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Founders’ Favorites – Aug Sept 2011

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Notes from the Founders – Sept Oct 2011

It’s almost here. Our favorite time of year – fall! Soon the leaves will be changing and we can sit outside for more than five minutesWLM - Angel & Becky without worrying about heat stroke. The only thing more inviting than cooler temps, is all the events going on in Wilson County during September and October.

By now, you have all heard about Sherry’s Run. While you may be aware of the race and ‘Painting the Town Green’, you might not know the entire story behind the culmination of this fantastic event. You can read all about it on page 52. The run is named for Sharon “Sherry” Patterson Whitaker. Whitaker was diagnosed with and lost her battle with colon cancer in 2004. A few of her friends and family members wanted everyone else to know the person they loved and wanted to bring awareness to this deadly disease. While Sherry lost her battle with cancer, her spirit lives on today with this run. If you haven’t already registered, better hurry! You won’t want to miss it.

Construction on the new Lebanon High School is well underway. If that has any of you LHS graduates feeling a little melancholy, there’s something you can do that might make you feel better. The Lebanon High School Alumni Association is selling individual
bricks. A personalized brick inscribed with your name or that of a relative or friend who graduated from Lebanon High School will become a permanent fixture in the rotunda walls of the new school building. Money from this project will also help establish a Lebanon High School Endowment Scholarship fund for future LHS graduates each school year. For more information on how to get your brick, read the story on page 26.

And now is the time to mark your calendars for the 3rd Annual Wilson Living Holiday Expo on November 18th and 19th at The Mill at Lebanon. Just like in years past, this year’s expo promises Santa, Shopping and of course, plenty of Swag. If you are interested in reserving a booth, we are nearly out of room so you better hurry. Call 615-969-6751 to reserve your space. We have some big surprises this year including a special breakfast with Santa, a celebrity guest and plenty of giveaways.

Until next time, keep reading!!

Angel Kane
Becky Andrews

Email Angel at angel@wilsonlivingmagazine.com or Becky at becky@wilsonlivingmagazine.com

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Table Of Contents – Sept Oct 2011

WLM - Contents Sept Oct


Sept / Oct 2011 Features
 

6      Notes From the Founders

7      Telling Tales

8      Calendar of Events
    
        Meet Your Neighbor
10   
 Teenage Cowboy Chases Rodeo Dream  
      
        Arts & Culture    
18    Chainsaw Belle Falls for Wood Carving

        Travel & Adventure 
22    Flying High with Tomi Wiley

        Education
26   
Laying a strong foundation for the next Generation of Blue Devils
 
        Sports & Fitness
28   
A Change of Pace
      
30    Home & Garden
 
     Girls Night In with Chef Melissa Shoaf                      


        

Sept / Oct 2011 Features

        Styles & Trends
41
    Closet Cleanse /  Upcoming events
42    Back to Basics / Fall Wardrobe Essentials
43    Fall Fashion
    
        Tennessee Backroads
46    Experience the Art of Middle Tennessee

        Food & Dining
50
    Dining with Doc     

        All About Town
52
    Sherry's Run – Giving Hope When People Need it Most

        What's your Business?
54
    Aqua Bella – Day Spa & Salon
56    Pryor Family Dentistry & Associates       

        Reflections
58
    Kindergarten Forgiveness

        Finding Your Piece Of The Good Life
60    Roots & Relationships Reap Rewards for Local Businesswoman

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When Forrest and Melissa Shoaf decided to create a dream house they didn’t exactly start from scratch. Instead they found a Tudor/French eclectic home that had just the style of architecture they were looking for.

 

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Telling Tales – Recipe for a stress free life

By BECKY ANDREWS, Wilson Living Magazine
With all that everyone is trying to accomplish in 24 hours, it’s clear that no one is planning on slowing down. So to that effect, I think there is a need to create some sort of reference formula to keep you from losing it while trying to do too much.

Here it goes…

Ingedients:
1-2 overworked, underappreciated adults
1-3 over stimulated, over indulged children who can’t hear you ask them if they have homework on the ride home from school but, can hear their cell phone vibrate (in their bedroom) before walking in the front door.
1-4 over fed, dirty, accident prone animals that have the nerve to look right at you while relieving themselves on the living room rug.

Directions
Take adults (1-2). For female, have coffee ready and waiting. Make sure her favorite mug wasn’t used as the paintbrush cleaner for a watercolor painting the youngest created last night. If it was, wash it quickly. Warning: DO NOT ask where your keys, wallet or socks are located before that first mug has been sufficiently digested. This is not the time to talk about anything likely to cause stress, i.e. – a leaking roof, clogged toilet or what appears to be water damage on the floors upstairs. In fact, before this first cup, talking should be kept at a minimum and for God’s sake, don’t ask for a kiss! The early morning adult female is like a soufflé, one false move and it’s ruined.

For male, give him a few uninterrupted minutes of SportCenter before complaining about dishes in the sink or mud he tracked into the house yesterday. This is also not the time to bring up the unfinished landscaping, new paint colors for the house or anything about HIS mother.

Special Note: Do yourself a favor and don’t use this quiet time to ask him if you look fat. Give the man a few minutes to recharge so he can look serious when he says, “You look so skinny!”

For children, don’t ask 20 questions before they get out of bed. Let them take a shower first. Also, let them pick out their own clothes. Who cares if their ensemble doesn’t match? It’s amazing what this little bit of responsibility can do for them. Who knows, one day they may start loading the dishwasher or mow the yard without you asking them.  (Depending on how many children you have, if they like the same style shirt or pants or skirt, buy them all for each member. This will help you avoid screaming matches followed by hair pulling over who gets to wear the plaid skirt-I grew up one of four girls so I speak from experience.)

For the pets… HIRE A TRAINER… or you can just decide that this little four legged creature is an irreplaceable member of your family and who cares about the rugs anyway.

Mix the above ingredients well. This will get your day started relatively stress free. Now the rest of the day is up to you.

becky@wilsonlivingmagazine.com

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Telling Tales – The Family Vacation

By BECKY ANDREWS, Wilson Living Magazine
I’d like to meet the person who coined the term, ‘family vacation’ just once.  First, I’d ask, “Have you ever taken a vacation with your family? How old were the children that went on this trip? Were they potty trained? Were they teenagers? Could they talk?” And before that person could answer any of those questions, I’d go for the jugular, “Did you take your mother-in-law?  I didn’t think so.”

Besides Spanx and the Wonderbra, there are few things more overrated than the family vacation. When did it become a good idea to leave the space and comfort of our home, go to a strange city with higher crime rates and pay $300 a night to stay in a space smaller than your bedroom with your entire family? I’ll tell you when.

When we all started working more, eating-in less and signing up our children for everything from basketball camp to chess lessons.  Since we can’t seem to unwind in our homes, we take a ‘vacation’ (insert sarcasm).

I try every year to plan the perfect trip. I envy those families who talk about how their vacations were everything they dreamed of and more. And when I get the Christmas card that features their whole family wearing mouse ears, grinning from ear to ear, it gives me one more reason to believe that Walt Disney created a ridiculous little rodent mascot to mock me. It makes me hate the happiest place on earth.

 

But I had it all figured out this year. We were going to take a family trip and have fun, even if it killed me. The agenda included baseball games, museums, an amusement park, and lots of eating and for me, shopping at a few local thrift shops. We even shelled out a little extra for a suite that turned out to be a standard room with a mini fridge.

The flight over was packed so my husband and the oldest had to sit alone, while me and the youngest sat together. I honestly felt bad for the guy sitting next to us. I could tell he was nervous and it didn’t help that my child kept asking, “If we crash, whose fault is it? If we explode, what good are those oxygen masks? Did the pilot look old to you? I hope he can see.” That must have been the reason he ordered a double whiskey neat from the drink cart … at 7am.

After 4 nights and way too much money spent, it was time to come home. The kids had a ball. They were on the jumbo tron at the baseball game, ate so much Garrett’s popcorn that I’m sure their stock went up while we were there, and rode the hotel elevator until they felt sick.
I ignored the, ‘I told you so’ look my husband was giving me on the flight home. It made me think that the person who coined the term, ‘family vacation’ probably meant YOU taking a vacation with someone else’s family.  

But then we got back home. Our kids couldn’t wait to tell everyone about the trip. It was really cute. Maybe it was worth the stress, money and indigestion. A family vacation is a test.  If you can make it through without leaving someone behind, you pass.
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By big fat wedding

By ANGEL KANE
Wilson Living Magazine
This past week, my husband attended a meeting in Memphis and, while there, was completely overjoyed to pop in for a visit with my family. On his way back to town, he called me, “Tell the kids to wait up because I’m bringing home a surprise.”

When I got off the phone, I informed all of them of the possibility of huge surprise and each starting playing the guessing game.

“I bet he’s bringing home Granny’s dog, she hates that dog!”

“No, I bet he is just bringing home dinner,” noted my grumpy teenager. (Because dinner at our house…would be a pleasant surprise!)

“Maybe he bought me some jewelry, and just wants you all to stay up to see it.” I chimed into the game.

To which I received a trio of rolled eyes and a resounding “no, that’s not it!”

The guessing continued to the point that the children were in a frenzy, and raced to door as their father walked in expecting a dog, jewels or at the very least, some Taco Bell.  

And much to the chagrin of all three, they were not too happy when he informed them, “Granny found our wedding video, who wants to watch it?”

Not quite the surprise they were looking for and no longer interested in playing the game, they politely refused. But after some poking, prodding and forcibly restraint, all three took their places on the sofa to watch our much talked about wedding of 1994.

“You guys are going to love this. It was the best wedding of the year. And I had the most beautiful dress with 8 bridesmaids in tulle and taffeta – it was sooo gorgeous – wait until you see it. ” I gushed.

Little did I know that in the time it took to hit play, I would wipe away 16 years of  beloved memories.

“What is up with your hair?” was the first shout out from the audience, as I appeared on the screen wrapped in organza from head to toe.  

“Oh my God, look at everybody’s hair – the hair back then was enormous!!  Why are your bangs curled under like that? Did you mean to do that? Look, look, there is Uncle Gerry, does he have highlights in his hair? 
 
And in complete unison, all three proceeded to roll over in hysterical laughter.

And mind you …they were not laughing with us (because we were not laughing) …but were laughing at us!

“Mama, your dress is almost as big as your ginormous hair. 

“Daddy looks really scared, probably because he thought Mama’s dress would crush him.”
 
And the heckling from the audience only escalated when the reception video started and the children watched in horror as their grandmother proceeded to …dance the Macarena.
 
When it was finally over, I turned the video off and looked at my children who, by this point, had tears of laughter coming down their faces!
 
They were all sent to bed without dinner …otherwise known as Taco Bell in our home. 

I then turned to my husband. “Well, I hope you’re happy. It’s taken me 14 years to convince them I am a pretty cool person and in one hour, with that video, you have reduced me to a cast member of Jersey Shores.”

“Yeah, sorry, I forgot about that thing you used to do with your hair. How did you get it so big?

To read more of Angel and Becky’s columns go to www.wilsonpost.com and hit columns & blogs.

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Telling Tales – My Big Fat Wedding

By ANGEL KANE
Wilson Living Magazine
This past week, my husband attended a meeting in Memphis and, while there, was completely overjoyed to pop in for a visit with my family. On his way back to town, he called me, “Tell the kids to wait up because I’m bringing home a surprise.”

When I got off the phone, I informed all of them of the possibility of huge surprise and each starting playing the guessing game.

“I bet he’s bringing home Granny’s dog, she hates that dog!”

“No, I bet he is just bringing home dinner,” noted my grumpy teenager. (Because dinner at our house…would be a pleasant surprise!)

“Maybe he bought me some jewelry, and just wants you all to stay up to see it.” I chimed into the game.

To which I received a trio of rolled eyes and a resounding “no, that’s not it!”

The guessing continued to the point that the children were in a frenzy, and raced to door as their father walked in expecting a dog, jewels or at the very least, some Taco Bell.  

And much to the chagrin of all three, they were not too happy when he informed them, “Granny found our wedding video, who wants to watch it?”

Not quite the surprise they were looking for and no longer interested in playing the game, they politely refused. But after some poking, prodding and forcibly restraint, all three took their places on the sofa to watch our much talked about wedding of 1994.

“You guys are going to love this. It was the best wedding of the year. And I had the most beautiful dress with 8 bridesmaids in tulle and taffeta – it was sooo gorgeous – wait until you see it. ” I gushed.

Little did I know that in the time it took to hit play, I would wipe away 16 years of  beloved memories.

“What is up with your hair?” was the first shout out from the audience, as I appeared on the screen wrapped in organza from head to toe.  

“Oh my God, look at everybody’s hair – the hair back then was enormous!!  Why are your bangs curled under like that? Did you mean to do that? Look, look, there is Uncle Gerry, does he have highlights in his hair? 
 
And in complete unison, all three proceeded to roll over in hysterical laughter.

And mind you …they were not laughing with us (because we were not laughing) …but were laughing at us!

“Mama, your dress is almost as big as your ginormous hair. 

“Daddy looks really scared, probably because he thought Mama’s dress would crush him.”
 
And the heckling from the audience only escalated when the reception video started and the children watched in horror as their grandmother proceeded to …dance the Macarena.
 
When it was finally over, I turned the video off and looked at my children who, by this point, had tears of laughter coming down their faces!
 
They were all sent to bed without dinner …otherwise known as Taco Bell in our home. 

I then turned to my husband. “Well, I hope you’re happy. It’s taken me 14 years to convince them I am a pretty cool person and in one hour, with that video, you have reduced me to a cast member of Jersey Shores.”

“Yeah, sorry, I forgot about that thing you used to do with your hair. How did you get it so big?

To read more of Angel and Becky’s columns go to www.wilsonpost.com and hit columns & blogs

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Telling Tales – Who Get’s You?

By BECKY ANDREWS, Wilson Living Magazine We all have a person that gets us. The person that appreciates your sense of humor appreciates your fashion sense-even though they frequently make fun of it- and agrees that when it comes to this friendship it’s pretty special.

 I have a few people who really get me but the most special one is, you guessed it, Angel.

In fact, I know her so well that I’ll bet she’s got her red pen out placing commas where ‘technically’ they should be.  And now she’s putting it away to prove me wrong.  She’ll laugh at me but glare at anyone else who does. She gets invited to my house during the holidays where my entire family talks loud, eats a lot and talks about other members of the family. It’s very hard to let new people in. There are not many people I expose to my family. But after careful consideration, they accepted her.

I rely heavily on my friends. As a young girl, my dad told me, ‘Consider yourself lucky if you can count your friends on one hand.’ At the time, I couldn’t imagine having only 5 friends. I mean I had a best friend, four tied for 2nd bestfriend, a pen pal that lived in South Africa who I corresponded with regularly about important topics like who was cuter; Ralph Macchio or Kirk Cameron, not to mention all the friends I’d accumulated over 5 long years of elementary school. A whole hand? No way. My dad was mistaken. Or so I thought.

Upon high school graduation, I along with a few of my closest friends vowed to never, ever lose touch. We would meet once a week to ‘catch up’ and when we were all tucked away safely at our chosen colleges we’d call or write. I’m sad to report that none of us kept our promise. It’s no biggie because when we do see each other, it’s like no time has passed.

In college, I met a few people that quickly became my confidants. I couldn’t imagine life without these people. I pictured our families living next door down a tree lined street, barbeques, sharing a babysitter for adult nights out (I know, I watch too much TV) and grabbing a quick cup of coffee to vent about the children. It wasn’t long before all of those college friends moved out of the state and we were all forced to make new friends.

When I married and had children I met a new set of friends navigating the same path of jobs, mortgages, sports and homework. Upon close evaluation I realized that all of these friends had a lot in common. They were all funny, kind and just a wee bit neurotic.

So I guess I can consider myself one lucky person. Not just because I’ve had some of the most amazing friends at each stage of my life but now at my age I have a friend I can trust with anything, who is honest (except about her actual height, 5-3 my foot!) and who is not afraid of telling me that a gigantic hot pink flower looks ridiculous in my hair. 

  
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