In which Meth bitches about family...

OK, first off, I might come off as a horrible person here... So let me explain a little background...

My brother is living with Brute Bronco right now. He's been living there since last summer, after having been kicked out of the place he was living for:
1) Not doing anything around the place
2) Repeatedl paying his portion of the rent late
3) Making a mess (and not cleaning up after himself as referenced in #1)

Now, He'd lived with Brute Bronco before, after his girlfriend he was living with broke up with him and he didn't have the means to pay the rent. Bronco had the same complaints after a while, and the lease wasn't renewed (owner sold the house to someone else). Now, my Brother was only supposed to live there for a few months until summer was over (as he's a school bus driver), and he had the money to pay for his own place... I cautioned them both about the *last time* they lived together, and tried keeping my brother notified about any complaints Bronco had about him... But, he was up to his same old crap again after a while, and Bronco finally got fed up with him. As of January 1st, 2010 my brother was supposed to be *out*. He's still there, but I won't get into that right now.

So, knowing that, Bronco has once again asked *us* if we wanted to move in again. You see, we had plans to do this a while back, but it fell through due to some unforseen circumstances. He ended up moving into the apartment he's currently renting (and to which we'll be moving)... So, we decided that now was the right time!

Now then, my mother and Smurfette's father ("Papa Smurf") are both on board (after a little worry about Smurfette's Social Security & Health Insurance coverage)... MY father showed those same concerns, but seemed to be on board after I aleviated them a while back.. But he called up a couple days ago, I mentioned that I was packing up my Transformers & Smurfette's Care Bears. He'd asked if they were going into storage, and I replied, "No, for the move." "Oh, well... You know how I feel about that." and went on to say how we're in a great spot, with Papa Smurf close (we're moving TWELVE miles away!), being right across the street from the clinic (which she hasn't gone to in 5 years, and we'll be closer to her current one, and even CLOSER to another if we decide to switch), blah blah blah...

I know he's concerned, but WTF?!?! I wanted to tell him off, but fuck it... I chatted with my mom today, and she agrees with us... Yes, it sucks for my brother, but he's had more than enough chances w/ Brute Bronco, and it's time for him to learn the hard way... He's been doing this too long (mooching off others while shitting on them), and it's time for him to get some sense smacked into him... (My mom agrees with me, but apparently my father is more worried for him. Don't get me wrong, so am I, but I'm sure he'll make it through... Hell, I've told him REPEATEDLY that if he needs help with anyhthing, just give me a holler!

But, that's about it right now... I didn't sleep well last night, gotta get up and cook dinner soon, and have to try to get some sleep tonight... -Maybe tomorrow I'll be able to get some more packing and the laundry done...