Oooooh! Fancy!
I dragged Ty all over the valley this weekend looking at the houses in the Parade of Homes thingy. I love architecture and interior design--have since I was a kid. And I love to go house shopping--even if I'm not in the market for a house. (It's like looking at a cookbook when you're not hungry--you may not need or want it now, but it gives you good ideas for later.) It was a fun time--I had no idea Boise/Meridian has so many nice neighborhoods. Some of the houses we toured were really-super-duper nice.
But one of them was way-exponentially-nicer-than-super-duper nice. We're talking 12,000 (yes, thousand) square feet, four kitchens, movie theater, 5 car+RV garage, infinity pool and fountain in the courtyard MANSION. It was beautifully decorated in elegant (but tasteful, not flashy) French Country/Traditional style. The materials used throughout the house were just gorgeous. There wasn't one thing in the house that I didn't like. For someone as picky as I am, that's saying something.
But I've decided I would never want a house like that, even if I won $300 million in Powerball. And it's not because of that "easier to go through the eye of a needle" thing, or because I'd rather give the money to charity or anything morally noble or altruistic or anything like that. It's because that house is just way too freakin' big. I'm too lazy to walk from the bedroom to (one of the four) kitchen(s).
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Well, if you DO win the power ball lottery and win 300 million... please, please buy a house that big! Imagine all of the tacky rooms you could have! One devited to each branch of tackiness! Oh, the fun! A TACKY KITCHEN!
And whatever rooms and kitchens are left... Luke and I can move into! Party all the time!
As for the too lazy to walk comment... uhhh with THAT much money, you could get one of those roller-cart-stand up- future looking thingys! Problem solved.
Ohhh, now I can't wait for you to win the lottery! YAY Gina!
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Kara Deal, at 1:49 PM
I can't wait for me to win the lottery, either! Hee hee!
I think that if I won the Big Fat Lottery, I would want to have nice, but relatively modest, homes all over the States and Europe instead of just one mansion. If so, do you and Luke want to be our caretakers for one of our houses? You can have first pick: Charleston? New Hampshire? Aspen? Santa Barbara? New Orleans? Vienna? London? Lucerne, Switzerland? Venice? Prague? Bavaria? If you were our caretakers, we could hang out every time we came to stay at that house--or we could send you on a fabulous vacation to get you out of our way. =)
And can I just say that I am so impressed that you remembered my Tacky Room dream! I heart you, KK!
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Unknown, at 3:37 PM
I'll take Vienna.
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Anonymous, at 7:12 PM
Hi, Gina -- I'm so glad to discover your blog! You have always been a good writer, and you are great at this blogging thing. Rusty and were cracking up reading some of your posts the other night. Hey, you probably don't know this, but Rusty almost joined the Navy as a chaplain. He looked into it last year and went through some of the preliminary stuff, but was eventually turned down after he had his physical. Bum knee, gall bladder problems, etc. It is a dream he has always had (one of many), so he was a bit disappointed that it didn't work out, but I guess God has other plans for us!
Thank you for the sweet comments you have left on our blog about Alex. Of course, I agree that he is absolutely adorable! I worried all through my pregnancy that I would have an ugly baby. How vain is that?! Oh, and I also want to let you know that I totally get you on the meaning of baby names thing (several posts ago). It was important to me that our son have a name that meant something positive. Rusty thought I was way to hung up about it, so I am glad to know there is someone else out there who thinks the meanings are important. By the way, just in case you were wondering, Alexander means "protector of mankind" and John (his middle name) means "loved of God." A good combination, I thought. And, yes, we did name him after THE Alexander Campbell, although that probably only has significance to those of us from a Restoration Heritage.
Anyway, good to be back in touch with you. I'll be checking back often. Love -- Laura (and Rusty) Campbell
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Campbell Family, at 2:02 AM
Laura! I'm so happy to hear from you! This blogging thing is a real godsend, partly because it's fun, but mostly because of how many friends it's helped me reconnect with.
I'm so glad to find another person who places great importance on names' meanings. Like Rusty, Steve doesn't care very much one way or the other, but he understands that it's important to me and as long as he has veto power for any names he hates, he's happy to let me have final say in the baby naming department--if we ever get around to having 'em, that is. It only seems right, since I'll be the one doing all the heavy lifting (as it were), and I'm the one who's passionate about the naming subject anyway. I have a big ol' list of names and their meanings and I'll let Steve cross off the ones he hates, then choose from what's left. I think all of our (theoretical) kids will end up having two middle names because it's the only way to incorporate my family's tradition of using a variation of the parent's name in the child's name and still get a good combined meaning. My name (Regina=Queen) is a lot easier to work with than Steve's (crown).
Alexander is one of my favorite boy's names--in fact I'll be surprised if we don't use it for our son's middle name if we're blessed with a boy. We'll probably use a first name that means "blessed" or "brave" or "gentle" or "beloved." Or "gift of God"--there a bazillion of those. Steve's name will combine with one of those and Alexander quite nicely.
Good grief, you can tell I'm really, really into the name thing--sadly, this is how much I write on the subject when I'm trying to be BRIEF.
By the way, I'm glad to hear that naming your baby Alexander Campbell was on purpose. (Ty also thinks it's pretty cool.) It's one of those things where it's neat if it's on purpose, but just kind of sad and funny if it wasn't planned. And I think you're giving we Restoration Movement folks a bit too much credit--I'm willing to wager that you might find 1 in 100 non-Bible majors who had even heard the name Alexander Campbell--and 1 in 1000 who knew more about him than his name.
I don't know whether to commiserate or congratulate on the not getting into the Navy thing. There are some great things about being in the military, but there are some monumentally aggravating things, too. If you're a fan of common sense, it's very difficult to spend time up close and personal with military regulations--I could rant for a week, but I won't. I will say that the benefits (especially retirement) are great, and it does have a lot of good things going for it to balance out the bad. But for me, nothing is good enough to balance out the drawbacks of deployment--especially during wartime. It's a blessing that Steve has been in as long as he has (nearly 20 years), because he's such an asset to the base that he doesn't get deployed much anymore--knock wood. And I can't complain about the time he got deployed to England--it was supposed to be 6 months, but it turned out to be more like six weeks--and I ended up coming to visit him just as he was told he could go home, so (thanks to fantastic boss) he got to stay there with me (I had to stay for three weeks whether he was there or not) and we got a second honeymoon. We went to Canterbury, Warrick Castle, Bath, Tintern Abbey, Norwich, and a long weekend in London. We even got to see Les Mis. So fun! If only all deployments were like that one!
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Unknown, at 10:39 AM
Aaron,
You can have Vienna as long as you promise to play Cruise Director (You don't have to wear the white skirt and jacket like Julie on the Love Boat, though) and find all the good concerts/operas/ballets so we know where to go when we're in town.
Do you realize I've only been to one concert (but it was a REALLY good one) since you joined up and left me to my own devices?
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Unknown, at 1:16 PM
Um... 10 minutes later when I'm done reading Gina's comment...
I agree. I tell husband all the time that I don't want a big giant house unless it's one of the old ones that isn't creepy. I tell him that, even though I don't technically know what the word means, having a giant house that is waaayyyy more than you need is pretentious. I don't know if it's right, but it sounds right, so... Decorating a big house would be much harder too. In a smaller one, you just have to get a few things that look good and fit. In a biggun, you have to make sure that you don't get too much but enough and the pieces have to be interesting and... ugh. I'd much rather just live in the older ones. Like the lovelies on Warm Springs Ave... I'd take over the scandalous President house anyday-- even if it is in La Boi...
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arwen, at 6:43 PM
Hey! I already made fun of my wordiness, I don't need any noise from the peanut gallery. (What IS a peanut gallery? Where did that term originate?)
Oooooooh! I luuurrrve the houses on Warm Springs Avenue. They make me salivate. Is it wrong to lust after a house?
I also love the houses in the Laurelhurst district in Portland. They're similar to the ones on Warm Springs, maybe a little smaller on average, but just as fetching and drool-worthy.
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Unknown, at 9:51 AM
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peanut_Gallery
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Lindsey, at 11:43 AM
Thanks, Linz. I feel so much better now. (I always suspected that Howdy Doody didn't originate the term.)
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