What a Weekend…

I went home to spend Father’s Day weekend ith my family, instead of going to the Greek Picnic/Birthday Bash in ATL. I’m glad I took the time to spend with my family instead of going to be around people who would tease me about trying to do the right thing and stay on the straight and narrow path of Christianity. The funny thing about it was although I did go home, it was easier to be good, but still there was a struggle with my flesh….

Friday evening when I arrived to my home town my mom invited me to go to a church members/family friends engagement party. Nice and wholesome right? Not! I was the youngest person at the party, and boy did I get an earful. I heard story after story about how they went to see this stipper called ‘For Play’ and how he flippped them and dipped them and how they felt him up and all kinds of stuff. Then two short ladies who were sisters walked in and they were some straight gangstas’. I listened as they went on and on as one told a story about how her car got stolen and she found somebody driving it and took them on a high speed chase with amunition! Finally she said after a couple returns of bullets, they jumped out of the car and it ran into a fence. They both were saying how they own guns and are not afraid to shoot them and cursed like sailors. It’s sad but I found humor in their shananagans. Then here comes the alcholic beverages (Yay for me I declined!!!). It was quite interesting to see these extra grown women in play. When the party was over we went outside to see the two sisters hop into Magnums and Crown Victorias with expensive paint jobs and rims were 24 inches high…hilarious!

Saturday I went to my little brothers basketball game and watched as he played little defense which gave my hot tempered dad sky high blood pressure and he screamed and embarassed us once again in the middle of the basketball court during half time. I really wish he would calm down. I hope he doesn’t die hollering. We went home and heard it some more form my dad who can never seem to let things go, especially things that don’t matter like stupid little leage basketball games. Then he asks my mom and I…”Did I go to far?”…a trick question, because if you don’t agree he goes on and on trying to justify his actions and if you do he goes on some more to take jabs at my little brother calling him a sissy and all that kinds of crap. It really ticks me off to be quite honest, the more I see of this behavior from my dad, the more I convince myself that I WILL NEVER MARRY A MAN LIKE HIM. Sure he’s a great provider and protector, but that’s not what you remember as a child you remember the comforting times when you were hurting and the times you could confide in your parents, all those material things pass away. Besides I’ll be graduating in less than a year and I’ll be and engineer. Money? who cares? I’ll have that in my marraige. What else can you bring to the table?

 

Saturday night I went to visit my best friend in the world Ashley. I love Ashley, she knows more about me than my own mother. We went to here cousins house to see her new baby. We sat there for hours and talked about babies and stuff. She told us how painful her recent birth was and I was like “Oh Hell no!”..please excuse my French. It made me want to get a surrogate mother.LOL. When we left, I went to get my grumpy dad a Father’s Day gift and went back to my parents house.

Sunday I went to the eight o’clock service with my mom, while my dad skipped to go fishing. The pastor talked about men and fathers…you know,the usual fathers day sermon in a Baptist church urging men to take care of their responsiblilties and take thier rightful place in the home etc. etc.Mom and I cooked and we ate dinner, that’s about it.

Monday morning, I hit the road again to head back to my HOT apartment (thermostat read 90 degrees). Tried get some sleep, emphasis on the word TRIED. and now I’m here at work again. I’m going to the gym today, then Bible study afterward, a pretty eventful evening…for me atleast.

You’ve been officially updated!

Peace