A worthwhile blog (and a good laugh) February 15, 2008
Posted by Karen Joy in Blogging, Marriage, Political Thought.2 comments
WordPress has a handy stats page that lets me know where links are posted which allow folks to find me. I often know the person who is linking to my blog, but when I don’t, I usually visit the page, always finding bright, reasonable, charming, clever folks. You know, great minds… 
By this method, I found a blog that is definitely worth a visit, especially if you’re pro-chastity, secondarily if you’re pro-life, and very secondarily if you’re Catholic. (I’m two out of three.) It’s the blog home of Dawn Eden, an author and activist for saving sex for marriage.
I was a virgin when I married, and in my 13 years of marriage, have met maybe three other women who were likewise. It’s an appallingly small percentage of woman who keep themselves for their husband, even amongst Christians.
In addition, on Dawn’s website, I found this graphic that made me literally laugh out loud. I hooted, actually.
Enjoy!
There’s nothing that’ll quicken a mother’s heartbeat like… February 15, 2008
Posted by Karen Joy in Medical Stuff, Motherhood, Scary stuff, The Dear Hubby, The Kids.4 comments
…walking out of the bathroom to find your six-year-old son in sobbing tears, finger plugging his ear, crying that it, “Really, really hurts.” Looking at her son, the mother notices a small trickle of blood, easing its way out of her son’s ear, and down his jawline.
It was like a punch to the gut. There is something eerily unnatural about seeing blood dripping from the ear.
Twenty-five minutes later, we were all on our way to the ER.
To my great thankfulness, my husband met us there, meaning that I didn’t have to herd four children into triage, etc.
It turns out that Wesley punctured his the bottom part of his eardrum (with a Q-tip he “just found” in his bed). This was actually really good news, because it turns out that the wee bones that make it possible to hear are just beyond the top part of the eardrum.
So, it doesn’t appear that Wesley has done any permanent damage to his ear, thanks be to God. And, now he understands why his parents never let him clean his own ears.
That sight of blood trickling from his ear is, I think, forever embedded in my memory.
