No, I don't know which of my neighbors owns a Cessna, but this article was entertaining and definitely home-hitting to read. While I have never felt compelled to keep up with the Joneses (I credit my mom and dad for never applauding money or things it could buy over real honest-to-goodness happiness), it can definitely hit me like a solid wooden bat once in a while that I really, honestly don't have enough cash to survive here much longer.
In addition, it often hits me how much pity I feel for those around me that do spin their wheels competing with their peers for the best country club, car, street to live on, square footage and bling. Just let me live here, near the family I have always lived near. Let my kids have a backyard, however small. Let me not go bankrupt or loose my house. Let me and mine stay HEALTHY and let me always have my sense of humor and wonderful friends. I don't give a rats ass if I never move up to a "bigger and better" house or remodel the one I do have. So what if I haven't furnished our "living room" after five years in the house? I'm happy (and I don't even have a gardener). Ah the front (and back) yard could use some work and sure a sectional leather couch would be nice. But you know what? I'd rather spend that money on fun. Take that, Joneses!
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