This is not a april fools joke

Now, i'm not saying my Dad isn't a 'Holy Man' or anything like that, but he loses his temper oh-so-easily, which probably isn't the best thing if tons of people find you as an authoritative figure.

Yesterday, (Every Tuesday) I, set up for the ladies luncheon. Most of the time, by myself. I set all the tables up, bring the chairs, set up the food table, put down tablecloths, I make sure everything looks handy-dandy. Then, while everyone is eating, I sit in the back office, and do the rest of the data-entry I do for my job, with a plate of Indian food on the desk, and then I clean up from the ladies luncheon. It's my job, and i do it.

Well, today, afterwards all that happened, me and my Mom rushed out the door, to go to the south-side of Chicago, to go visit Rusty Taylor, who is doing the catering for my sisters bridal shower, we had to go shopping with her, which ultimately took 5 hours, of hauling 20 packages of Chicken, 8 bags of potatoes, 20-2 litres of 7-up, and big cans of pineapple juice, in the hail and the rain (I know, i'm REALLY justifying myself here) up her gagillion steep steps up to her house.
Afterwards, (It was about 10 at night) we drove home, to a house filled with people, who were helping Jessica write out the envelopes for her wedding invitations.
Most of the people left, and the rest of us had a good time laughing our heads off while we played youtube videos of stand-up comedy while writing out things, and eating.
About 1am, my Dad came in, and started half-yelling at my Mom about how she parked in our back parking space, and how my Dad had to circle around for 10 minutes to find a parking spot, (only one block away) in front of everybody. Now, I get really pissed off when our family starts any kind of fight in front of company... I sat there, and listened, and then I spoke, while trying to keep my calmest, and sweetest voice, and I honestly didn't think he would be angry.

"Oh Dad, i'm sorry that happened, we had a really hard day too, we did all the shopping with Rusty today, we had to carry in food for 100 people up to her house and everything...." (Btw, I'm not really just making it sound all juicy-nicey and everything, I REALLY did say it like that, I have proof from about 7 people)

"What does that have to do with anything Evie?! I had a long day too! I had a vision trip* at the friendship center, and I had to clean there too! I had a **AGREEMENT with your Mother that whoever came home the latest would park in the back! So, it's YOUR JOB to SHUT THE HELL UP and be SEEN and NOT HEARD like you're SUPPOSED to be DOING." (He really was getting heated about this)

So what was my reply? "Good night everyone." (Which really was the best answer in my opinion...) And, I went up stairs, brushed my teeth, and sat on my bed, and watched t.v. My two of my biggest motto's in life, is to never go to bed angry, and to have grace and look at both sides of things. So, I forgot about it by the time my sister came up.

Well, about a 30 minutes later, Jessica came upstairs and knocked on my bedroom door, and told me what happened afterwards. I guess, what happened was that after I went upstairs, everyone was really quiet just looking at everybody else, for about 5 minutes. Then Jessica and Matt started telling my Dad it was wrong for him to say things like that and everything. And my Dad got kinda pissed off, and, well, yeah.

My Dad is one of those people that loses his temper way too easily, and well, I don't. Our personality's clash SOO much it's not even funny. He always seems to do this to me in public too, which then I have embarrassing questions from people worried, asking, "Do you have significant problems with your Dad?" or "Do you need help honey?"

Now, the reason i'm writing this out, and showing the world this, is because my Dad chooses to lose his temper in public so often, then I might as well tell the people who think my Dad is the ultimate-being of this world, that he might be all that great. This isn't the biggest thing he has done, but ohhh boy, does it piss me off. I thought I should write about it.
Last night, I was pretty over it, but then I got a little bit angry about the thought of why I try so hard to make him happy. He rarely ever says he is proud of me, or anything like that, He doesn't smile when i'm around, and he always just seems really pissed off. I know he has a hard time with stress and everything, but really, if you're stressed out about something don't blame your family for it. It's your own problems. Sometimes I feel like i'm the stressed out parent and he is the hormonal teen. I know. Laugh, It's crazy. But I do so much crap around this house that I feel like my parents should be taking care of. I always make myself look the nicest, and say the most lovely things about my parents ministry, and my church, and myself, and my parents, and accept compliments, and prayer, and try to be the perfect MK like I was trained up to be. Maybe it's a season with God, and I just need to learn. Gosh I hope so.




*Vision Trips: Okay, if you don't know what the crap that is, it's where people from all over the united states come up, and go around little India, to see if their 'called there' or what-not, and my Dad gives them a lesson, and then he hands them a piece of paper, and then they feed him. That's it. But every time my Dad mentions it, he makes it sound like it's the hardest thing in the world, and he deserves the world for it. Now, I guess it could be harder, but I sat with my Dad for lots of these things, and from what i get out of it, that's what he does.

**The "agreement" he had with my Mom, was that exactly, except he breaks that agreement continually, he says he is tired and that he didn't want to think about parking, but when we get back home, we park about 3 blocks away, and it's much worse for 2 girls walking around our neigborhood then him walking around.