Apparently I haven't blogged since 2010, and technically I didn't even write that one. The last one I wrote... 2008! Wow. This gives me a lot of catching up to do! So, where should I begin? Well we had our second child, Emma, on April 3, 2011. We are now officially taking on the opposition one-on-one. Hand-to-hand combat is now a necessary skill!
Emma Madyson Felker
Some days we win, some days they win. I've determined that 3 year olds would make great terrorist negotiators. 3 year olds, and any child between the ages of 12 and 18. I'm currently in talks with the Dept. of Defense about this. Oh those terrorists would be begging for some water boarding! On a positive note, being a parent is awesome! Being a dad is probably the hardest, yet most rewarding thing I've ever done. But still, some days I'm just waiting for someone to walk in and say they're here to pick up their kids. Do you ever have those days? Where you KNOW you're a parent, but it still for some reason hasn't completely sunk in yet? You would think that with having two kids this wouldn't be an issue, but I still have those days sometimes. Then I remember they're my kids and I feed them. I'm careful though because I'm convinced that if I feed them after midnight they'll turn into gremlins and no one wants that.
I have a strange obsession with the military. I'm not sure why. I certainly didn't have this obsession when I was 18! I wanted nothing to do with the military then. Now that I'm pretty much too old for any branch to accept me though I'm all into it. I think being a trainer made me realize how much I truly enjoy helping people and I think serving in any branch of the military is the top of the totem pole of helpfulness. That may be why I have a new found interest in the military. Well... that and the crazy workouts I assume you do during training. Being a trainer also made me realize I'm a bit of a masochist. I've also realized that 9 out of 10 people are lazy. Just plain ol no way around it LAZY! The reaction I get when asking someone to train or workout with me, you'd think I'd just asked them to sign up for the draft to be shipped off to Afghanistan. "Oh, well.... I would BUUTTT.... I'm having a root canal that day. Oh and the next day I'm having a colonoscopy. So I'm booked all week! Sorry!"
I think I have problems dealing with death. At least the deaths of those close to me. I lost my best friend and my dad within the same year and I'm pretty sure I have some issues deep down about that. Ava asked me one day where my daddy was and it was like she'd stuck a steak knife in my chest. I was just frozen. I couldn't/didn't want to respond. So I did the next best thing. I changed the subject. Not only can I not talk about it though, I also don't like other people to talk about it. It makes me uncomfortable. I think I'm stuck in the denial stage. Like if I don't visit the graves or acknowledge that anything ever happened then everything will be ok. I know that's not true though. I thought typing about this instead of talking about it would be easier, but it's not really so I'm stopping now.
Oh, the other big news is that we moved! Yay! We moved from metro Atlanta to..... dum-dum-dum.... Butler. Talk about a culture shock! I'm not sure if the first day living in the Atlanta area was worse, or the first day trying to adjust back to small town living. They're both pretty ridiculous. The move has been kind of a catch-22. We're closer to friends and family now, but my work went from doing pretty well and growing every month, to pretty much non-existent. I figured it would be hard down here, but it's been three months and I still have zero clients. ZERO! So to make up for it I've been picking up pretty much any odd job I can to make a little extra money for the family and to feel like I'm "earning my keep." I heard about this guy one time that started a gentleman's service, not like a gigolo service, but a gentleman's service. Women who were single, lonely, or just wanted some company would contact him and pay him to go out to dinner with them, talk to them, listen to them, open doors for them, and basically just treat them like a lady. At the end of the "date" he would go back home to his wife. That's right... his wife! Not only was she ok with this concept, she did his scheduling! And this guy made a decent living on the side like this! This of course has made me wonder if something like that would work in this area? I'm a faithful husband, but there's no cheating so that's not an issue. I like dinner. I like meeting new people, spending one-on-one time with them and getting to know them. I think it could work, at least on my end.
Well I think this pretty much wraps things up for now. If you've hung in with all of this craziness for this long then you deserve a virtual donut. Enjoy!