Deb, I'd give you one for your birthday

[gerisullivan]

Now here's a meme I like. sraun just posted his Dream Home results. [Bad username or site: Deb Geisler's @ livejournal.com] going to envy the garage in

Your home is a Magic Magnate's Manor Your kitchen is someplace you never go, because you "have people for that." There's a Chocolatessin, a word you made up yourself, but that is beginning to catch on among your wealthy neighbors. Your master bedroom is the size of a small barn, with carpet thick enough to reach your ankles. Your study has hardback editions of every classic ever written, plus a special edition of Rich Dad, Poor Dad with the parts you ghost-authored highlighted. One of your garages holds your collection of ferraris, and is measured in acreage. Your home also includes a guest wing and private quarters for your servants. Outside is your hedge maze and gardens, meticulously tended by a team of world-class botanists. Below is a snippet of the blueprints:

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Not so much the garage, actually, but rather the collection of Ferraris inside. "Red Ferrari"..."Backup Red Ferrari." Yep, that's the ticket.

If I had my dream home now, she'd be getting the Ferrari for her birthday this year. But I wouldn't make her wait until another birthday rolled around if those red beautifies showed up in any week other than this one.

I'm fortunate to already have one aspect of my dream home, the kitchen. Most of 20 years ago, Glenn Tenhoff asked if he could come and cook in my kitchen, and I've been gladly turning it over to friends ever since. Most recently, Larry Pfeffer made a great Italian dinner, followed by yummy French toast the next morning before he and the rest of his family ventured forth for a second day's visit to Old Sturbridge Village.

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Escape pod!

[athenais.livejournal.com]

Your home is a Daylight Magnate's Manor Your kitchen is someplace you never go, because you "have people for that." There's a Chocolatessin, a word you made up yourself, but that is beginning to catch on among your wealthy neighbors. Your master bedroom is the size of a small barn, with carpet thick enough to reach your ankles. Your study has hardback editions of every classic ever written, plus a special edition of Rich Dad, Poor Dad with the parts you ghost-authored highlighted. One of your garages holds your collection of ferraris, and is measured in acreage. Your home also includes a guest wing and private quarters for your servants. Your guests enjoy your home theater with hi-def plasma screen TV, and the thrones you watch it from. Outside is your hedge maze and gardens, meticulously tended by a team of world-class botanists. And, you have a pet -- a doberman pincer named "Warren". Below is a snippet of the blueprints:

Find YOUR Dream Home!

[nkcmike.livejournal.com]

I scored the same garage, but rest of the house was different.

[gerisullivan.livejournal.com]

Wow! Lots of Ferraris. debgeisler will be our friend forever.

Okay, true enough -- she will anyway. Just more evidence that we're already living in our dream homes, even if they don't look quite like the snippet of blueprints in the meme.

I LOVE the bedroom I got!

[doclnghair.livejournal.com]

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Wizard's Manor

Your kitchen is manned by a team of Keebler Drow Elves. There's a Chocolatessin, a word you made up yourself, but that is beginning to catch on among your wealthy neighbors. Your master bedroom is decorated to look like the treetop village of the Galadhrim. Your study has every fantasy novel ever written, including multiple editions of the Silmarillion and advance copies of Dungeons and Dragons Fifth Edition. One of your garages holds your collection of ferraris, and is measured in acreage. Your home also includes a roost for griffons. You've never actually seen a griffon, but you keep the roost ready anyway. Your guests enjoy your home theater with hi-def plasma screen TV, and the thrones you watch it from. Outside is the moat that protects your home from goblin invaders and extended family. And, you have a pet -- a unicorn named "Shadowhooves". Below is a snippet of the blueprints:

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[voidampersand.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure about this "Red Ferrari" and "Backup Red Ferrari" thing. Any good Ferrari should be able to go both directions, simply by shifting. One of my cow-orkers is a car nut. He has a red Ferrari and it is always a big deal when he takes it out. He will drive it to work only after hours when he can get a double-parking space. He has a non-Ferrari, a nice but ordinary older Acura, as his go to the store and what to drive when the Ferrari is in the shop car. A nice variation on the dream garage were some neighbors I had when growing up, with identical his and her Porsches in the car port.

[debgeisler.livejournal.com]

:-) You're so kind to think of me. I'd settle for the red Ferrari and, say, a small, emergency, backup Porsche.

[mjlayman.livejournal.com]

Okay, mine's different enough I'll put it up:

Your home is a Philanthropic Time-Lord's Hideout Your kitchen consists of dilithium-powered food replicators, manned by obedient robot slaves, who are sure to never, ever rebel. I mean, it's preposterous to even consider it. There's a Chocolatessin, a word you made up yourself, but that is beginning to catch on among your wealthy neighbors. Your master bedroom is the size of a small barn, with carpet thick enough to reach your ankles. Your study has every science fiction title ever written. One of your garages contains a life-sized X-Wing fighter, and KITT. (KITT was a gift from a well-meaning uncle.) Your home also includes a robot repair bay, where your mechanized servants are routinely fitted with new restraining bolts. (It's just a precaution.) Your guests enjoy your home theater with hi-def plasma screen TV, and the thrones you watch it from. Outside is your radio telescope, listening constantly for alien transmissions. Especially invaders. They'll come eventually, even if nobody believes you. (Nobody does.) And, you have a pet -- a doberman pincer named "Warren". Below is a snippet of the blueprints:

Find YOUR Dream Home!