If you follow us on Facebook then you know we have an event coming up. For those of you that don't let me tell you a little about it.

On Monday, July 3rd Tullahoma is hosting their annual fireworks celebration. We will have a booth set up and invite you to stop by between 3 PM and 7 PM and say hi and sign up for our email list (don't worry I don't send out more than 4 emails a month) and add your slip to the box. At 7 PM we will go live for the drawing. We are drawing for the handcrafted leather bottle holder pictured above. If you win and you don't happen to be present we will call or email you to set up a time for you to pick up your prize. We are getting excited and can't wait to see you there!

Today is Father’s Day and it still hits me hard. I lost my dad almost 2 years ago and the whole his death left is still just as big and painful now as the day he died. We lived 2200 miles apart most of my childhood but I was and always will be a Daddy’s girl. I moved to Tennessee after my mom died so I could be close to him and my boys could be near him. He was crazy, goofy and fun loving. We couldn’t go anywhere without him acting silly he loved getting a rise out of his friend Dave. We went on a ride on the motorcycles one time, when it started raining we pulled off at a McDonald’s to get lunch and put our rain suits on. Dave went straight to the bathrooms when we went in. Now Dave has a temper and Dad always loved to set it off so he told the girls at the counter that Dave had just been released from a mental hospital. He told them he was harmless unless he was stared at so when he came out of the bathrooms they were all staring at him. Well needless to say, his temper went off and we were rolling with laughter. I miss this craziness. I could write a book on all the crazy stuff my dad did and maybe someday I will. For now, I’ll stick to one story at a time.

My First Father-in-law

This is Dave Morton, he was my first father-in-law. He accepted me as a daughter from day one. He taught me a lot about patience and fixing things. He was a Jack of all trades, if it needed fixing he was your man. If he didn't know how to fix it he would learn. He was always a phone call away if I needed something. After I had my son I had only been home from the hospital for 2 days and had a panic moment thinking something was wrong with me (i had a C-section) from the surgery. Everyone else was at work I called him panicked and asked him to take me to the hospital. He lived between me and the hospital and traveled 30 mins to pick me up and then an hour and a half to the hospital. He never blinked an eye at it and the whole way there he eased my fear and anxiety. He truly was an amazing man and I miss him dearly.

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My Step Dad

This is Jerry Greene he is my step-dad. He was my go to father figure growing up. My father lived in Tennessee and we lived in Nevada so he couldn't be involved in my everyday life. Jerry stepped up to the plate of raising me. He helped me with my homework (when I actually put in an effort to do it), he took me to my first concert (all the way to Oakland California) and he taught me to drive (this was no easy task when it came to a stick shift). I'll never forget the time he was trying to correct my bad habit of riding the clutch when I made a turn. I was coming up on the road we lived on and he told me to downshift, let off the clutch and make the turn. I did this as I was turning off a paved road onto a gravel road. Needless to say, I started fishtailing and he said STOP so I hit the brakes. I spun around and ended up in the sagebrush in his brand new car. I just knew I was done driving. I backed it up and headed home like he told me to. As I pulled into the driveway he had me stop in front of the house instead of going to the garage. He opened the door to get out and told me to go drive around some more. I asked him if he was crazy because I had just taken his brand new Honda Civic off road. His response was "Hell no! That's why I'm getting out of the car."

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