Well I'm a blogging fool today! I'm feeling really stressed out in my diet life and personal life so sometimes it just helps to blog and get it off my chest. A bit lengthy....

My brother is a very serious source of frustration and stress to me when he shouldn't be. I don't know how to describe him to you. Our parents were overly (I mean insane over the top but with good intentions) strict when we were growing up. I dealt with life fine after high school and being on my own and having freedom..... my brother was one of those lost souls that just went crazy with the freedom. He had a FULL RIDE to college.... instead he spent all of his money on tattoos and quit going to class. He dropped out of school. He then jetted off to the east coast and married a random girl he met on facebook. 1 year later and a divorce he has a child under his belt and no job. He stayed on the east coast for several years working odd jobs but never full employment. He is completely unmotivated and has tattoos on his face neck and hands which you can't cover... and sorry to lay out the facts, it severely limits your job possibilities unless you work in certain industries or are self employed. He borrowed money from me (keep in mind I'm his YOUNGER sister) and would disappear, not answer phone calls, and always promise the money was on its way.

He broke up with girlfriend number whatever and had my parents fly him back home to New Mexico because he had no where else to go (given my parents are school teachers and don't have the extra funds to be getting him out of every little situaiton he gets in). He had no one else to mooch off of over there and needed a place to go. He gets home and is looking for a "job." My parents catch him trying to deal drugs (minor marajuana) from their house. I can't tell you how much this disgusted me. My mom has serious heart issues and so does my dad and they didn't need that kind of stress. I found him a job through my husband (in Texas where he didn't know anyone and could start fresh) and told him to live with us for a month and get out on his own.

The job was as a machinist. He had absolutely no experience even in welding but were willing to train since my husbad said he would be okay to learn. My husband holds a status job with this shop and it was really sticking his neck out for someone he had only met ONCE. I think it means a lot to not just have a job but to also learn a skilled trade as well. We let him borrow a spare phone line we had on our plan with a brand new Iphone. He was given our rules.... no messing up with the wrong crowd.... get to work.... get out on your own. After several months of not saving his money towards a car or apartment and completely trashing my house, it was time to go. Not to mention the last straw of finding on our borrowed phone where he was trying to deal drugs while living in our house. The only place that would take him without a cosigner was a public housing place right across the street from where he worked. I felt bad since the place was trashy and co-signed on a small house for him, since, after all he promised and promised to straighten up. My husband got him for work every morning often being late since he was never ready to go. After 7 months, still not a DIME saved for a car but decided it was time to jet off on a vacation to the east coast to visit friends. Out of sheer frustration of having to take him everywhere all the time.... we managed to get a VERY NICE Explorer for him from my husband's grandpa for a super cheap price. We arranged for him to get a loan from work.

So now, he has a job, a house, and a car all because of myself and my husband. He constantly comes to work high smelling like marajuana, late, or not at all because he gets "sick" about twice a month. He gets caught constantly messing up but instead of fixing things he just tries to "out smart" the system. I'm so far done dealing with him. I've had talk after talk after talk with him and nothing changes.

Sorry to vent but needed to type some stuff out.... anyone else have ungrateful relatives?