I am a Spoiled Brat

Although, I suppose, that most spoiled brats are so spoiled they don't realize it.

Last night, while surveying the kitchen for food, I told L that I needed to go grocery shopping because, "we have no food". I then proceeded to grill chicken, simmer potatoes and make a wacky mexican thing.

I then heard about the semi trucks the Jonathan Bender, Pacers Forward and Mississippi native was loading up and escorting down to his home town. So I looked in the pantry and came up with a box of dry goods--powdered milk, granola bars, applesauce, pasta....along with two containers of formula that were given to me, a few other random baby extras and 2 packs of size 3 diapers I bought should the B.O.J. ever get that big.

I then proceed to go grocery shopping on our new $50 a week budget. But that doesn't include the diapers that are on sale (so I have to buy them), or the shoes I find for $2.49**. I buy both pairs, to stick in with the pantry extras I loaded up for Katrina Relief. I met an aquaintence 1/2 way through the store, and realize after speaking that I have lost the tally on the bill in my head. Hmm....guess I'll see what it is when I get up there.

Turns out, I went $18 over (plus the diapers and the shoes). Guess I'll try harder next week.

It never ceases to amaze me the amount of excess in my home. We donate regularly to a food pantry, have just recently cleared out the house and given to Goodwill, and yet I had no problem finding more things we really don't need/won't eat/ won't miss to pass on to someone else.

Talk about the misappropriation of wealth......Guess I'll continue to balance the scales one carload of donations at a time.