The Four G’s

See that Lego game up there?  It’s not as innocent as it seems, my friends.  The tv commercial for this game is clearly harmful to grown women with teenage sons.  It has reduced me to tears on more than one occasion. How on earth can this seemingly child friendly game cause so much heartache and distress?  Allow me to weave my tale of woe for you….

A few days ago, I saw this commercial and immediately said to Irish Dancer Girl, “Your brother (aka Teen Caveboy) would love this game…He’s such a Lego freak!”  She looked at me like I had just told her aliens had invaded the neighborhood.  “Uh, Mom…he doesn’t play with toys anymore, remember?”  She was edging toward me slowly.  “He stopped playing with toys back when I was a little girl.”  (she’s 8 years old…)  The truth in her words smacked me in the heart like the Karate Kid hitting me with a five finger death punch.  Tears welled up in my eyes.  I was a blubbering fool in all of 30 seconds. Irish Dancer Girl threw her arms around me and said, “It’s ok, Mommy. I still have lots of toys for you to play with.”  I hugged her tightly and then went to distract myself from my breakdown with the laundry.

Later that day, I went into Teen Caveboy’s room to put away some clean clothing.  I looked around and realized his life is now all about “The Four G’s”…Guitars, Grub, Games (video) and ahem…Girls.  I looked at the guitar picks and sheet music scattered on the floor, the XBox games strewn about and realized my wee baby boy is growing up.  Not a toy in sight…sigh….I leaned against the wall and tried not to cry again. Time really does fly by in the blink of an eye.  It seems like just moments ago that I was cleaning up Legos and stepping on Hot Wheels in his room.  Wasn’t it just yesterday that he was playing Rock Band and Guitar Hero….not playing a “real” electric guitar like the talented musician he’s become, for goodness sakes?  And is he really going to be old enough to drive a car next summer???

Heavy sigh…I hung up the clothes in his closet and turned to leave.  But wait!  What do I spy with my wandering eyes up high???  Let me show you….

Toys! I found toys!  Sure, they’re scary glow in the dark zombies attacking some plastic army guys, and of course, they’re purely for room decoration, but they’re still TOYS!  My heart was filled with joy!  There is still some of the “boy” in my amazing young man.  So while I’m not a fan of this G word term…Growing Up…I’m Grateful that I still have a bit of my wee baby boy hiding out in plain sight in Teen Caveboy’s room.

We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.
                                                                                                                    – George Bernard Shaw

Have a wonderful Wednesday!

And the Mother of the Year, Decade, Millenium Goes to…..(also Bee’s Halloween Giveaway Final Day!)

So, I am now officially “Mother of the Year!”  Wanna see how I won this prestigious title?  Take a look…

Meet Connor (aka Teen Caveboy)…he’s hanging out with Shim, lead singer of Sick Puppies!  You may know Sick Puppies from this very famous video….

(Why not go ahead and watch it again? It will brighten your day and chase away those Monday blues...)

Connor and I headed out to a Sick Puppies concert yesterday.  It was FANTASTIC!  They are amazing entertainers and the band was very kind in the autograph line.  (Connor was first in line, of course!)  So how exactly does all of this make me Mother of the Year?  Sit a spell and I’ll tell ya!

Sick Puppies management made it VERY clear that NO photos were allowed to be taken with any band member personally.  They would allow photos of the autograph signing, but no “one on one” photos with any band member PERIOD.  Not Gonna Happen…Don’t Bother Asking…Just get your autograph and go. Totally understandable since there were over 500 people (seriously, no joke) in line for autographs.  Well, being the rebel that I am, I saw an opportunity after they were done doing autographs and just went for it.  I wanted to make this special for Connor. I found a staff member who seemed open to my request and thought the worst that could happen was that he would say no.  No big….But…he said YES!  So off we went to meet Shim!  He couldn’t have been nicer…this guy absolutely rocks!  He was very, very kind to Connor.  It was truly one of the highlights of Teen Caveboy’s life!

Some highlights of the show….

So there you have it!  Mother of the Year!  Who’s your Mommy now?!  (Thanks Chilly, again, for my awesome camera! I’ve had the best year in picture taking EVER!)

***BEE ALERT!***

Don’t forget that today is the last day to enter Bee’s Spook~tacular Giveaway! Winner will be chosen via Random Generator tomorrow.  Entries will be accepted until midnight Mountain Time tonight. (Monday)

Go HERE to check out all the goodies!  There’s also a few extras that were added HERE.

Good luck!

Gone Feis~in’

We’re off to Phoenix today!  Irish Dancer Girl has a feis (pronounced “fesh”…it’s an Irish dance competition) up there on Saturday.  

Jazz hands are not just for jazz dancin’!

Any good luck you can send her way is most appreciated!  

I plan on hitting Hobby Lobby, Pottery Barn Kids, Rainforest Cafe and maybe Ikea while we’re up in the Valley of the Sun.  Teen Caveboy wants to check out the Heart Attack Grill…for the sandwiches…..yeah….right….you tell me if you think it’s all about the burger…

                           I know…you can’t take your eyes off those ginormous burgers…

Sorry to destroy your dreams, Teen Caveboy…if you’re really nice though, I’ll take you to Burger King and get you a paper crown to wear while you’re having your lunch:)

Wishing you all a terrific weekend!!!  See you Monday!  Got some great giveaways brewing for next week too!  


Dear So and So…Cheesecake, Childcare and Chumps Edition

Dear So and So...
Welcome to another fine edition of Dear So and So…
brought to you by the lovely Kat over at 3 Bedroom Bungalow! And off we go!

Dear Teen Caveboy,

Let’s review the “quality of childcare assessment”  your darling little sister handed to me yesterday detailing the incidents that occurred while in your care…(her words are in bold.)…

Bad (apparently there was a doll~napping for ransom…)

Not Good  (hint…knocking on her door and running away is just goofy…especially after the 400th time…)

Very Bad (for bothering her while she was enjoying some Polly Pocket cruise time and a movie…)

Annoying (I know…it’s just who you are…)

Sometimes Funny  (well now…here’s a spot of sunshine…)

Here are some helpful hints for today’s adventure in sister~sitting….

*There will be no doll~napping…(unless of course, she actually pays the ransom, then I’ll take a 50% cut…)

*Keep in mind that there will come a day when she will spy on you and your girlfriends….if you want her to keep that info out of my hands, then BE NICE!

*Funny is good…it makes her happy…however, I’m talking funny ~ha/ha…not gross toilet humor funny…(although I realize she can give you a run for your money on that end…)

And…here’s a little inspiration for you to improve your job performance…Your sister has her eye on this object that lives in your room…

Your precious Les Paul Prophecy guitar…
It may meet up with an “accident” and end up in this…..

She is that diabolical…Trust me…you gotta watch your back around a seven year old who’s been wronged!  Just sayin’….

Good Luck!  You’re going to need it…


Mommy Dearest


Dear People Who Park in the Handicap Spots that Really Don’t Need Them (and the people who rudely yell at me when I do…)

Look, I realize when you see me hopping out of my snazzy sports car with boundless energy, you might be inclined to think…”HA! She’s faking a handicap!”  What you aren’t seeing (no doubt because of my blinding beauty) is the decrepit human meat sack crawling out the passenger side of the car.  (yep, that would be Chilly…just joshin’ about the whole meat sack thing…I just like the way it sounds..I know…I’ve watched way too much Buffy the Vampire Slayer this summer…)  

And BOO TO YOU for those who’ve actually had the audacity to try and put me in my place in the parking lot thinking that I’m trying to steal the spot from a deserving handicapped person.  Again, refer to meat sack crawling from the passenger side….

When you park in a handi~spot and you really aren’t in need of it, it creates all sorts of issues for the party that does need it.  Poor Chilly has nearly suffered heart failure from his trekking across a parking lot in the hellish heat of the desert. It’s a cryin’ shame….

Thanks for not parking there anymore…(and for cutting me slack when I do…with Meat Sack in the car, of course…),


The Lady Who Will Kick You in the Shins and Run…


Dear Delicious Red Velvet Cheesecake from The Cheesecake Factory,

My son enjoyed you so much last week that he has requested you for his birthday!  Isn’t that fabulous?  Especially since I’m loving the whole $8.00 per slice thingy…yeah…riiiight….not so much….

While I understand that $50 for an entire cheesecake may seem like pennies on the dollar to a true epicurean, I must stand my ground and say no to your delectable temptations.  It’s going to be hard and it may actually reduce my normally strong as a rock teenager to sobbing.  But for my wallet’s sake, I must turn away from your whispers of “come and get me” and “don’t you love your son?”  I must be strong and step away from the cheesecake….

I will always love your yummy delicious~ness,

Your (very hungry and cheesecake craving ) Admirer

ps…(I’ll be there around 6:00 pm on Aug 10 to pick you up….shhhh….I’ll be in disguise to hide my shame….)


Have a wonderful weekend!


Did You Know Tuesday: Causes & Celebrations!

It’s Tuesday! At the Bee and Rose that means it’s time for “Did You Know?”…bits of this and that from my cluttered mind. (cluttered…not dirty…sorry, Chilly…)

And we’re off…(it’s short and sweet today!)

Did You Know…

that the ever fabulous DiPaola Momma over at Chicken Nuggets of Wisdom has the chance to get her lovely face on a box of Honeynut Cheerios?? Isn’t that cool?! She has a fantastic opportunity to help fight hunger in our communities through an awesome campaign via ShopRite. ShopRite has created “Blog It Forward To Fight Hunger” to get people involved in the fight against hunger through blogging. All she needs is a bit of comment lovin’! How easy is that?! Go HERE for more exciting details!

Did You Know.that by visiting this awesome blogger…

you can help a family in need today? Just click on the picture and it will take you right over. I will be over there today bidding on items in a wonderful auction that Shannon has set up to help support the McCulley family. Shannon shares their story (very powerful and moving) over there as well. If you have a moment, I hope you can visit. I know what Kori McCulley is going through as our stories are very similar. Hope to see ya there!

Did you know….

that my little fairy has been dubbed “Fairy Princess of the Midsummer’s Night Dream Ball?! She was honored by Queen Bitty herself (and the darling Bear too!) to announce the Princesses of the ball and to share a special Fairy jig! We would be ever so delighted if you clicked on this magical portal to share in our special day over at A Duck In Her Pond!

(magic portal…click me!)

You will absolutely adore Duckie and her many tales of wonder! She is a spinner of tales and magical enchantments! (not to mention mouth~watering recipes!) Grab your fairy wands and wings and fly on over to the Ball!

Did You Know…

that Teen Caveboy was blown away by all the very kind birthday wishes? Did you know I was blown away that he removed his photo moratorium so I could actually post his photo on my blog? (Click here if you want to see the family photos with Teen Caveboy.) Did you also know that I can’t believe I am now the mother of a TEENAGER!?

Did You Know…

Happy Tuesday to you!


Monday Musings….My Thirteenth Tale

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Thirteen years ago today, I was awakened at 3:00 am by both of my grandmothers pestering me in a dream. They were insisting that I get out of bed and go straight to the ladies room…IMMEDIATELY…They kept telling me that my brand new mattress was about to be horribly ruined if I didn’t get up RIGHT NOW. Annoyed that my dream~visiting grandmothers wouldn’t leave me alone, I got up, went to the bathroom and my water broke…hand to God..true story…(Thanks for the heads up on the mattress, Grandmas!)
Fast forward twelve hours to 3:30 pm…I’m ready to have my baby and BAM! The power goes out in 10 states! No kidding! Uh, hello!? What happened to that nice epidural drip!? Ahhh, thank you, generator, for turning my epidural drip back on! Finally, straight up at 5:00 pm, my first child was born.
I’d like to thank the hospital for having a soda fountain right outside my room…this kept Chilly entertained all through my labor (as well as his thirst quenched.) There’s nothing like the sound of someone filling up with ice and soda to make your labor go more smoothly…especially when you’re at the point where you can’t have any more liquids.
I’d also like to thank Chilly for ditching me the minute he saw the needle used for the epidural. Yep, he ran out of the room (probably to the soda fountain.) I can finally laugh about it, Chilly…it only took me thirteen years to see the humor.
Connor’s first few years were filled with many health challenges. Someday I’ll share that story. Today, however, is for celebrating because my son is now a teenager!
I am truly excited for him! (and a wee bit wistful too.) Connor is a kind, compassionate young man. He’s very smart and has a wicked sense of humor! He wants to pursue a career in medicine (specifically cardiology.) I have no doubt he will achieve that goal! He’s an old soul!
As I reflect on the past 13 years, I am filled with memories laced with Legos, Buzz Lightyear, Star Wars, video games, and a Monopoly obsession. He has developed great taste in music and can rock his guitar like a pro. He makes me laugh every day with his crazy sense of humor. He’s also a top-notch zombie assassin. I love to annoy him with my “awesome” singing when we play Rock Band together.
Happy Birthday, awesome kid of mine! I’m so proud to be your mother. You are my greatest teacher, and I love you with my whole heart. Here’s wishing you a fantastic thirteenth year! You rock!

Happy Birthday, Teen Caveboy!