Drill Competition and JR
Oh dearie me.
Tonight, there was a Pathfinder's drill competition. It. Was. FRIKKIN. AWESOME. Orion was GREAT! They got SECOND place and the score was so close between first and second. Holy cow. It was crazy! The clubs had to prepare a fancy drill and so it was a lot of fun, lots of entertainment was added.
On the way back though, was when the trouble started. Yiaiaia. Our family had left right after the prayer while everyone was still hanging and congradulating each other. Mom made a careless comment about how she heard they were celebrating. Of course, me and jr got upset. of course we would want to party with the youth after they just won second place! And here was mom saying casually 'Oh hey, i heard they were all going to celebrate. oh well.' So me and jr are in a state of 'what the heck kinda of parents are you?' and jimmy starts crying bc of a harsh thing that JR says (stop looking at me). So the long car ride home was filled with tension, anger, and animosity.
JR seriously needs to grow up. He's got a frikkin hot temper and he doesn't show respect to our rents. What a stupid kid. He acts like he can do anything and everything he was, frikking asswipe. I wish they'd send him to the philippines so he can learn some manners. I'll just pray for him, but half the time, i want to beat his little punk fuck head in and knock some sense into him. He's turning into one of these canadian kid assholes. I think he'd hit mom if he really got angry, stupid kid right? Arg.
Mom also has to learn, the things she does sometimes. I swear, it's like she doesn't even think about the consequences. It makes us crazy. She's gone really soft, i think she's just tired of it all.
I think there's no respect, cuz there's no dicipline. I hope Jim turns out alright. Just pray. I'm scared of what will happen when i leave for res next year. I was basically the peacemaker in the car, mediator if you will, cuz JR can't talk with his freaking hot head or he'll hit someone and mom can't talk without make the other person more frusterated. I need to get away, but mom needs more of a break then I do. *big big sigh* Just leave it to God, right?
Tonight, there was a Pathfinder's drill competition. It. Was. FRIKKIN. AWESOME. Orion was GREAT! They got SECOND place and the score was so close between first and second. Holy cow. It was crazy! The clubs had to prepare a fancy drill and so it was a lot of fun, lots of entertainment was added.
On the way back though, was when the trouble started. Yiaiaia. Our family had left right after the prayer while everyone was still hanging and congradulating each other. Mom made a careless comment about how she heard they were celebrating. Of course, me and jr got upset. of course we would want to party with the youth after they just won second place! And here was mom saying casually 'Oh hey, i heard they were all going to celebrate. oh well.' So me and jr are in a state of 'what the heck kinda of parents are you?' and jimmy starts crying bc of a harsh thing that JR says (stop looking at me). So the long car ride home was filled with tension, anger, and animosity.
JR seriously needs to grow up. He's got a frikkin hot temper and he doesn't show respect to our rents. What a stupid kid. He acts like he can do anything and everything he was, frikking asswipe. I wish they'd send him to the philippines so he can learn some manners. I'll just pray for him, but half the time, i want to beat his little punk fuck head in and knock some sense into him. He's turning into one of these canadian kid assholes. I think he'd hit mom if he really got angry, stupid kid right? Arg.
Mom also has to learn, the things she does sometimes. I swear, it's like she doesn't even think about the consequences. It makes us crazy. She's gone really soft, i think she's just tired of it all.
I think there's no respect, cuz there's no dicipline. I hope Jim turns out alright. Just pray. I'm scared of what will happen when i leave for res next year. I was basically the peacemaker in the car, mediator if you will, cuz JR can't talk with his freaking hot head or he'll hit someone and mom can't talk without make the other person more frusterated. I need to get away, but mom needs more of a break then I do. *big big sigh* Just leave it to God, right?