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Home Town Visit

This weekend, we went back to Manning for a little family visit. We really enjoyed it and were able to have a great visit. My dog in Manning, Herschel, hated Scout and would not have any thing to do with him. I think he was jealous that I brought another dog around. By the second day, he nipped Scout in the nose and Scout figured out that he better not mess with Herschel.



We went out to my granddaddy's pond at the farm, which is where Ryan and I got engaged. It is beautiful out there. Here are some pics of the scenery:




Peach trees at the farm...

Daddy Scott decided he was going to build a pond house. They started the framing on Saturday and we went to check it out. They are all hoping that this will be the Jackson family hang out for get togethers/holidays. The beginning work looked great, but Daddy Scott was getting grief from Mama Scott and Rosy who thought the house needed 3 bedrooms, 2 baths and a washer and dryer.


Also at the farm, Daddy Scott had his barn rebuilt and got a new Tennessee Walker, Hank. The other horse they have is a quarter horse named Sugar. We visited with the horses....they were beautiful and sweet enough to let us pet them.



Ryan and Hank became instant friends...
My parents are going to be opening a new urgent care practice in Manning in May 2010. They took us by to see the new office. We are praying all the details come together for them to open smoothly in May and to really meet a need in Manning.


Sunday, we went to church and Shoneys for the b-fast buffet (not too many options in the big city). Here is a pic of mom and I and the Reese family before we went to go back home...



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  1. HollyMarch 1, 2010 at 8:32 AM

    You won't be able to hold Scout like that for much longer! Samson and I loved hanging out with him last night. :)

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