I have house envy. Dooce!

There is a blogger out there by the name of Heather Armstrong who writes a blog called Dooce. It's a really funny blog. She's a great writer. I would compare her style to Larry David. It's not that she writes about nothing. But she writes about ordinary, everyday stuff, that makes you laugh. Because we've all been there too.

So there's her introduction. Now on to the meat of the matter. She and her husband Jon just bought a new house. I have complete, and utter, house envy. Big time envy. Like my blood pressure is up kind of envy.

Their business is blogging. They support themselves from her site Dooce and other things too I'm sure. They just bought this amazing house in Utah. It looks like it was custom-built. There are all kinds of "extras" including the most beautiful wood floors. Here's the kitchen. And the rest of the house.

I WANT THAT HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!

What are we doing wrong? I have a full-time job in San Francisco running a very busy retail account, and Don runs our business in Napa, and we live in a 1365 sf townhouse which we rent. We live paycheck-to-paycheck. We are nowhere close to ever being able to buy a home. Let alone our dream home.

Wah, wah, wah. We I need help. I don't want to give up on my dream of living in a fabulous house again. But I need to be realistic too. And reality sucks here in California.

I know homes are cheaper in Utah. Lots cheaper. So maybe we need to relocate there? I bet what I'm paying in rent is close to their mortgage payment. Life is not fair. (Insert sad, sad face here and stomping feet like a 2-year old.)

humph.

Something must change. The economy must change. I don't want to live like this anymore. So.......

Dear Mr. President,

Figure it out! We're dieing here in California. Housing is too much. Food is too much. Schools are a mess. Businesses are going under. We have a crazy ex-ebay executive wasting spending a jillion dollars on tv. THAT IS NUTS. What is happening? 

Are you just hoping the big one will happen and all of California will crack off the mainland and float away? My stomping may actually cause that to happen because I'm pissed. And I'm not going to take it anymore! I don't want to see the first lady in her pretty little gingham dress eating ice cream either. 'Cuz it's just making me mad. DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!!!!!! 

Please. I'm begging you.

Kris

Ok. I'm done. Sorry about that. I was a little fired up. I feel better now.