Who says midwives aren't awesome?!

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Below are some of her comments on the pics: (notice the sock monkey on the top of the car in one pic!!) 

Tomorrow, at the Barnyard 400 Race, the red Ford Escort with the number "10" on it may possibly be driven by me! Sponsored by Faithful Guardians Midwifery Service. My sister, Donna Forcia has been known to say that I drive like an old lady....when I wasn't an old lady! Ashlee Marie ODell-Maxfield thinks I should do it!

 Here's my car! Jeff did such a great job on it! When we arrived we had more to do to it and it looked like I wouldn't be racing. But Jeff is not a quitter (he's been known to say, "Can't never could!"). And the other guys were great about helping. One guy went to work on the airbag and I saw him come walking over to Jeff with it in his hands....like, "Is this the part you wanted me to rip out for you?!" The encouragement they all gave was awesome.

I got talked into doing the last heat - "The Grudge Heat" and guess what?! I came in first!! I got purposely T-boned when there were only 2 of us left and for a split second I thought I was done! Then my brain said, "Get going!!" or maybe it was the crowd and so I took off and left that guy in the dust! It was a scary blast, that's for sure!

You all may be over this, but I will not be for a long time! And so here is another picture - I have tried uploading it since last night and it wouldn't go using my phone. This one shows where I took the hit in the Grudge Heat - the one that I was in, w/out having a grudge against anyone....until he hit me! He had fun coming over a...nd chatting with me and razing me about it afterwards, too! I said, "Were you just messing with me for fun before you let me win?" He smiled and said, "NO! I was trying to get you out of my *expletive* way!!" Well, I guess I showed him! Maybe a demolition derby is next!

Invincibility theory

I... AM... INVINCIBLE!..........dam....
Ummm, I'm thinking ya need to work on that a little.

Stirring the pot a little

Birth

Birth is a guaranteed cash cow for local hospitals. Therefore,
they don't like homebirth, which is a safe and much more enjoy-
able experience, because this cuts into their profit
margins.

Regrettably, mothers are conditioned to fear birth
by the medical establishment and even other mothers
who go on about how their labor was 4 billion years
long. Birth, in our country, is treated like a pathology
instead of a normal function of the woman's body.
Women are designed quite well for this process. Now,
if a man were pregnant, then it should be treated as
a pathology. The medical establishment, as a whole,
undermines the mother's confidence to go thru this
process and trains her to doubt herself. Fear is induced
in her thinking. This causes her to become tense and
makes the labor much harder.

On occasion, a hospital is necessary. But as a rule,
homebirth is safer.

Morning

As the sun ascends the eastern precipice, it brings with it a rucksack full of possibilities.
Some, we will enjoy and some we will regret.
But for the moment, we relish the serenity...

BACON......it's what's for breakfast......lunch......dinner......
         and all snacks in between

On boredom

Sometimes, humans bore me into a listless stupor.
Whiskers

The Lady of Lamey Lane

                        ~CONCERNING THE LADY OF LAMEY LANE~

The sun rousts itself about, blearily peeking through crusty eyes

Over the tops of spindly yellow pines along highway 15.

Nothing in particular arrests its attention

As it wonders where its Florida orange juice is.

A threatening chill tethers itself to the October morning air,

Just its timely reminder that January's cold plods near.

To the southwest, clouds mull about, making a shallow pretense

Of the possibility of an afternoon squall.

But, as a pleasant matter of routine,

An elderly lady with cane obtains her paper

And then rests on her front porch with her coffee.

She is a reminder that not all are sucked into the vortex

                   of hellbent change.

Flowers and plants of various satisfying descriptions

Look over her shoulder and read yesterday's events with her.

And most comfortably kicked-back with her at the tempered glass table

Is the One who stirred and nurtured in her

The desire for the surrounding beauty.

His eyes sparkle at the magnificence here

          that declares the presence of His glory;

But sitting and sipping, she seems to be unaware

Of the One who has always been there with her.

                          Yet, He remembers the varied times.

Effortlessly, He recalls her birth in the Soo

On a forlornly, cold February day that lacked

          any resonance of hope,

Even the freighters despaired another passage of the Locks.

Who showed any definite interest in her entrance on this play of life?

Only those in the room noticed, and some with mirthless concern.

                          But He had great joy over her birth.

A tear traces His rutted cheeks

As He looks up and down the empty,

Graveled Alaskan Highway, and then He kneels

          to help her cook a simple supper

          on the roadside.

He giggles as He watches her faces

As another son learns to walk;

And warmth fills His soul as He listens

To her comfort the broken heart of her oldest son.

The nights of retching emptiness come.

Faithfully, He sits with her as she lay

          destroyed on her bed.

(And if the lady would remember,

She would recall the constant touch of a warm hand

          upon hers.)

Now,He rests with her on the front porch.

Ahhh, she has had a fruitful life in spite of the weeds.

As He exhales a sigh, the flower stirs on the table.

The lady looks up from the Daily Living section,

Puzzled, for the breeze had played itself out earlier.

For a moment, she believes that someone is actually

          sitting to her left.

Somewhat startled, but at ease,

She leans back and looks at the chair next to her.

Sweet thoughts flood her mind:

          "Come unto Me, Virginia, for you are weary and I will give you rest.

           My gift I freely give to you and My love is like no other.

           Call only upon Me, and you will be blessed.

           For I have never left you, nor forsaken you."

Tears stream down her cheeks and drip onto the glass table.

And the sun has found something to arrest its attention. . . . .

                                                With love,

                                                Ernie

                                                February 16, 2004