My House, My Rules, My Blackberries

I've been asked by a few readers what's going on with my house---I mention it occasionally, but I leave all the details to my hubby over on his blog. So here's the deal:

Hubs and I have ZERO experience doing something like this, but it's a dream to have our own home, exactly the way we want it, on our land in NW Georgia. We moved here from a tiny studio apartment (350 square feet!) in a highrise in Hong Kong, so this is a crazy difference.

Here'e what has happened so far:
-pre-fab panels went up
-roof put on
-siding around the house put on
-electric
-plumbing
-drywall

...and here we are. With me getting in trouble for playing on the "important builder man stuff."

Lame. It's not like I'm ridiculously clumsy and fall over all the time or anything. Oh, wait. Right. 

Moving on....

There is no room in our house I'm more excited about than the one we can just call "the awesome and amazing perfect Vanessa room." It has a nice ring to it, right? It will be my lair. Or maybe just my gym/home office. We'll see. To make it easy for you to see where I'll put my treadmill, I demonstrated on the designated space. See?

I know, my running form is incredible.

Here will be the rules of my awesome lair:

1. To enter, payment will be 10 jellybeans. Jawbreakers are a suitable replacement if need be. 

2. If I'm running on the treadmill, don't ask me why I'm warming up so slowly when I'm actually sprinting my little heart out. That's rude. I'm no Kara Goucher, ok?

3. If I tell you I'm busy working on my computer, but all you see are blogs on the screen, don't say a word. I just needed a little break, that's all. 

We were down on the land this weekend, and I was excited to see lots of blackberries on the bushes! I rooted around for a few minutes, getting pricked my tons of thorns, looking for all the ripe ones. What did I get for all that effort?

Three. Stinking. Blackberries. 

Oh, and they were sour. 

Have you ever picked your own blackberries/strawberries, etc?

We won't even count my little pathetic blackberry experience, but I have picked strawberries before and it was amazing! One for the bucket, one for me....

If you could move ANYWHERE in the world to live, where would you go?

Well, I guess it's here! But since it's a game and would cost no money, I'll say Bora Bora. Even though 3 nights there would probably bankrupt me.