<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755890658108279870</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2026 00:03:33 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Parenthood</category><category>Pop Culture</category><category>Fashion</category><category>Bookshelf</category><category>Giveaway</category><category>Love and Marriage</category><category>Writing Biz</category><category>Humility</category><category>Aging</category><category>Faith</category><category>Spring</category><category>Travel</category><category>Christmas</category><category>Chuckles</category><category>Exercise</category><category>Family</category><category>Favorite Things</category><category>Friendship</category><category>Music</category><category>Operation Bonnet</category><category>Winners</category><category>Balance</category><category>Girls in the Know</category><category>Signage</category><category>Yum</category><category>Act Two</category><category>Bottom Line</category><category>Chip MacGregor</category><category>Speaking Gigs</category><category>Stretch Marks</category><category>Vids</category><category>Winter</category><category>Amazon review</category><category>Balancing Act</category><category>DWTS</category><category>Eldredge</category><category>Faith Hill</category><category>Memoir</category><category>PNG</category><category>Skyhorse</category><category>Sordid Past</category><category>http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weA54Ubf8U4/Sj_c6vneNuI/AAAAAAAAACI/4oCWQWThTNA/s320/IMG_1913.JPG</category><title>Kimberly Stuart</title><description>Laugh a bit. </description><link>http://kimberlystuart.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Kimberly Stuart)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>159</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755890658108279870.post-4920198334101282316</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Jul 2016 03:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-07-19T22:05:33.426-05:00</atom:updated><title>I&#39;ve moved!</title><atom:summary type="text">

Hello, dear reader!&amp;nbsp;



If you&#39;re looking for me, you&#39;re just one click away. I&#39;ve moved my blog to my website, where there are all sorts of nifty things, including photos that have tastefully deleted my wrinkles and age spots. It&#39;s worth a look.



Just click here. Thanks for stopping by!



P.S. If you&#39;re a veteran email subscriber to the Kimberly Stuart blog, please leave your email at </atom:summary><link>http://kimberlystuart.blogspot.com/2016/07/ive-moved.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimberly Stuart)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755890658108279870.post-9186959122120366522</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jun 2016 12:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-06-10T07:18:29.215-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Giveaway</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Winners</category><title>Winner, Winner, Organized Chicken Dinner!</title><atom:summary type="text">


Thanks, everyone, for entering and for reading and for admitting you all need you some Jan. I have to say, your entry emails were hilarious. I even received some photos of the most challenging of your spaces, &amp;nbsp;just to emphasize how badly Jan was needed.&amp;nbsp;




Photo by Slate.com


This was not one of those photos, but doesn&#39;t it just make you want to throw away everything you&#39;ve </atom:summary><link>http://kimberlystuart.blogspot.com/2016/06/winner-winner-organized-chicken-dinner.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimberly Stuart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFVZQtu79QeyV07Q0-gSvrqpGme1h0qA3bS0jNxZ1jtDRgBV3-29OCwubrwSom-rgrA8j2u-P_9I6CbOsLYzrOlnE8gQsiKe9mZHoi21RfPBMh-h1Y8rsDVkr9QQpWFHJCHxgEFszbqay6/s72-c/Screen+Shot+2016-06-09+at+11.35.42+AM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755890658108279870.post-9187413292731813657</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Jun 2016 10:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-06-03T05:00:17.506-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Giveaway</category><title>Giveaway! YOU. WANT. THIS.</title><atom:summary type="text">


YOU GUYS.



I&#39;m so excited for you. Because I&#39;m about to change your lives. We have just skidded into the end of the school year around here, and this giveaway is going to perk up that part of you that is secretly groaning with that news.



Oh, just admit it.



Even if you love your children, and let&#39;s assume you do love your children, they are messy. And they smell earthy after four </atom:summary><link>http://kimberlystuart.blogspot.com/2016/06/giveaway-you-want-this.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimberly Stuart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrJT6TC1YJaqJ7W20eTvyOfpn4d7R4-IzUm88giY9YpYCFw8uBo2jNh2XhVVnnlM8onXrc7GEagFzHGkJbPH4OJZlmGhRcUbeNvbMLqdSV8A-Snc_NlTUJTe3Rcs0F_e3wB-KFWmdI7S0U/s72-c/IMG_5345.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755890658108279870.post-8255369491356397503</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 May 2016 10:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-05-27T21:42:10.705-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Exercise</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sordid Past</category><title>Field Day</title><atom:summary type="text">


Today is field day at our elementary school.



So I feel this is the time you should know these two things about me:



One: In first grade, I jumped the farthest in the long jump competition. I jumped six feet. I can feel through the Interweb your respect for me. And let&#39;s face it: I deserve it.



Two: For years, I was the record holder at my junior high for longest SHOT PUT THROW.



Did </atom:summary><link>http://kimberlystuart.blogspot.com/2016/05/field-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimberly Stuart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipcc3kUpa8QdLBlmA5kwFiXtiuocHZQnxss7Q87KrrQz6o9GdDKUBugvaWI436JKUg7sMLmSBysIhRYpqXTr6_pZNBe_ENzWn88kFvyQ6SNyDACcr2alB2abAKYpG4YXuDvCpzo0CU71-k/s72-c/Screen+Shot+2016-05-26+at+9.39.50+PM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755890658108279870.post-7775724682203538029</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 May 2016 10:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-05-20T05:00:14.172-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chuckles</category><title>Foxy Lady</title><atom:summary type="text">


I used to have lots of interests. I used to be well-rounded and interesting at parties. I used to be nuanced.



OK, that&#39;s not true. I was never nuanced. And I&#39;ve never been much for parties.



But I DID used to have a life that did not revolve around wildlife. Remember Chuckles? And Da Poss? Well, they have cousins. Or step-cousins. Or rival gang members. And now they are living under our </atom:summary><link>http://kimberlystuart.blogspot.com/2016/05/foxy-lady.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimberly Stuart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc1Ft9BVIFgLCIdRKUaxnp-7GxVbgxeYcyp4nIHu-KVbszR-LQ9E1uYSVK1UmuiI5wQ1MGjxtkQqMVP1w5KRS_2slHOuTh6xVt6zbQzLF0fbbx8glUlY2QElxuuMGQzt55uyxkQVW6KCC3/s72-c/DSC_1283.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755890658108279870.post-7026685382995227377</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 May 2016 15:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-05-13T10:48:00.649-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing Biz</category><title>New York, New York 2016</title><atom:summary type="text">


Marc and I went to New York a couple of weeks ago.&amp;nbsp;




I have security clearance to talk about this now because we are no longer out of town and you can&#39;t come rob our house. When you live with a conspiracy theorist, you have rules.



But he&#39;s a very cute conspiracy theorist, so I play along.




Here are the highlights. And you don&#39;t even have to come over for dinner and watch the </atom:summary><link>http://kimberlystuart.blogspot.com/2016/05/new-york-new-york-2016.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimberly Stuart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-necBmF1D5G98I3yZnCaRBUMZ1uOytXvJtnbMftjmaBaKl1QrCgUo4Xx_Fnvli6Nmfc6tEkT1_xbKZuc5EMH5SQgQFDPoNdgN29KTfnOOhdfJ_OZUkkTlO9ha1b880ghSDBoB4_4I-lCp/s72-c/IMG_7252+%25281%2529.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755890658108279870.post-7750352088633211219</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 May 2016 10:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-05-06T05:00:06.995-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Parenthood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pop Culture</category><title>Show Choir: No, we&#39;re not kidding.</title><atom:summary type="text">


We are in show choir season around here.



You heard me. Show choir season. Kind of like lacrosse season or volleyball season only with lots of sparkles and jazz hands.





I used to be in show choir, before the turn of the century.



I loved it. We sang, we danced, we ratted our hair, we all used the same startling color of lipstick. It was pretty much amazing.





Now my daughter is </atom:summary><link>http://kimberlystuart.blogspot.com/2016/05/show-choir-no-were-not-kidding.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimberly Stuart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcn2sUy9urrIeslzStTI3vV4bSfFqInE3hhsyWkPS1wqQk5fUfdW7fSMHH-pVIYk6SQmCaOq1ABWH8YrUoz0hYcrHZEFmjVIQV_0hzK33U1ZvNOZc-Iedc2XZEPZ1N0ugP86n23YFUDZYq/s72-c/DSC_1187.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755890658108279870.post-5605193609763437404</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Apr 2016 10:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-04-29T05:00:11.585-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel</category><title>Travel Products for The Savvy Among Us</title><atom:summary type="text">


Guys! Marc and I are going on a trip! Without the children! I&#39;m so excited and also COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY EXHAUSTED from getting ready to keep my children alive from a distance. I want you to know that when I itemize all the duties I would have been doing while gone, it is clear that I should be making roughly $560,000 a year after taxes. I am amazing. I know this because I am needing to </atom:summary><link>http://kimberlystuart.blogspot.com/2016/04/travel-products-for-savvy-among-us.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimberly Stuart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGsjsSRIl4bcJLOVqsWuNABWOhr7Fq-d5e9ef0EK2UgAUh2xv0njx1jzgo-LTmnGj8VralRb1baPVfMioeBQZk79B_k5SoZ9TjOTH3rd05I4Qz7q6dT07hJdNmQ1Mpvr0pMYtP2J2RqvZh/s72-c/Screen+Shot+2016-04-28+at+12.36.12+PM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755890658108279870.post-3702254695781404994</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Apr 2016 21:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-04-22T16:35:08.234-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Faith</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pop Culture</category><title>Prince</title><atom:summary type="text">

Let&#39;s talk about Prince.



He was a genius.



Also, the hair.&amp;nbsp;



(Please note: This is Prince&#39;s most recent passport photo. MY most recent passport photo was taken when I was pregnant. I&#39;m so happy I get to use it for a decade!)



But Prince. And the high heels.



And the fact that for awhile he was &quot;the artist formerly known as Prince.&quot;&amp;nbsp;




Is it too soon to make fun of that? </atom:summary><link>http://kimberlystuart.blogspot.com/2016/04/prince.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimberly Stuart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD0iSIEnS9LhmC6704QOtAbBpbQ4UwaL7WzKRKjxaQJzz_lsc46d4EJtuKNlJYiN1KMQUY9h2zxr0rt-Bt_fIbUaA1ENMNwOdV3PcJfc0nmyKfX22ALyBe8uLMm9q0CgAtnITi1sVTMra5/s72-c/Screen+Shot+2016-04-22+at+3.15.09+PM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755890658108279870.post-8330496301739354602</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2016 10:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-04-15T05:00:07.406-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fashion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Spring</category><title>Spring Fashion Report 2016</title><atom:summary type="text">


Spring has sprung! The buds on my viburnum smell delicious, my daffodils are in full bloom, and this sentence sounds like I know what to do in a yard. That&#39;s the prerogative of a blog writer. You get to lie at will.



To help you get the most out of your life, I here offer you a guide to this year&#39;s spring fashion. You&#39;re probably going to want to take notes.



**NOTE: I want you to know </atom:summary><link>http://kimberlystuart.blogspot.com/2016/04/spring-fashion-report-2016.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimberly Stuart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZS6Be1F1BUL0Apeo-PgSDaatLIhUWxKEubvYSAQ662muTBTaFCPH8zTDXJvTK4mgbO-o-8TTmNEcA7rT1PvV3zSyuoarygMdbxg1rY6xBZgt-Jl25G0kTHESBTDRbfxwFmR4B6ozVMmiJ/s72-c/Screen+Shot+2016-04-14+at+4.10.22+PM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755890658108279870.post-239130777876972857</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Apr 2016 10:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-04-08T10:20:06.257-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chuckles</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Spring</category><title>How much wood...</title><atom:summary type="text">
It&#39;s that time of year again.



The time of new shoots pushing through the dirt, the time of blue skies (if you don&#39;t live in Iowa this week), and the time of the woodchuck.



That&#39;s right. The woodchuck. That disgusting, weirdo animal that follows me wherever I go. I even moved houses a few years ago, but Chuckles followed me. Remember Chuckles?&amp;nbsp;



He&#39;s back. He loves me. I hate him.


</atom:summary><link>http://kimberlystuart.blogspot.com/2016/04/how-much-wood.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimberly Stuart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixeqJjtQp9vxgin35mWc7NSDNAg87TXTCPGJixXE2yWZbyueNdJpO6AuVLGP_rxkSbCUhVfZlvN6XsYbVioVtz1b_AxfwQtpdBNWIXu672l2lS0FeWCH_5g6kMz2omWg376lI75OPNoV3Z/s72-c/Screen+Shot+2016-04-07+at+8.37.12+PM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755890658108279870.post-7943988016689167291</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Apr 2016 16:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-04-01T11:08:59.274-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Parenthood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Spring</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Vids</category><title>A Week in the Life</title><atom:summary type="text">


Good gravy, I&#39;m tired. Why am I so tired? Are you tired?



You know this means we are old. We never used to be tired. Old people are exhausted. Probably because they have been walking and talking and processing and thinking and parenting for so long. And probably also because just seeing famous people gets wearying real fast.



One of the byproducts of being tired is that I don&#39;t journal. </atom:summary><link>http://kimberlystuart.blogspot.com/2016/04/a-week-in-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimberly Stuart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifpfEqYv7f7HCQxR948H0mUKpTd76mCdydG9QVcv7H77PXUDUBqhTXvXxPyonlXd7jCKH8IY8GzXe7Y9zC292PyZEigzOs9tMAWODobamH2qtTvSLQqJa-iefNhPPZAAyiWDvkDgStlom3/s72-c/Screen+Shot+2016-04-01+at+10.40.55+AM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755890658108279870.post-3266004300049803202</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Mar 2016 14:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-03-25T09:51:45.122-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Faith</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Spring</category><title>Amazing Grace</title><atom:summary type="text">


Today is Good Friday.



This term, &quot;Good Friday,&quot; has caused no shortage of consternation at our dinner table over the years.&amp;nbsp;



&quot;What is good about Good Friday?&quot;&amp;nbsp;



Thea has a particular issue with the terminology. &quot;Jesus died! A horrible, mean, painful death! He died and He didn&#39;t even do anything wrong! It should be called &#39;Crappy Friday&#39; or &#39;Saddest Friday Ever&#39; or &#39;Unfair </atom:summary><link>http://kimberlystuart.blogspot.com/2016/03/amazing-grace.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimberly Stuart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3NMgMSr7orWv8jSEhht9i2y71P-V2TH6vM8rw5JVcIX7B6r2DloNn1zSkTHEQIy60PdA110UJOOd9xDUpsoYhx7GttoB4QklyfxPpE_X-pQD2hX_YBo5tI4Zd0_FpFvxiw9BHZ7PzIdB2/s72-c/Screen+Shot+2016-03-25+at+9.29.24+AM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755890658108279870.post-3285633063839468510</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Mar 2016 14:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-03-25T09:52:20.023-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Spring</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel</category><title>Spring Break 2016</title><atom:summary type="text">

I visited my sister this week.



The kids and I got in the car to drive from Des Moines to Denver and 2765 hours later, we arrived. We had a lovely time. We hiked a mountain.



Some of us got courier service down the rough patches.&amp;nbsp;



&amp;nbsp;We saw some beautiful views and tried out avant garde hairstyles. I think this one is a winner.


&amp;nbsp;We visited a museum. SOME OF US wanted to </atom:summary><link>http://kimberlystuart.blogspot.com/2016/03/spring-break-2016.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimberly Stuart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYf12ICWpFL85qB8o4D9nBPrMCTBasaWBxLo-AFSiAFHMqc0ywJO3flIpZeP-b05psTjcjpup0GVawtdPiTbPt_woIl57ydakoR5xD1fH5cN4Y6OTyrLdikVPTBcLy4_TpvuN27glYHaAD/s72-c/FullSizeRender-7+copy.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755890658108279870.post-5080104979256470381</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Mar 2016 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-03-11T05:00:18.710-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing Biz</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Yum</category><title>Visit to Centro (Field Trip!)</title><atom:summary type="text">


Most of my life is raising a family with Marc. And by that I mean most of my life is making messes and then cleaning up the messes, both literal and figurative.



And then sometimes I write novels, usually while wearing a bathrobe and a furrowed brow, which is only adding to The Wrinkle Issue. When I&#39;m writing these novels in my robe and with my wrinkles, there is no glamour within a ten-mile</atom:summary><link>http://kimberlystuart.blogspot.com/2016/03/visit-to-centro-field-trip.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimberly Stuart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5HN0SH1IOoiWzCNmSYFAv5Gmgt50XK4Gy6wOXvqJf6066LBAJJoBlhzF9RinVdKW-z1dm-gjpfiC1eniEs9QvST6PVdmvlrlej4mhzKnqlmIllB5qM9-5gH629Yvn97GNa0o69WpqFL5y/s72-c/Screen+Shot+2016-03-10+at+1.47.15+PM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755890658108279870.post-2309943709280365765</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Mar 2016 16:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-03-04T10:37:58.242-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Operation Bonnet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Parenthood</category><title>My daughter is reading one of my books.</title><atom:summary type="text">


Ana is reading Operation Bonnet.



So is our mini Schnauzer, but I think Ana is getting more out of it.



Or at least I hope she is.



I&#39;m trying to act natural, like it&#39;s no biggie. Whatever, man! That&#39;s cool. Go ahead, read it. Hope you like it. Or not. Or whatever.



Of course I&#39;m a total faker. I REALLY hope she likes it. I will be VERY SAD if she thinks it&#39;s horrible. Or not funny. Or</atom:summary><link>http://kimberlystuart.blogspot.com/2016/03/my-daughter-is-reading-one-of-my-books.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimberly Stuart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimAO5hVzONmscxUqevmqiFlqVv-iRSYf3aHvAsyPwh4pKdD8rMdnhe7PxpyKJGm4QtB4xzdsRpnTtm-zN4_kIxeUKVHNrMsSwv53q47RhbpX1sTEeLf6QFo2qb7g0flYvAdQhKLoePvq-e/s72-c/FullSizeRender-2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755890658108279870.post-606822861204275103</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Feb 2016 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-02-26T05:00:02.241-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fashion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pop Culture</category><title>Oscars Viewing Guide</title><atom:summary type="text">

A thousand years ago, when I was young and carefree, I used to watch movies. Moving pictures, as we called them. It was a grand time, a glamorous time, a time when I could eat an entire bag of Cheetos and not feel anything but happiness. It was a time when I could sleep in until noon and not even have a fever. It was a time when I not only knew who was up for an Oscar but also had seen most if </atom:summary><link>http://kimberlystuart.blogspot.com/2016/02/oscars-viewing-guide.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimberly Stuart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiofPLH-FW0UYmND_iPbm4YEarMhOkuZxqxDrwPAxdf9vKzgJ-nmjDR4EglBNlPWkPTdnblV5_crDccaYdnD9v-Hc9El85ZXOsIIxhXsmxdKwyQ9LGZFVmLcwUV63hpERuZkvUb401DSxH/s72-c/Bad+Oscar+fashion.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755890658108279870.post-6036529823939760345</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Feb 2016 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-02-19T08:16:46.853-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Aging</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fashion</category><title>You Take Care Now</title><atom:summary type="text">


I had my first manicure last week.



Actually, it wasn&#39;t a real manicure. It was a fake one, lasting only about ten minutes. And it was free. And I was in an airport lounge where the &quot;manicurist&quot; might also have been the &quot;janitor.&quot; I don&#39;t know. I didn&#39;t ask. Because it was FANTASTIC.



My nails looked really lovely and girly for about three days. Now they look like this.



But for a moment</atom:summary><link>http://kimberlystuart.blogspot.com/2016/02/you-take-care-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimberly Stuart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy6I4AskGv2nvK1czb2KXchViLeKlazY8SJ0Ga7j6oR4YXr7wGiSe4HQIPjI_182A8lptGQD5mNR1ZELIO-D9j488GysRlNKBQjzdViP-prtDqq-BJZyzo1plov-3sXKyStqrLK0SEa3YQ/s72-c/IMG_6314.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755890658108279870.post-7456994560018012777</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Feb 2016 20:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-02-12T14:44:54.225-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love and Marriage</category><title>All the Single Ladies: A Valentine&#39;s Day Letter</title><atom:summary type="text">


Dear Me in 1996,



Happy Valentine&#39;s Day. Don&#39;t roll your eyes. You&#39;re not above Valentine&#39;s Day. I know, I know, it&#39;s so commercialized and such an obvious ploy by stores to make money on sentiment. You&#39;ll totally torch your final in Feminist Messages in the Postmodern Media this semester.&amp;nbsp;



Also, you&#39;re getting a little annoying.



Plus, if you&#39;re honest with your postmodern self, </atom:summary><link>http://kimberlystuart.blogspot.com/2016/02/all-single-ladies-valentines-day-letter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimberly Stuart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ikERy_DzSfhmFm2SW2ZpRqcAni7bAsUF_rfsM0x3QkHKJaSBQVQ51R6CBXKZ7MZDetin20B9lOa5hCTw6sBun9vUjat9V8TcodHPS7kPaFZgRsPHZq2RXUEbhigSNOBxwdF9wo7d5-yk/s72-c/IMG_6292.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755890658108279870.post-3805827195305647266</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Feb 2016 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-02-05T07:03:50.214-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fashion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Parenthood</category><title>Winter Fashion: I Have Concerns</title><atom:summary type="text">


I&#39;m battling a raging sinus infection and you know what I&#39;m wearing? An infinity scarf. In case you missed last week, we have an infinity scarf issue in our house. Marc is opposed; I am in favor. We aren&#39;t quite as heated about neckwear as we were about getting Mr. Trump out of our state Monday evening. I was pretty whipped up about that. Marc was, as is his nature, more measured in his </atom:summary><link>http://kimberlystuart.blogspot.com/2016/02/winter-fashion-i-have-concerns.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimberly Stuart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr4G5WRCk8OHkH8EkNg7Jer6zXP46fOahT3Lcfn-SCH1tkhO4xBlZ2Cy_6AD5LdfANWUWbb5DuBjhhaYNUNmiaQXXd925WMFSJxpfif6g4jZ-Pa6PvWhzYG8qBNt2p7nsEUZg68urabdDN/s72-c/Screen+Shot+2016-02-04+at+4.02.35+PM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755890658108279870.post-1393017149155936918</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Jan 2016 18:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-03-25T09:52:50.267-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fashion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love and Marriage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Winter</category><title>Winter Fashion: Marc Has Concerns</title><atom:summary type="text">


Marc and I have been married seventeen years. I married a good man, which is fortunate for me since I was completely clueless and about ten years old.



One thing we know after all these years together is that Marc knows best what clothes look good on me. Please don&#39;t send me letters and try to get me to free myself like the good feminist I am. I am not shackled to anything here. I simply </atom:summary><link>http://kimberlystuart.blogspot.com/2016/01/winter-fashion-marc-has-concerns.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimberly Stuart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlltwfO0zbWHRh0p795uRZWZ69C48a4VzhZK5ki6uGZbaBw6oRapHAiQpH5TL7vwWJw3KoI8P84rWMeYfiZe6PZt7jea_dcSrKYYUCBPdISUGDwjLgcc6GkE6A1IjjRpJIYhTXSMigMsq_/s72-c/IMG_5065.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755890658108279870.post-377454889014170246</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Jan 2016 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-01-22T10:12:27.051-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friendship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love and Marriage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Winter</category><title>Five Ways To Survive A Midwest Winter</title><atom:summary type="text">


Oh, baby, is it ever cold outside.&amp;nbsp;



If you are reading this from a warm locale, please do not speak. I can&#39;t bear it. You are dead to me, along with every living thing in my backyard.&amp;nbsp;



If, however, you are among the hearty and seasonally depressed in the Midwest, this post is for you. We are in this together. Let us rise above. Let us commiserate. Let us talk survival strategy.</atom:summary><link>http://kimberlystuart.blogspot.com/2016/01/five-ways-to-survive-midwest-winter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimberly Stuart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicboVdT9auHvSA29HC7571zGs6Bm553Cox_m4dYDq9pCcRDEAAy0Jj4U2C97znQ0q9PHL0ZgC3EnFEIsvsQwcq4KX8XUOJ8yXP6CGa-Zi6EuBBMPC7A6x7Fpzs8ooDZqaubfhs7Ky50n7d/s72-c/FullSizeRender.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755890658108279870.post-236276014522451621</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2016 10:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-01-17T07:40:23.279-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Act Two</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Balance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bookshelf</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bottom Line</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Operation Bonnet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stretch Marks</category><title>Giving Guide</title><atom:summary type="text">


Hello and happy freezing cold day from the tundra! Here&#39;s what I look like this morning:




Not exactly true. This woman is European. So I looked less stylish.




Listen, I want you to know I&#39;m not going to start being THAT GIRL. You know, that girl who blogs every forty-five minutes and annoys you by telling you about it and gets sad and sulky when you don&#39;t read it and comment with hearts </atom:summary><link>http://kimberlystuart.blogspot.com/2016/01/giving-guide.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimberly Stuart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbSl4QTP-jco8ErSMGSmFQDRFW9DjkV9THeK8jN1QQ-VNGpHGmw0-4-TCUAtqoiQCS2ZtoNnorA_FP_BwV8zLsX4eBLalGNtog1xBVJcOsVhCaRyPYL3c4u3YkINCq5_T8NxMkrQ5lGc3z/s72-c/Screen+Shot+2016-01-16+at+11.10.53+AM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755890658108279870.post-3761010969886725254</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Jan 2016 15:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-01-15T09:54:04.107-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bookshelf</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chip MacGregor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Operation Bonnet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Skyhorse</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing Biz</category><title>Inside Scoop: Operation Bonnet</title><atom:summary type="text">



Oh, Nellie. Operation Bonnet is Nellie’s story,
and it’s a doozy. Nellie, an academic smarty pants with rough social skills,
desperately wants to become a private investigator. Her small town in Ohio,
however, is too sleepy for any case worth its salt. So when her first break
comes from an ex-Amish guy who needs some help in the love department, she puts
on her bonnet and infiltrates an Old </atom:summary><link>http://kimberlystuart.blogspot.com/2016/01/inside-scoop-operation-bonnet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimberly Stuart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgw1bL7GmoceHeHZQ0CnSNUxuL7MmLvGDqoaVWJ9M5cZDFhgNszhJ4fe-7sIkgfhA68YsV5efUCD7E8eNsu-D75y54_3T9mbkyhoXBFjNHmQbUFIV45YWD1ODbCt7XVFbhX51qBhB1UDIy/s72-c/Screen+Shot+2016-01-07+at+12.28.25+PM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755890658108279870.post-6554935267365403825</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Jan 2016 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-01-14T08:31:17.081-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bookshelf</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stretch Marks</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing Biz</category><title>Inside Scoop: Stretch Marks</title><atom:summary type="text">
The title of this book has made many a man squirm in my
presence over the years. I’m not sure why. I think of stretch marks as
completely benign, a part of life. Like freckles. Or hangnails. Or a dilated
cervix. OK, maybe not the cervix.






Stretch Marks is a modern love story about a girl who finds
herself pregnant, alone, and trying not go batty when her mom comes to “rescue”
her. Here’s a </atom:summary><link>http://kimberlystuart.blogspot.com/2016/01/inside-scoop-stretch-marks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kimberly Stuart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf84DBba48RSAw8YctUEujxZznVVngK8UGusxRLIWwJMTRHaA1NPRfXj7hsZxnLc53tuNS2N1Wq50LYVwiBD1GFURdeHxeZVsLDNE8r4IIKvw-VWcKX6k712gcvGEQSOTNRjCVUJej-Mks/s72-c/Screen+Shot+2016-01-07+at+12.17.04+PM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>