House or mouse?

Late one night during last week my wife scolded me for being a material freak. In no uncertain terms she let me know I was spending uncontrollably. She claimed I was engaged in buying too much stuff that the children had no time to make use of. (some stuff were still unopened). She insisted I was wasteful. For a response I directed her to my blog (realisticliving.blogspot.com) but as usual reading was too laborious for her. So my son did the honors of reading to her an earlier blog I had posted, "Are You A Deceived Spender". Before he could finish reading, my wife interrupted, emphasising loudly I needed that more than her.

The crux of the whole matter was we did not own a house but was spending on unnecessary stuff. For years now we had been talking and planning to buy a house. But this was like the an elusive dream, that the greedy collusive capitalist were trying to bury. Not having a house was the root cause for several unwanted flare ups in our home. I got try harder.

The week before my wife insisted I was "reliving my childhood" in my children because I had bought a dragonfly helicopter for one of my son. Well where did that come from I could not tell. It had me thinking. Reliving my childhood. Was not a bad idea. Let sleeping dogs lie.

So I decided that I was going to tighten up the screws! Cut down on the expensive lunches. Stop visiting my favorite web sites that usually wakes me up in the night, telling me about "free shipping" and "clearance sale". I was going to stop shopping online and elsewhere, period. I had to do it.

I was going to spend my time in a more worthwhile manner studying for my CPA exams. But even then with my books sprawled open in front of my wide open eyes, in came this loud yahoo flash, like a boom to my brain ...HD DVD was now selling at...What? My mind was too bombarded with buying stuff. Any stuff. Get a grip of yourself I warned myself. Think about the house your family needed.

Anyway I have to run. My head feels like it throbbing.