XXXI: Out of Sync


Today, as a whole, made absolutely no sense. It was some disastrous day, but man…it was a strange, very long one.

Note: Grab popcorn

Now, I love my job. It’s fun, exciting, and challenging. It is a job where I forget that, well, it’s a job. However, to access the office that is so dear to my heart it requires a 86 mile one way trip. Even with my lovely little Mazda3 that’s still a lot of ground to cover, nearing 180 miles a day. That means we, as a family, spend a lot of money on fuel. Continue reading

XXXI: Elite


Currently: Into the evening ritual that includes laying my feet upon pieces of ice for twenty minutes at a time. This can only mean on thing…
…story time.

While I’m stuck on the couch for the next hour-or-so, there was a story that came to mind that felt needing to be shared with you, the reader. A bit of a taste of what “XXXI” is about, its strange intent, ideas, and images. Sadly, it tends to revolve around one word that, over the years, I have grown to strongly despise: Elite. Continue reading

XXXI: Arkansas


I’m still recovering after a blitz of a three day journey. From departing northwest Missouri, to running through the beautiful mountainous area of Arkansas, to a quick peek at the progress in Joplin, Missouri three years after their tornado; it was nice to get out, get active, and in the end it was still nice to get home.

As goes travel journals, all of them are linked, connected, and everything else in between for your viewing pleasure.

-D-

Mobile Minutes: Arkansas Part VI


Way too early…
Darco & I packed the blender just for this morning. I actually brought ingredients down for my morning protein smoothie.

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Not. Kidding.

After the smoothie, we checked out, visited the family, ate waffles, and left around 1:00 PM.

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Pack mule needs to eat.

Upon returning to Missouri, MC, Jim, and Darco talked. I fell asleep in the back for several hours. Two nights on hard beds and one race later and my body was spent.

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Ambient noise...

Once we arrived home. Darco & I crashed for a few hours before getting up, dressed, and ready for the opening of a new club in Kansas City.
One stop at Minskey’s Pizza later, and we were off to the club.

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So, so close...

However, as it turns out, VIP or not…you must be 21+ to enter. Darco is 20 for two more weeks. At 11:00 PM we left the city, not seeing the inside of ONE% Kansas City, and finally ending our trip in bed.

Currently, wife is asleep next to me, the dark one is asleep at my feet, and I’m shutting down myself.

Sleep…
Bed…
Home…

-D-

Mobile Minutes: Arkansas Part III


Made it…
But first.
A quick distraction at lunch. We were eating in Joplin, Missouri and I hijacked the road trip to show MC and Jim the area that was destroyed by the tornado a few years ago. I was there the day after, and Darco came a year later on a mission trip. I have two photos I’d like to share with you:

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Joplin High School: 2011

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Joplin High School: 2014

Absolutely massive new high school. It’s mind blowing to think that I once had a job interview with that school. It was so encouraging to see the ongoing progress for this city that has gone through so much.

Big thanks to Kansas City Bravery Clothing for an epic tank.

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Yes, thinking about the sun can burn my skin.

Darco and I grabbed our race packets down in Fayetteville (including a complimentary pint glass from a local brewery), and headed back to the family reunion.

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She's a cutie...

About an hour later I was in the back patio watching a fire, thinking about the race tomorrow.

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Now…after some quick grapes, it’s time for bed. Running comes early tomorrow.

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-D-

Mobile Minutes: Arkansas Part I


It’s that time of night. Running around cleaning and packing.

Darco & I are off to Arkansas with MC & Jim for the rest of the week. This is due to a family reunion…and a race at the same time. We’re taking the Mazda3 with us, it’s been thoroughly cleaned, along with some epic comfortable clothes.

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New floor mats!

I’m falling asleep, so…on the road tomorrow!

-D-

#getyourpraiseon


I suppose this should be over at God’s Not Fat, but I think it’s worth putting on this page:

As the weeks draw to a close for “XO”, I’ve started to do some mental and physical preparation for the next chapter. These past few days provided me with a good example of where the next chapter will go.

I have a tragic announcement; something that MC will gleefully enjoy. I just broke the news to Darco a few minutes ago.

Ladies and gentlemen…

I can no longer fit into large t-shirts. They are too small.
Too small in the back and the shoulders.

Let that sink in for a moment and you’ll understand why this definitely a “getyourpraiseon” moment.

-D-

XO: @godsnotfat


Thank you divorce!
Not something I’d ever think to say in real life, but in this case…true.
When my ex-wife departed it kick started a sensation in me that I had hidden in a closet for years. A dark secret that I was fearful of letting anyone, even my parents, know about.

I love running.

One mile, two miles, five miles, more? It’s the pace, the muscles, the tempo, the fluid movements of the body working in harmony for one purpose; to run.

Soccer took its toll, I gained weight and backed off running a lot. Moving into the city didn’t help as I hate running with traffic.

However, over the past few months I’ve stopped at MC and Jim’s house after work, throw some shorts on, and take off through the cornfields. I just really like to run, it’s a hobby that’s desirable to me.

A few weeks ago Darco and I even did back-to-back 5K races in Missouri and Kansas (she broke her personal record). That, mixed with a supply box from ALO drink, got us thinking on a new family project:

God’s Not Fat.

The context is simple.

Faith, fitness, and food: Living the way God designed.

Through our personal journeys, along with others, we are striving to show Christians that God expects us to take care of what He’s given us. From Darco and her gluten free meals, to myself on the open road, we just want to be real people working on a well known topic.

I’m excited, Darco is also, for this new adventure. Follow God’s Not Fat on WordPress, Twitter, and Instagram.

More information at a later date!

-D-

#getyourpraiseon


…these are days that you’ll cherish for years to come…

It was Mother’s Day, just a few hours ago.
Mother’s Day was a good day in the Daugherty household.

The day was spent enjoying KC Strip steaks, potatoes, iced tea, and family. I spent the afternoon with MC signing her up for social media courses through Digital Royalty, and ensured that she was able to actually tweet on Twitter.

The late afternoon brought more laughs, Pepsi, and a trip to the local flower farm down the road from my parents house. The evening finished up with harvesting some home grown lettuce, kale, and mustard plants for salads this week. It was windy, warm, and overall a perfect day.

Everyone got along. The food was fantastic. I was even able to slip in to steal a photo for the memory pages of life:

MC and myself next to a pond and flowers on Mother's Day 2014.

MC and myself next to a pond and flowers on Mother’s Day 2014.

That’s a pretty good day in my book; I hope it was even better for MC.

-D-

XO: Questioning Leadership


There are just some things in life that take place of which nothing can compare you for. I guess I’m supposed to say that, that is ‘part of life’, but sometimes life makes no sense.

Sometimes family can be the catalyst, and recently that’s been a serious issue. By serious please know that I’m not talking about bickering, gossip, and the other trivial garbage that takes place within DNA strands, but serious problems.

Last year, the week that Darco and I got married, my mother-in-law was evicted from her home. Resulting in Darco, myself, MC, and Jim cleaning up a house that she vacated [and a cat she abandoned]. She moved up north with family, and I had assumed that, that was how life was going to move. This, of course, was after she wound in the hospital last February due to not being able to move CO2 out of her body at a quick enough pace. Understand that Darco is her only daughter, and the only family member that’ll stick their neck for her.

thought this was the pattern life would be in, and we could focus on each other and move forward. Until earlier this week, along with all the stupid stuff I spoke of earlier, I received a distraught phone call from my wife. She explained to me that my mother-in-law had been kicked out of the house she was staying in, and was now planning on living in her Jeep in the city.

I. Am. Not. Making. This. Up.

This individual is diabetic, and also needs a breathing machine at night. She can’t stay with us because she can’t physically get up all of our stairs. We learned yesterday that she’d been lying about where her disability checks were going [to a random scam artist via Facebook]. My wife is a complete disaster; I mean an emotional mess, it’s sickening and saddening. As the husband, as the leader of the household…I have no idea what to do.

Unfortunately I come from a position where there’s little sympathy for people who purposefully make these decisions, and refuse to be assisted by anyone else. It’s along the lines of someone standing on the side of the highway with a sign reading, “anything helps”; I’ve witnessed people offer to buy food, a meal, etc…but many just want money. This is a terrible example of the same thing that’s going on with our family.

As you could imagine; the level of stress from this constant drama is unbelievable. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to say. I’m supposed to lead, and I’m clueless. We’re not made of money, and we’re barely making it on our own at this point. I’ve been in a position without a life [see page one], I’ve stolen food from motels for meals before, but I tried my hardest to get back on my feet and I was in my early twenties; not my late forties.

It’s also frustrating to see this take place leading up to Mother’s Day. I’ve seen my wife get lied to over, and over, and over again by the same person. She has a heart for people that few, if any, will ever be able to reach in size. Because of that, every time her eyes are opened to the truth, her heart is broken all over again. I’m supposed to protect her from that, but does mean I protect her from her own mother? I don’t know the answer. I know that I’ve had to deal with anger and bitterness as of late because I hate seeing people take advantage of others, but I’m not sure where I’m supposed to step in. What’s my position? What’s my authority? Any? I don’t know.

I know that as always, though not always my favorite, prayer is the best tool we have. In times like this, it’s about the only tool we have.

I confess: I’m growing weary of life’s struggles.

-D-