Bathroom Art . . .

My favorite pieces of art {that were not created by the hands of my children} are in my bathrooms. Favorites for different reasons. This one seriously cracks me up – for obvious reasons.

The “Cow”

*The angle of the horse – hysterical.

*The size of the horse {it is a very large painting} – hysterical.

*The fact that it is an oil painting – hysterical.

*And every.single.time Emme goes to the bathroom she says, “Hello, Cow.” – hysterical. {I have never had the heart to tell her any different.}

But the humor really kicked in tonight, when she goes to get in the tub and says, “Hello, Sheep” and then goes about her business – riot.

disclaimer – This bathroom is not very large and I found it incredibly hard to get a picture. The lighting is really, really – for real bad. I’ve never claimed to have photography skills. And this only proves it.

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This information will CHANGE Your life . . .

especially if you have young kids.

Who like to eat spaghetti.

And are messy with it!

First off – if anyone knew this before I posted this – SHAME ON  YOU FOR NOT SHARING!!

Second – to my friends in real life . . . sorry for having to hear about this again! You knew with all the experimenting I was doing I had to tell the world! {Okay, maybe the 7 people who visit me.} So, get over it! ha!

Spaghetti Stains {or any tomato based sauce stains}

*Wash the item. Don’t worry about pretreating it.

*You can let it air dry or {gasp} dry it in the dryer!!! {I know! Doesn’t that sound crazy! Dryer normally means permanent!}

*Take the item outside.

*Lay it in the direct sunlight.

*Go inside and wait approximately 2 hours.

*Go back outside and smile a big fat grin and scream at the top of your lungs, “Kim Wheeler, YOU ARE A GENIUS!

{and if you are loud enough, I’m sure I’ll hear you!}

*Please, feel free to wash it again {or not} when you bring it back in.

I promise that stain will be gone – 100% – no residue – no outline – no greasy mark – NOTHING!!!

I’ve tried it on stains that were 2 years old – now gone {after about 45 minutes in sun.}

I’ve tried it on stains that have been washed and dried – now gone

I’ve tried it on pizza stains – now gone.

I’ve tried it  . . . . . . . . gone, gone and GONE!

I swear I would have never believed it if I didn’t try it myself.

And to prove I’m working – I swear I’m working . . . .

As a whole this one looks fantastic! BUT I’m not finished with it and there is no way I’m posting an unfinished painting – NO WAY, I said.

NOW, go eat some tomato based sauce and make sure you get some on your clothes.

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Sick, Kindergarten & New Shoes . . .

This past week has been a hard one for me. First off, I’ve been fighting something for a couple of weeks and finally,  . . . . well, it got me. And kicked my butt. Kicked it hard. I actually laid on my couch for most of the day yesterday sleeping! Lonnie said he couldn’t believe what I was sleeping through. Apparently, our kids were not the angels he thought they were {hahah!} But I felt a heck of alot better when I finally woke from my coma. I’ve coughed so much my neck itches and my shoulder blades ache – I have no idea if that really has anything to do with coughing.

Sad part – I think it is all stress related. With school starting, I was a wreck! I hate posting my schedule on here, but seriously – this is it . . . .

7:30 – 2 kids need to be at 2 different schools

8:00 – 3rd kid at another school

{takes 30 minutes to get back home.}

10:30 – 1 kid picked up from school

12:00 – 3rd kid picked up {30 minute drive there/30 minute drive back}

2:00 – in line to pick up 2nd kid {+neighbor} by 2:30

Now – work in all the therapies. Supper. Painting. Cleaning. Laundry. And {of course} Days of Lives – which I normally watch late while painting on Hulu.

= no naps for no one.

= 1 tank of gas in 5 days. {I remember when 1 tank would last me 4 weeks – no kidding.}

= 4 cranky kids.

=1 beat momma.

But in a few short years . . . . they will all be at the same school at the same time.

{sigh}

Fortunately, Hudson started kindergarten great. He loved it. But I’ve made it no secret that I’m raising nerds – so no one should be shocked!

I even got this joker to look at the camera!! Now, this next picture was before we left the house. Can anyone guess what happen to cause the tears???

You will never guess. This is when I should have some crazy contest – really, I should. But again, no one would win – no one. Hudson asked me what I thought they would be doing on the first day. I said something like I was sure they would “talk about colors and letters and numbers and things like that.”

he says, “And multiplication?”

“Uhmm, no – probably not.”

“We’re suppose to learn multiplication!”

“Honey, not in kindergarten.”

“But I want to learn that 9 times 9 is the same as 9 groups of 9 which equals 81!!!”

“Obviously Hudson, you know what 9×9 is. So you shouldn’t have a problem waiting a few years before they teach you in school.”

But I can’t wait a few years!!!” And then the water works begin! I couldn’t stop laughing. He was really distraught. And he did get over it! haha!

This too was  big deal! The shoes – the first pair of tennis shoes my kid has ever worn. AND the first time he didn’t throw a fat fit because he didn’t want to wear them! Miracle!

Speaking of shoes, everyone picked out there own – which I will give Carson his own post for that – but Em saw a pair that she couldn’t pass up!

Ain’t yo’ Momma’s Keds! I remember being thrilled when they came out with black ones that had the black rubber soul!!

Who walked through the halls to Hudson’s class looking like this! Everybody laughed. And I do mean everybody. And she loved it. And she had no idea why – other than she thought she looked cool. Home girl would NOT let me flip the glasses around. This poor girl is going to be upset when she realizes she is not going to Mom’s Day Out like originally planned. I just don’t think I can swing it. And my head spins trying to process it.

I’m determined to accomplish something today – maybe a painting and emails. Let’s hope! But first, I must take care of the streaker that is running through the house. Betcha can’t guess who!?! And it’s not me!

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