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I write novels, eat dark chocolate, raise three children, love my husband, scrub toilets, ignore the laundry, and love a good story, but hardly ever in that order.



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Friday, May 29, 2009

Things They Don't Tell A Girl

When I got pregnant with our first child, I thought it best to approach the new experience with a shout-out to my comfort zone: reading with all the geekiness I could muster. Yet in the pages of What to Expect, How To Raise Perfect Children, and Make Them Love You, I seem to have missed SCADS of information that is known by other moms but not disclosed for fear that the human race will stop its procreation on a dime and be stuck only with the people presently alive and running the country.

Things They Don’t Tell a Girl #1: Personal dignity leaves with the placenta.

Some might argue this occurs months before, and they’d have a good point. But what about all the years after the delivery days? Case in point: This Sunday, I’m singing in church. Our rehearsal was Tuesday night. Moments before I was to leave the house (CLICKING my heels, by the way, to be en route to a semi-social, adult event! Yee haw!), I took stock of my image in the mirror for the first time since that morning. I had hives. Something related to gardening and a culpable resin which led to red, itchy, swell-y things all over my neck, arms, and face. The hives weren’t the surprise that night. But when I touched one of the more conspicuous ones on my chin, it started to bleed like a stuck pig (sorry—Iowa image). UNCONTROLLABLY. Minutes before my departure for two hours in the real world.

I searched the house over for a Band-Aid that was age-appropriate. The Holy Grail would have been one of those little circle things, flesh colored, demure. I located Dora the Explorer, The Amazing Spider Man, Barbie….No flesh circle. So this is how I looked when I showed up to rehearse leading a congregation in undistracted, focused, Jesus-lovin’ worship:


Nice, right? Here’s a close-up, since I know you’re wanting to see more of the follicles on my chin:



I’ll have you know that my husband took these photos, but it took him awhile because he kept saying in response to my facial expressions, “Um, scary. Kim, that’s scary.” This is what ten years of marriage does to verbal communication.

So here’s to a hive-free week for you, wherever you are. May your chins be blemish and rash free and may your husband look lovingly on your face and pronounce you not the scariest but the fairest of them all.

 Spouse's Editorial Note: I used the word "scary" in its nicest meaning. We have a good marriage.

Author's Retort: Not sure how often the spouse will be allowed to edit.


  1. Really sorry I missed this in person! Very grateful hubby took pictures. :)

  2. Love the fact the pictures were taken AND posted on the blog. But loving even more that you have a blog now!

  3. So excited to be reading your blog! LOVE IT!!!! By the way...when oh when is our next girls night out? I want to laugh until I cry again with you! LOL :)

  4. I have to laugh - I think I grossed out Laura E. at practice years ago asking if she thought the wasp bite reaction on my leg looked normal - I went to the Dr. next day!
    I've added you blog to my list :).

  5. This reminds me of a Hannah Montana episode my teenagers watched. Where Hannah tries to cover up a blemish on a billboard to save face.

    You are the real deal, Kim. And I can so relate to losing all dignity with the birth of your first child. Not a time I like to remember at all.

  6. HEY KIM!! I missed seeing you and your family last week when you made a quick visit to the Springs. But, am so glad you are blogging. I can now read your funny thoughts, more often!!