I apologize in advance if this becomes "house blog" for the next year or so. On the other hand, hey! I'm blogging! So go stuff your head with crackers! I don't wanna hear your bitching and moaning about how boring and technical Liz's blog is now that she's building her house because you can just go read somebody else's blog if you don't like it! Go to Cookie's blog, since you think she's SO FUNNY AND GREAT!
Hee.
Anyways, we finally heard back from our contractor. His estimate was that our house will cost about $WayTooMuch.50. Plus or minus. So we freaked out, threw up a few times, started frantically looking at completely different house plans, then took a few deep breaths and solved the problem. FYI, building up is way cheaper than building out, so if you ever design your own house, put your bedroom upstairs. Not only will you save lots of money, you'll keep those great-looking calf muscles for the next 50 years.
I remember some author (no idea which one) was talking about how to write a great book or something, and they said you have to be prepared to let go of your favorite thing for the good of the whole. Favorite sentence, plot point, character, whatever, everything has to be expendible if it doesn't fit (which, according to this person, happens every time). I'm sure this point has wider implications than just creative writing, but I can tell you for sure that it's been my experience with designing a house. Almost everything we originally loved about it is gone now, but overall, it's a much better design than what we started with. My only sticking point, however, is my secret door. I WILL HAVE A SECRET DOOR. I don't know who, in their right mind, would take the enormous time, energy, and emotional strain to design and build their own home and NOT put a secret door in there somewhere.
2.29.2008
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Liz thinks I'm funny and great! Or at least, you think OTHER people think that, which means I've got everyone fooled! Bwah ha ha!
You're my hero for having a secret door. What's the point of being an adult and building your own house if you don't put a secret door in there? How else are we gonna pretend we're Nancy Drew??
Growing up, we had neighbors called the Daugettes. They lived in a huge house just up the road from us. They had little secret doors at the rear of their upstairs closets. The parents used the passages for storage but the kids used it to crawl from room to room. It was always way cool to spend the night at the Daugettes.
Well, first off, I LOVE the new look and I'm not just saying that cause it uses the pop art you I made. Swear. I also think the tag line is perfect cause I remember it from when we were young. Er. Youngish. Something.
I remember the whole you must be able to lose the part you love the most if it's better for the whole from an art history class, so yeah, multipurpose analogy.
Also? The house I am buying has a SECRET DOOR! It will be in Ben's room, which is perfect, no?
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