Several weekends ago, Jeff and I went to the Salt Lake Parade of Homes. These are new model homes, scattered around the county, that people get to visit for about two weeks. It was very fun to see some of the new features on some of the more luxurious homes. And of course, Jeff and I rarely do an activity without making either a fun game or some type of competition out of it. For this one, my idea was to do a Bingo game, with a scorecard of luxury home features, and when we saw one, to check it off. At the end of the game, whoever had the most items checked off would win. Some of my more outlandish features were a robot, an elk horn chandelier, and a refrigerator with a built-in TV. (We didn't see any of these.) I was successful in anticipating a stove with a minimum of six burners, a special dishwasher in a wet bar that washed only glasses, a theater room with an old-time popcorn popper, and a dual head shower (see below):
This is the $4 million house in the Corner Canyon area of Draper. Jeff liked it. I thought it was just okay. It was very ornate inside, like a castle:
One of the houses had a little boy's bedroom decorated like the Boston Red Sox:
A $3 million house in South Jordan had a downstairs theater room with an adjoining sports-bar area with a wet bar and separate serving area:
This is the kitchen of the house that we both liked the best -- a $2 million house up on the bench in Herriman:
I'm glad I finally got the chance to post those pictures. Also, I've been having the weirdest dreams lately. I think I must be thinking too much about fantasy football, and what I'm going to do with my player Chad Johnson of the Cincinnati Bengals, who has a torn labrum in his shoulder, before the season starts. Last night I dreamed that I went to Sports Chalet and the Sports Authority here in town, looking for a pink Chad Johnson jersey with "Ocho Cinco" (his nickname) on the back. Then, later on last night, I dreamed that I got the results from the MPRE. At first, I picked up a test score sheet that had "31" written on it, but then I saw the name on the test and it was someone else's. Then, I dreamed that I finally found my own score sheet after going through a stack of 50 Fed Ex envelopes and looking in each one, but that my results had the scores 100, 120, and 140 on it and I couldn't tell which one actually was mine. (I guess it didn't matter at that point, because I only need an 86 to pass.)
Oh well, I guess I can stop stressing in about two weeks when I get the results, right? At least at that point I'll know if I have to take it again.
Okay, back to work now. I've also got to finish that darn article, because it's not going to write itself. I honestly don't know why I leave these things to the last minute each time.
This is the kitchen of the house that we both liked the best -- a $2 million house up on the bench in Herriman:
I'm glad I finally got the chance to post those pictures. Also, I've been having the weirdest dreams lately. I think I must be thinking too much about fantasy football, and what I'm going to do with my player Chad Johnson of the Cincinnati Bengals, who has a torn labrum in his shoulder, before the season starts. Last night I dreamed that I went to Sports Chalet and the Sports Authority here in town, looking for a pink Chad Johnson jersey with "Ocho Cinco" (his nickname) on the back. Then, later on last night, I dreamed that I got the results from the MPRE. At first, I picked up a test score sheet that had "31" written on it, but then I saw the name on the test and it was someone else's. Then, I dreamed that I finally found my own score sheet after going through a stack of 50 Fed Ex envelopes and looking in each one, but that my results had the scores 100, 120, and 140 on it and I couldn't tell which one actually was mine. (I guess it didn't matter at that point, because I only need an 86 to pass.)
Oh well, I guess I can stop stressing in about two weeks when I get the results, right? At least at that point I'll know if I have to take it again.
Okay, back to work now. I've also got to finish that darn article, because it's not going to write itself. I honestly don't know why I leave these things to the last minute each time.
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