Road Trip…..anyone, anyone?

Since writing my last column, I’ve been asked quite a bit if we went anywhere for Fall break.

And the answer is yes, and it didn‘t involve any camping gear!

Instead, we went to Chicago. The trip was filled with museums, the zoo, shopping Miracle mile, and bike rides on Lake Michigan. It was perfect, except…. that due to the fact the trip was planned at the last minute, (by me) we decided to drive.

And that meant 7 hours, 20 minutes, 42 seconds, in the car…with our children.

One way!

When I was growing up, we’d drive to the beach every summer.

No stops! That was Dad’s rule. And he wasn’t kidding.

Sometimes, however, if he was particularly generous, he’d stop at Stuckey’s – to get my brother and I each a game book. You know – the kind where you’d write in invisible spy ink. (I lived for those books!) And for 8 hours straight my brother and I would play hangman while munching on whatever my mother had packed in the picnic basket that was sitting on our laps in the backseat, along with pillows, blankets, blow up floats, towels and goggles.

Our children, however, are not  knowledgeable in the ways of a “road trip”.

For most of their lives, they have flown to their destinations. And have mastered security checks, carry-on restrictions and convincing the air line stewardess to give them an extra bag of snacks.  

So, when we told them they were driving to Chicago – they had NOOOOOO idea what that really meant.

We figured that out the first hour, when driving through Lafayette, our youngest asked “Are we there yet?”      

Getting to the destination is never as bad as coming back. Only problem is that on the way there, they watched all their movies, read all their books and used up all the battery power in their iPods, iPads and Game Boys.

So after spending five, fabulous days bonding and enjoying family time in Chicago, …it took 9 hours, 30 minutes and 33 seconds to pretty much ruin every moment of that!

First of all – getting out of Chicago – in the rain, in the dark, when your GPS is as confused as you are – is not a good start.

Neither is somehow getting yourself on a toll road and realizing your cash is limited. Thankfully, our teenager – didn’t spend a dime of her money on the trip – and was grudgingly willing to lend us a few dollars. (Yes, Madison, we remember, we have to pay you back.)

So, after getting out of Chicago and back on the road – the torrential rain coupled with the fact that “there is nothing for us to do!!!” resulted in ….memories.

And not the good kind.

Instead, the kind that will be brought up in therapy one day, when our kids disclose all the horrible things their parents said to them growing up.

Did I mention, the two hour detour through the Amish country of Kentucky?

Their father and I made lots of memories for them during those extra 2 hours as well!

 

Good times….

by Angel Kane

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To see more of Elizabeth’s plates, mugs, decorative pieces and holiday décor, make sure to visit Elizabeth’s booth at the 3rd Annual Wilson Living Holiday Expo, November 17th, 18th and 19th at The Mill at Lebanon.

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Telling Tales – Road trip.. anyone? anyone?

Since writing my last column, I’ve been asked quite a bit if we went anywhere for Fall break.

And the answer is yes, and it didn‘t involve any camping gear!

Instead, we went to Chicago. The trip was filled with museums, the zoo, shopping Miracle mile, and bike rides on Lake Michigan. It was perfect, except…. that due to the fact the trip was planned at the last minute, (by me) we decided to drive.

And that meant 7 hours, 20 minutes, 42 seconds, in the car…with our children.

One way!

When I was growing up, we’d drive to the beach every summer.

No stops! That was Dad’s rule. And he wasn’t kidding.

Sometimes, however, if he was particularly generous, he’d stop at Stuckey’s – to get my brother and I each a game book. You know – the kind where you’d write in invisible spy ink. (I lived for those books!) And for 8 hours straight my brother and I would play hangman while munching on whatever my mother had packed in the picnic basket that was sitting on our laps in the backseat, along with pillows, blankets, blow up floats, towels and goggles.

Our children, however, are not  knowledgeable in the ways of a “road trip”.

For most of their lives, they have flown to their destinations. And have mastered security checks, carry-on restrictions and convincing the air line stewardess to give them an extra bag of snacks.  

So, when we told them they were driving to Chicago – they had NOOOOOO idea what that really meant.

We figured that out the first hour, when driving through Lafayette, our youngest asked “Are we there yet?”      

Getting to the destination is never as bad as coming back. Only problem is that on the way there, they watched all their movies, read all their books and used up all the battery power in their iPods, iPads and Game Boys.

So after spending five, fabulous days bonding and enjoying family time in Chicago, …it took 9 hours, 30 minutes and 33 seconds to pretty much ruin every moment of that!

First of all – getting out of Chicago – in the rain, in the dark, when your GPS is as confused as you are – is not a good start.

Neither is somehow getting yourself on a toll road and realizing your cash is limited. Thankfully, our teenager – didn’t spend a dime of her money on the trip – and was grudgingly willing to lend us a few dollars. (Yes, Madison, we remember, we have to pay you back.)

So, after getting out of Chicago and back on the road – the torrential rain coupled with the fact that “there is nothing for us to do!!!” resulted in ….memories.

And not the good kind.

Instead, the kind that will be brought up in therapy one day, when our kids disclose all the horrible things their parents said to them growing up.

Did I mention, the two hour detour through the Amish country of Kentucky?

Their father and I made lots of memories for them during those extra 2 hours as well!

 

Good times….

by Angel Kane

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Notes from the Founders – Nov Dec 2011

It’s the most wonderful time of the year! The crisp air and changing leaves stir up the holiday spirit in all of us. No matterwhat kind ofWLM - Angel & Becky year you had, there is something to be thankful for. At Wilson Living we are thankful for all of you. Over the past three years readers, advertisers and writers have become an extension of our own family. The holiday issue is always special to us as this was the season we first introduced readers to Wilson Living.

We have some fantastic stories for you that will enlighten, excite and hopefully, inspire. One of those stories is about a new program coming to several schools in Wilson County. Rachel’s Challenge was created by the parents of Rachel Scott. Rachel was the first student killed at Columbine High School when two of her classmates opened fire on the school in 1999. The contents of Rachel’s six diaries have become the foundation for one of the most life changing school programs in the country. And from November 7th through November 14th, six Wilson County schools will have the opportunity to participate in this program. Today, Rachel’s father and thirty other speakers criss-cross the nation spreading Rachel’s words, in hopes that there will never be another Columbine. Check out the story on page 48.

If you’re not in the mood to decorate just yet for the holidays, you will be after taking a look inside Wilson County resident, Elizabeth Scruggs’ home. Elizabeth is not just a wife and mother; she’s also the owner of Superior Design and Construction. Elizabeth will share her decorating tips and as a bonus, she’ll show us how to keep all that stuff organized. Seriously, she is AMAZING!

And what about that cover! It serves two purposes. One, for our Style and Trends Editor, Erin Brown to show readers that the styles and trends of the 1940’s and 1950’s have never gone out of style. And two, we picked the Lebanon square for the shoot so we could emphasize that our hometown square is becoming the heartbeat of Wilson County with incredible boutiques and textile shops… much like it was in the 1940’s and 1950’s.

The Wilson Living Magazine Holiday Expo is almost here. We are so excited about the new additions to this year’s expo. For starters, we will be hosting a very special, ‘Breakfast with Santa’ and a pre-opening shopping gala. For all the details, look for the story on page 8.

Thank you again for helping us enter our 4th year of publication! We couldn’t do it without every single one of you.

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 – Nov Dec 2011

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Nov / Dec 2011 Features
 

6      Notes From the Founders

8      Wilson County Events
        
3rd Annual Wilson Living Expo

10    Calendar of Events
    
        Meet Your Neighbor
12   
 Captain Marvel Calls Mt. Juliet Home 
      
        Education   
18    Friendship Christian School at the Forefront of Technology

        Business & Industry 
22    Permobil

        Tennessee Backroads
26    
A Walk on the Wild Side
 
        All About Town
30   
Possum Town Christmas Parade
      
34    Arts & Entertainment
  
      The Bert Coble Singers
        

Nov / Dec 2011 Features

        Wilson County is the Place to Be
36
    Dames for Danes

        Styles & Trends
38    Classic Comebacks
    
        Pay It Forward
48    Rachel's Challenge

        Food & Dining
52
    Food for Thought
54    Dining with Doc     

        Home & Garden
56
    A Holiday Home Decorated in Time for Christmas

69    Founder's Favorites           

        Telling Tales
70
    That Darn Elf on a Shelf

        Reflections
72    
Congratulations on our Anniversary

        Finding Your Piece Of The Good Life
76    The Good Life

ON THE COVER

A vibrant comeback as the latest in fashion trends make their grand debut on the Square in Lebanon.  See Page 38

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It’s not really a secret, but few residents of Wilson County recognize that a superhero hangs his cape in a Mt. Juliet neighborhood.

 

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Telling Tales – Variety is the spice of life

My children have very different personalities. The oldest is kind, considerate, extremely unorganized and forgiving to a fault. Some of these traits he inherited from his mama. The youngest is cautious, focused, type A and if he’s wronged, he holds a grudge. Proof of this was when he played baseball this summer. A little boy from an opposing team ran on the field.  My child turned to me and said,

“That’s the boy who took the ball away from me when I played soccer!”

He then walked past the kid, stared him down and gave him the universal sign for, ‘I’m watching you.’

This may not seem like a big deal if Jackson wasn’t referring to the 1 season he played soccer when he was 3!

He inherited these traits, especially the grudge thing, from his dad. My husband still talks about a friend from elementary school who tore his Bo Derek poster and even though he hasn’t seen this person in more than 30 years he insists that kid should be punished.

It’s those differences that can make my children the worst of enemies or the best of friends.

Last year, one of our cats died.  Before we buried her, my husband asked the boys if they wanted to say anything. My oldest stood, fighting back tears and said, “I’m not going to cry. She’s in a better place. She shouldn’t have to suffer.” My husband then asked our youngest if he would like to say something. To which he replied, “Yeah. Can you throw me the ball? Baseball practice starts in like an hour.”

More recently when my brother and his family left our house to head back to the west coast, Jacob was very sad. He enjoyed spending time with his cousins. As they pulled out of the driveway, Jacob ran into his room, lay on his bed and wouldn’t talk. Very out of character for him. I began offering bribes to take his mind off of everyone leaving.

“Would cookies or chocolate before supper make you feel better? How about a trip to Target? That always makes mommy feel better. Swimming? A sleepover?” 

Every question was answered with, “The only thing that will make me feel better is if they come back here.”

When Jacob said no to chocolate and a sleepover, Jackson felt like this was his queue to step in.

“Hey Jacob, what about money? Would money make you feel better?”

Jacob looked at his little brother in disbelief.  Exasperated Jacob responded, “NO, JACKSON! Money will NOT make me feel better! What is wrong with you?”

Jackson looked defeated. I could see that he was getting upset because his brother was so sad. Maybe my brother and his family leaving had a profound effect on him too. Maybe he was going to be sensitive like his mom. As I was about to lean in and comfort my youngest child, he looked up at me and said, “Um, Mom. Money will make me feel better.” And just like that, my little Jackson was back.

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Mea culpa

There are three things that I HATE-HATE to do. (And yes, I know hate is a strong word.)

Camping, as you know, is one of the top 3 on the list. I dislike sleeping on the ground, in a tent, after a night spent around a campfire (with no television), eating food wrapped in foil. I don’t intend to ever do this again unless a natural disaster hits and the Red Cross forcibly makes me sleep in a tent. And then I assure you, my mournful sobs and cries of “why have you deserted me, oh Lord” will keep the whole camp awake, until a collection is raised and I am moved to indoor accommodations (with cable).

Swimming in any water that is not heavily chlorinated is #2 on the list. Knowing me as you do, you probably think it has to do with germs, but germs are just the beginning. Chlorine kills two things: germs and sharks. Like many people my age, I directly attribute my intense hatred of sharks to the movie Jaws. Followed, by my cousin George whispering in my ear, just prior to his pushing me off the float in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico, “you better swim fast, there are sharks all over this place.” Ever since that fateful day, sharks have been on my hit list. As such, unless my water is heavily chlorinated and I can clearly see the bottom, count me out.    

But the number #1 thing I hate, hate, hate  to do… more than anything in this world ….is say the words “I’m sorry.”

I hate to admit I am wrong – ever!

It’s not that I’m not sometimes wrong. In fact, I’m probably wrong a lot of the time. But I absolutely HATE to admit it and will do all I can to avoid admitting it.

So, given this is practically a once in a lifetime occurrence – I thought what better way to admit I was wrong, to my dear husband, than to proclaim it in the local paper. So here goes…

“Brody – I was terribly, terribly wrong. And you were soooo right. Becky is a complete screw up and I never, ever, ever should have relied on her to plan our Fall trip! I am so sorry!”

(Whew – there I said it – and it was easier than I thought it would be.)

My husband lives for his vacations. And every Fall we take a trip to the beach with our friends. But last year, when it was time to sign back up, Becky and I decided that next year we wanted to head up north to the big city!

“It will be fun! Becky and I will plan the whole thing.”

Well – as usual – things happened. (Or more to the point – I told Becky to plan it – and she didn’t.)

And so now, one week before Fall break is set to begin (and Wilson County as we know it comes to a grinding halt as everyone heads to the beach) …we are not going anywhere.

I mean – we will go somewhere – but it will just cost twice as much – and probably won’t be the best of accommodations since most places are completely booked – one week out. (Who knew?)

And my husband, is really, really mad at me….and Becky.

I didn’t realize, however, the level of his discontent  – until this weekend – when Becky and I came upon Brody and Jay appearing to be planning the trip themselves.

All I heard were the words Fall Creek Falls, tent and then something called a Pop Up.

At which point – I turned to Becky and asked “What’s a Pop Up?”

She turned pale – “Oh, God. You are going to be soooo sorry, you didn’t sign up for the beach!”

by Angel Kane, Wilson Living Magazine

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

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Top Ten Ways to Spot a Working Mother

This past week, Becky and I had the pleasure of being guest speakers for Wilson O.N.E. Wilson O.N.E. is a local organization that fosters the enablement of working individuals, paid and non-paid, within Wilson County. The organization was celebrating their 10 year anniversary. We were honored to be part of the event and enjoyed sharing our “Telling Tales’” columns with these lovely ladies.

As part of our presentation, we prepared the following:

“Top Ten Ways to Spot a Working Mother.”

1. Her car is so dirty, a small animal can live in it for a week.

2. Her purse is so heavy, it can be used as a deadly weapon (and if she has more than one child – then it already has been!)

3. Dinner most nights consists of chicken nuggets (a protein wrapped in a carb – otherwise know as a twofer in MOM world.)

Ketchup – which any good mother knows is a vegetable.

And if she is one of those “healthy” moms – a Flintstone vitamin for dessert.

4. The three things she can’t live without – her husband, her children and her Spanx. If asked to pick the top two, she would pick her beige Spanx and her black Spanx!

5. A working woman will buy a piece of clothing she doesn’t like, just because the tag is mislabeled a Size 4. And if it says Size 2 – she will buy one in every color!

6. Her husband thinks she is the luckiest person on earth because she just keeps “winning” new furniture. He also thinks her new Coach purse costs $19.99.

7. A night out for she and her Mister consists of Cracker Barrel and Wal-Mart.

A BIG night out is Outback and Target.

8. Her nemesis is the Mom who packs the heart shaped sandwich – with the note tucked under the fruit cup.

Her best friend is the lunch lady who lets her kids keep eating when their lunch account is negative fifty dollars.

9. She has three kids which means every year she buys: 3 City Pass Books, 3 magazine subscriptions, 3 Smart cards and 30 boxes of Girl Scout cookies – because God forbid we don’t get our cookie patch!

And Number 10 (because we didn’t want to leave out the lucky men married to these lovely ladies.)

10. The TOP way to spot a man married to a working woman – he knows for a fact that ONLY Victoria Secret models wear matching bras and underwear!

By Angel Kane

Wilson Living Magazine

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Telling Tales – Mea Culpa

There are three things that I HATE-HATE to do. (And yes, I know hate is a strong word.)

Camping, as you know, is one of the top 3 on the list. I dislike sleeping on the ground, in a tent, after a night spent around a campfire (with no television), eating food wrapped in foil. I don’t intend to ever do this again unless a natural disaster hits and the Red Cross forcibly makes me sleep in a tent. And then I assure you, my mournful sobs and cries of “why have you deserted me, oh Lord” will keep the whole camp awake, until a collection is raised and I am moved to indoor accommodations (with cable).

Swimming in any water that is not heavily chlorinated is #2 on the list. Knowing me as you do, you probably think it has to do with germs, but germs are just the beginning. Chlorine kills two things: germs and sharks. Like many people my age, I directly attribute my intense hatred of sharks to the movie Jaws. Followed, by my cousin George whispering in my ear, just prior to his pushing me off the float in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico, “you better swim fast, there are sharks all over this place.” Ever since that fateful day, sharks have been on my hit list. As such, unless my water is heavily chlorinated and I can clearly see the bottom, count me out.    

But the number #1 thing I hate, hate, hate  to do… more than anything in this world ….is say the words “I’m sorry.”

I hate to admit I am wrong – ever!

It’s not that I’m not sometimes wrong. In fact, I’m probably wrong a lot of the time. But I absolutely HATE to admit it and will do all I can to avoid admitting it.

So, given this is practically a once in a lifetime occurrence – I thought what better way to admit I was wrong, to my dear husband, than to proclaim it in the local paper. So here goes…

“Brody – I was terribly, terribly wrong. And you were soooo right. Becky is a complete screw up and I never, ever, ever should have relied on her to plan our Fall trip! I am so sorry!”

(Whew – there I said it – and it was easier than I thought it would be.)

My husband lives for his vacations. And every Fall we take a trip to the beach with our friends. But last year, when it was time to sign back up, Becky and I decided that next year we wanted to head up north to the big city!

“It will be fun! Becky and I will plan the whole thing.”

Well – as usual – things happened. (Or more to the point – I told Becky to plan it – and she didn’t.)

And so now, one week before Fall break is set to begin (and Wilson County as we know it comes to a grinding halt as everyone heads to the beach) …we are not going anywhere.

I mean – we will go somewhere – but it will just cost twice as much – and probably won’t be the best of accommodations since most places are completely booked – one week out. (Who knew?)

And my husband, is really, really mad at me….and Becky.

I didn’t realize, however, the level of his discontent  – until this weekend – when Becky and I came upon Brody and Jay appearing to be planning the trip themselves.

All I heard were the words Fall Creek Falls, tent and then something called a Pop Up.

At which point – I turned to Becky and asked “What’s a Pop Up?

She turned pale – “Oh, God. You are going to be soooo sorry, you didn’t sign up for the beach!”

by Angel Kane, Wilson Living Magazine

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

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