Thursday, July 9, 2009

The One With the Dream House

What a lot of great guesses I got about my secret ingredient. Most of those things go in most of my food. Cherie was maybe closest. DK and Cambria gave clues, but as they know the real answer, they were nice enough not to give it away. The real secret ingredient is DANGER. A little too much of everything. Pieces of finger cut off with my razor-sharp Cutco knives… batter spilling (or spraying) out of bowls. It gives everything a little zing. That, and Cholula. Thank you for playing. Now I have to get down to the business at hand, which is some very dangerous cooking for 400 guests tomorrow night. Have you ever even seen a 22-pound beef roast? It is not pretty, in its uncooked state. But I need to put that all out of my mind for a minute, and tell you about the dream house.

Skippy and I had an important brainstorming session today. It actually started when we were driving the other day, and Skippy asked me: “Mama, do you love me more than you love Dillon?” So I said, “Why, of course I do, buddy. I love you more than anything.” (Dillon was a little insulted by that—haha!). So today I told Skippy that even if someone offered me a million… no, $50 million dollars, that I would still not trade him.

His reply was, “What if they offered $50 million plus a house and car that was just for you?” Now you’re talking, Skip… Well, long story short we started escalating this imaginary offer, and in the process, came up with a fairly amazing dream house package. We actually never got around to the car. To be perfectly honest, I couldn’t care less about cars. This is the dream house: First of all, it overlooks the ocean, with a nice little trail that leads down to a pristine private beach. But the real prize is the house itself, because it has been custom-designed with special rooms for many different tastes and purposes. Among those? There is a music room, of course. But this music room houses a rock band and a symphony orchestra, who are all on-call 24/7. There is an M&M room. It is obviously filled, hip-deep, with M&Ms candies.

There is a Mariachi room. Open the door, and you are greeted by a private mariachi band, every imaginable kind of taco, and virgin margaritas. There is a Missionary Room. This one has a foosball table, ping pong, laundry service, and a living room set up in which there is always a family waiting to hear more lessons. I thought this was funny: I asked Skippy, “How about a movie theater?” He laughed, and said, “You can’t put a movie theater in a house!” I found it interesting that he thought a Mariachi room made sense, but not a movie theater... especially since we live a quarter mile from Coto de Caza, where half the houses have something resembling a movie theater. In our dream house there is also a full basketball court, and on the roof, a swimming pool. Skippy says there is good news and bad news about that. First the bad news: you could fall off. The good news? There is a swimming pool on your roof! And my personal favorite… the maid’s quarters…

So what room would be in your dream house?

8 comments:

Ritsumei said...

What a fun & creative way to spend time with your son! You'll have to scrapbook or journal that one for sure. I love the picture you found for it.

Carolyn said...

No mention of a kitchen or library? Floor to ceiling bookshelves, with rolling ladders and a turret.

The kitchen...well lots of stone and big slabs of wood. Open fireplace...

I'm stopping now.

Victoria said...

Oh yeah! There was totally a library! With lots and lots of giant pillows. Skippy loved that one. The kitchen... we're having a love/hate relationship right now. But I have some lovely lemon bars with a 'Nilla Wafer crust in the oven right now. But make no mistake... it smells more like danger than love.

Lisa--aka The Gardenweasel said...

DANGER! UGH! I thought it might be disdain. Oh well.

I want a band room and a dove dark chocolate room and a diet coke and Propel room.

I want a giant room that is all bean bag that you could run and jump in and it has to have a disco ball. i want a tiger on the front lawn.

I want a pool with one of those platform diving things and a lazy river.

I also want a tv mounted on the ceiling of my kitchen, just so people will ask why it is there. Okay, i don't.

I want a beach out my back porch and kids there all the time. My kids, your kids, all the kids we know...okay, a few we know don't have to come over often.

We definitely need a full band/recording room with a screen we can shoot music up onto.

And I want every room to be full of books...everywhere and a few extra laptops here and there.

Cherie said...

What a great conversation! It is fun to dream :D
I would definately have a huge kitchen where everyone would have room to cook together.
I would also have the coolest craft/quilting room - everything custom built, perfect light and lots of room for friends.
I don't have them yet but I would make the ultimate grandchild rooms - playrooms, bedrooms, etc...so the grandkids would always want to be at my house (not those other grandparents - ha ha).

Like others I could go on and on. I guess it is a good thing we usually don't get those over the top things - we would never get anything else done.

Lisa--aka The Gardenweasel said...

I want every TV to NOT have any fashion reality shows or TMZ....and no commercials. is that possible? My kids are watching "The Fashion Show" right now. It is like people from a different planet. I don't get it.

Kris Olson said...

I want a silent room. If you talk, it doesn't make any noise. If you drop something, no sound. If a tree falls in the forest; well, you get the idea. Just for those times when it's an emergency and you need a time out!

dk/kh (Kevin) said...

“The secret of reaping the greatest fruitfulness & the greatest enjoyment from life is to live dangerously!” Friedrich Nietzsche