Kimberly Stuart's Blog, page 12

Back in the Saddle

Hi, there.

I've missed you people. I did need some time away, and please don't take it personally. I find you all very kind, very patient, and never once have I needed to clear your dirty dishes. You're perfect, really. But I needed to finish a novel, and thanks be to God, I did! WOOT WOOT and WOOTY WOOT. The Child is currently with my agent, who is shopping it around to publishers.

I know that

Giving Thanks Anew

Hi, friends.I've been out of the blogging loop and devoting any extra writing time to my new novel. :) Can't talk about it yet, but I'll keep you posted.Thanksgiving is Thursday. In honor of a day devoted to gratitude, I thought I'd help you check in with Clara.Remember Clara? I just reread that first post and cried again, not any less hard than the day I wrote the words. (For the record, I did

One of These Days

My children are growing like crazy. I realize this is not a scientific discovery to shake our world as we know it but it's still a big deal to me. For one thing, their legs all seem super long. It's getting a bit scrunchy in a twin bed to read stories at night, which is nothing but fantastic as this forces them to let me hug them and say stuff to embarrass them like, "Your feet are enormous!" and

While I'll Never Make It In The Fashion Biz, Part Deux

True confession: I watch Project Runway. I don't watch a whole lot of TV, mostly because I'm very tired and irritable at night and I've found the best antidote to that condition is reading a good book and then falling asleep with it on my neck. But I do DVR Project Runway and I'm not sure if that makes me trashy or cool.

If there's one thing Project Runway has taught me it's that the line is

Should I Be Worried?

Thea prayed with me before bed tonight and then informed me that God was "this big." She made a big circle with her little arms.

I agreed. "At least that big, yes."

"And Goliath was this big." She made the circle incrementally smaller.

"Right. He was much smaller than God. But he made fun of God, didn't he?"

She nodded gravely. "He was very naughty." Pause. "God and Jesus wear cween (clean)

Perspective

Today's post is meant to encourage those of you who are in the depths of despair. Anne of Green Gables used this phrase and rather freely, though I'm not sure any of her despair really warranted such theatrics. Which is exactly why I love Anne of Green Gables and am still hoping my hair will turn red and that I can live in Nova Scotia with my bosom friend, Diana Barry. Raspberry cordial, anyone?

Act My Age

Can someone please clarify for me when I became a ma'am?

I am now fully a ma'am. As in, "Ma'am, is this your child we found running naked through the lobby?" Or "Ma'am, none of these clothes have been in fashion for the last decade. We cannot accept anything you own (or are presently wearing) at our consignment shop."



I feel like there was a limbo period for this. Wasn't there a time when I

Remember the Alamo

I have a very noticeable and alarming problem with remembering my life. I'm very serious about this. I cannot remember really important things, like where Marc and I went on our first date or the way my children sounded before they could say their "r's." I can't remember the names of friends with whom I shared a gazillion hours on choir trips in college, even when I see photos in my albums and we

Back At It

After a summer hiatus, I am revving back into our real lives. For those of you who follow this blog, and by that I mean Mom, thanks for your patience. I love you and will get you a really awesome Christmas present.

Isn't summer lovely? I did not miss the schedules, the running, the grabbing of almost-nutritious snacks as we rush out the door. And I most certainly did not miss making lunches.

I

And the winner is....

....BeachB! BeachB is the proud owner of a Nook! I used a random number generator (random.org) and have a marital witness to vouch for my process. (This is the man who, as a boy of six, made his mother stop the car so he could confront a nursing home about their frayed American flag. No cheating in this house, not with flag etiquette and not with random number generating.)Thank you, all who