have now learned all the one way streets in Clarksville as a result. Anyway, my dad is a pro when it comes to fixing cars. It may take him a while to figure it out, but he gets it done. (He put a whole new transmission in my car once all by himself!) Clint got a lesson in Shop 101 when he helped my dad. We drove off in a good as new car that now has all doors operating normally! He saved us about $800 (that was the estimate anyway), thanks Dad!

While we were there, I showed Clint around the old home place. We drove to the farm that I grew up on. I feel very blessed to have lived in the house my great-grandparent's built. We also took my not so little anymore cousins to see the "Bee Movie." Gosh, they are really growing up! Always a good time in Jackson.

Annie (7) and Sarah (12-Holy Cow, she will be a teenager next year!)