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So.... just got back from the city's 4th of July Parade. My sister was at the very front with the other City Royalty. We got up and jumped around cheering for her and the other girls then stayed up to cheer for the high school colorguard, band, and orchestra. The orchestra (spelled oRcHeStra on the banner for RHS high school) even had a sign on the back of their float that said something like "Congrats Audrey! 1st Attendant! RHS Violist!" It was pretty exciting. Or course, I'm the one who saw it because apparently my family is blind and none of them ever see stuff. (I'm always pointing things out to my family for them to look at because they're all to busy to actually look around them.) The parade was fun, but I wonder if it's a purely American thing or if other countries have parades to celebrate their country, rodeos, and demolition derbies (my favorite summertime event).
After the parade we came home for A to change and to grab some blankets then it was back to the city park to find a bit of grass to park ourselves on to watch The Movie in the Park that's part of Town Days. This year the movie was How to Train Your Dragon so I actually went. I'm pretty sure that's my favorite movie. I mean, I haven't even seen Wrath of Khan or Voyage Home as many times as I've seen HTTYD.
Anyway, I can't actually spend a movie or a TV show just watching it and nothing else; I have to be doing something (preferably Minesweeper) while I watch, so I was bored before the movie was 15 minutes in. I ended up throwing broken-up pretzels at my brothers the whole time. I'm sad to say I have really poor aim and more pretzels landed in the bucket they were leaning against than on their heads. After the movie was over the boys and I were goofing off (god I'm such a child) and running around a bit. We continued throwing pretzels at each other because there were so many pretzel bits all over the blankets but then Dad freaked out and yelled "Stop!" He grabbed the front of T's shirt (like you see in TV and movies) and yanked on it. "I said stop!" he hissed at T, then stormed off to finish collecting the blankets. Poor T happened to be wearing his favorite shirt and now the neck is all stretched out. I told Dad "You just ruined his favorite shirt" and all dad said was "So?" Needless to say, the drive home was awkward.
Seriously? "So"? He makes me furious. He preaches and lectures on control then goes and does something llike that? I don't think so. I've tried telling my mom that he needs some kind of anger management, but she plays the part of the dutiful wife and dismisses me, instead just apologizing profusely for his (mis)conduct and sscooting into the background. It's infuriating. I almost yelled at him about it, but I'm honestly a little terrified of him. Once I wore a thin little beaded choker made with stretchy elastic wire and he threw me against the wall before ripping it off (a gift from a friend right before we moved here) and yelled that he didn't like the way I was dressing and that I was going to Hell.
I don't really have the words to express how angry I am at him. I just... I know it's not something I should sy or even think about because some people actually have this challenge to overcome, but sometimes I wish he'd just go away and let the rest of the family do our own thing. He's so authoritarian and "I'm the boss" that none of us children have learned to do anything for ourselves, including growing a spine in the face of an adult's disapproval and anger.
I'm sorry. It's just been a really fun day spoiled by my Dad's stupid attitude problems.
After the parade we came home for A to change and to grab some blankets then it was back to the city park to find a bit of grass to park ourselves on to watch The Movie in the Park that's part of Town Days. This year the movie was How to Train Your Dragon so I actually went. I'm pretty sure that's my favorite movie. I mean, I haven't even seen Wrath of Khan or Voyage Home as many times as I've seen HTTYD.
Anyway, I can't actually spend a movie or a TV show just watching it and nothing else; I have to be doing something (preferably Minesweeper) while I watch, so I was bored before the movie was 15 minutes in. I ended up throwing broken-up pretzels at my brothers the whole time. I'm sad to say I have really poor aim and more pretzels landed in the bucket they were leaning against than on their heads. After the movie was over the boys and I were goofing off (god I'm such a child) and running around a bit. We continued throwing pretzels at each other because there were so many pretzel bits all over the blankets but then Dad freaked out and yelled "Stop!" He grabbed the front of T's shirt (like you see in TV and movies) and yanked on it. "I said stop!" he hissed at T, then stormed off to finish collecting the blankets. Poor T happened to be wearing his favorite shirt and now the neck is all stretched out. I told Dad "You just ruined his favorite shirt" and all dad said was "So?" Needless to say, the drive home was awkward.
Seriously? "So"? He makes me furious. He preaches and lectures on control then goes and does something llike that? I don't think so. I've tried telling my mom that he needs some kind of anger management, but she plays the part of the dutiful wife and dismisses me, instead just apologizing profusely for his (mis)conduct and sscooting into the background. It's infuriating. I almost yelled at him about it, but I'm honestly a little terrified of him. Once I wore a thin little beaded choker made with stretchy elastic wire and he threw me against the wall before ripping it off (a gift from a friend right before we moved here) and yelled that he didn't like the way I was dressing and that I was going to Hell.
I don't really have the words to express how angry I am at him. I just... I know it's not something I should sy or even think about because some people actually have this challenge to overcome, but sometimes I wish he'd just go away and let the rest of the family do our own thing. He's so authoritarian and "I'm the boss" that none of us children have learned to do anything for ourselves, including growing a spine in the face of an adult's disapproval and anger.
I'm sorry. It's just been a really fun day spoiled by my Dad's stupid attitude problems.