Your home is a

Rough Adrenaline Hideout

Your kitchen is only used when the weather won't permit barbecuing. There's a pantry stocked with beef jerky. Oh, and deer jerky. Your master bedroom is the size of a small barn, with carpet thick enough to reach your ankles. Your study has a locked plexiglass gun case filled with stuff that would make the A-Team jealous. And Al Qaeda. One of your garages is home to your ATVs, hangglider, snowmobiles, and jetskis. It also containts a truck the size of a boat, which pulls a boat the size of a bus.

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 collection of Warren Miller films. MAN those guys are nuts. 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 taun-taun named "Padme".

Below is a snippet of the blueprints: