tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83229345820074320282024-02-07T13:12:32.495-06:00Simmington Hills JournalsJournals for all the residents of Simmington Hills.Simmington Hillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11808871601727216147noreply@blogger.comBlogger183125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322934582007432028.post-43649341043046939072010-06-20T00:00:00.015-05:002010-06-20T00:25:48.317-05:00Summer Internship, Pt. 3 - August 2008<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2010/03/summer-internship-june-2008.html">Part 1 - Summer Internship - June 2008</a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-internship-pt-2-july-2008.html">Part 2 - Summer Internship - July 2008</a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">***</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/sabien-cunningham-sr.html">Sabien Cunningham, Sr.</a> is 52, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/tomika-cunningham.html">Tomika Cunningham</a> is 52, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/trinity-dalton.html">Trinity Dalton</a> is 52, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/cameron-masters.html">Cameron Masters</a> is 52, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/nick-michels.html">Nick Michels</a> is 52, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/honey-michels.html">Honey Michels</a> is 52, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/sergio-spencer.html">Sergio Spencer</a> is 52, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/emerita-valdes.html">Emerita Valdes</a> is 45, and AV guest, <a href="http://applevalleyblogs.blogspot.com/search/label/Warwick-S%27Ahmisa">S'Ahmisa Warwick</a>, is 18.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Life at the Cunningham home has been somewhat of a routine this summer. To say "routine" and "Cunningham" in the same sentence, is unusual in itself. There's usually <em>always</em> something that occurs to knock their plans right out the window! If one was to sit still for a moment, they could sense an element of underlying sadness and tension in the air, but to look at the family on the surface, you couldn't tell it. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Tomika's been so engrossed in her time with S'Ahmisa, the '<em>daughter'</em> she never had, and with sewing. Her renovated sewing room was hardly ever entered when the boys were home. Now it's sort of become her sanctuary, well that is...when she's not spending <em>girl </em>time with S'Ahmisa; they clip coupons and make out shopping lists for the Butler, Vasyl, to pick up ingredients for new recipes the <a href="http://simmingtonhills.webs.com/clubsgroups.htm">Culinary Group</a> is trying out, or they go and buy the latest doo-dads for braiding and fastening S'Ahmisa's hair with, or they just sit in front of the huge TV upstairs vegging out while watching the SimLifetime movie channel.<br />
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Tomika, surprisingly, hasn't had time to really feel sad over her absent boys because she's been so pleasantly <em>occupied, </em>outside of work<em>. </em>If she could only spend some alone time with her husband, that would be the icing on the cake.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2009/10/sabien-cunningham-jr.html">SayJ</a> seems to sleep more than usual lately. He never sleeps in his bed anymore, but on the banquette in the kitchen. It's the 3rd time this week, his Dad's had to wake him up from there. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Last Monday night, Sabien thought it was cute and he smiled as he watched his son snoring lightly.</div><br />
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<em>"Ewww! Your eyes look like ALIEN eyes, SayJaayyy!"</em> Scot laughed loudly. <em>"They're all red and green like a monster's face! You're from planet Wonka and I'm gonna terminate you with my Terzon Lazer Beam!"</em> Hoping he would make SayJ chase him around the house like the boys used to do, Scot got startled when SayJ yelled at him, cause he had never done that before...not like <em>this</em>.<br />
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<em>"NO they don't! Leave me ALONE, Scottie!"</em> SayJ protested. He didn't need a mirror to see that the whites around his eyes were bloodshot, and having those green pupils just made it all the more horrifying. <br />
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Sabien listened to the boys, concerned but quiet. He tried to gather his books and notes for tomorrow's Council meeting and softly said, <em>"SayJ was asleep Scot, I just woke him up. Now, leave him alone. Why don't you guys play nice, alright?"</em> <br />
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</div>Sabien, Sr. smiled to himself remembering that Marchon and Rashid used to tease SayJ about his eyes, and he probably believed them. His son has yet to discover how much the girls are gonna love his green eyes.<br />
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<em>"Uh Ohhhh...Daddy, SayJ's been cryin'!"</em> Scot pointed to the dried up tears on SayJ's face, as SayJ tried to wipe them away as fast as he could, but the crusty tears need water to wipe off.<br />
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Sabien turned to look at him and called him over.<br />
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<em>"Come here, son...let me talk to you."</em><br />
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The sound of his Dad's voice and his simple request was enough to make SayJ's water works start all over again. <br />
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<em>"What's wrong? Why are you crying?"</em> Sabien asked.<br />
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<em>"I want Marchon and Rashid to come home, NOW, Daddy."</em> SayJ pointed his hand down to the ground and stomped his foot as if stomping his foot would force Daddy to jump into action right away. He wiped some of the tears away with his arm. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Can't you make a call?! Can't you close the college?!"</em> he cried. SayJ had looked back at himself in the mirror many times since his big brothers had left home; and he knew his eyes would tell on him. The half bath downstairs was the only place he could be alone and miss them, without being disturbed or be made fun of...(which is probably why he's been sleeping on the kitchen banquette, to not wake anybody upstairs.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_06-09-106.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><img border="0" qu="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_06-09-106.png" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Come here, my little guy...awww, you're something special, you know that?"</em> Sabien said in a soothing voice, as his breath caught in his throat. Trying not to cry himself, he quickly swooped his son up into his arms, and carried him upstairs. <em>"I love you, and don't you ever forget it."</em> Sabien smiled down at his namesake, as he climbed the tall staircase. SayJ's way too big to be carried now; but in this moment, it felt perfect.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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The next morning, the first thing Sabien did was check on SayJ. And sure enough, the boy was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed! Feeling much better because Daddy had dropped everything to spend some time with him, and that's really all he needed.<br />
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As Vasyl served up a light, summer dish of toasted garlic bread with a topping of egg and tomato relish, the family gathered around the table to enjoy their last breakfast with S'Ahmisa. She's leaving to go back to <a href="http://applevalleyblogs.blogspot.com/">Apple Valley</a> today, and it's her last day on the job.<br />
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They've been chatting on the computer for the last couple weeks. She had to do something, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2010/05/ssu-july-2008.html">the boy had hung up the phone in her face!</a> Okay, so it's the truth, she'd been trying to get back at Rashid by calling Elmer Valdes; it was silly, and she usually doesn't act this way, but she only did it because he got so mad at her for <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2010/04/aerial-bionic-concert-june-2008_30.html">pining over Trevor Yates of Aerial Bionic</a>...like a hookup like <em>that</em> could ever happen! <br />
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A few days after the concert, she told Rashid she's not trying to be anyone's girlfriend right now, but if she <em>could</em>...she would be Trevor's. Shoot, the guy's a terrific musician! <em>Pfft!</em> She thought. <em>He still didn't have to get so mad</em>. <br />
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Anyhow, Rashid's supposed to be coming to Apple Valley for her Spring Break vacation. <em>I hope he doesn't come with an attitude.</em> And with that thought, she sat down and engaged in pleasant conversation with her 'Hills family', as she affectionately calls them.<br />
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Later that morning, at the Hood Council Meeting in City Hall:<br />
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<em>"I'd like to open up." </em>Sabien stated firmly, to get everyone's attention.<em> </em><br />
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<em>"I thank you all for being here. S'Ahmisa is going to take the minutes for this meeting today. I need some suggestions from you in how we can increase our hood's income."</em> He made no bones about it, and jumped right into the business-at-hand. <em>"As you are aware by now, we are increasing taxes on the rich. The problem with that is..we don't have a lot of rich taxpayers in our hood."</em> Sabien chuckled softly. <em>"That's also the reason why we didn't get many complaints over it."</em><br />
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<em>"While you guys think it over, I have another SUN Hood event in mind that I want to discuss. Hopefully it will be as large as the Silent Art Auction was, but I'm hoping it will be larger...it could be another Founder's Day event for this December. We could have a <strong>Single's Auction</strong> to raise simoleans for our Hood! </em><br />
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<em>Sims would send in their bids to spend time with a single and available Sim, male or female, and have a date with them! Any single Sim from around SimNation could participate and send in their headshot pics with a little bio on themselves, who they are, where they live, what they do for a living, etc. </em><br />
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<em>We'd post these bios and headshots up on our journal and Sim's could email us their bids with the name of the Sim they're bidding on, that way it's private...and the highest bidder would get a date with their chosen Sim! All the participants can be aged Teen to Elder....or, Young Adult to Elder. What do you guys think?</em><br />
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<em>What's even more exciting is, the participants get to report on the date in their own journal blog or website. You never know who'll find love! We have those VanHouten brothers and..uhhhhh...Seth Guthrie is single...and Anthony Bachelor...</em>Sabien's voice trails off as he gets caught up in his own thoughts.<br />
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<em>"Don't forget Rashid..."</em> Somebody said, laughing. Sabien and Tomika ignored it.<br />
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<em>"Is this even legal?"</em> Honey Michels says, scrunching her face up. <em>"It's like you're 'buying' somebody and last I checked, it was illegal to buy a date. That's called somethin' else, I think..."</em><br />
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Tomika felt that Honey was being a little too <em>sensitive</em> or <em>dramatic</em> about Sabien's intentions. She's a Romance Sim, seems like she'd think the idea was fantastic...but the whole point is to raise money for the Hood. <br />
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<em>"I have to agree with Honey. I'm not sure this is the right direction to take."</em> Sergio commented.<br />
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<em>"We're not asking Sims to hook up, although if they choose to, then that's their business!"</em> Tomika stated.<br />
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<em>"Nawww, it's not like that, Honey and Sergio. Sims are just going to meet each other."</em>..Everyone else piped in all at once, behind Tomika's statement.<br />
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<em>"Well, perhaps making simoleans in this way IS blurring the lines a bit between paying to sleep with a Sim, and giving Sims the opportunity to just meet and greet. I don't know. But we can't fool each other...the need for more simoleans into this hood is much more greater than this issue; this is a golden opportunity to make a lot of money!" </em>Trinity argued.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><em>"Whatever the case, we can't be judge and jury over another Sim's morality. We've got to decide on a peaceful solution."</em> Nick said, in a rather laid-back defense of the idea, while looking straight at Trinity.<br />
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<em>"I don't see why we never vote to just <strong>stop</strong> taking an Administrative salary...it's not like we need the money."</em> A tiny voice from the corner of the room, suggested.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><em>"Emerita, have you lost your damn mind?!!"</em> Honey spatted out, as Trinity grabs hold of her arm, politely, to <em>shush</em> her up<em>. "Speak for yourself Miss Motor Company, everybody ain't got it like you."</em> Honey snapped, despite Trin's efforts.<br />
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<em>"Well, you're a successful actress, Honey. You used to play pro ball, too. I think if any one of us is reaping in simoleans, it's got to be you!"</em> Emerita upset at how some Sims like to play the 'poverty' card when she knows better.<br />
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<em>"SHUT UP!! Shut it UP!" Sabien yelled. "I'm tired of all this fighting! Where's the peace? Where's the love?"</em> He asked. <em>"Simyear after simyear, somebody's getting into it with somebody, over somethin'...I'm tired of it!! I've HAD IT!"...</em><br />
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<em>"I'm stepping down...I'm taking me and my wife away from here!" </em><br />
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<em>"Whaaat??!!" </em>Everyone stared in disbelief at what he just said.<br />
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Tomika started to clap her hands in sheer joy, but looking around the hostile room, she decided against it.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Cam, you're in charge."</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_06-14-10036.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_06-14-10036.png" /></a></div><em>Whatchoo talkin' bout, Willis?</em> Cameron looked to be saying...wondering what just happened!? <br />
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S'Ahmisa's little fingers could barely keep up with all the drama, she was almost trembling!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"I'm not leaving The Hills. I'm not stepping down as Mayor, although sometimes ya'll make me want to...I just need a vacation, that's all. I've been working my ass off for over 25 years, with no breaks. I need a break. Can you guys please just understand that?"</em> Sabien said softly; surrendered both in voice and in spirit. He had nothing left. The meeting was over with as far as he was concerned; they could all go take a hike somewhere.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Sure, yeah Sabien..</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>Of course we understand that"</em>...they all commented in various ways.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<em>"Babe, if I may...I just want to ask S'Ahmisa to come stand here."</em> Tomika interrupted before everyone started leaving. <br />
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<em>"We'd all like to thank you for doing such a great job for us this summer. You've been a pleasure and a joy to me, as well as to everyone in this office."</em> Tomika smiled as her eyes welled with tears. <em>"And I'm going to miss you tremendously!" </em><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_06-14-10040.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_06-14-10040.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_06-14-10043.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_06-14-10043.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sabien cleared his throat, <em>"Well, I guess this is my part."</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"I've been so thrilled with having you by my side all summer. I'm going to miss you very much. You've got my recommendation, kid, whenever you need it. Any company or political organization will be proud to have you."</em> He smiled and kissed her on the forehead.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"I know we said this was a non-paying internship, but I still want to give you something to take back home with ya. Here's a check for $500, from<strong> my</strong> bank account"</em>...he looked up and made a funny face towards all his friends/council members, and they laughed. <em> "And a Certificate of Completion on your Political Internship here in Simmington Hills."</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Oh my gosh! Thank you!"</em> S'Ahmisa exclaimed, most definitely surprised by the financial gift, after all she's heard today.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Hey Sabien, we're sorry we showed out today, man."</em> Nick apologized for the group. <em>"As long as you're okay, then we're gonna work it out. We're all like family here, we go way back...so no hard feelings. And I say that on my wife's behalf, too."</em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Honey had immediately left to go splash some cold water on her face. The meeting had left her with a headache. Emerita would've apologized to her on the spot, had she not left.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_06-14-10050.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_06-14-10050.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"I appreciate it, guys." Sabien smiled. And they all filed out of City Hall to go about the rest of their day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sabien and Tomika whisked S'Ahmisa off to the airport to catch her flight back home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_06-14-10057.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_06-14-10057.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>***</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>Okay, this is how I <strong>know</strong> Sabien and Tomika need and want a vacation: </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em><strong>1.</strong> They've both rolled Wants to go away on vacation somewhere...that's the obvious reason, and the 1st time they've ever done that, at the same time. Neither one has specified a place. They just want to GO.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em><strong>2.</strong> I can't tell you the last time this couple WooHoo'd or did something romantically physical with each other. (They're 3-bolters, too! And usually can't keep their hands off each other!)</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>So I was surprised to see them both get up from the breakfast table to go upstairs and "do the do"...So I'm like, 'Y</em><em>ou guys have a Council Meeting! We don't have time for this' LOL! But, I let them go ahead. It's been a long time, like I said above.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><em>Tomika races upstairs first. She gets cozy on the bed, waiting for Sabien to get in there, and instead of him going to his side, he goes over to her side of the bed and looks at her! So instead of going back around to the other side, like I thought he was going to do...he steps outside onto the balcony!</em><br />
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</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>Then something happened that I've <strong>never</strong> seen! (Maybe you guys have seen this before...) </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>Tomika raised up off the bed and complained!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>"What are you doin, Sabien?! I'm right here!"</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_06-14-10012.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_06-14-10012.png" /></a><br />
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<em>So as he's standing out there, breathing in the nice summer breeze, like an idiot; he's obviously changed his mind about the whole thing. </em><br />
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<em>She slowly gets up and looks really disappointed...she must've really wanted that nookie. LOL!</em><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>Now you see why I said she was about to start clapping her hands, later at the meeting, when Sabien said he was taking her away somewhere...She looked like she was so happy he might be quitting! LOL!</em></div>Simmington Hillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11808871601727216147noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322934582007432028.post-49649427986726798022010-06-08T05:16:00.006-05:002010-06-08T05:23:33.090-05:00Default Replacement Plates & Matching Dishracks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well, in case you've been wondering what I've been doing for the past few weeks...this is it. :P I've been teaching myself how to make Default Replacement Plates with <a href="http://www.modthesims.info/showthread.php?t=236017">Morague's Mini-Replacement Tutorial</a>. I<strong> love</strong> to swap out dishes for my households. And let's face it, we all enjoy those heartwarming family dinner pics.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For me, it's important that every sim gets their own style and color choice. And since I can't afford Lenox, my simmies will!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I promise, I'll get back to simming soon. Recoloring is highly therapeutic for me and a break away from the game. *smiles* I hope you guys enjoy these! Get them at MTS2. (link is below the pic) I'll be doing more plates/dishracks in the future.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i49.tinypic.com/2iqeovt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/2iqeovt.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>(British Colonial)</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.modthesims.info/download.php?t=405637">New Default Replacement Plates & Matching Dishracks</a></div>Simmington Hillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11808871601727216147noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322934582007432028.post-91416102452238993952010-05-20T06:06:00.018-05:002010-06-18T23:44:31.423-05:00Coming of Age...Celebrate Life! - July/August 2008Kimberly had grown tired of carrying this baby and being on so-called <em>bedrest</em>. It was HOT outside and keeping up with the chores on a farm, is all the <em>more</em> aggravating in the heat. She had adamantly insisted Sergio stay home from working the Fresh Market one evening; <em>Let one of the girls run things for a night!</em> She wanted to move this pregnancy along. <br />
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They had spent most of the evening in bed talking about the store...about the farm...and everything to do with the heat index and its effect on the veggies' growth, despite being cultivated in a greenhouse....<em>Wheww! </em> Kimberly was bored of the subject, but let Sergio drag on, as a good wife does, sometimes - I said, <em>sometimes</em>. But, she couldn't ignore the fact that it was getting late. She had to turn things up a notch or Sergio would <em>never</em> get a clue! <br />
<a name='more'></a>So off came her clothes. And Sergio got the message loud and clear, and followed her lead!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/SpencerSK_05-15-10001.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/SpencerSK_05-15-10001.png" width="400" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What she wasn't bargaining for was that her hard-working husband had a lot of pent up 'frustrations' that even <em>he</em> didn't realize! He was a <em>beast under the sheets</em>! It turned out to be a nearly 30-minute session! Heyyy...that's a long time for a 52 year-old man, that works as hard as Sergio does! He doesn't get any <em>num-num</em> that often! LOL!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/SpencerSK_05-15-10004.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/SpencerSK_05-15-10004.png" wt="true" /></a></div>Needless to say, labor started almost immediately...I guess the baby was provoked enough to make its entrance, after all that 'activity'.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/SpencerSK_05-15-10010.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/SpencerSK_05-15-10010.png" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sierra heard Kim's screams and went to call Dr. Dalton around 11:30 p.m., however, the answering service stated the doctor couldn't be reached at that hour, which was unusual. Usually Trinity's on call 24/7. But she had taken this night off to spend with her family.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Both of them were second-guessing their decision to help this baby along, at that point. <em>Why were there no other doctors in Simmington Hills after 26 years? </em>Sergio wondered to himself.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When their son was delivered, Sergio was the first in line to hold his new baby boy.</div><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/SpencerSK_05-15-10017.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/SpencerSK_05-15-10017.png" wt="true" /></a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He couldn't believe that he had come so quickly and easily. If he had known it was <em>that</em> easy, he would've delivered <em>all</em> his kids himself.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When Kimberly started breathing heavily again, Sergio was a bit confused...<em>"What's wrong, Kim?"</em> He asked nervously.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/SpencerSK_05-15-10018.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/SpencerSK_05-15-10018.png" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"I think there's another one!"</em> Kimberly said between short, staccato breaths. <em>"O mah shtepue! O mah SHTEPUE!!"</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sergio had never heard her scream like<em> that</em>! But he remembered the last time this happened...Kim had done the same thing with the heavy breathing, only when she delivered the baby back then, it didn't live. <span style="font-size: x-small;">(The baby girl disappeared from the UI, actually, and never came back.)</span> But this time, before any of them could come to grips with the fact that another baby was coming, Kimberly had already popped her out!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/SpencerSK_05-15-10021.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/SpencerSK_05-15-10021.png" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Talk about being <em>overjoyed</em>! A little <em>girl</em>! Kimberly's been wanting another girl ever since losing Shauna. <span style="font-size: x-small;">(Twins must run in Kim's family, because I didn't do a thing to cause twins.)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sierra and Shaun expressed their excitement over the two new babies.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/SpencerSK_05-15-10023.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/SpencerSK_05-15-10023.png" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You've probably guessed by now...these twins were born a day apart! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Welcome to the Hills, <strong>Samuel King Spencer</strong>! Born Saturday, Simday 26, July 2008, at 11:51 p.m.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/SpencerSK_05-15-10027.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/SpencerSK_05-15-10027.png" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He's got Kimberly's black hair and Sergio's brown eyes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We also welcome little miss <strong>Sophia Melina Spencer</strong>! Born Sunday, Simday 26, August 2008, at 12:11 a.m.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/SpencerSK_05-15-10025.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/SpencerSK_05-15-10025.png" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She's got <em>somebody's</em> brown hair...<em>huh?!</em> And Sergio's brown eyes. <span style="font-size: x-small;">(Where did that brown hair come from!? Do Townies have dominant and recessive genes of their own?)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">***</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ray Wilsonoff was trying to make Lydia laugh with his, <em>"I'll cater to you"</em> attitude. He was willing to rub her feet, her lower back, wash her hair, whatever she needed during this labor she was going through. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When he bowed to her, well...it turned Lydia off. It made her feel like he was making a mockery of her; that he wasn't being sincere. But Ray was merely trying to bring back memories of their honeymoon in Kimikura.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Uhhh, I gotta go lie down. 'Scuse me." </em>She said coldly.</div><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/WilsonoffRL_05-15-10029.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/WilsonoffRL_05-15-10029.png" wt="true" /></a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Okay, maybe he overdid it just a little. Lydia left to go take a nap while her labor pains were minimal. Dr. Dalton would be coming over in a couple hours to get the delivery going. She had asked Lydia if it was alright to bring S'Ahmisa Warwick with her. S'Ahmisa and Ray are second cousins, for those that don't know. (Ray's paternal grandmother, Alia, and S'Ahmisa's paternal grandmother, Elle, married brothers way back when.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lydia's sister Maxine Wise couldn't be there. Maxine was out of town all summer, finishing her college degree and Board certifications; something the Board of Education is enforcing on her because of her role in the private school system. And, she wanted <em>some</em> type of family there, so she agreed for S'Ahmisa to come, as long as the teenager didn't get freaked out. 'Cause that would freak Lydia out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As Ray greets S'Ahmisa, Trinity tries to explain what's going to happen next. Her labor pains are coming more closer together, and Lydia was sort of panicking and trying to keep it together at the same time.</div><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/WilsonoffRL_05-15-10033.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/WilsonoffRL_05-15-10033.png" wt="true" /></a> <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The main thing Trinity told her to do was breathe through those contractions and focus on something.</div><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/WilsonoffRL_05-15-10038.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/WilsonoffRL_05-15-10038.png" wt="true" /></a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And Lydia was a trooper, never losing her focus for a second...despite S'Ahmisa's screams. LOL! She kept her eyes focused straight ahead and pushed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When her little girl was born, all Lydia could do was stare at the beautiful baby.</div><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/WilsonoffRL_05-15-10040.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/WilsonoffRL_05-15-10040.png" wt="true" /></a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">All Ray could do was...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Think of Erline.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>Are you kidding me, Ray??!?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm sure he's a very proud father of two, now, surely he is...Two girls! In just a few short months, if you think about it! And to show his love and support to Lydia, he did something very special. He named their little girl's first name after his beloved grandmother, rest her soul.</div><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/WilsonoffRL_05-15-10052.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/WilsonoffRL_05-15-10052.png" wt="true" /></a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Welcome to the Hills! <strong>Alia Shae Wilsonoff</strong>! Born Monday, Simday 26, August 2008, at 4:24 p.m.</div><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/WilsonoffRL_05-15-10045.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/WilsonoffRL_05-15-10045.png" wt="true" /></a><br />
She's got Lydia's red hair and brown eyes, and a <em>medium skintone</em>...to my delightful surprise!! <span style="font-size: x-small;">(I love those Maxis In Between Skintones by JoyLyn, at N99 Forum, for this very reason...they're genetic.)</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lydia promised little Alia she'd do everything in her power to be the best Mom she could be. Even though things seemed a bit <em>bleak</em> at the moment<em>..."Don't you worry, Alia. I'm going to give you the world."</em> She said as tears rolled down her face.</div><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/WilsonoffRL_05-15-10048.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/WilsonoffRL_05-15-10048.png" wt="true" /></a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lydia had refused Ray's request for a babyshower, thinking it would be too awkward to have Sims over; asking her questions about Erline and her baby, Emilene...she just didn't want to go through that. Ray had wanted his sister Rebecca and cousin Fiona to come and celebrate with them...but all Lydia could do was look around their apartment and see how much 'Becks and Fiona have <em>already</em> done for them. It seemed like they couldn't do for themselves, and Lydia hated that. And, she hated Ray for ruining all her expectations. Not to mention Rebecca and Julio's health troubles with little Ana Rayne...they couldn't leave their baby to come here.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ray came in and saw Lydia crying. He looked around and noticed how empty the room was. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/WilsonoffRL_05-15-10044.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/WilsonoffRL_05-15-10044.png" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He promised them both that he'll break his back if he has to, to get more money so that Alia will have the nursery she needs. Lydia's tired of hearing his empty promises.<a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/WilsonoffRL_05-15-10050.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/WilsonoffRL_05-15-10050.png" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">***</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>The babies have the same onesie on because I was too lazy to get out of the game, change defaults and wait to load the game up again just to play Ray and Lydia's birth event. I was already in, and both families like the same/similar colors...so hey. *smiles*</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>Not trying to garner sympathy for them or nothing...heh. But, Lydia and Ray have got a little over $385 bucks to their name! They bought that crib but can't afford anything else. Poor couple. The good news is, they'll have another tax deduction come next year! LOL! I'm seriously gonna have to get Ray back into his bakery. I haven't played Saint Rose's Bakery since I started this hood over. *covers eyes* Maybe he'll start bringing some good money home with those perks!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em><strong>Random Shot: </strong></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>Look who decided to walk by the apartment just after I took that last photo of Ray and Lydia in the nursery, above...Lydia had just walked into the livingroom to answer the phone, and I happened to look outside.....</em></div><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/WilsonoffRL_05-15-10051.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/WilsonoffRL_05-15-10051.png" wt="true" /></a><br />
<em>Can you believe that?!! Ray must've truly 'thunk' her up! LOL! </em><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>Sometimes this game loves to crack it's own jokes, doesn't it?! I had to laugh. My mind started racing...what if I had her ring the doorbell?! LMAO! Nahh, but I didn't. She walked on home.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em><br />
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<tr><td valign="top"><div><img src="http://rlv.zcache.com/congratulations_new_baby_greeting_card-p137626748472305616qqld_400.jpg" /></div><div>Congratulations on your new daughter, Alia.</div><div></div><div>You chose a wonderful and strong name, here's to little Alia doing so much more than grandmom Alia was able to do.</div><div></div><div>We're including some items for Alia's nursery so that Lydia can be comfortable as well in the nursery.</div><div></div><div><em style="font-style: italic;">~Fiona, Jesse, Veronika, Jessica, Jennifer and Jeremy Kent</em></div><div></div><div><a href="http://thumbs2.modthesims2.com/img/7/9/0/9/7/MTS2_jadedicara_743418_snapshot_d502934e_1506ce54.jpg" rel="lightbox2" style="color: #0068cf; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"><img class="ecxinlineimage ecxscaleImage" src="http://thumbs2.modthesims2.com/img/7/9/0/9/7/MTS2_jadedicara_743418_snapshot_d502934e_1506ce54.jpg" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; height: 288px; width: 500px;" /></a></div><div><a href="http://modthesims.info/download.php?t=281102" style="color: #0068cf; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">http://modthesims.info/download.php?t=281102</a></div><div></div><div><img class="ecxinlineimage" src="http://thumbs2.modthesims2.com/img/2/0/3/6/9/5/7/MTS2_novemberlove_881303_plainchairsall.jpg" /></div><div><a href="http://www.modthesims.info/download.php?t=319947" style="color: #0068cf; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">http://www.modthesims.info/download.php?t=319947</a> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(brown since it's Lydia's favorite color)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<tr><td valign="top"><div><img src="http://content.mycutegraphics.com/glitter/congratulations/congrats6.gif" /></div><div></div><div></div><div>We are thrilled with the arrival of the newest Wilsonoff.</div><div></div><div>Congratulations!</div><div></div><div>We are sure that Alia will grow into a dynamic young woman.</div><div></div><div>Included is a package of goodies that all new parents need.</div><div></div><div>Julio, Rebecca, Amanda, Abel and Ana Rayne</div><div>----</div><div></div><div><a href="http://www.thesimsresource.com/artists/Simaddict99/downloads/details/category/sims2-sets-objects/title/toy-baby-store-products/id/276711/" style="color: #0068cf; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">http://www.thesimsresource.com/artists/Simaddict99/downloads/details/category/sims2-sets-objects/title/toy-baby-store-products/id/276711/</a></div><div></div><div><img src="http://images.thesimsresource.com/427/427132.jpg" /></div><div><img id="ecxlightboxImage" src="http://images.thesimsresource.com/427/427133.jpg" /></div><div><img id="ecxlightboxImage" src="http://images.thesimsresource.com/427/427131.jpg" /></div><div><img id="ecxlightboxImage" src="http://images.thesimsresource.com/427/427129.jpg" /></div><div></div><div><a href="http://www.retailsims.com/OFB_Shops/OFB_Baby/BabyPlace.htm" style="color: #0068cf; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">http://www.retailsims.com/OFB_Shops/OFB_Baby/BabyPlace.htm</a></div><div><a href="http://www.retailsims.com/OFB_Shops/OFB_Baby/B_p/Baby_Olli.jpg" style="color: #0068cf; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"><img alt="Click to view full size" border="0" height="110" src="http://www.retailsims.com/OFB_Shops/OFB_Baby/B_p/110_Ollie.jpg" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" width="110" /></a></div></td></tr>
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Lydia's heart leaped for joy upon opening the boxes!! Ray couldn't wipe his tears fast enough as they both opened the boxes together in the livingroom. Object after object, the couple was overjoyed at what seemed to be a fresh start, once again...even if only for the moment. Things got a little bit, 'hopeful'. </div><div><br />
</div><div>THANK YOU for your kind thoughts, Fiona and Jesse Kent, and Rebecca and Julio Wilsonoff! You have no idea how much we appreciate this!</div><div><br />
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</tbody></table></div></div>Simmington Hillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11808871601727216147noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322934582007432028.post-75362140073501403202010-05-15T06:47:00.009-05:002010-05-20T06:59:05.267-05:00Summer Internship, Pt. 2 - July 2008<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2010/03/summer-internship-june-2008.html">Part 1 - Summer Internship - June 2008</a><br />
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<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/sabien-cunningham-sr.html">Sabien Cunningham, Sr.</a> is 52, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/nick-michels.html">Nick Michels</a> is 52, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/trenton-vanhouten.html">Trenton VanHouten</a> is 26, and AV guest, <a href="http://applevalleyblogs.blogspot.com/search/label/Warwick-S%27Ahmisa">S'Ahmisa Warwick</a> is 18.<br />
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With nothing to do at the mansion, S'Ahmisa was asked to accompany Mayor Cunningham on a dinner meeting with some members of his Hood Administration. Usually, an intern wouldn't be requested to attend an after-hours meeting like this one, but since S'Ahmisa was staying with the Cunninghams...Sabien felt it was appropriate for her to see how business is conducted outside of the office, in a more intimate setting.<br />
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<em>"We're not gonna be long, just a quick dinner to see what they want to talk to me about."</em> Sabien said to S'Ahmisa while heading outside to the car.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/JulyInternship_05-09-10002.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/JulyInternship_05-09-10002.png" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Whatever the meeting was about, S'Ahmisa secretly hoped it wouldn't upset Mayor Cunningham. She had never seen his more vulnerable side until last night. She heard him in his office, late, crying and sniffling; blowing his nose into a tissue....and she immediately wondered if everything was alright with him.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/JulyInternship_05-09-10003.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/JulyInternship_05-09-10003.png" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Walking to the car, he seemed tired and agitated.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><a name='more'></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As they pulled up to the Skyline Lounge, S'Ahmisa was impressed with the odd shape of the fancy restaurant.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/JulyInternship_05-09-10011.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/JulyInternship_05-09-10011.png" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Wasn't this where Rashid's prom was supposed to be held?"</em> She asked.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Yes, it sure was..."</em> Sabien responded sadly. He had forgotten about that. <em>"Maybe next year, the kids can use it."</em> He said optimistically.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thoughts about his older sons being away from home, kept him in a solemn mood lately.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">S'Ahmisa had excused herself to the bathroom, as Sabien found a table for the four of them to dine.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Hey there, old man."</em> Nick Michels chuckled as he greeted his longtime friend. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/JulyInternship_05-09-10013.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/JulyInternship_05-09-10013.png" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Like you can talk. Heyyy, have a seat, Nick. How are ya?"</em> Sabien smiled. He was always glad to see Nick smiling; it shows that he isn't taking his 2nd chance at life for granted.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"We're waiting for my intern to get back from the ladies room, and for Trenton to get here."</em> Sabien passed a menu for Nick to glimpse through.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">***</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Hi, sorry I'm late...<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/true-vanhouten.html">True</a> decided she didn't want her uncles putting her down for the night, and she wouldn't let Daddy get out of the house."</em> Trenton laughed nervously. It was his first sit-down with the Mayor, and he was sorry to be late for an important meeting, such as this one.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/JulyInternship_05-09-10016.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/JulyInternship_05-09-10016.png" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Since it's on the Mayor, I'll have the Cedar Planked Salmon with Zucchini and Asian Rice."</em> Nick told the waiter. Grateful that he wouldn't have to come out of his empty pockets to pay for dinner.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/JulyInternship_05-09-10017.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/JulyInternship_05-09-10017.png" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As they waited for their dinner, Sabien brought up some interesting questions about S'Ahmisa's platform on custom imports.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"So you think it's better in the long run to limit the amount of custom imports?"</em> Sabien asked.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Of course, I do. Studies have shown that it even cuts down on traffic into the hoods, making ports and highways faster and safer to enter into." </em>S'Ahmisa explained.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/JulyInternship_05-09-10020.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/JulyInternship_05-09-10020.png" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Looks like you've done your research, young lady. "</em> Sabien said, impressed once again, with the bright young lady. <em>"Your fa</em><em>cts are true, but I'm not sure how many Simmingtonians would be willing to swap out their custom furniture for Maxis reupholstered ones."</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"You got that right."</em> Nick interjected. <em>"I bet you're not making many friends with this thesis of yours." </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"I'm making plenty of friends, thank you very much...<strong>lifelong</strong> friends, I'm sure, that will make great contacts for me in the future, when I run for Mayor." </em>S'Ahmisa stated confidently, in defense.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/JulyInternship_05-09-10021.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/JulyInternship_05-09-10021.png" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Do you know how hard it was to find a pink kitchen?! My <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/honey-michels.html">wife</a> was damn near - 'scuse my french, young lady - <strong>sleeping</strong> at the furniture store waiting on her <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2008/04/simday-20-honey.html">custom-ordered bubblegum pink cabinets</a> to come in!"</em> Nick chuckled along with the others at the table.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"It's not hard if you make the change gradually. Many stores are available to customize Maxis furniture into anything you want...look at Mr. Dalton's store, <a href="http://www.freewebs.com/keithdalton/">SimCity Furniture</a>. Those designers have the skills to do it, they just don't have a lot of those type of orders coming in. <a href="http://keithdalton.webs.com/aboutthedesigners.htm">Jolie Dawson</a> told me about it."</em> S'Ahmisa clarified.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"I'll keep all this in mind. Although, I doubt I'll put any limits on it legally. Our import traffic is only, what...45 minutes nowadays? We've gotten so used to the delay, it's not a huge problem."</em> Sabien insisted.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">***</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Speaking of problems..."</em> Trenton interrupted. <em>"The reason I asked for this meeting was to discuss my new tax plans."</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/JulyInternship_05-09-10023.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/JulyInternship_05-09-10023.png" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sabien groaned loudly, although unintentially. He played it off as if some food went down the wrong way.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"We're going to find ourselves going down with a sinking ship, if we don't do something right now about our hood's income. Our expenses are thousands of simoleans more than our income, each rotation."</em><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/JulyInternship_05-09-10024.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/JulyInternship_05-09-10024.png" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">-- Nick interrupted.<em> </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Since Trenton works under me, I've taken the liberty of going over the hood's 2008 Budget with him."</em> He said nervously to Mayor Cunningham while slowly picking through his food in order to have something to do with his hands...other than fidget.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"That's quite alright, I don't have a problem with that." </em>Sabien smiled.<em> You both are part of the Business/Finance Department of the Administration; working together towards the common goal, right?"</em> Sabien smiled awkwardly. He <em>hated</em> talking about the hood's lack of money. So much had gone into raising over 3 million simoleans in a <a href="http://simmingtonhills.webs.com/communityevents.htm">Silent Auction fundraiser</a> nearly 6 years ago, (before the new time relevance kicked in.)...<em>where's all that money now?</em> Sabien wondered.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"We've still got a substantial amount of overhead yet in the budget..."</em> Trenton said looking at Nick. <em>"Around 1.9 million. But, that's almost half of what we had 6 years ago. We're eating through that money quickly."</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em></em><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/JulyInternship_05-09-10026.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/JulyInternship_05-09-10026.png" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"My proposal is to raise taxes 5%, on the wealthier residents of Willow County. It's not going to do much, but anything is better nothing."</em> Trenton took a deep breath and spewed this out so fast, no one heard anything but the words - raise taxes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sabien looked at the both of them. He never wanted to raise taxes on his watch. How could he even begin explaining this to his sitizens, the need to do that?! How do you justify it after raising over 3 million simoleans? Sims just aren't going to understand it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Not many Sims fall into that category, Sabien."</em> Nick interrupted. Very thankful that he wasn't among that category.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"So, we have to do this? How much are we talking about again?"</em> Sabien asked, still maintaining his awkward smile.</div><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/JulyInternship_05-09-10028.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/JulyInternship_05-09-10028.png" tt="true" /></a><br />
<em>"Only 5%. It's been 10% straight across the board for many years now. I think you've done well to keep your word, even when we were threatened with bankruptcy, you maintained the taxes. Now we're gonna ask those Sims whose networth is over $150,000, to pay 15% in taxes." </em>Trenton explained.<br />
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<em>"Are you sure we're never-ever going to have to go over a 5% increase, ever again, on my watch?"</em> Sabien asked earnestly. He got nods from both Nick and Trenton.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/JulyInternship_05-09-10037.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/JulyInternship_05-09-10037.png" tt="true" /></a></div><em>"Who does this affect?"</em> Sabien looked at Nick.<br />
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<em>"Based on our <a href="http://simmingtonhills.webs.com/censusbureau.htm">2006 Census</a>, only about 4 households...but, as you know, that could change once the final budget is tallied in 2010."</em> Nick said.<br />
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<em>"Makes me wish I paid taxes."</em> Sabien mumbled; hating to see his hood suffering in any way.<br />
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<em>"That would be against the law, sir."</em> Trenton said sympathetically.<br />
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<em>"Alright, well then, this is what we'll do. I hate to do this...let me just go on record saying that. You've got the necessary forms made out already? We've still got plenty of time before the April 2009 taxes are due." </em>Sabien asked.<br />
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<em>"The new </em><a href="http://laurelcrossing.wordpress.com/2010/01/27/gameplay-notes-tax-collection-preview/"><em>tax forms</em></a><em> have already been sent to us by someone in the Department of City Treasury, in the </em><a href="http://laurelcrossing.wordpress.com/"><em>City of Laurel Crossing</em></a><em>, where Dimitry Barnes is Mayor."</em> Trenton responded.<br />
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<em>"I know you're worried about your popularity polls, Sabien. But, we'll weather this storm, too..like we always do. It's best to go ahead and get the word out now, so that Sims can be prepared, right Trenton?"</em> Nick asked.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/JulyInternship_05-09-10032.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/JulyInternship_05-09-10032.png" tt="true" /></a></div><em>"Absolutely. I'll send a <a href="http://simdayspaper.blogspot.com/2010/05/mayor-cunningham-raises-taxes-july-2008.html">statement over to The Simmington-Times tomorrow morning</a>."</em> Trenton smiled, relieved that this meeting was over, and that it went as well as it did.<br />
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<em>"Don't mention that 3 million...if they're reminded, sitizens will fly off the handle."</em> Sabien said nervously.<br />
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Turning to Nick, Sabien shook his hand...<br />
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<em>"The Hood Administration will meet at City Hall next month in August. We'll touch base on everything then. Goodnight, Nick."</em> Sabien said, as he and S'Ahmisa left to go home. <br />
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<em>"Goodnight, man...take it easy."</em> Nick smiled and patted Sabien on the shoulder.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/JulyInternship_05-09-10039.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/JulyInternship_05-09-10039.png" tt="true" /></a></div>Simmington Hillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11808871601727216147noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322934582007432028.post-78439249105473675992010-05-10T08:00:00.038-05:002010-06-17T08:05:46.032-05:00SSU - July 2008<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2009/10/rashid-cunningham.html">Rashid Cunningham</a> and <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/elmer-valdes.html">Elmer Valdes</a> are both 19. <br />
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Not much has changed at Sims State University since the Founders were here many years ago. That goes for the Landgraab Dorms, as well. It's still the same old boring place.<br />
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Rashid made sure to grab the room that his Mom told him to get...it was her old room; right next to the exit/entrance doors. <em>"You can see who's coming and going..." </em>She said. <br />
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And neither of the boys brought much stuff from home. They preferred to get their <em>own</em> stuff as time went on. Rashid brought his clothes and his new laptop computer from <a href="http://applevalleyblogs.blogspot.com/search/label/Kent">Fiona Kent</a>. He needed it to link up with the college's website and email system for access to class assignments and notes from his professors. <br />
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He sat there for a moment, whistling a tune, while he tried to think of which video game he wanted to play. Classes wouldn't start until tomorrow. He felt free and in control of his own destiny...like a true <em>adult</em> with no one breathing down his neck to do something productive.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/College%20Years/SSU%202008/UniFreshman_05-01-10004.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/College%20Years/SSU%202008/UniFreshman_05-01-10004.png" tt="true" /></a></div>Elmer took another approach after he unpacked his belongings. He went to the gym and spent several hours trying to work off the extra weight he'd gained back home. He didn't want to be the fat guy on campus with the chubby face. He wanted to look <em>good</em>.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Too bad the study session didn't last long, he really didn't understand what the heck he was reading. He just wants to study art, forget all this other logical, mumbo-jumbo, stuff.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/College%20Years/SSU%202008/UniFreshman_05-01-10005.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/College%20Years/SSU%202008/UniFreshman_05-01-10005.png" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He smelled the buttery-sweet pancakes and syrup from the cafeteria and excused himself to go grab a plate...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<em>"I'll do what I have to do....and you gon' help me. I can't stand sleeping on a twin bed anymore, man...I've done it all my life and I need to be able stretch out. Plus, what if we meet some girls?"</em> Rashid smiled as he sat down.<br />
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<em>"I'm not trying to date anybody but <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/sierra-spencer.html">Sierra</a>, dude."</em> Elmer smiled back at him. <em>"All I'm here to do is go to class."</em><br />
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<em> </em><em>"Yeahhh...right. Okay. If you say so...Well, you gon' need a double for Sierra, right? Riighht?!"</em> Rashid eats like he hasn't had a meal in awhile, while Elmer realizes for the first time that he could actually <em>hook up</em> with Sierra now, without any interruptions...he gets up to go make the call to the furniture store. <br />
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Rashid laughed as his childhood friend 'walked-ran' to the phone to order two double beds for their rooms.<br />
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Rashid has always been a little jealous of Elmer and Sierra's relationship. She wasn't but a year older than Tyisha and yet her father lets her go out with Elmer with no objections. <em>Yeah, sure...the guy is a virgin, but it's not like I'M a player or anything...I've only been with one Sim!</em> He thinks to himself.<br />
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Poor Rashid...his love life is a 'blank' right now. He's all over the map as far as his feelings go, so he dances it out, while he thinks things over.<br />
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He's been feeling kinda homesick, but he's only an hour away. He wanted to talk to <em>somebody</em> from home; didn't matter who it was, so he called them all...that didn't matter either, because no one seemed to miss Rashid quite as much as he was missing them.<br />
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Pretty soon his hip hop dancing incited a small party in the cafeteria. It took his mind off things. <em> <span style="font-size: x-small;">He's a great dancer, actually...to my surprise! I'm like...'When did he learn how to do all that?!' LOL! He was jammin!!</span></em><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another night, the phone had woken him from a deep sleep. He wondered, <em>what the hell could she be calling Elmer for?</em> He couldn't even recall if they'd ever met! It wasn't at graduation, she was with Tomika and SayJ the whole time. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/College%20Years/SSU%202008/UniFreshman_05-01-10035.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/College%20Years/SSU%202008/UniFreshman_05-01-10035.png" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then he remembered the girl downtown talking about Elmer like he was some kind of 'hot jock' or something. <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/College%20Years/SSU%202008/2008Internship_03-02-100015.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/College%20Years/SSU%202008/2008Internship_03-02-100015.png" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, the guy can paint great pictures and he's working all over town with the newspaper and stuff, <em>so what?</em>...Rashid reminds himself again that S'Ahmisa is a girl who likes ambition, and ambition-minded Sims.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> - Or maybe she's just trying to make him jealous and he'll hear from her soon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But, the calls didn't stop...She KEPT calling Elmer.</div><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/College%20Years/SSU%202008/UniFreshman_05-02-10025.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/College%20Years/SSU%202008/UniFreshman_05-02-10025.png" tt="true" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em><strong>Memory Lane pic</strong>: Awww! This was taken so long ago! <span style="font-size: x-small;">*pinches their cheeks*</span> </em><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/EE_Valdes/ValdesEE_11-12-0712.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/EE_Valdes/ValdesEE_11-12-0712.jpg" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">***</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>I decided to let the boys tell me if they wanted to work towards their grades or not. They didn't. :P However, they both rolled a fear of getting on academic probation. I took that as meaning, they didn't want to work hard for the grades, but they didn't want to flunk out of school, either! </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>So I let them go to class autonomously, and now I see that gets them pretty good grades...however, I played this semester for too long (darn near 4 days!). If I had only played it for say...2 days (like I play the rest of the hood), their grades wouldn't have been so high. Next time, I'll consider doing that...I just needed to get my pics shot, that's why it took so long! LOL!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>***</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em><a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/erline-valdes.html">Erline Valdes</a>, has the summer off to be with her baby, and won't start WilTech Community College until Fall 2008. (I'm not sure yet how I'm going to present that update...I'm sure an idea or two will come to me by then.) </em></div>Simmington Hillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11808871601727216147noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322934582007432028.post-23100714505422232512010-05-08T09:21:00.002-05:002010-05-08T09:49:01.248-05:00CommentsI'm unable to post comments to my own blog, guys! Blogger has an issue that seems to be happening to lots of other bloggers out there as well. When I hit submit to post my comment, an error page comes up stating:<br />
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Who knows what it means...?? I have written and posted my issue on the Blogger Help Forum (along with tens of other people), with no response.<br />
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I appreciate all of your comments, and since you take the time to respond to my updates, I think it's only right that I share the comment I took the time to write. So, despite my current difficulties...I'm posting my comment here. :P<br />
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Call it what you will...tacky, unclassy...whatevah...it's <i>my</i> blog. I need to move on from this issue before it has me pulling my hair out! It doesn't take much to make me frustrated nowadays.<br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">My comment in response to your wonderful messages for </span></i><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Coming of Age...Celebrate Life! - June 2008</span></i></b><br />
<b>LC</b>, I'm so surprised you've never seen Rashid and Tomika's resemblance until now! I've ALWAYS thought he looked like Tomika. He's got her facial structure (eye shape, etc.) and his Dad's nose, I think. But the other two...they belong to Daddy for sure! LOL! No doubts about them. hahaha!<br />
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I agree with your comment about Lydia. Absolutely. She is definitely concerned about Ray liking teenagers, and asked him if he had a problem back in November, before they got married. He denied it of course. But, I'm gonna say this...he has always, always gravitated towards teenagers in my game. I don't know why that is, but I noticed the minute he moved into town. He heart-farts for every young girl that walks by him! I hope he's over it now, though. Surely, he's learned his lesson.<br />
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One things for sure...I can't wait to get to their household's rotation. Just to see what happens! You gotta remember, Lydia just found out about Ray fathering Emilene around the end of May..it's only barely the beginning of July now. So it's been a little over a month since she got the crippling news that he lied to her about he and Erline's affair happening only once, five years ago. <br />
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She'll make her decision after her baby is born, I'm sure. I want to look at them in action and see what kinds of things spring up. Heck, she might decide to keep him...I figure right now, she's not wanting to have this baby by herself. She wants Ray to be there. She's too family-oriented to even consider putting him out, at this point. (Because of her traits, not her aspirations.)<br />
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<b>RD</b> and <b>Mizz</b>, Rashid IS fine, isn't he?! I'm so proud of that boy. *smiles at her little pixel son* LOL! <br />
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<b>RD</b>, I hope you can find those dimples you were telling me about. That's how I picture him, too! They would be perfect!<br />
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<b>Mizz</b> and <b>LC</b>, I can also imagine that Lydia will be playing 'detective' a lot being that she's so adventurous, and that's no way to live...always checking behind somebody. LOL! However, she gets caught up a lot in her own thinking (she's absent-minded)...and that tends to keep her from really dealing with the present situation, also.<br />
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<b>AV</b>, thanks so much for saying you can see my Sims' style. I really appreciate it. I try very hard to consider their financial situations, their preferences and personalities and put that into their homes and in their choice of clothes.<br />
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<b>Francesca</b>, yes Ray does. He thinks that she's going through a roller coaster ride of emotions right now because she's pregnant. Ray is a book smart genius, but he has no common sense, poor guy..I've said that about him a lot. He knows his wife's sensibilities lean towards keeping her family together...so he's banking on that right now.<br />
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I love Chuck and Viv. They are so loving and loyal to each other. It's funny...Viv came from my old hood. She used to be the poor, trailer park living, single woman/borderline insane, who used to clean houses for a living. She'd come to some of my wealthier Sims' homes as their maid. LOL! I'm pretty happy that I gave her an opportunity to be more than that in this Simmington Hills hood. She really does shine.<br />
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<b>Carla</b>, I think they are VERY adorable. I made Viv based on a model's photo I found online. (Donna Blair, too) I truly hope they have another baby, in fact, I'm reaaaallly hoping. I think they're both SO attractive! But like a lot of players, I don't interfere with that part of the game, unless they both roll the Want to Have a Baby..then I might make it happen for them the Maxis way...but otherwise, I just let ACR do it's magic. <br />
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Chuck never rolled the Want to Have a Baby (Viv did, but I didn't do anything about it)...I figured Chuck wanted them to concentrate on their fish farm and on Viv's journalism career. Viv wants to travel a lot, so a baby wouldn't be conducive for that...however, ACR stepped in and brought them little Darcy, despite what Chuck wanted. LOL! Maybe this will make them a little more open for more babies. *smiles*<br />
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That little Hannah is a doll. I love AZsimmer's VanHouten family. They've got the Maxis eyes, I think...I use defaults. But even though I'm not a fan of the big glassy-looking eyes, I think it's so cute in the VanHoutens' case, because it makes them so different from other Sims in my hood. I'm in love with each one of them, the brothers, too...although I haven't gotten to know the toddler girls, yet. I do know that Maxsim's daughter, Hannah, seems to be a little smarter than the others. AZ said she felt the same way. We'll see how their personalities evolve as they get older.<br />
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<i>Thanks everyone for reading and posting! (If any new comments are made, I'll add my response here as well.)</i><br />
<i>--green</i>Simmington Hillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11808871601727216147noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322934582007432028.post-10591731962006139042010-05-05T06:47:00.003-05:002010-05-05T07:13:28.782-05:00Coming of Age...Celebrate Life! - June 2008<em><span style="color: orange;"><strong>All age transitions, births, and upcoming births will be posted under the new Coming of Age - Celebrate Life! threads. </strong></span></em><br />
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<em>In this update, I'm excluding Sims that should be here...ie. Keva Michels (12), Kendra Bachelor (12), Kent Bachelor (4), and Ashanti Raphael (4). Keva Michels and Ashanti Raphael transitioned too early (my mistake), and the others moved into town already at a transitional age. </em><br />
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<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/vivienne-everett.html">Viv Everett</a> was surprised when <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/charles-everett.html">Chuck</a> called her into the nursery to show her a <i>big blue fish rug</i> he'd bought for the baby. They didn't have much money to spend on a nursery, but they made the most of what they could buy.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"T<em>he baby's gonna love it! Hopefully, he or she will one day run Everett Home Fishery, just like Daddy does." </em>Viv said enthusiastically.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i></i></div><i></i><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the last few months, Chuck, who has <i>never</i> wanted kids...has seemed to get more excited about this pending birth. When she first found out, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2009/02/simday-25-chuck.html">Viv tried to hide her pregnancy from him</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/ComingofAge_04-28-10009.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/ComingofAge_04-28-10009.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Chuck took the day off from his Dolphin Tank cleaning job to be with Viv on her due date. He fluffed the pillows out on the sofa to make sure she was comfortable when her labor pains increased.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/ComingofAge_04-28-10011.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/ComingofAge_04-28-10011.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Soon, the time came for Vivienne to give birth. She was glad, too...she hadn't written an article in the newspaper since <a href="http://simdayspaper.blogspot.com/2009/11/headlines-home-invasion.html">March</a>! She's ready to get back to it. Cameron had placed her on maternity leave, waaay too early in her opinion. Possibly because he didn't want <a href="http://simdayspaper.blogspot.com/2009/11/local-resident-suffers-miscarriage-by.html">what happened to his wife, Stacy,</a> to happen to her. <br />
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She'd had a smooth pregnancy and her delivery was no exception. Dr. Dalton was there to assist her and everything went easily.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/ComingofAge_04-28-10021.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/ComingofAge_04-28-10021.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The beautiful baby girl was born Thursday, Simday 26, June 2008 at 3:20 p.m. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Welcome to The Hills, <strong>Lindsey</strong></span><strong> Darcel "Darcy" Everett</strong></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/ComingofAge_04-28-10031.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/ComingofAge_04-28-10031.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She's got her father's brown hair and brown eyes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/scot-cunningham.html">Scot Cunningham</a>, 4 yrs.</strong></div><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/ComingofAge_04-30-10002.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/ComingofAge_04-30-10002.png" tt="true" /></a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/hannah-vanhouten.html">Hannah VanHouten</a>, 4 yrs.</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/ComingofAge_04-30-10003.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/ComingofAge_04-30-10003.png" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2009/10/rashid-cunningham.html"><strong>Rashid Cunningham</strong></a><strong>, 19 yrs.</strong> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/ComingofAge_04-30-10008.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/ComingofAge_04-30-10008.png" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/elmer-valdes.html"><strong>Elmer Valdes</strong></a><strong>, 19 yrs.</strong><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/ComingofAge_04-30-10009.png" tt="true" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/erline-valdes.html">Erline Valdes</a>, 19 yrs.</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/ComingofAge_04-30-10006.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Coming%20of%20Age/ComingofAge_04-30-10006.png" tt="true" /></a></div>Simmington Hillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11808871601727216147noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322934582007432028.post-27199023671665288402010-04-30T06:24:00.006-05:002010-04-30T21:18:38.146-05:00Aerial Bionic Concert - June 2008<div style="margin: 0px;">Aerial Bionic and S'Ahmisa Warwick are visiting from <a href="http://applevalleyblogs.blogspot.com/">Apple Valley</a>. <br />
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</div><div style="margin: 0px;">After the graduation ceremony, some families had dinner at the fancy Skyline Lounge, other Sims went home to rest, and <em>some</em> Sims changed into more comfortable summer clothes, all for the much-awaited concert of Aerial Bionic's Ursha Tour! <span style="font-size: x-small;">(Tickets were $50/adults and $25/teens and children.)</span><br />
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Rashid made his way to the ticket booth and saw Tyisha waiting there for him to arrive. At first he was filled with dread, but then he thought about how much he missed their friendship. <em>Could she ever be his BF again?</em><br />
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There she goes with that <em>kiddie</em> stuff...<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Ha, ha...Hey Tyisha."</em> Rashid faked. He's not feeling it today. He just graduated and all he wants is S'Ahmisa on his arm; to sit back and enjoy the music with her...and create a memory with her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<a name='more'></a></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><em>"We're so glad to be here tonight at the Ithaca Outdoor Concert Stage! YEAHHH! *applause* I'm Trevor Yates...*whistles and applause* and we'd like to thank you folks for coming out and supporting our music. We wouldn't be where we are today, if it weren't for our fans...</em><br />
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<em>*more applause erupts*</em><br />
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<em>I'd like to bring out my bandmate...you all know him...Gareth Thayer from New Eden, GIVE IT UP!!</em><br />
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<em>*even more applause*</em><br />
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<em>Simmington Hills....we just want you to know....we've got STONE LOVE for ya!! STONE LOVE! HERE WE GO...1, 2, 3!! ...."</em><br />
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<em>*the guitar kicks in and the concert starts.*</em><br />
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<div style="margin: 0px;">S'Ahmisa was overjoyed to see the band from her hometown. It made her less homesick. She knew their music and was quite the fan of Trevor Yates, the lead singer!</div><div style="margin: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin: 0px;"><i>"Ooh Rashid, I'm sooo happy I'm here for this!"</i> S'Ahmisa bounced as Rashid held her. He wondered if he'd get lucky tonight.</div><div style="margin: 0px;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Community%20Events/Aerial%20Bionic%20Concert/AerialBionicConcert_04-22-10014.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Community%20Events/Aerial%20Bionic%20Concert/AerialBionicConcert_04-22-10014.png" /></a></div><div style="margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Tyisha looks like she's saying...</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"Get me away from here, please!"</span></i></span></div><div style="margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">S'Ahmisa loves the sound of Trevor's voice. His look and the way he moves...his body is electrifying! She planned to stare at him all evening! She's <em>definitely</em> going to get Rashid's money's worth! - And <em>that</em>...she did.</span></div><div style="margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;">He thought she looked cute, too, with her hair straightened out. But he was feeling himself way too much to give her a compliment back. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin: 0px;">The Aerial Bionic <a href="http://www.freewebs.com/pennelsonproductions/simusicrecords.htm#381415627">CDs</a> and merchandise are a hot seller! Lots of Sims want souvenirs from the concert. <em><span style="font-size: x-small;">(You can pick some up, too!)</span></em></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin: 0px;">As the sun was going down, Elmer and Sierra Spencer went and found a quiet place over by the bathrooms; away from the crowd...but they hurried back to their seats so word wouldn't get back to her father, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/sergio-spencer.html">Sergio</a>.</div><div style="margin: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;">Gosh, she's gonna miss him when he's gone! But, I'm sure her <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2010/02/anbachelor-june-2008.html">ROTC military training</a> will keep her busy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;">***</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Community%20Events/Aerial%20Bionic%20Concert/AerialBionicConcert_04-24-10011.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Community%20Events/Aerial%20Bionic%20Concert/AerialBionicConcert_04-24-10011.png" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Tomika tells Stacy Masters she thinks they're gonna get a SimGrammy for this album...they're good!!</span></em><em></em></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><em>"That Old Llama Juice, ain't good for ya baby...makes you crazy. Peddlin' on the street for some change....The Sim Shrink can't help youuuu. Sim Bunny won't come to youuuuu.." </em>Trevor serenades in his best falsetto.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Community%20Events/Aerial%20Bionic%20Concert/AerialBionicConcert_04-24-10013.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Community%20Events/Aerial%20Bionic%20Concert/AerialBionicConcert_04-24-10013.png" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">S'Ahmisa never sat down.</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><em>*The Simmy Hendricks-like guitar licks, set fire to the air! And the melody makes Sims close their eyes and smile.*</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><em>*The crowd stands up and goes crazy!*</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><em>"Let me Mystical, Xi, Free, yooouuuuu...Free your mind, girrl! <span style="font-size: large;">FREE!</span> Take you on a Mystical Journeeeeyyy, girrrl. <span style="font-size: large;">FREE!</span> You know I can."</em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><em>"Can I do that, Simmington Hills?!!"</em> Trevor yells.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><em>*YEAH!!! Woooohh!!!*</em></div><br />
Trevor Yates singles S'Ahmisa out at the end of the night...oh yes, he's been watching the beautiful girl the whole time. He felt that mic stand up as if he was touching <i>her</i> body, then he came to the edge of the stage to sing the hit <em>straight</em> to <em>her</em>...gyrating his hips slowly from left to right.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;">She stood in the middle aisle in a <em>trance</em>! Singing along with him. Rashid had<em> long</em> given up, and left to go look at the AB merchandise. The lyrics were too suggestive for him anyways...<em>This concert's for girls,</em> he thought to himself.</div><br />
S'Ahmisa turned for a moment to go follow him, but when she turned back around and saw Trevor beckoning to her...she stopped in her tracks. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;">S'Ahmisa made sure to show her appreciation to Trevor Yates once he jumped down off that stage to meet the Mayor... <em>*shakes head*</em></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;">Everything ended promptly around 7:30 pm or so...AB had to leave that night for another tour stop; yet another looong trip ahead of them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;">Be sure and check out <a href="http://simdayspaper.blogspot.com/2010/04/aerial-bionic-interview-hills-gossip.html">Marisa Bendett's interview with Aerial Bionic</a> for <i>THG</i>!</div>Simmington Hillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11808871601727216147noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322934582007432028.post-51708451976772529502010-04-25T00:00:00.038-05:002010-06-19T07:09:03.768-05:00Commencement Ceremony - June 2008<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2009/10/rashid-cunningham.html">Rashid Cunningham</a> is 18, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/elmer-valdes.html">Elmer Valdes</a> is 18, and <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/erline-valdes.html">Erline Valdes</a> is 18. (<a href="http://applevalleyblogs.blogspot.com/search/label/Warwick-S%27Ahmisa">S'Ahmisa Warwick</a> is visiting from Apple Valley.)<br />
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**<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/marchon-cunningham.html">Marchon Cunningham</a>, <em>Valedictorian of The Class of 2008</em>, is 17 and currently attending the <a href="http://riverdale-sims.blogspot.com/search/label/University%20of%20Riverdale">University of Riverdale</a>. He elected to graduate high school early.**<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">It was a gorgeous Saturday morning! The </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">birds graced the surroundings with their melodious songs. The rays of sun warmed the souls of everyone and brightened the day with more sunshine. </span><br />
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</div>As the guests filed into the quaint auditorium, ushers passed out programs at the door.<br />
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<a name='more'></a>It was certainly a day of celebration! Mostly everyone was excited and joyous to see this group of teenagers graduate from high school and embark on the next phase of their lives...<br />
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....that is, everyone except Tyisha Masters, who wished she could be any place else but <em>here</em>. <br />
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<em>"It's freakin' hot in here, Daddy!"</em> 14 year old Tyisha quibbled; fanning herself rapidly as if she were having hot flashes.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Community%20Events/2008%20Graduation/2008Graduation_04-20-10006.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Community%20Events/2008%20Graduation/2008Graduation_04-20-10006.png" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cameron made a split decision not to respond. He knew full well that this was not the place for a <em>showdown</em>. And that's exactly what Tyisha was baiting him for. In fact, the auditorium was pleasantly cool under the central air conditioning. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cameron could not miss today's event for anything in the world so he dragged Tyisha there with him, despite her complaints. She needs to learn some respect....two of his closest friends in the world, Sabien Cunningham, Sr. and Edward Valdes, his former upstairs neighbor at Cedar Two Flat Apts., are seeing their children graduate today. It's a huge milestone in not only a child's life, but the parent's life as well...and he wanted to share this joy with them!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The microphone whistled and thumped as Mayor Cunningham took to the podium.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"I would like to thank everyone for coming. I'd also like to thank our esteemed panel on the stage. Mrs. Emerita Valdes, Superintendent of The Board of Education, and Mrs. Maxine Wise, Education Director. <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/steve-vanhouten.html">Steve VanHouten</a> is here as well, please stand, Steve. Everyone give him some applause, he's the kids' high school teacher, and we certainly appreciate all that he has done to get these kids prepared for college.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>It's great to look around this audience and see loved ones, and those that have shared in the upbringing of our kids. It seems like yesterday these kids were toddling around on the floor, learning how to use the potty."</em> Sabien chuckled at the podium and laughter filled the hall. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"But, look at them now! They are ready to make that leap into the future. Hopefully, we as parents, have filled them with all the tools they'll need to succeed out there in the world. Hopefully, we have taught them the tools of survival. Let's all join together in celebrating this rite of passage by giving these kids a round of applause." </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Cheers! To the Class of 2008!!" </em>Sabien exclaimed loudly into the mic, before he took his seat.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The crowd burst into applause.</div><br />
<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/jacques-wise.html">Jacques Wise</a> made his way up to the stage to play the traditional ceremonial song that most of us have proudly marched to, at some point in our lives. <br />
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The applause grew louder as the small class of kids made their appearance from the back.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Community%20Events/2008%20Graduation/2008Graduation_04-20-10009.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Community%20Events/2008%20Graduation/2008Graduation_04-20-10009.png" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Some people stood up, whooping and hollering, as the kids made their way down the aisle! The room was filled with a sense of accomplishment and pride as they walked in. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Community%20Events/2008%20Graduation/2008Graduation_04-20-10011.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Community%20Events/2008%20Graduation/2008Graduation_04-20-10011.png" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">All three students were beaming with smiles; some nervous...and some just nervously smiling.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div>As the graduates and everyone took their seats, Mayor Cunningham read a letter - a poem - from the Class of 2008 Valedictorian, Marchon Cunningham, who could not attend today's ceremony.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Community%20Events/2008%20Graduation/2008Graduation_04-20-10012.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Community%20Events/2008%20Graduation/2008Graduation_04-20-10012.png" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>*"We must keep on learning though our graduation is done, </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Our whole life is an education that has only just begun, </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>This diploma is the first big step, </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>for knowledge is the special key,</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>to winning what we want in life, </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>and being who we want to be,</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>If we're always a student, </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>we'll find the secrets to success, </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>and travel on the golden road, </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em> to peace and happiness."* <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(</span><span style="font-size: xx-small;">thanks to poemsource.com)</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Everyone applauded and cheered!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><em>"Congratulations Class of 2008! Now come on up here, as I call your name, and get your diploma!"</em> Sabien smiled, wiping the tears from his eyes.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(Example Diploma that the students received)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Community%20Events/2008%20Graduation/2008Graduation_04-14-10001.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="395" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Community%20Events/2008%20Graduation/2008Graduation_04-14-10001.png" width="400" wt="true" /></a></div><br />
<em>"Rashid Cunningham."</em> (big whoots, claps and cheers follow)<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Community%20Events/2008%20Graduation/2008Graduation_04-20-10013.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Community%20Events/2008%20Graduation/2008Graduation_04-20-10013.png" wt="true" /></a><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Community%20Events/2008%20Graduation/2008Graduation_04-20-10014.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Community%20Events/2008%20Graduation/2008Graduation_04-20-10014.png" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Community%20Events/2008%20Graduation/2008Graduation_04-20-10015.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Community%20Events/2008%20Graduation/2008Graduation_04-20-10015.png" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Congratulations son, I'm so proud of you."</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Community%20Events/2008%20Graduation/2008Graduation_04-20-10016.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Community%20Events/2008%20Graduation/2008Graduation_04-20-10016.png" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Graduating with honors, Elmer Valdes."</em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em></em><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Community%20Events/2008%20Graduation/2008Graduation_04-20-10018.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Community%20Events/2008%20Graduation/2008Graduation_04-20-10018.png" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"This is our tremendous artist and photographer, ya'll give it up!"</em> Sabien smiled and the crowd cheered.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Community%20Events/2008%20Graduation/2008Graduation_04-20-10020.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Community%20Events/2008%20Graduation/2008Graduation_04-20-10020.png" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Aww, my baby! My firstborn twin. I love you."</em> Emerita smiled through tears.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Graduating with honors, Erline Valdes."</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Community%20Events/2008%20Graduation/2008Graduation_04-20-10021-1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Community%20Events/2008%20Graduation/2008Graduation_04-20-10021-1.png" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Community%20Events/2008%20Graduation/2008Graduation_04-20-10022.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Community%20Events/2008%20Graduation/2008Graduation_04-20-10022.png" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"You made it, sweet darling...you really did it. I'm so proud of you, honey! Take this diploma and turn it into gold...the sky is the limit. I love you and I'm so very proud of you. <a href="http://simdayspaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-girl-may-2008-round-2008-by-marisa.html">Emilene Maree</a> is proud of you, too."</em> Emerita sobbed with happiness as tears rolled down Erline's cheeks.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Please read <a href="http://simdayspaper.blogspot.com/2010/04/1st-commencement-ceremony-in-hills-june.html"><i>The Simmington-Times</i> newspaper</a> for more information on the scholarships and future plans of these students.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">---</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>Man! This update almost didn't happen. It's taken me 5 days to capture this event because of crashing (custom clothing issues/no meshes). And then once the crashing stopped....I lucked out to even get some pics out of this wonky update! It was awful!! I was able to get one pic of the entire audience, but once the game was in motion, Sims kept jumping out of their seats left and right! I don't know what happened?! I had freewill OFF, but it didn't seem to matter, Sims were doing what they wanted to anyways! (ie. kicky bag) </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>While I had your attention turned towards the stage, at the students getting their diplomas, chaos was happening in the audience! LOL! I'm thinking maybe it was those chairs. They're actually lounge chairs. ? who knows what the problem was...anyways. *sighs*</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>Poor Erline....Sabien couldn't even give her a diploma! Every time I clicked on her, Sabien would half-spin. It looked bizarre! It's a wonder Emerita was able to even hug her! Craaazy game. Everything is alright now, I have played a little bit further past this update to see that no more jumping is occurring. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>(I think back to the Mayor's Ball and how huge that was...bigger than this event, and it crashed only once, then I was able to play it all the way through - no problems.)</i><i><br />
</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>---</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>Well, I'm so happy, regardless of my game issues, that this crew is finally graduated. Especially my Sim son, Rashid...I teared up, ya'll. I was thinking back to when he was born and all that...looking at old photos...LOL! I'm such a goofus. :P</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>---</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><b>EDITED TO ADD: </b> Just received this in the mail....*winks at AV*</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>To: Mayor Sabien Cunningham, Sr. c/o Rashid Cunningham</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>From: <a href="http://applevalleyblogs.blogspot.com/search/label/Kent">Fiona Kent</a>, Apple Valley President</i></div><i></i><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">((Thank you so much, Fiona, for the thoughtful gift! --Sabien, Sr. and Rashid))</span></div></td></tr>
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And lastly...one more gift! <span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>(Tomika forgot to post it..:P)</em></span><br />
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<strong>To:</strong> Rashid<br />
<strong>From:</strong> Mom, Dad, SayJ, and Scot<br />
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The next update will pick up from Saturday afternoon, after graduation...Simmington Hillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11808871601727216147noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322934582007432028.post-39109725078861244492010-03-14T15:45:00.013-05:002010-06-28T12:59:28.667-05:00Summer Internship - June 2008<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/sabien-cunningham-sr.html">Sabien, Sr.</a> is 52, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/tomika-cunningham.html">Tomika</a> is 52, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2009/10/rashid-cunningham.html">Rashid</a> is 18, and AV guest, <a href="http://applevalleyblogs.blogspot.com/search/label/Warwick-S%27Ahmisa">S'Ahmisa Warwick</a>, is 18.<br />
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<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-internship-pt-2-july-2008.html">Summer Internship - Part 2 - July 2008</a><br />
<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-internship-pt-3-august-2008.html">Summer Internship - Part 3 - August 2008</a><br />
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<div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">*a not-so-mini-mini update, I hope you enjoy.*</span></em></div><br />
It was the 2nd week of June, and quite a cool, crisp day for summer time...it felt more like spring time outside. Sabien watched as the beautiful girl descended the stairs in full Kimikurian dress. He was thrilled to be hosting his first summer internship with such a gifted student. <br />
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As S'Ahmisa stepped off the airplane, she remained very enthusiastic about her 3-month stay in Simmington Hills. Although the realization of being away from her family swiftly came over her just as the cool breeze blew onto her face. This was not another family trip. She was visiting another SUN hood all by herself.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-08-10009.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-08-10009.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>I can't believe I'm meeting Mayor Sabien Cunningham!</em> S'Ahmisa thought as her heart raced wildly. Her knees were a little shaky with nerves, and she concentrated intensely on her Geta sandals, trying not to stumble down the stairs in front of the man she's wanting to impress.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-08-10010.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-08-10010.png" vt="true" /></a></div>"<em>Mayor Cunningham, I'd like to give you this gift from </em><a href="http://applevalleyblogs.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-sweet-blossom-2005.html"><em>Kimikura</em></a><em> on behalf of my parents, <a href="http://applevalleyblogs.blogspot.com/2009/12/resident-database.html">Sazo and Sandy Warwick</a>, we think you'll like it alot."</em> S'Ahmisa nervously handed Sabien the heavy gift.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-08-10014.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-08-10014.png" vt="true" /></a></div><em>"Well, thank you, S'Ahmisa! I'm sure me and my wife will enjoy it very much. Thank your parents for me. I can't wait to see what it is!"</em> Sabien smiled.<br />
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<em>"Aren't you going to open it?" </em> S'Ahmisa smiled anxiously.<br />
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<em>"Sure, I can open it now..." </em>Sabien fumbled with the paper and the pretty red ribbon.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1m6h8Bljfgr5pmCSPhPaanKumbSz8hwVUjD11WtklTAZHDmfufyhr7IBMuhsVMXR8UVPP4A_hD0j3u6D1ppOn1Yz3LvvyCoIaBcWqWAZUvE4W_zWB4iqlFFJQP8OItc0xDTDQ1TMO9z_e/s1600-h/herbstea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1m6h8Bljfgr5pmCSPhPaanKumbSz8hwVUjD11WtklTAZHDmfufyhr7IBMuhsVMXR8UVPP4A_hD0j3u6D1ppOn1Yz3LvvyCoIaBcWqWAZUvE4W_zWB4iqlFFJQP8OItc0xDTDQ1TMO9z_e/s320/herbstea.jpg" vt="true" /></a></div> <em> "It's a gold-plated Kimikurian Tea Set. The kind they use in the old temples."</em> S'Ahmisa smiled. <em>"There's dry tea bags in there also, to revitalize your senses and make you feel refreshed and energetic."</em><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><em>"Oh wow! How beautiful!" </em>Sabien exclaimed. He had a luggage handler place the gift in the car, and turned back to S'Ahmisa.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"I hate to rush you, but we're gonna have to hurry and get changed. We've got a speaking engagement over in Bluewater Village."</em> Sabien stated.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"That's no problem, I can change quickly. I've brought a dress, is that too formal?"</em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-08-10017.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-08-10017.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"No, a dress will be fine. I'm wearing a suit. Hey, have you ever been to a military base? We've just opened the one in Bluewater, and I'm excited to see it." </em>Sabien asked her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-08-10018.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-08-10018.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">S'Amisa's thoughts flashed back home, and she thought of her boyfriend, Verde Herendez, and <a href="http://applevalleyblogs.blogspot.com/2010/02/much-time-2005.html">his efforts to pass the physical test at Fort Apple's ROTC camp</a>. Before she left, Verde had shared his intentions to marry S'Ahmisa with her parents. She was in no way ready to take such a big step. She was even questioning whether it was best to stay with Verde, since their lives were taking different directions.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sabien and S'Ahmisa continued their light chit-chat in the towncar all the way home. (The highlights of the Bluewater speaking engagement have been reported in the <a href="http://simdayspaper.blogspot.com/2010/03/political-internship-begins-for-apple.html">Simmington-Times Announcements section</a>.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Much later, just north of Cunningham Airport on Cedar Street, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/tyisha-masters.html">Tyisha Masters</a> was opening the newspaper to read the events of the day...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"What the heck is this?!?!"</em> As she sees the picture of this gorgeous girl from out of town, who's living at the same mansion as her boyfriend, Rashid...and he never even told her about it...</div><a name='more'></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Later that evening, back at <a href="http://simmingtonhills4.webs.com/magnoliamayorsmansion.htm">The Magnolia</a>, Tomika helped S'Ahmisa get settled in.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"<em>We are SO thrilled to have you with us, S'Ahmisa! Make yourself at home, okay? Now...this is Marchon's room, </em><a href="http://riverdale-sims.blogspot.com/search/label/University%20of%20Riverdale"><em>he's away at the University of Riverdale right now</em></a><em>, so he won't mind you sleeping in his bed. I put new sheets on there...he was missin' his soccer sheets, so I had to send them to him. </em> <em>The boy loves soccer.</em> Tomika laughs. <em>But, can</em> <em>you imagine a grown man, still wanting to sleep on the same sheets he did as a young child? It just lets me know he misses home, really bad."</em></div><br />
S'Ahmisa couldn't help but think of Rashid, while Tomika talked. She wasn't expecting him to be so handsome in person. Even though it seemed she had more in common with Marchon, Rashid seemed like such a free spirit, the same freedom she was feeling since she'd arrived - just plain old, free. Away from home and in a new place.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-02-1000153.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-02-1000153.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">S'Ahmisa chuckled with her.<em> </em>She had heard the highlights of the conversation in the midst of her own indulgent thoughts...soccer and leaving home for school.<em> "Oh I love soccer, too! I totally understand where he's coming from. However, I'm staying close to home when I go to school. I plan to attend Pierce University this fall and I hope it will fulfill all my expectations. </em><em>You know I met another family from Apple Valley today, the <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2010/02/bruce-peterson.html">Peterson's</a>, they've even been stationed in Kimikura before!" </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em></em><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-02-1000152.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-02-1000152.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Without waiting for Tomika's response, S'Ahmisa changed her tone. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Can I share something with you, Mrs. Cunningham? </em>S'Ahmisa realized she was talking a lot. A mix of excitement and a sense of independence had masked her usual shyness, not to mention the fact that Mrs. Cunningham made her feel quite at home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Sure, dear, what is it?"</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"I have to admit, I'm pleasantly surprised to see how laid back you all are as a family. I really didn't know what to expect when I got here."</em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"You probably think we're a bunch of nuts, right?" </em>S'Ahmisa laughed again with Tomika. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Since she'd returned to the mansion from Bluewater, the place was filled with heavy running footsteps as the boys chased each other. 3 year old Scot ran after his brothers trying to keep up with them; plenty of jokes filled the air, loud bursts of laughter and screams as Sabien, Sr. wrestled Rashid to the ground; banging drum beats and bass licks were booming from the stereo, thanks to SayJ creating music on his synthesizer, non-stop. Rapping to his heart's content, and leaving it pumping at full blast to go mess with Rashid and his Daddy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_02-28-10031.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_02-28-10031.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">S'Ahmisa was totally not used to a house with a bunch of boys in it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Oh, you'll find out we're a crazy group. It's chaotic around here ALL the time. I feel like a drill sergeant on most days, trying to keep these boys in line." </em>Tomika smiled.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>***</em></div><em>"So how <strong>you</strong> doin?"</em> Rashid licked his lips, slowly like LL Sim J, as he looked over at this pretty girl. She looked so much more casual and comfortable than when he'd seen her earlier in her Asian outfit. They were upstairs alone in the attic, which had been transformed by his Dad into the TV room.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He was trying hard to mask the jitters he was feeling, but he really wanted to impress her. This girl was much more intelligent than he was...what the hell could he talk about with her? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"<a href="http://simdayspaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/headlines-deadly-hailstorm.html">I heard you guys had a bad hailstorm a week or so ago</a>...how's everything now?"</em> S'Ahmisa said to break the ice.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_02-28-10029.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_02-28-10029.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They chatted on and on, and the conversation felt easy. Rashid was worried for nothing. This girl enjoyed his space talk <em>and</em> his gaming conversation...most of all, she laughed at every single one of his jokes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When she left to go use the bathroom, Rashid didn't know whether it was more gentlemanly to stay put, stand up, or escort her downstairs himself.</div><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_02-28-10032.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_02-28-10032.png" vt="true" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He decided to do the latter. He was waiting outside the bathroom door, when S'Ahmisa <em>finally</em> came out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She was surprised to see him - right there - by the door. And what happened next was out of character for her, but the wholetime she was in the bathroom, she was telling herself to just go for it...just do it, like S'Nike says, Just DO IT.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_02-28-10037.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_02-28-10037.png" vt="true" /></a><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_02-28-10039.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_02-28-10039.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Whaa's up, you cool?"</em> Rashid blurted out, surprised by his own reaction. He had leaned back on impulse, instead of leaning in...towards her!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Not knowing what else to say, Rashid walked off into his room and shut the door. Feeling like the biggest idiot in SimNation. He beat his hands up against his head as his back slid down the door until he was sitting on the floor. Was he thinking of Tyisha? Or did he <em>imagine</em> that this girl had just tried to kiss him? <em>Woah...where did that come from?!</em> He asked himself. Half-believing that someone of her quality would like him - like that...!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">S'Ahmisa went into the kitchen; the Butler was gone for the night, so she fixed herself a quick pizza pocket. The house was quiet. She didn't know where Sabien and Tomika were, and obviously Scot and SayJ had gone to bed. It was midnight. She knew better than to be eating at this time of night, but for the first time, she felt alone. She missed her family. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-02-10001.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-02-10001.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She wondered what her sister, Si'Enya, was doing. Any thoughts to block out what had just happened...S'Ahmisa was trying to forget. <em>Omg. What would Verde think?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em></em><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-02-1000157.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-02-1000157.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-02-1000155.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-02-1000155.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She couldn't contain her tears and was so glad no one else could see her cry. She thought Rashid was feeling her the same way. <em>It was too soon.</em> She knew that. But for the first time, she was going with what her body said, instead of what her head said.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After a shower and change into her PJs, S'Ahmisa left the bathroom to make her way into Marchon's old bedroom. Rashid was once again, standing outside the bathroom door.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Listen, I just want to apologize for earlier...I was really taken by surprise. I hope you don't think that I..."</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-02-1000148.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-02-1000148.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"You don't have to explain, Rashid. I was totally out of line. I apologize to you. It won't happen ag..."</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"I hope you'll give me a chance again."</em> Rashid interrupted. <em> "I'm really glad you're here."</em> He said, shyly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">S'Ahmisa lets out a huge sigh of relief, and is quite bewildered by her own reaction.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"You don't know how relieved I am to hear you say that. I'm glad I didn't give you a bad impression...really...I'm here to work with your Dad, not start a love affair."</em> She laughed timidly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-02-1000147.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-02-1000147.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rashid let it go. He was hoping they could try that kiss again...but S'Ahmisa said goodnight and turned away.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It had been a long day, and she thought about Rashid as she went to bed. <em>Why was she acting like this? Why was her heart moving farther and farther away from Verde and this quickly?</em> <em>Who is this girl staring at me from this picture?</em> She held back the impulse to turn the picture frame down.<em> </em>Feeling the full weight of embarassment, she put her feet under the cool covers.<em> </em>It was going to be a long summer. That much she knew. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was the weekend, her 1st official day in City Hall wouldn't begin until next Monday. S'Ahmisa had the whole day to tour the town and meet some other Sims. She asked Tomika if she could hang out with her, but Tomika had to go to work. Sabien, even though he was off today, was still busy handling phone calls; sending correspondence from his home office. He sent <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2010/02/anbachelor-june-2008.html">Anthony Bachelor a condolence card for his recent loss</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-08-10006.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-08-10006.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sabien suggested she ask Rashid to show her around Simmington Hills. <em>"Take advantage of his car while you have the chance...he's gonna be leaving home and his precious car soon, so I'm sure he won't mind driving you around in it."</em> Sabien chuckled. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was something S'Ahmisa didn't really feel comfortable doing, but she had no choice, unless she was willing to mope around the house all day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Hey there, I was just wondering if you could take me into town and show me around?"</em> S'Ahmisa asked Rashid nervously.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/FeaturedPic03-03-10.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/FeaturedPic03-03-10.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She looked radiant, Rashid thought. Her hair looked wild, though...all black, thick and frizzie-curly, and he wondered if she had combed it yet, but that was no big deal...he wanted another chance with her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-02-1000128.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-02-1000128.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Yeah, sure! I don't mind. Where do you wanna go?"</em> He asked.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"I'd like to check out the library. I'm trying to do some comparitive research on import limitations in different hoods." </em>Rashid made a geek-face and busted out laughing. SayJ fell out in the floor yelling, <em>"She's a nerd, oh wow! She's a big fat poopie-head Nerd!"</em> S'Ahmisa, laughing, grabbed at SayJ's oily doo-rag from where he had slicked his hair straight, in an attempt to pull it off. They wrestled on the floor for a minute as Rashid turned the bed over looking for his car keys. <em>"Take that back, young Ninja...take it back!" </em>S'Ahmisa playfully held SayJ in a vice grip and pulled his doo-rag off. <em>"Uggh, this thing smells, SayJ!</em>" They laughed harder.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"My chariot awaits."</em> Rashid boasted gallantly. He was wondering how in the hell he was going to avoid going to the library.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-02-1000125.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-02-1000125.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">S'Ahmisa wished she had brought her sunglasses...Rashid's car was giving her a migraine.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"I've got a stop to make, if you don't mind. I want to show you around."</em> Rashid smiled as she shut her door, hoping she couldn't detect how uncomfortable he was.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They ended up going to SimCity, the downtown area of Simmington Hills. The time flew by as these two got to know each other. Any embarassment from last night had disappeared.</div><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/SimCityvisit.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/SimCityvisit.png" vt="true" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As the day moved into early afternoon, S'Ahmisa brought the library back up. Rashid looked at his watch and thought, <em>surely it's ok to go there now</em>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">S'Ahmisa loved to watch him walk. He's got this kooky way he cocks his head as he's walking, kinda like Simarack Obama.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-10-10012.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-10-10012.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She's not even thinking about Verde today. It's all about Rashid...one thought after another.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-10-10014.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-10-10014.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Oh shoot..."</em> Rashid mumbled. He was expecting to see Uncle Cam, but not Tyisha...not at this time of day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-10-10015.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-10-10015.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">At first Tyisha was happy to see Rashid, but then she saw S'Ahmisa come through the doors behind him.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He hugged Uncle Cam as Tyisha turned her back towards him.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-10-10016.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-10-10016.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-10-10018.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-10-10018.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Hey, Ty."</em> Rashid said quietly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><em>"This is S'Ahmisa Warwick from Apple Valley. She's interning with my Dad this summer."</em> He went on to explain.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-10-10019.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-10-10019.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Hi. Yeah. I saw your picture in the paper. I'm Rashid's girlfriend."</em> Tyisha said with a clear attitude.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">To break the tension, Rashid grabs S'Ahmisa in a playful headlock...hoping Tyisha would get the message that they're just friends and to knock it off.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-10-10023.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-10-10023.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But, all it did was remind Tyisha about that incident at the skating rink last fall...how <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2009/05/stcunningham-september-fall-2007.html">he and Marchon was playing around and she wanted Rashid's total attention on her</a>...but he just ignored her instead.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"So when are you leaving?"</em> Tyisha asked in a fake pleasant voice.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-10-10024.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-10-10024.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Dang, girl! She just got here! Quit acting so childish."</em> Rashid argued. Embarrassed for the 1st time that he's got such a little girl for a girlfriend.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"That's ok, Rashid. Everyone's been so nice, it's been great getting to know the Cunningham's, I understand why you love them. They're a fun family to hang out with."</em> S'Ahmisa said to Tyisha, trying to be as diplomatic as she could.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Well aren't you just filled with hot air, and funky smelling daisies?!..."</em> Tyisha snorted. Shocking the mess out of S'Ahmisa AND Rashid.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-10-10026.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-10-10026.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then she turned to Rashid and told him to <em>go shove it! She's tired of his mess! She don't understand why he didn't tell her about this girl coming to live with him over the summer, and why he got to bring her here to her Daddy's workplace!!</em> Well, in so many words...she said all that. It was much worse. For a little girl, she's got quite a temper on her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-10-10027.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-10-10027.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">S'Ahmisa walked off to do some research as Tyisha broke up with Rashid.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-10-10028.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-10-10028.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"It's probably better this way, Ty..." </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em></em><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-10-10029.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-10-10029.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Don't call me that."</em> Tyisha snapped.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"--But, you've got a point! Maybe it's best we break up. I'm leaving for college soon and you're just too young for me right now. I really like you, but you got some years to grow before I could ever give this another chance. We can't even see each other right now! Your Dad wants me to be within his eyesight all the time! And I'm a grown man now...."</em> Rashid just let the comment float out there in the air.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Just get outta my face, Rashid!"</em> The last thing she wanted to hear was how much of a 'little girl' she was! And she was <em>totally</em> not expecting him to <em>agree</em> with her! She wanted him to be crushed and hurt like she was, the last time they broke up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For Rashid, it was as if nothing happened. He caught up with S'Ahmisa on the back balcony upstairs, grilling up some plump and juicy hotdogs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"All that arguing makes you hungry, doesn't it?!"</em> She laughed. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Hecky yeah!"</em> Rashid grinned. This girl is so easygoing, it's unreal. She asked no questions, she was just - zen.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They ate and watched a movie.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"I was just wondering, how you feel about me now?"</em> Rashid asked in that sexy/shy way he has. <em>"You still mad at me?"</em> He chuckled.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-10-10034.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-10-10034.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"I was never mad at you, silly. I think you're adorable."</em> S'Ahmisa smiled.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-10-10037.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-10-10037.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The end.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">***</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>This is the only non-work related update I'll do while S'Ahmisa is in town. The other updates will be work-related internship postings...and they will come in July and August. </em><em></em></div><br />
In real time, I'm not sure when my next update will be. I have surgery coming up in a few days...lots of recovery time will be needed. It depends on how I'll be feeling. Ya'll keep me in your prayers.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>---</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>Aww, these two! They drove me crazy with their shyness, the both of them. But it was fun. When Rashid rejected S'Ahmisa's first kiss, she turned around, not much later, to go make Sabien, Sr. - yes. THE MAYOR, her first kiss! Good thing I was paying attention. That darn ACR, I tell ya...LOL! She almost got by me. Can you imagine THAT crazy storyline?!! Whew boy!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>But these two really like each other. They're crushing on each other now...with 2 bolts...yep. Too bad Rashid is leaving. I'm gonna hate I can't explore their relationship more. But, we never know what might happen in the future, right, AV? LOL!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>Random Pic: </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em></em><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-10-10043.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-10-10043.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>Aren't they just a mess?! </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>During the time I played this update, I was like..."Tyisha Whoo??!" And ya'll know how much I wanted Tyisha and Rashid together...so that says alot. But, I finally came to grips with the fact that Tyisha is much too young for Rashid, right now. It was time to let that go, and S'Ahmisa is so gorgeous in-game, it was totally NOT hard to allow Rashid to take a new direction. I know S'Ahmisa is not trying to get into a serious relationship with ANYONE at this point, but she seems to be feeling her freedom right now, and allowing herself to go with the flow.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>Scot spam: </em><em>Oh, I love him! Like Rashid, he's gonna have a birthday soon this month. So, I had to get one last toddler pic of him.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em></em><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-02-1000133.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/2008%20Internship/2008Internship_03-02-1000133.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Simmington Hillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11808871601727216147noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322934582007432028.post-38452320987856772432010-02-24T20:25:00.011-06:002010-04-16T17:05:50.435-05:00ANBachelor - June 2008<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/anthony-bachelor.html">Anthony</a> is 42, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2010/02/nedra-bachelor.html">Nedra</a> is 35, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2010/02/kendra-bachelor.html">Kendra</a> is 12, and <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2010/02/kent-bachelor.html">Kent</a> is 4. Skittles is their female kitten. :P <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*This is a long one*</span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-02-10010.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-02-10010.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Anthony Bachelor moved his family to Simmington Hills to help develop the town's military program. It's his job to recruit young cadets that will successfully defend against future militant attacks. He's already recruited 15 year old <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/sierra-spencer.html">Sierra Spencer</a> into the ROTC program. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-14-10017.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-14-10017.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-14-10025.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-14-10025.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sierra shows real promise and potential. This is what she's always wanted to do. Anthony knows it's her determination to step into what her mother, former Military Advisor, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/asya-rasmussen.html">Asya Rasmussen</a>, started, and that's what gets her over that wall. She told Anthony it was important to her to change her mother's legacy, and it touched his heart.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Anthony will be reporting to a highly decorated officer by the name of <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2010/02/bruce-peterson.html">General Bruce Peterson</a>, who has recently moved here from Apple Valley and lives in Bluewater Village at the <a href="http://simmingtonhills4.webs.com/forthillsmilitarybase.htm">Fort Hills Military Base [FHMB]</a> with his wife, Greta. <span style="font-size: x-small;">(<a href="http://simdayspaper.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-military-general-arrives-at-fort.html">See <em>Simmington-Times</em> Headlines</a>.)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-14-10006.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-14-10006.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-14-10009.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-14-10009.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Simmington Hills' military program is in its infant stage, and will take <em>years</em> to become the powerful institution Mayor Sabien Cunningham, Sr. hopes for.</div><a name='more'></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The move came with much excitement when Anthony found out he was to be stationed in Simmington Hills. You see, he already knew someone living here. A Sim he hasn't seen in over 27 years.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-21-10007.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-21-10007.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Wow!"</em> is all Anthony could say as he walked onto the lot at <a href="http://www.freewebs.com/simmingtonhills8/bbvmotorsbio.htm">BBV Motors</a> and had a quick look around. He couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of how this former geek learned how to 'make lemonade out of lemons' and turn a bad memory into a successful one. </div><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-21-10008.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-21-10008.png" /></a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Back in high school, Anthony was a bully. Not of his own freewill...Anthony was much too shy to bully someone just because. He was egged on by his friends, mostly. He and his friends used to harass this chubby kid named <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/edward-valdes.html">Edward Valdes</a> to the point of tears. Edward Valdes was older than Anthony, but that didn't matter. They used to beat him up, take his lunch, and throw garbage on him, among other things. In fact, Anthony was the one that nicknamed Edward, 'Big Boy'. Edward <em>hated</em>, I mean, <em>HATED</em> that nickname. The very sound of it used to strike fear in him. It didn't matter, though...the name stuck, and everyone who lived in his hometown or went to his school, called him 'Big Boy Valdes'. Anthony became popular because of it, and Edward became more withdrawn.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Edward never stood up for himself so he was an easy target. He had no brothers and sisters to take up for him either, so he would withdraw into his schoolwork or pray to disappear. If he could've blended into the walls, he would have. However, one day Anthony found out that Edward didn't have a father...just like him. He felt sorry for the husky guy and turned his friends away from bullying Edward anymore. Anthony would've apologized to Edward, if he had allowed it. Every time Ed would see Anthony approaching by himself, he would run the other way. Pretty soon Edward graduated and it was years later when Anthony found out what had become of him, when he saw a write-up in the hometown paper about his car dealership success in Simmington Hills.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-21-10009.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-21-10009.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"How you doin' ol buddy? It's been too long, man!"</em> Anthony said. He could tell Ed was trying desperately to recall his face. What Anthony mistook for being nonrecognition, was really Ed trying to figure out an escape. <em>"It's me...Anthony Bachelor!"</em> Anthony hugged him.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/FeaturedPicture02-21-10.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/FeaturedPicture02-21-10.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>What did he want? And why was he here?!</em> Edward thought to himself. He walked Anthony inside. Years of dealing with the sales business gave him enough tough skin to find out directly what Anthony Bachelor wanted from him.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"So what brings you here, Anthony? I'm quite surprised, actually, that you'd take a chance on showing your face to me. I've dreamed of knocking you out many times, but if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have Big Boy Valdes Motors; the most popular car dealership in SimNation."</em> Ed managed to smile.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Anthony understood Ed's bitterness and explained everything to him; the military stationing him here and how sorry he was for the past, how he had always wanted a friendship with Ed, and how proud he was of him. He told him he hoped they would become friends. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-21-10014.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-21-10014.png" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ed surprised him with what he said next...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-21-10017.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-21-10017.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"It's possible we could become the best of friends, Anthony."</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em></em><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-21-10016.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-21-10016.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"But, I'm not the same guy you used to mess with back in high school. Like I said, I've got the most successful business in the Hills. I've got a lovely wife, and I'm a grandfather now for goodness sakes! No funny business; I don't have time for it! If we're going to be friends, I need you to be on the up and up." </em>Ed pointed and further said<em>, "I accept your apology. I think it will be nice having a childhood friend here, even if the memories aren't that great. We go too far back to let that hinder us from getting to know each other now." </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Truth be told, Edward felt relieved and glad to have a friend from his old hometown in Simmington Hills, and he looked forward to building a great friendship with Anthony.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Why don't you guys come over for lunch? We just live right around the corner from here in Cedar Homes."</em> Anthony asked. <em>"C'monnn! You're not that busy right now...you can meet my family."</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em></em><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-21-10019.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-21-10019.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"You got a deal if I can interest you in a car real quick." </em>Ed chuckled.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"What about TWO cars? Will that make up for any bad blood between us?"</em> Anthony laughed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"<em>That will MORE than make up for it!"</em> Ed staggered back in a fake heart attack motion and laughed. <em>"I'm gonna run home and change clothes; scoop up my wife and we'll be right over."</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When Anthony reached out for a hug <em>this</em> time, it was well-received and returned just as sincerely.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-21-10020.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-21-10020.png" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">***</div>Back at the house, Nedra Bachelor greeted two of her regular clients. Nedra is a self-proclaimed psychic and works as a Conspiracy Theorist for Simcity Psychic Organization. She gives palm readings and sage advice to anyone who needs it. <br />
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<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/chance-blair.html">Chance Blair</a> is a regular who drops by every other day seeking help for his lack of ambition, his weight gain issues, and bouts of depression. Nedra is trying to help him with his direction in life and with his neurotic mood swings. <em>He's a lost soul.</em> Nedra thinks to herself as she gives him a once-over. Chance has gained weight in the 3 months <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2009/11/cdblair-march-2008.html">since we last saw him</a>. He hates feeling like a loser in life, so he's <em>trying</em> to better himself.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-13-10002.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-13-10002.png" /></a></div><a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/keith-dalton.html">Keith Dalton</a> is another client who loves to get his palms read for predictions about <a href="http://www.freewebs.com/simmingtonhills8/simcityfurniturebio.htm">SimCity Furniture</a> like...he wants to know if he'll reach a million simoleans in furniture sales in his lifetime. He gets sports forecasts too, like...if his favorite sports team will win their game, stuff like that. Nedra thinks he bets on games according to what she tells him.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-13-10015.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-13-10015.png" /></a></div>Sims come back to Nedra for her advice because they feel she really knows what's she's talking about. They feel she has a true psychic ability to really see into the future and she makes them feel like they're the most important sims in the world to her. <em>So I ponder the question, is she for real? Or is she just taking these Sims hard-earned simoleans and going to the bank?</em> <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-13-10017.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-13-10017.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ed and Emerita stop by for lunch with the Bachelors later that afternoon. Ed is excited to talk about their new grandchild, Emeline, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2010/01/are-you-my-daddy-may-2008.html">born last month</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-13-10023.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-13-10023.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Valdes are both intrigued with Nedra's occupation and talk about 'special awareness' for most of the afternoon into the evening.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-13-10027.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-13-10027.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-13-10028.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-13-10028.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Edward doesn't get it, but he's polite about it. The Valdes are a more <em>practical</em> couple when it comes to matters like this. "<em>Nobody can predict the future. It's just not possible" </em>They both contend. Nedra loves healthy debates like this...little do they know, she can read a person just by looking at their body language or how they dress.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">During lunch, Ed recounts he and Anthony's past with Emerita and Nedra, and shares his tremendous appreciation for Anthony's willingness to apologize. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-13-10042.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-13-10042.png" /></a></div>The visit was well worth it for everyone. Anthony and Nedra certainly feel like they've made some great friends. Ed is beside himself feeling like he has permanently put to rest those tormenting ghosts of his past.<br />
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He's so over the top in his emotions, that he serenades Emerita out of the blue. Emerita's been yearning for PDA (public displays of affection) from Edward for the longest time. It felt really good.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-13-10050.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-13-10050.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Nedra thought it was sweet, but kind of fake and <em>'for the moment'</em>. She could easily tell this guy doesn't show his wife much attention.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Well, guys, I hate to cut this short...but, I have to leave tomorrow for a Psychic conference in Three Lakes."</em> Nedra announced. <em>"We're gonna have to do this again sometime."</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"You bet!" </em>Ed exclaimed.<em> "Alright hon, you ready to go?" </em>Ed gets up from the floor and looks at Emerita.<em> "Looks like it's started raining outside. You know there's supposed to be some kind of storm moving in over the next few days. You be careful on your trip, Nedra, but I'm sure you already know that." </em> Ed cracked.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Spend the day with me and Kendra."</em> he begged.<em> "You know we're out of school for the summer, Mommy, and I hate when Kendra babysits me...she's MEAN."</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-18-10008.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-18-10008.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kendra and Kent always dreaded when their mother had to go on trips. It meant that Kendra was in charge and her brother seemed to act the worst because Mom was gone. A good noogie always seemed to set him straight 'cause he hated those.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-21-10004.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-21-10004.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kendra'd rather spend time in her room dancing to the pop station on her radio than watching her little brother.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-18-10012.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-18-10012.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"You guys know how much I love you, right?"</em> Nedra asked out of the blue.</div><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-21-10030.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-21-10030.png" /></a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Uhh...duh! Yes, Mom! Shhh...this is the good part."</em> Kendra hated when Sims talked during her favorite part of the movie.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><em>"I want you guys to try to get along better with each other, that's all. I'll be quiet, Miss Kendra."</em> Nedra smiled.<br />
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When Anthony got home, he was surprised his wife had waited on him. <em>"You're still here?"</em> He smilingly asked. <em>"Yeah, I need you to help me fasten my suitcase."</em> Nedra chuckled as if that was the only reason why.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-21-10032.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-21-10032.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Oh...and is that all I can do for you, my dear?"</em> Anthony smiled slyly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Not hardly..."</em> Nedra smiled and Anthony moved the suitcases off the bed and flung the comforter to the floor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-21-10035.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-21-10035.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-21-10039.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-21-10039.png" /></a></div><em>"I'm glad I got the chance to send you off in style, you know what I mean?"</em> Anthony whispered. He loved looking into his wife's beautifully strange eyes. Alien eyes...he affectionately called them.<br />
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<em>"Speaking of...I really need to be going."</em> <br />
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After her shower and a quick run down of everything she might have forgotten to pack, Nedra kissed Anthony goodbye. <em>"See you in a few days."</em> She pouted as the taxi blew its horn outside.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">***</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The next day a terrible hailstorm devastated Simmington Hills and its surrounding areas...including <a href="http://simdayspaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/headlines-deadly-hailstorm.html">Three Lakes, which was the hardest hit.</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-21-100432.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-21-100432.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-21-100462.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-21-100462.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The damage to the hood and to Sim's personal properties was minimal compared to what Anthony was about to find out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He was at work when he received a call from the Psychic Organization's conference leader.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-14-10015.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-14-10015.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The call changed he and his kids' lives forever.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The <a href="http://simdayspaper.blogspot.com/2010/02/obit-nedra-bachelor.html">Obituary write-up</a> in the paper made it all too real.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Nedra was really gone.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-23-10012.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-23-10012.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-23-10008.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-23-10008.png" /></a>Desperate to find something to help him feel better, little Kent runs over to the side of the grave nearby and picks up a small teddy bear...as everyone gasped in shock. </div><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-23-10011.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-23-10011.png" /></a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Put that down, Kent."</em> Anthony yelled slightly too loud. Kent dropped it right where he stood, scared to death he did something wrong. He ran back over to his sister's side, crying.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Mistuh Peduhson *sniff* whose teddy bears are those?" </em>Kent cried softly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-23-10015.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-23-10015.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"It looks like it belongs to a baby, Kent. Let's see here...it says </em><a href="http://www.freewebs.com/simmingtonhills6/simdays1620.htm"><em>'Shauna Spencer'</em></a><em>."</em> Gen. Peterson pinched at the tears forming in his eyes and let out a long sigh. He's witnessed a lot of death in his years with the military and it never gets any easier.<a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-23-10017.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-23-10017.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"We better not mess with the teddy bears, Kent...I bet her Mommy and Daddy bought those for her, ok?"</em> Kendra tried to console her little brother as best she could. But she could imagine how bad he needed a teddy bear right now....she did too. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Let's go home, kids."</em> Anthony said almost running to the car. He'd had all he could take.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-23-10025.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-23-10025.png" /></a></div><br />
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<em>General Bruce Peterson seemed really disturbed at the cemetery. He went from grave to grave...just standing there, zombie-like. It was really strange, but oh-so-fitting, in my opinion.</em><br />
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<em>Random Pics:</em><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-23-10028.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-23-10028.png" /></a></div><em>Here he is at Asya Rasmussen's grave. (She's not really there anymore, because of the hurricane devastation...new game/sims.) But, it seems as if he's thinking about his young recruit Sierra Spencer and what she told them about her mother.</em><br />
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<em>Stranger than that...Anthony sees a pretty woman who happened to stop by to pay her condolences; probably somebody Nedra knew from work <span style="font-size: xx-small;">*wink*</span>...considering the way she's dressed. And he's thinking about getting to know her, heart-farting for her...not two feet from his wife's grave! Even Kendra's excited to meet her!</em><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-23-10021.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/A_Bachelor/BachelorA_02-23-10021.png" /></a><br />
<em>In his defense, I see he wants to fall in love...or maybe he wants a love one day, just like the love he shared with Nedra. </em><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>One death down...one more <span style="font-size: large;">tough</span> one to go. *sniff*</em></div>Simmington Hillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11808871601727216147noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322934582007432028.post-4164462988238597952010-01-09T09:09:00.027-06:002010-03-03T07:53:33.350-06:00Are You My Daddy? - May 2008<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/edward-valdes.html">Edward Valdes</a> is 45, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/emerita-valdes.html">Emerita Valdes</a> is 45, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/elmer-valdes.html">Elmer Valdes</a> is 18, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/erline-valdes.html">Erline Valdes</a> is 18, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/sabien-cunningham-sr.html">Mayor Sabien Cunningham, Sr.</a> is 52 , <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/tomika-cunningham.html">Lt. Tomika Cunningham</a> is 52, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2009/10/rashid-cunningham.html">Rashid Cunningham</a> is 18, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/ray-wilsonoff.html">Ray Wilsonoff</a> is 33, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/lydia-wilsonoff.html">Lydia Wilsonoff</a> is 33, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/trinity-dalton.html">Dr. Trinity Dalton</a> is 52.<br />
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Last month during lunch in the cafeteria, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2009/12/cps-april-2008.html">Rashid Cunningham had slipped Erline Valdes a small note</a> asking her to call him. She never did.<br />
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Surprised?<br />
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He was too, when he never heard from her. It was her moment to find out where he stood with her. And Rashid was ready to put his heart and his future on the line to step up and be a man...in his way; on his own terms. He would've told her that he was ready to step up. But, by the time Erline got home, exhausted from her first full day back in school...the fantasy had died and reality had set in. <i>What if?</i> She asked herself. What if he's not the father? Why mess with his head? She'd done enough of that already.<br />
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She spent the last several months fantasizing back and forth about Rashid and Ray, bouncing from one to the other with dreams of being a family. She swallowed back the feelings of hurt and shame when she thought about Ray, her 1st love, and how he had used her and <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2009/09/eevaldes-november-2007.html">walked out on her in that motel, last summer</a>; never to hear from him again. <br />
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Erline felt she needed to concentrate on herself, her baby, and her own goals, now. She realised that nobody but her family would be there for her. Shopping trips for only the basic necessities were the priority the last few weeks. Erline insisted on buying everything herself, but that was wishful thinking...she couldn't afford to do that. Her parents helped her buy a crib and changing table. She bought diapers, clothes, and formula. <br />
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The time seemed to go by so fast...when she felt the first pangs of labor hit her, she felt like she still wasn't prepared.<br />
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<i>"Ok, now you're going to breathe through it, Erline...I need you to breathe through your nose and out your mouth...come on...."</i> Dr. Trinity Dalton coached.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>"It HURRRTS!!"</i> Erline screamed, as her Mom, Emerita, prayed that her daughter and the baby get through this okay.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After hours of labor and pushing, the healthy 8 lbs/ 4 oz. baby finally arrived!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Dr. Dalton left to allow Erline her rest, it had been a long labor. The family needed to rally together and be there for Erline and her baby. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">***</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The next day, Dr. Dalton arrived to check in on Erline and the baby. She admired Erline for her courage and for taking great care of herself during her pregnancy. Trinity noticed the beautiful baby being held by the new 'Uncle' Elmer; the pride on his face spoke volumes about this family. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div> <i>"Are you ready to get this over with?"</i> Dr. Dalton asked her.<br />
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<i>"Oh yeah....I've been ready."</i> Erline said with a nervous smile.<br />
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The Cunninghams were the first to arrive, followed shortly by the Wilsonoffs...everyone took their seats in the livingroom, trying to make small talk. But, what do you talk about at this kind of thing? How do you <i>not</i> notice the giant elephant in the room?<br />
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Mayor Cunningham decided to talk about Emerita's <a href="http://simmingtonhills.webs.com/communityevents.htm">award-winning chili</a>, asking if she'd made some. Evidently, her chili that day at the Expo was his favorite; he's raved about it for years now. (No offense, Tomika.) There were a few nervous chuckles out of the crowd, but no one was in the mood to eat.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Everyone was hoping to see the baby. Instead, they saw Dr. Trinity Dalton emerge from a back room and immediately...the air in the room thickened.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She stood in the middle of the livingroom and acknowledged everyone; thanked everyone for coming. After 2 seconds of silence, another door opened somewhere in the back...Erline emerged from the hallway with the new baby in tow.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Cunninghams stood up and gathered around her. Tomika smiled at Erline with fresh tears forming in her eyes. <i>"Oooh, my goodness!"</i> She exclaimed with a small hint of glee in her voice.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Anyone could clearly see what the Cunninghams were thinking. It was written all over their faces...the baby noticeably favors Sabien, Sr. and <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/marchon-cunningham.html">Marchon</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>"I told you it was going to be ok."</i> Ray muttered in a low voice to his pregnant wife, Lydia.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The new grandmother, Emerita, took the baby to the back as Dr. Trinity Dalton prepared to give the results of the DNA.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>"This morning, I talked with the Lab Technician at the SimCity DNA Testing Facility and he told me that the results did in fact come back with a valid reading. That just means, that the results were conclusive...we have a match."</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ray stood frozen, no matter what he'd just said to Lydia, he felt as if he couldn't move his arms or legs; not knowing what to do or how to act in the moment.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rashid, on the otherhand, had fallen in love with the baby the instant he saw it. The instant he saw his mother's face light up; he knew he could do this...he was a little nervous, but he was ready. He rocked side to side on his feet, cradling himself with his folded arms.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Even Elmer felt the strains of finally knowing the truth. He felt sick to his stomach; queasy with nervousness, as he sat grounded to the dining table chair. As Erline's twin, he was <i>feeling</i> more anxious than she was showing it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>"Well...I'll just read what the letter says...."</i> Trinity reached into her pocket and pulled out a small envelope. She seemed to move in slow motion as the letter was unfolded to reveal it's contents. You could've heard a pin drop on carpet...and that's impossible!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here...you can open it up for yourselves. :P</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>Who guessed right?</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">*Gasps of surprise* Filled the air.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The small crowd dispersed. Some hugged...Erline and her father, Edward. Some collapsed in a sigh of relief, namely Tomika...Rashid sat down; knees shaking. Sabien, Sr. was ready to leave. This emotional scene was all too much for him. Some looked at me with the most anger and fury in their eyes (!), and some cried...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>I didn't do this - YOU did. I shouted at Ray, into the computer monitor.</i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He turned towards Lydia to comfort her. <i>"Everything is going to be fine, Lydia, just like I said...I know I've said and done a lot of things, but I mean it. We're going to pull through this. I'm going to be there for you..for our family together..."</i> He gave up. Lydia was inconsolable. All she could think of right now was that her baby is not her husband's first child. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>"Get away from me, Ray. Go away and just let me get myself together."</i> Lydia demanded.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He walked into the kitchen as Emerita and Erline were talking. Emerita is relieved to finally know, as is Erline, but Erline is not feeling as happy as she thought she would. Finding out that the love of her life is the father of her child, should've made her feel ecstatic, but this guy is not the guy she fell in love with years ago; plus, he's married to someone else now.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>"Would you mind if we went into another room? I'd really like to hold my baby and talk to Erline privately."</i> Ray asked.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Dr. Dalton asks Lydia if she's ok. Once again, she lets her know if she needs to talk she can always call, or come by her office at the hospital.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Are%20You%20My%20Daddy/ValdesEE_01-08-10037.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/Are%20You%20My%20Daddy/ValdesEE_01-08-10037.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">At this point, Lydia has no idea what she's going to do. She's mentally and emotionally exhausted.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As a mother, it was Emerita's prayer to see this happen with the new father, whoever it turned out to be...she knows that Ray will be there now, some kind of way, for Erline and her baby. She <i>finally</i> left the room, after seeing what she needed to see.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>"It's like love at first sight."</i> He said to Erline; tears falling down his cheek.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>"Like I had with you."</i> Erline sighed as she wiped his tears away with the back of her hand.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>"Look, I know things didn't end right between us. I should've made more of an effort to be honest with you. I'm sorry you had to find out about my marriage like you did. And, I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you needed me....but, I'm gonna be here now. I'm not planning on leaving my wife...unless she leaves me. And if that happens, I don't know what I'm going to do. But all I'm saying is that I'll be here for you and the baby financially, as best I can. I don't have a lot, but I'll make it work. Okay? And, I'd also like to visit every once in awhile."</i> Ray smiled.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">***</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>Oops! Did I not tell you the sex of the baby?! Did I not give you a name?!</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>Did I do that on purpose?</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>Why...yes, I did. LOL! Just oooone more tiny little cliffhanger...my bad, I couldn't help myself. I didn't want to give it away before the full story was told; because I made something special and I wanted it to be significant. Now you can see below just who the latest resident of Simmington Hills is....just hit the 'Play' button. (there's no music this time.)</i></div><br />
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<tr><td align="center"><i>So what should happen next? Should Lydia leave Ray? What do you guys think?</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Simmington Hillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11808871601727216147noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322934582007432028.post-45566428060245601762010-01-05T00:00:00.017-06:002010-05-20T20:09:31.827-05:00KARaphael - May 2008<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/kofi-raphael.html">Kofi Raphael</a> is 35, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/amara-raphael.html">Amara Raphael</a> is 34, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/chima-raphael.html">Chima Raphael</a> is 8, and <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/ashanti-raphael.html">Ashanti Raphael</a> is 4. Doogie is their male puppy. <em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(This family portrait was taken when they moved in, before Ashanti transitioned into a child at the end of their rotation.)</span></em><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KA_Raphael/KARaphaelForumPost.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KA_Raphael/KARaphaelForumPost.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kofi and his wife, Amara, have traveled many miles from CapeSim Town, South Africa; fleeing from a terrible flu epidemic that left them and many of their family and friends with a benign skin pigment disorder. It's neither life-threatening or contagious, but if medical care is prolonged, the condition can spread throughout the whole surface of a Sim's body. They needed to leave South Africa quickly to find a good doctor in the SimStates that was properly trained in treating the dry-itchy patches this disorder causes.</div><a name='more'></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Through hours of research and many letters, they found a very talented doctor, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/trinity-dalton.html">Dr. Trinity Dalton</a>, who wrote them back and told them about Simmington Hills. They moved to The Hills to be under her care and enroll in the SimPlan Health Insurance package, which takes care of their monthly prescription costs. Dr. Dalton met up with them at the Immigration Office and gave them the appropriate immunization shots they needed. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">***</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kofi and Amara already have college degrees from the University of CapeSim Town. Kofi's degree is in Mathematics. He was an architectural engineer for a successful firm until contract negotiations fell through and he lost his job. Amara, a former jazz singer and Art graduate, taught music at the prestigious CapeSim Town International School. It was a struggle being the only breadwinner in the house and when the flu epidemic hit, Kofi and Amara were afraid they'd lose everything. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Their move was a blessing, but because of the <a href="http://simmingtonhills.webs.com/censusbureau.htm">career caps</a> in Simmington Hills, they both had to take new career fields. It wasn't planned for and it's certainly turned out to be a challenge. Kofi took a job as a Security Guard; a job that doesn't require a college degree. He has the physical strength required to do it, and is thinking about being a bouncer at a nightclub on the side. It was decided that it would be best for Amara to apply for online college courses in Law. They both can't afford to go back to school right now. <a href="http://www.freewebs.com/simmingtonhills2/educationdirsnotes.htm">The Adult College Correspondence Course</a> tuition costs $4,000. Half the cost of a full-term college tuition. Amara was pleased to learn she could pay this in installments, (around $286 per article), so she started immediately...well, she tried to start.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What was difficult was trying to get through a term paper without being interrupted by little Ashanti.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Okaaay, honey...just one second...Mama will be right there."</em> Amara yelled as Ashanti screamed from her crib in the next room. It seemed like she had just laid her down for a nap and she was up again. <em>Does my child ever sleep?</em> Amara wondered.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KA_Raphael/RaphaelKA_12-23-09042.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KA_Raphael/RaphaelKA_12-23-09042.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Amara found work as a File Clerk in a SimCity law office, but can't get a Level 3 (Legal Secretary) promotion until she obtains a certain amount of hours towards a law degree. (Basically, 4 term papers completed.) After that, she can't gain a Level 4 position (Legal Biller) until she's completed 7 term papers; half the requirement for her law degree. Long story, short...If she ever wants to make any real money and not be a Law Firm Receptionist for the rest of her life, she's gonna need that degree.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">***</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They moved into the Alpine Village 1 Trailer Home rentals. Trailer #1 is the turquoise and white one; the cheapest of the three. Their affordable furniture had been pre-ordered from <a href="http://www.freewebs.com/keithdalton/">SimCity Furniture</a>. Amara requested it be custom reupholstered with different fabrics from back home. <a href="http://applevalleyblogs.blogspot.com/search/label/Dawson-Jolie">Jolie Dawson</a> was a great help in getting the fabrics and some artwork shipped in from South Africa. It gave the Raphael's a sense of luxury within a <em>not-so-luxurious</em> environment.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The area they live in is right across the street from the always busy, always noisy <a href="http://www.freewebs.com/simmingtonhills4/cunninghamairportbio.htm">Cunningham Airport</a>. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KA_Raphael/RaphaelKA_12-23-09004.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KA_Raphael/RaphaelKA_12-23-09004.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There is another Alpine Village 2 Trailer Homes park next door, but it looks different. A little nicer and more expensive, but it doesn't matter. The whole area is surrounded by the stench of trash and junky looking buildings, a drug house and a liquor store/bus stop, that the winos and gearheads hang out at.</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The trailer they chose has 2 bedrooms and 1 bath; pretty cramped but very long, from one end to the other. Chima has his bed out in the hallway, just outside the door from his rambunctious sister's nursery and from his parents bedroom. The curtains can be pulled for privacy. Amara hung them because Chima's afraid someone is gonna come through the front door and get him at night. It's not a wall, but hey...you gotta work with what you have. At least it makes him feel safer.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Awww, now what did I come in here for?"</em> Amara rubs her head one day after a long day at work...whatever it was completely leaves her mind.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">***</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Dad, I don't understand why I can't watch tv. Mom said I can't. Why can't I, huh?" </em>Chima ignores his mother's comments, as usual, and nags his Dad for a second opinion.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Chima take a breath...Your mama's already told you it's because it's thundering and lightning outside right now, son. No tv until the weather clears up. It's almost bedtime anyways. Why don't you read a good book?"</em> Kofi said.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Amara completely zones out, and it takes her the next hour and fifteen minutes to finish her bowl of macaroni and cheese. She's thinking about offering piano lessons to kids in the neighborhood for extra money.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KA_Raphael/RaphaelKA_12-27-09029.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KA_Raphael/RaphaelKA_12-27-09029.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After dropping another bowl on the floor and breaking it in front of his wife, Kofi voluntarily cleans up the whole kitchen. He's always breaking something so the least he could do was train the puppy to use the bathroom outside, before he went to bed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Go pee, Doogie! Go pee!"</em> Kofi urged. <em>"Go on! That's a good boy!"</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em></em></div><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KA_Raphael/RaphaelKA_01-02-10003.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KA_Raphael/RaphaelKA_01-02-10003.png" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kofi ran for cover from the cold rain, back into the house and never noticed the puppy, close on his heels, had ran back inside with him. He fell asleep in the chair as he waited for Doogie to do his business outside. He would soon find out...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Little Doogie doesn't like the rain, either.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"You're gonna have to help me take care of this dog, Chima, if you want to keep him, ok?"</em> Kofi stated.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Ewww!"</em> Chima squeezed his nose together.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">***</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The next day, Amara came home with coloring pencils and crayons and had Chima help her with a poster she planned to put up around the neighborhood. She always seemed to have much more patience with other kids when teaching them piano. She never understood why she didn't have the patience with her own. Maybe she expects Chima to take quickly to the piano like she did as a child.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"That's not right, Chima. We went over this 100 times...B flat to C, back to A sharp. That's a whole note there, you're supposed to hold it for 4 counts, not 2!"</em> Amara covered her ears as Chima banged his way through, <em>"You Are My Sunshine."</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Kofi decided to make Ashanti his main priority...she and Doogie. He got up in the middle of the night and took Doogie outside again, this time successfully, and got Ashanti a bottle. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For the next few weeks, he tried to teach Ashanti how to talk. He'd lay her down for a nap and make her stay there. He had started a great Anger Management book for his job that he wanted to finish up before the <a href="http://www.freewebs.com/simmingtonhills4/willowcountyjailbio.htm">Willow County Jail</a> authorities sent over the community service inmate, or whatever you call him, to clean up their house.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He left Amara to deal with the errands she'd marked down on her 'To Do List'. SimLord knows, if she doesn't mark it down, she'll forget it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>Hmmm, channeling anger into performance. That's great.</em> Kofi read and thought over the basic principles.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The doorbell rang a few minutes later. <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/cameron-masters.html">Cameron Masters</a> showed up in his orange jumpsuit, kinda quiet...just ready to complete his task and go pick up his kid from school. The shame of this whole ordeal has left him a little depressed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kofi warned him that the house was a little on the junky side; they've got two small children. He seemed like a nice guy, Kofi thought, and he wondered <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2009/08/case-001-october-2007.html">what kind of trouble he'd gotten into.</a> When Cameron didn't say too much, Kofi could tell he was kind of shy, so he left him alone to finish up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cameron's mood had lightened up by the end of his time there. He and Kofi established a pretty cool rapport with each other. Too bad Ashanti woke up before they could <em>really</em> start talking. So Cameron changed clothes and left, and Kofi started potty training duty.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Oh, hello! What do you have there?"</em> <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/maxine-wise.html">Maxine Wise</a> walked up to Amara and Chima at City Hall.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"I colored that myself!"</em> Chima bragged to the tall lady.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Ooh, you did? Well, it's a very good job! I like it a lot!"</em> Maxine smiled.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"I colored the lady brown with my crayons so she'd look like my Mama."</em> Chima smiled proudly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Amara chuckled and told the nice woman if she knew of any one interested...she's giving piano lessons. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Maxine read the poster and asked her if she was planning on having the lessons at her house. Amara nodded her head. And Maxine wrinkled up her nose a bit and looked away. Amara was kind of taken aback at the woman's expression and looked at the poster again. She figured out the possible issue. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Until that moment, Amara hadn't considered where she lived. Most parents probably wouldn't want their child spending time in that part of the neighborhood. She started to snatch the poster down, but what would that say to Chima. The little guy worked so hard on it. Oh well, it's done now....she'll wait and see if she gets any phone calls.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"My husband is a pianist, too. </em>Maxine said, noticing the lady's discomfort and remembering her New Year's resolution to not judge a person before getting to know them.<em> He plays jazz. He's actually looking for a singer for his band...do you sing?"</em> Maxine asked.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Yes, I do actually! Jazz!"</em> Amara perked up at the mention of a band. It had been a long time since she last sang with a band...she was in her early 20s. Seems like ages ago. The lady could've said it was an alternative rock band for all Amara cared. She was just interested in singing again.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Maxine couldn't believe the coincidence. <em>"Well, they call themselves The Jazzmasters, and they held lots of auditions back in October for a singer, but never found one that fit. I'd be happy to give him your number. Maybe you can audition for him? They play regular sets down at The Cage Nightclub."</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"That would be great!!"</em> Amara clapped her hands in excitement and almost forgot the most important reason she came to City Hall.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She asked the lady if she knew where the Board of Education office was, and Maxine asked her if she was there to enroll her son into Camden Park Elementary...Amara confirmed and told her she'd heard that the private school system in Simmington Hills was the best there was. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Maxine then formally introduced herself as the Education Director; that she'd be happy to talk to her upstairs in her office.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"It's nice to meet you, Chima. Looks like I'll be your teacher!"</em> The two shook hands.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There were lots of people waiting to talk to Mrs. Wise, Amara noticed. <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/lars-larsson.html">Lars Larsson</a> was there to pick up his check for the school renovations he and his crew handled. <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/kimberly-spencer.html">Kimberly Spencer</a> was there along with Cameron Masters and <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/donna-blair.html">Donna Blair</a>, <em>both off-camera</em>, to pay their kids' tuitions.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Amara asked Chima to sit tight and don't run off. Chima being the outgoing boy that he is, had no problems jumping right in there and meeting new friends. <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/tyrone-masters.html">Tyrone Masters</a> was his first choice.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KA_Raphael/RaphaelKA_01-01-10032.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KA_Raphael/RaphaelKA_01-01-10032.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KA_Raphael/RaphaelKA_01-01-10033.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KA_Raphael/RaphaelKA_01-01-10033.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then he was immediately captivated by this little girl, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/emely-blair.html">Emely Blair</a>. Chima had never seen a girl with such orangey-red hair before and red dots on her face. He thought maybe she had another kind of skin disorder, like his...but <em>not</em> like his. She was pretty and really strange-looking at the same time. He was glad to hear she was going to the same school he was gonna go to.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"...It seems like any little money I get my hands on, I might as well kiss it goodbye."</em> Amara joked as she kissed the expensive tuition check goodbye and handed it over to Mrs. Wise.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Maxine laughed at Amara's sense of humor, she really is a pleasure to talk to. <em>I hope she can sing.</em> Maxine thought to herself. Maybe then her husband, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/jacques-wise.html">Jacques</a>, would stop <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2009/08/jmwise-october-2007.html">paying so much attention to Anna Sheik</a> and that horrible voice she has. He thinks he can actually mold Anna into a singer when after months of singing lessons hadn't made a dent of change. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">***</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After his first day of school, Chima brought home a friend...yep, Emely Blair. Looks like her parents don't mind where they live. Maybe Emely will be Amara's first piano student...? We shall see.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<em>It was such a darn struggle for me to get started with this household, but it became surprisingly easy to get into them once the story started unfolding before my eyes and in my head...<span style="color: #3d85c6;">Lesson learned:</span> Just play the darn game and see how things fall into place.</em><br />
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<strong><em>Random Pics:</em></strong><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KA_Raphael/RaphaelKA_01-02-10047.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KA_Raphael/RaphaelKA_01-02-10047.png" /></a></div><em>Poor Ashanti grew up into a child all by herself. She had gone into her parents' bedroom as if to say, "Look at me. I'm all growed up." LOL!</em> <em>They're snoring away; oblivious to the poor girl.</em><br />
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<em>Front view:</em><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KA_Raphael/RaphaelKA_01-02-10049.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KA_Raphael/RaphaelKA_01-02-10049.png" /></a></div><em>I caught these pics after I noticed Ashanti's thumbnail had changed on the UI. I had no idea it was so close to her age transition, it was not my plan to have her age up until another year or so. I'm still getting used to manipulating the ages for my kids. A lot of my kids' ages are totally off base...so please overlook it. </em><br />
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<em>I imagine that in South Africa, toddler Ashanti spent a lot of time with her grandmother or some other relative while Kofi and Amara worked during the day...this relative loved the bold color of electric blue or 'electric ultramarine' as Wikipedia calls it. :P So that's why she's got a different color preference than Celadon or Razzmatazz. (I roll a ROS for my adults' favorite colors.)</em><br />
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</div>Simmington Hillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11808871601727216147noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322934582007432028.post-26761824569250493432009-12-24T09:27:00.010-06:002009-12-24T10:15:32.621-06:00I'm On Vacation...So, my writing and posting on Simmington Hills has become a little sporadic again. I go for long spurts and update a lot, then it trickles down to nothing for awhile...Well, here's my ramblings. <em>I've got a blog why not use it for myself sometimes, right? </em><br />
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I've decided to take a <em>small</em> break from SH for a few reasons... I'm enjoying Facebook too much right now, that's one reason. LOL! A few of my friends know that FB is like <em>crack</em> to me...and I'm having trouble letting it go. :P I'm constantly waiting on energy refills and looking at the clock to collect my take; checking in to see who's attacked me and who's butt I've beaten down, not to mention my obsession with collecting things...and now that I've installed the new MW toolbar, I really can't let it go! (All you Mafia Wars and Treasure Madness fans know what I'm talking about. Hee-hee.)<br />
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I've also been watching all the old seasons of The Office. I had never watched this show before until I caught a re-run one night recently...I fell in love instantly. I had heard how wildly popular it was and saw them get some awards on tv, but I didn't realize just how good the show actually is. Now, I'm able to watch some of the old seasons and catch up, and I'm telling you...if you haven't seen it, you need to try it. It is HILARIOUS!<br />
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I'm also enjoying spending time with my family. December is a big month for us. All of my siblings have birthdays in December. There's four of us. Me and my twin sister and two brothers. I can't say if my parents planned it out this way or not; they deny it...but growing up, we always had to decide between getting Christmas gifts or birthday gifts. LOL!<br />
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All of us currently live in the same city except for one brother, who is in town right now, visiting from Spain. He rarely gets to visit, so it's great having all four of us in one place for a change, especially during this month of December. Not to mention how happy my parents are. We're the kind of family that loves to laugh, so we are constantly cracking on each other for fun, or playing board games, like Scrabble, and talking shit at the table. Movie-watching and eating lots of great food together goes hand in hand with my tribe, so you can imagine all of us 'round' folks trying to squeeze a place on the couch to watch Dad's big screen tv. While the surround sound rumbles in the pit of our chests because he's got the sound turned up extra high, "<em>For effect.</em>" he says. LOL! <br />
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Something that's coming up: I'm going to be having major surgery next year, and I'm freaked out about it. Maybe this is another reason why I want to just take it easy right now away from Sims 2 and writing. This will be my first surgery, <em>ever</em>. I'm not gonna lie, it's causing me some anxiety and stress, but I'm ok. It's not a life-threatening issue, so no worries! It may require me having to take another break from the hood, as well, to recuperate. Although, I'm not sure yet what's going to happen.<br />
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I'm learning through some of my friends, that they can play Sims through stressful situations because it relaxes them...I'm the opposite. LOL! Go figure.<br />
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I'm not going to pressure myself to post an update. I do that a LOT. I gotta catch up, I'm so behind. Riverdale will tell you. The whole Marchon graduating college in Riverdale before his older brother, Rashid, comes to mind. *smiles* Rashid hasn't even graduated highschool yet! So yeah, I pressure myself.<br />
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I also have to admit that I'm not feeling this next household on the <a href="http://simmingtonhills.webs.com/calendar.htm">calendar</a> right now, either. LOL! This next household is the first time I've had trouble getting a feel of the Sims. There's this groove I usually sink into while I play, I can't explain it...I'm just not feeling it with this family. And I hate to sound shallow, but their skintones are really awful. And I can't get past how bad they look. And my Sims are not usually model perfect, either. (But this family was a gift to me, so I didn't change anything about them so as not to offend the woman that made them. And I hope she doesn't read this and get offended, but we all have personal tastes.) I should've changed them when I had the chance. Now they're all moved in...the house is decorated, and I can't stop looking at their splotchy skin. I would have to kill them off and start over, I think...but, I'm gonna go with the flow. This is another challenge and I'm gonna write that they have a skin disorder, I've already planned to. hehee! You might ask: <em>Why don't you just move onto another household?</em> Sure, I could move onto another household, but I've got a calendar to stick to! Hey, you guys know I'm compulsive like that. LOL!<br />
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I hope, as this year winds down, all of you give an extra tight hug and share lots of smiles with the ones you love. We take for granted how a simple smile can affect someone so positively. It's a charity we can give to others that's totally free. It's been a crazy year, hasn't it? And life is just too short. <br />
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Peace!<br />
--Halimah (aka green)Simmington Hillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11808871601727216147noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322934582007432028.post-30720026767309262072009-12-15T18:44:00.027-06:002010-03-15T12:06:55.464-05:00CPS - April 2008<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/steve-vanhouten.html">Steve VanHouten</a> is 24, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2009/10/rashid-cunningham.html">Rashid Cunningham</a> is 18, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/elmer-valdes.html">Elmer Valdes</a> is 18, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/erline-valdes.html">Erline Valdes</a> is 18, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/sierra-spencer.html">Sierra Spencer</a> is 14, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/tyisha-masters.html">Tyisha Masters</a> is 14, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/keva-michels.html">Keva Michels</a> is 12, and <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/christina-wise.html">Christina Wise</a> is 12.<br />
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</div>The high school added a new gym a few months ago, however this was only the tip of the iceberg of all the renovations that were planned for CPS. Workers came in to paint and renovate several classrooms due to the latest budget increase from the Board of Education (BoE). There are new students registered that are going to need the extra desks and chairs.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Did you see the dark circles under eyes?! Geez, she looks old!"</em> Gavin Newson whispered loudly to Tyisha Masters and Melody Tinker; within earshot of Erline.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sounds of the students' snickering and whispering bounced off the walls because of the deep echo in the hallway. Their words and jokes could no longer hurt her. She was facing something they knew nothing about...childbirth. She was carrying a real baby inside of her and it was coming, despite herself and despite them all. No, there's no turning back. Motherhood for Erline is truly at the horizon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Wooaah, wait a minute there, big guy...just what are you saying?"</em> Erline fake pushed him away, and paused to take in what she <em>thought</em> she heard him say...she couldn't wipe the smile off her face.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Dang girl! Would you chill!?!"</em> When Rashid wiped his mouth off like she had a disease, Tyisha literally felt steam coming out of her ears. That was the ultimate disrespect and raised her arm like she was gonna backhand smack him.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"If you can hit me with Mr. VanHouten standing right there, then you got more balls than I do."</em> Rashid said. <em>"That's it. I'm done. I'm not breaking up with you, Ty, but I'm not gonna stand here while you start tripping. I done told you how I feel about you. You need to stop acting like a little girl...oh but wait - you are one."</em> He walked away not sure why he just did that. He knew that was the one thing Tyisha hated more than anything, was to be called 'a little girl'.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If Erline was not pregnant, and if she wasn't Cameron Masters' daughter...Tyisha would be all over that witch like peanut butter and jelly. That hamburger would be shoved so far up her face, she would still be eating that same sandwich next week!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Hey...(long pause). You finished?"</em> Rashid looked down at Tyisha.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Yeah, I don't have no appetite."</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Awww, thank you, baby."</em> Tyisha gushed with extra sweetness.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"You're welcome, Ty."</em> Rashid smiled with sincerity behind his eyes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/CPS/CPS_12-14-09116.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/CPS/CPS_12-14-09116.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">While holding a note in his hand...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Please call me tonight. We need to talk. --Rashid</em></div>Simmington Hillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11808871601727216147noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322934582007432028.post-4071983868933936312009-12-05T01:00:00.014-06:002010-05-20T07:22:48.589-05:00CPE - April 2008<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/maxine-wise.html">Maxine Wise</a>, is 37, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/charles-wise.html">Charles Wise</a> is 12, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2009/10/sabien-cunningham-jr.html">Sabien Cunningham "SayJ", Jr.</a> is 9, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2009/10/terris-dalton.html">Terris Dalton</a> is 9, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/terryn-dalton.html">Terryn Dalton</a> is 9, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/emely-blair.html">Emely Blair</a> is 9, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/shaun-spencer.html">Shaun Spencer</a> is 5, and <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/tyrone-masters.html">Tyrone Masters</a> is 4. (Frank Mulner, Janitor/NPC, is 38). <br />
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<div align="center"><span style="font-size: x-small;">See previous school sessions </span><a href="http://www.freewebs.com/simmingtonhills2/educationdirsnotes.htm"><span style="font-size: x-small;">HERE</span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;">.</span></div><br />
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</div>The Janitor, Frank Mulner, arrived at school early to make sure the school year's last few sessions would end without a hitch.<br />
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The halls were mopped, the water fountains cleaned out, the trash disposed; everything was in its proper place and ready for the spirited primary students to burst through the doors at any moment. <br />
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</div>The kids were ready for school to be over with and for summer to begin. So were the adults...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Maxine Wise ends her 2nd simyear with a fuller class than usual. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was decided over Spring Break that students from Bluewater Village Township and other outlying areas would be able to attend Simmington Hills' prestigious private schools, if they wanted to. Their parents are required to pay the same $1,000 tuition fee each school year as everyone else.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/CPE/CPE_12-03-09040.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" er="true" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/CPE/CPE_12-03-09040.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Left to right:</b> (On floor) Shaun Spencer, Tyrone Masters, Emely Blair. (Seated) Charles Wise, Sabien Cunningham, Jr., Terryn Dalton, and Terris Dalton. (Standing) Tessa Ramirez, Isaiah Gavigan, Gabriella Newson, Skylar Garth, Chandler Platz, and Maxine Wise.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Emely Blair's mom, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/donna-blair.html">Donna</a>, failed to send Emely's tuition check, once again. Maxine explained to the pouty little red-head that everything was in good condition for her to finish the school year with the other students, but she was skeptical if the check would clear once she got it.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Some kids introduced themselves to the new students, and some of them caught up with their old friends and talked about what they did over Spring Break.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>"Hey Chandler, did you see that new Sci-Fi movie, <a href="http://chroniclesofhumanity.com/chronicles.php?sid=1&id=22">The Chronicles of Humanity: Titans</a>?! It was AWESOME! There was all these lasers shooting from spaceships and the entire MOON blew up!!"</i> Skylar shouted.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">*<i><span style="font-size: large;">Riiinng!!!</span></i>*</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Maxine noted how impressed the kids were with their new, larger classroom, and she was quite pleased. The changes were subtle but the kids noticed right away. The Administration had dispersed simoleans to the Board of Education for some school renovations.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Before the students got too unruly, she had to keep them focused on the task at hand; knowing they wanted to explore everything. They retrieved their textbooks and finally got settled into their seats.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This was the first time the teacher didn't have to force anyone to pay attention. They all read quietly at their desks. It must be the new room, she smiled.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">By the time the afternoon class ended, Maxine and her students were a bit more relaxed and ready to take a break from all the studying.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Around this time, Frank Mulner exits the quiet confines of his office to make lunch for the kids in the cafeteria. He's been told by Maxine, one too many times, that he <i>'looks a bit too creepy'</i> to hang out in the open, so he stays hidden in his office most of the day to appease her. He can't afford to lose his job.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Maxine watches her kids like a hawk, and from the table she stretches her neck to make sure Frank doesn't bother trouble-maker, Chandler Platz; who goes to the refrigerator despite Maxine telling him not to.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>I can't wait to get out of this kiddie school.</i> Charles thought to himself. <i>I hate to hear them talk</i>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Maxine shoots a glance over at her son and sees his face. She immediately knows what he's thinking... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's gonna be an adjustment for both of them next simyear...not having her youngest attending CPE, they'll be apart for the first time. He <i>must</i> be feeling the same way. Charles has always been closer to her sister, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/lydia-wilsonoff.html">Lydia</a>, but lately he's become closer to Maxine since Lydia moved out and got married. <i>Aww, he's gonna miss his Momma.</i> Maxine smiled to herself.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>Weak ending, I know...that's all I had, sorry. I ran out of brain juice. LOL! It's hard making something out of nothing. But, I try.</i> </div><br />
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</div>Simmington Hillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11808871601727216147noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322934582007432028.post-18909455860228096452009-11-30T23:08:00.015-06:002009-12-02T06:44:30.480-06:00Bigger, Clearer Pictures, Yayyy!My journal pictures have been crappy since 2006. They look great when I take them in-game. They look great when I post them on different forums, but when I post them <em>here</em>...they turn out horrible. I hated the jagged edges and the compressed, fuzzy look...you guys know what I'm talking about! I've asked around but never really got a definitive answer as to what to do. Maybe I'm the only one that didn't know this, I don't know...LOL!<br />
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I think I was posting my pics the wrong way to begin with. I've been using the Edit HTML tab, and using an IMG code that included a code for whatever height/width numbers I wanted to use.<br />
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I was inspired by <a href="http://sullivansims.blogspot.com/">Sullivan</a>, who I think was experiencing a similar issue in the past with the look of her pics, and now they look fantastic! I got up this morning, <em>determined</em> to make a change! ....And today, I found the answer! And I can't tell you how HAPPY I am!<br />
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So for those of you out there, who want bigger, clearer pics...(even if you don't want them as <em>big</em> as mine are...try this and play around with the sizes.)<br />
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<strong>Here's what I did, and I use Photobucket (free). I also use the updated Editor in Blogger (You can change this under "Settings"):</strong><br />
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1. <strong> I changed my Blogger template from "Denim" to "Stretch Denim".</strong> <span style="font-size: x-small;">(Everyone I asked before told me to use to Denim, and when I changed to Denim, I <em>still</em> could never get my pics clearer...they must've forgotten to say Stretch. I tried it today on a whim.)</span><br />
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2. <strong>Go to your Photobucket or whatever picture host you use, and copy the "Direct Link" of your picture.</strong><br />
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3. <strong>Under the Compose tab when making a new post, you'll see a picture icon that says, "Insert Image". Click it and choose "Web Address (URL)"</strong><br />
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4. <strong>Paste the Direct Link into the Web Address (URL). You'll see your picture show up in the box, and hit OK.</strong><br />
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5. <strong>Now choose "Original Size" and "Center" should already be chosen.</strong> (The Original size for my pics is the standard 600 x 450.)<br />
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<em>That's it!</em><br />
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If you have a post that's already been published, and you want to change your pics...like I've been doing all day. Then: <br />
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1. <strong>Edit your post.</strong><br />
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2. <strong> Click the Compose tab and click on your photo, and 'remove'.</strong><br />
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3. <strong>Find your photo in Photobucket, copy the Direct Link.</strong><br />
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4. <strong>Paste it in the Web Address (URL) box, the photo pops up...hit OK.</strong> <br />
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5. And again, <strong>choose "Original Size" </strong>or whatever size you want to use<strong>.</strong><br />
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You can play around with the sizes. There's small, medium, large, and extra large sizes too. <br />
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I hope this helps somebody that had the same questions I had.<br />
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--greenSimmington Hillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11808871601727216147noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322934582007432028.post-52225393378965316572009-11-28T05:30:00.018-06:002010-04-16T06:57:05.787-05:00Tax Collection - April 2008<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/trenton-vanhouten.html">Trenton VanHouten</a>, Tax Accessor, is 25. <span style="font-size: x-small;">(If you'd like to read how taxes are collected in The Hills, please read <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/nick-michels.html">Nick Michels'</a> Business Advisor Notes for </span><a href="http://www.freewebs.com/simmingtonhills2/businessadvisorsnotes.htm"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Round 2006 - September 2007</span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;">.)</span><br />
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It's that time of simyear when all Sims must pay 'The Man'. The tax man, that is...and Trenton knew it was going to be a long night. Most Sims wouldn't be able to get by his office until the evening time; after work. He made sure he had plenty of rest and spent some play time with his daughter, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/true-vanhouten.html">True</a>. He left her in the care of his brothers while he worked in the small office that was built next to the main house.<br />
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He was not looking forward to the endless complaints and unnecessary whining Sims would make about having to fork over their hard-earned cash. He knew that most of these families would have to take out loans to pay him today. He felt bad for them, but on the otherhand, Trenton knew that he and his brothers would shell out more in taxes than anyone else in Simmington Hills. So he really didn't want to hear the whining and complaining. Everybody has to pay up. Only the Mayor and his family are excluded from paying property taxes.<br />
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The Everetts were the first to arrive.<br />
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The Valdes' arrived with their twins in tow. Erline and Elmer are 18 now and their bank accounts are eligible for taxation at this age.<br />
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They ended up paying out a total of $11,600.<br />
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The Michels paid out only $1,000 and even that amount is a hardship for this couple.<br />
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In total, <strong>$125,326</strong> was collected in taxes for Simmington Hills this season. $62,663 of that was collected from playable Sims. The other half was figured in for the Townies.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Trenton's detailed records are located in his <a href="http://simmingtonhills2.webs.com/taxassessorsnotes.htm">Tax Accessor Reports</a>.</div><br />
The highest amount paid was from the TVanHouten family who paid $26,000 in taxes. No mortgage payment included, because their house was paid for in cash.<br />
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The lowest amount paid was from the RLWilsonoff family who paid $63 in taxes. Ray and Lydia were able to take home a nice $1,400 tax credit, for filing jointly.<br />
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All eligible households received a $1,500 tax credit for married couples filing jointly, and a $1,000 tax credit for each dependent.<br />
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<em>I'm still trying to figure out how regularly I'm gonna take taxes. My Sims are incredibly broke. But, there are still so many ways they can make money...so I'm not sure yet if I'm gonna do this every April, like in real life. :P </em><br />
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<em>I must admit, I cheat them each 2 days salary from their jobs because I feel like I don't play them long enough to represent 2 FULL years of working. If they own their own business, I cheat them twice the amount of the last day's revenue. hehee. As if they've been working their business for two simyears without me.</em><br />
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<em><strong>EDIT:</strong> After doing Trenton's detailed records, I realized I had the wrong totals posted. It's corrected now.</em>Simmington Hillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11808871601727216147noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322934582007432028.post-86209035604935684772009-11-23T05:00:00.021-06:002010-02-09T17:41:44.128-06:00CSMasters - April 2008<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/cameron-masters.html">Cameron Masters</a> is 52, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/stacy-masters.html">Stacy Masters</a> is 46, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/tyisha-masters.html">Tyisha</a> is 14, and <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/tyrone-masters.html">Tyrone</a> is 6. Prince Cunningham, is their cat.<br />
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It was hard for Stacy to get back on track after <a href="http://simdayspaper.blogspot.com/2009/11/local-resident-suffers-miscarriage-by.html">losing her baby</a>. <br />
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Having the crib in their bedroom was a constant reminder. Cameron realized he needed to get rid of it when Stacy cried out to him that she couldn't take looking at it any more.<br />
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He could've kicked himself for not getting it out of there faster, but then again...he was taking things very slowly; not knowing how she would feel if all the baby items they've had, since Tyisha was an infant, were suddenly gone.<br />
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<i>"Heyyy hey...It's outta here. I'm on it right away. Don't you worry about it, baby. It's ok." </i><br />
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She cried even deeper.<br />
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</div><i>"Stacy, I've got your back. You know that don't you?"</i> Cameron asked soothingly. <i> "Everything will be alright, babe. You're so beautiful and we're so blessed."</i><br />
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Stacy felt like a failure. Deep down she knew it wasn't her fault, but she still felt like she let everybody down.<br />
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<i>"I feel like I've just gotten what I deserved. Trying to force us to have one last baby; all that sex...<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2009/04/simday-25-cameron.html">I almost lost you to a heart attack</a> and now I've lost the baby!"</i> Stacy cried. <br />
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"<i>Look at me, sweetheart. We've been through so much together. You were there for me and now I'm here for you. O</i><i>ur kids need us to be strong. They need to see that you're ok, so that <b>they</b> will be ok. I love you so much! Let's count our blessings and get on about the business of doing some great things in this hood."</i> Cameron looked into her eyes, trying to bring a smile to her lips.<br />
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It worked. And although Stacy thought quite often of her miscarriage, her children gave her soooo much love, she didn't have time to be sad.<br />
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Tyisha surprised her with the perfect batch of pancakes.<br />
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Tyrone also gave a helping hand. He was a little angel and straightened out his Daddy's albums for her. Stacking them back into the corner where they belong.<br />
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Everyone did their part to help things get back to normal in the Masters household. And Stacy decided she would go right back to work and get back into her routine...that's if Cameron could keep his hands off of her long enough. :P<br />
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It thrilled Tyisha when Cameron allowed <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2009/10/rashid-cunningham.html">Rashid</a> to come over while he was at home. The two aren't allowed to go out together, but Cameron decided that it was ok for them to see each other as long as he or Stacy was there. Tyisha was so glad to see Rashid but still...she couldn't help but throw a little salt his way; jokingly.<br />
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<i>"Can you imagine if we sent your story into The Maury Show, Rashid. He could say..."Rashid you ARE the father!"</i> She laughed even though she prayed every night that he's not.<br />
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<i>"Tyisha!" </i>Cameron called out in surprise.<br />
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<i>"Aww, ok. You got jokes. That's ok. I got that coming."</i> Rashid faked a small chuckle. It wasn't something he was proud of and it certainly wasn't a joking matter. But he was there to clear the air between them all, and if this is what he has to go through to do it, then so be it.<br />
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<i>"What's new about you, girl? You look different."</i> Rashid noticed.<br />
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<i>"What...you trying to say I'm ugly?"</i> Tyisha joked.<br />
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<i>"Naaawww, not at all. I just notice you look different, that's all."</i> Rashid smiled.<br />
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<i>"It's no biggie." </i>She lied.<i> "My Dad made me take off all my makeup. He said I was looking too old for my age."</i> Tyisha unconsiously slid down in her seat a little more. She hated being treated like a little child and she was afraid Rashid might start seeing her as a little girl and she certainly didn't want that. He'd already 'done the deed', as the girls called it in school. That's competition enough. She'd hate it if he broke up with her again. <br />
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<i>"I like it."</i> He said. And just like that, Tyisha felt 100% better.<br />
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When Cam sat down next to them, Rashid and Tyisha shifted in their seats awkwardly. They were hoping to be able to talk alone about what was going on with them, and the whole 'Erline baby drama'. Rashid is going to be leaving for college in a few months, and Tyisha wasn't sure when she'd be able to talk to him again privately.<br />
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<i>"Yeah, your Mom and I made up."</i> Cameron started.<br />
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<i>"I know."</i> Rashid said.<br />
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<i>"Yeah, I just had to wave the flag of surrender, you know?"</i> Cameron said laughing.<i> "You guys mean so much to me."</i><br />
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<i>"I just wanted peace, you know?"</i> Cameron said. <i>"Peace all around. It just got too stressful. I was out of line and you know...I never meant to hurt you or anybody's feelings."</i><br />
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<i>"Yeah...I know Uncle Cam."</i> Rashid said quietly. <br />
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<i>Why won't he leave?!</i> Tyisha thought to herself. She didn't think he would sit there the <b>whole</b> time but he did. <i>He's being embarassing.</i> She thought.<br />
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Rashid got up to leave. He realized he's gonna have to put some space in between he and Tyisha for awhile, at least until she grew up a little more or until Uncle Cam let go of his rope a little more. He hugged them both goodbye and told Tyisha he'd see her at school.<br />
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Cameron saw his daughter's face and realized he had overdone it...he'd worn out his welcome. He didn't want to embarass her, but he also didn't care. She was his 'Isha-Poo' and always would be. He suggested they all go outside and wait for Stacy to get home from work.<br />
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<i>After Cameron consoled Stacy, it was like he breathed new life into her. She didn't cry again. I was really surprised and happy that she was able to move on after that, so quickly. </i><br />
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<i>This is a very loving family. Very loving. They really look after each other. So it's no surprise that Cameron watches his daughter and Rashid like a hawk.</i> <i> LOL! But, he's being a little too strict, I believe. I hope she doesn't act out in rebellion!</i>Simmington Hillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11808871601727216147noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322934582007432028.post-69214200826747581362009-11-18T06:30:00.010-06:002010-03-03T07:54:26.431-06:00DNA Drama - March 2008<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/trinity-dalton.html">Dr. Trinity Dalton</a> is 52, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/tomika-cunningham.html">Lt. Tomika Cunningham</a> is 52, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/sabien-cunningham-sr.html">Mayor Sabien Cunningham, Sr.</a> is 52, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/ray-wilsonoff.html">Ray Wilsonoff</a> is 33, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/lydia-wilsonoff.html">Lydia Wilsonoff</a> is 33 and <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2009/10/rashid-cunningham.html">Rashid Cunningham</a> is 18.<br />
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<i>"Hi, Trin'. How are you? Rough morning, wasn't it?!"</i> Tomika hugged her old friend tightly; glad that the <a href="http://simdayspaper.blogspot.com/2009/11/headlines-home-invasion.html">robbery</a> at the Dalton home wasn't more dangerous than it turned out to be.<br />
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<i>"Well, this little meeting here has called me away from official Police duty. Good thing the burglar is already locked up. But, I'd like to know why we're here. What's so important?"</i> Tomika asked while taking her seat; shifting her eyes ever so slightly towards Rashid. She purposely wore contacts this morning, so he could see she meant business.<br />
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Rashid shifted nervously in his seat as Trinity greeted Mayor Cunningham. Rashid had a feeling that things were about to reach Code Red levels. Just because he was 18 didn't mean a <i>damn</i> thing when his mother got angry.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/MiniUpdate_11-16-09004.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/MiniUpdate_11-16-09004.png" yr="true" /></a></div><i>"What's wrong, hon? That sweater causing you to itch?"</i> Tomika said sarcastically. She and Sabien knew full well why they were here, but Rashid doesn't know they know. So she plans on putting on an Oscar-Winning performance today...just to put the fear of The Almighty in him. Her anger stems from him not being on the up and up with them. His parents should've never heard about this in the street. It should've come from him. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/MiniUpdate_11-16-09006.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/MiniUpdate_11-16-09006.png" yr="true" /></a></div><i>"She's all fired up today, Trin'."</i> Sabien softly mentions as he hugs Trinity.<br />
<i>"Don't you leave me in here alone with this woman! I can't handle her by myself."</i> Trinity whispers with a nervous chuckle. Sabien chuckled nervously, too.<br />
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Trinity had been on the business end of Tomika's wrath simyears before, when she was a suspect in <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/nick-michels.html">Nick Michels'</a> attempted murder. <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2008/02/simday-15-trinity.html">She almost lost her mind behind it.</a> No sir, Trinity did <i>not</i> want to get caught in the middle of Tomika's crossfires today.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/MiniUpdate_11-16-09007.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/MiniUpdate_11-16-09007.png" yr="true" /></a></div><i>"Ok, well I'm not sure where to begin..."</i> Trinity mumbled as she took her seat in front of them.<br />
--<i>"I made love to <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/erline-valdes.html">Erline Valdes</a> and now she <b>might</b> be pregnant!"</i> Rashid blurted out nervously. Dr. Dalton looked at Rashid and nodded in an appeasing manner to help compose him. <br />
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<i>"I mean...she <b>is</b> pregnant and I <b>might</b> be the father."</i> Rashid said, looking down at his hands. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/MiniUpdate_11-16-09012.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/MiniUpdate_11-16-09012.png" yr="true" /></a></div><i>"You don't even know what making love is, you silly boy! You wasted your first time with a...a...floosy who's playing you! And then you don't even use protection! What do you know about making love!?! Nothing!"</i> Tomika said trying to stay calm. But then...she started thinking about every. thing.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/MiniUpdate_11-16-09014.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/MiniUpdate_11-16-09014.png" yr="true" /></a></div><i>"I'm about to show my Oscar-Winning behind up in here, Rashid. You wanna know why? Because your father and I have tried our very best to give you everything you wanted. We've raised you right! We've taught you right from wrong. You think the Butler didn't tell me </i><a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2009/05/stcunningham-september-fall-2007.html"><i>he had to wash our sheets</i></a><i> the night we left you and Marchon home alone? Huh?! Our bed, Rashid?! <b>Our</b> bed. Hmmph. And then...I caught a </i><i><a href="http://simmingtonhills.webs.com/courthouse.htm">case</a></i><i> because I was defending you to </i><a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/cameron-masters.html"><i>Cameron</i></a><i>. Damn near messed up our friendship! Poor <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/tyisha-masters.html">Tyisha</a> is too young for all this drama. That's why she can't go out with you anymore. Cameron doesn't trust you around his daughter now."</i><br />
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<i>"Just last week, I had to wear a freakin' orange jumpsuit, dammit!...<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2009/11/cdblair-march-2008.html">I went and cleaned some strangers' house</a> and their toilet!!! Your Momma cleaned somebody else's toilet for you, Rashid...(pointing to Rashid, but looking at Trinity) And this boy can't keep it in his pants or put a wrapper on it!"</i><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/MiniUpdate_11-16-09015.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/MiniUpdate_11-16-09015.png" yr="true" /></a></div><i>"You better get on your damn knees and pray to SimGod with all your might, that you are NOT the father, Rashid, I swear! Look at me! You are not ready for this kind of responsiblity, young man...and I'm not about to be dealing with this girl's drama. I'll tell you that right now!" </i>Tomika pointed at him, swearing between clinched teeth and half-crying.<br />
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<i>"Get the Q-tips, Trinity, or whatever you need! I'm DONE. Go on and get this mess over with."</i> Tomika sat back quickly and angrily wiping her eyes.<br />
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Rashid felt like he just got ripped a new one. He had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach because he didn't realize how much he'd hurt his mother. How much she'd sacrificed on his behalf. <br />
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Sabien felt for his boy, but decided he would reserve his comments for after the results came back in two months. He's so glad they don't have to wait a whole simyear after the baby is born to get the DNA results.<br />
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<i>"Hi Lydia, it's nice to meet you. Ray...Lydia, I've got to make this quick. I've got another appointment."</i> Trinity lied. She was exhausted and couldn't deal with any more conflicts today. <br />
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<i>"Yes, we're both aware of the situation. Lydia has come here with me today to give me her support."</i> Ray said calmly. Lydia looked out the window, vaguely.<br />
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<i>"Well then, let's get started. The results should come back in two months." </i>Trinity walked towards Ray.<br />
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<i>"Nooo, I'm just going to swipe your mouth and that's it."</i> Trinity said reaching for the gloves.<br />
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<i>"Lydia, how are you doing?" </i>Trinity asked as she finished with Ray.<br />
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When she excused herself to the bathroom, Trinity turned to Ray.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/MiniUpdate_11-16-09037.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/Mini%20Updates/MiniUpdate_11-16-09037.png" yr="true" /></a></div><i>"That woman is stressed out, Ray. You've got a baby coming - potentially two babies coming! - and you need to make sure Lydia stays relaxed. All this drama is not good for her or the baby. Understand?"</i><br />
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<i>"I got it, Doc. I really don't believe I'm the father of Erline's baby. What we did was sooo long ago and Rashid's been with her since then. Lydia knows about it and she means the world to me. I'll do anything to keep the peace...for her and our baby."</i> Ray looked too calm, Trinity thought. She watched as he ushered himself out the door to meet up with Lydia so they could leave.<br />
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Trinity sure was glad this meeting was over with.<br />
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<i>I think Carla asked me awhile back if I knew who the father is...the answer is 'Yes I do'. But you guys will have to wait a couple more months in Simtime. LOL! </i>Simmington Hillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11808871601727216147noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322934582007432028.post-5711499678780082112009-11-13T09:11:00.024-06:002010-05-20T19:55:49.082-05:00CDBlair - March 2008<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/chance-blair.html">Chance</a> is 29, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/donna-blair.html">Donna</a> is 29, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/emely-blair.html">Emely</a> is 9.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/CD_Blair/BlairCD_11-12-09003.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/CD_Blair/BlairCD_11-12-09003.png" yr="true" /></a></div>Chance and Donna Blair met at a football game in highschool almost 11 simyears ago. Separate highschools...opposing teams. Donna was a cheerleader and Chance was just some goofball student from the rival school making wolf whistles at her from the stands. She could hear him calling her name from the other side of the field. <em>Somebody</em> had given him a megaphone. Maybe this was the same guy who'd been trying to get her phone number, basically <em>stalking</em> her. She remembered thinking, <em>"Who is that creep?!"</em> <br />
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After the game, he caught up with her and asked her out. All he had to do was smile at her and she caved; she couldn't resist him. The rest is history. These two have been married for nine simyears and moved to Simmington Hills for better job opportunities. For good or bad, they've stuck it out because they're both sore losers. They hate to lose at anything and that includes marriage. So, this is the first house they've ever had together. It's a win-win. They get to feel like they've officially entered the secret society of suburbia; which was a distant dream to them a few simyears ago. And Emely gets a chance to make all the noise she wants outside in her very own yard. She can even have friends over now.<br />
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They found the 2 bedroom/1 bath home on 91 E. Cedar St. very inviting, even though it's small, it has a basement. They feel they could grow here. <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/nick-michels.html">Nick Michels</a> approved their request for a mortgage, although they could have paid for the house in cash. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/CD_Blair/BlairCD_11-11-09048.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/CD_Blair/BlairCD_11-11-09048.png" yr="true" /></a></div>They would end up with more simoleans left over if they mortgaged the house instead of paying cash for it. A mistake a lot of young Sims make. Sure Nick advised them as best he could, but <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2008/12/simday-25-nick.html">who was he to give financial advice, right?</a> <span style="font-size: x-small;">*shakes head*</span><br />
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What they didn't expect was how much even the cheapest furnishings would cost all together. Throw in some new wall treatments and floors and their whole $15,000 budget was blown. They had $730 simoleans left in the bank when the smoke cleared. I guess they'll have to wait for a cheap little car to fight over. <br />
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Chance thought they should sell back their artwork and plants. <i>"We don't need this stuff right now."</i> he said over and over. But, Donna wanted to keep it. <i>"It makes the house more charming and attractive, Chance."</i> She pleaded.<br />
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So, they kept it all. But there was one thing they totally forgot. And when the notice came in the mail, they got a little worried..."Immigration Tax?!" They both said at the same time. <i>"Who's got $1,000 bucks to pay that?! Don't they know Sims need their simoleans when they're just moving in?!"</i> Chance paced the floor. It was times like these, he knew Donna was fuming inside over him not getting - <strong>correction</strong> - over him not <i>wanting</i> to get a job and help out. <br />
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Donna has always been the breadwinner. Truthfully, she has enough ambition for the both of them. The first thing she did once her computer was set up, was get a job in Oceanography. It's her dream job, but when she was told that the highest level she could attain without a college degree was a Dolphin Tank Cleaner, she immediately signed up for a <a href="http://sullivansims.blogspot.com/2009/10/space-boy.html">college correspondence course</a> <span style="font-size: x-small;">(see Comments)</span>. Immediately after that, she left for her 1st simday at work as a Fish Chummer. Late or not, she had to go. She dropped Emely off at school on her way, without saying another word to Chance.<br />
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<i>"Bye baby, have a great day at school."</i> Chance smiled.<br />
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<i>"Bye Daddy!"</i> Emely skipped to the taxi as her Mom yelled for her to hurry up because they were late.<br />
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Around 11 a.m., Donna returned from work with a co-worker named Kelsey, I believe that's her name. Donna told Kelsey that she got to kiss a dolphin today while she was on break. Her boss had allowed her inside the off-limits area where the dolphins swam and she kissed his nose. She can't wait to get promoted to clean dolphin tanks. But she really looks forward to the day when she can dive into the ocean and do research, demolition, and all the other interesting things Oceanographers do.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/CD_Blair/BlairCD_11-09-09010.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/CD_Blair/BlairCD_11-09-09010.png" yr="true" /></a></div>Kelsey told her she should also consider talking to <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/charles-everett.html">Chuck Everett</a>. He cleans dolphin tanks. Who knows...maybe he's also trying to get a degree. Donna closed her eyes to remember his name. She'd definitely have to look him up.<br />
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A few moments later, two Sims appeared from the sidewalk to welcome the Blair family to the neighborhood. <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/keith-dalton.html">Keith Dalton</a> and <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/stacy-masters.html">Stacy Masters</a> introduced themselves and quickly broke the ice with the couple. Donna was happy to meet them both. She couldn't wait to find out all she could about the Sims living there and what the place has to offer. She and Chance invited them to hang out for a little while. It was great to learn that Keith lives right across the street with his doctor wife and nine year old twins. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/CD_Blair/BlairCD_11-09-09016.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/CD_Blair/BlairCD_11-09-09016.png" yr="true" /></a></div>It tickled Donna to death and it was no surprise when Emely came home with <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/terryn-dalton.html">Terryn Dalton</a>. The two adorable girls were dressed alike, only in different colors.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/CD_Blair/BlairCD_11-09-09031.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/CD_Blair/BlairCD_11-09-09031.png" yr="true" /></a></div>The small house was soon filled with chatter and play; something Donna's been looking forward to for a long time. She loves being active and having lots of activity around her.<br />
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Chance began telling everyone that he had received a call earlier that morning from Earl Grainger, <a href="http://www.freewebs.com/simmingtonhills4/willowcountyjailbio.htm">Resident Prison Cop at the Willow County Jail </a>and was told that they had a sitizen coming by very early the next morning to fulfill their community service hours. He was hoping that Chance and Donna would be discreet and open their home to the Mayor's wife. Chance didn't know what to say to that. So he just stuttered out, <em>"Ok."</em><br />
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<i>"So what gives?"</i> He asked his new neighbors. Keith goes on to explain the <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2009/08/case-001-october-2007.html">Cunningham vs. Masters</a> case that happened back in October.<br />
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<em>"So why couldn't she have just paid the fine and got off?"</em> Donna asked.<br />
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<em>"That's how things are done here in the Hills. Nothing is ever just plain simple. She would have to go to jail for two nights..."</em> Keith laughed. <span style="font-size: x-small;">*I know he meant that as a snide remark to me. I'll let it slide 'cause I love him. :P *</span><br />
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The next morning, around 5 a.m., <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/tomika-cunningham.html">Tomika Cunningham</a> showed up. Donna was already at work, having to leave around 3 a.m. Chance wiped the sleep from his eyes and answered the door in his PJs.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/CD_Blair/BlairCD_11-10-09015.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/CD_Blair/BlairCD_11-10-09015.png" yr="true" /></a></div><i>"I hate having to meet you this way. It's so early, but I've got to be at work at 8 o'clock."</i> Tomika said embarassed and worried about first impressions.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/CD_Blair/BlairCD_11-10-09016.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/CD_Blair/BlairCD_11-10-09016.png" yr="true" /></a></div>All Chance could do was put the nervous woman at ease. He told her to just go about it and he'd try to stay out of her way. He's home all day-everyday, and it's no problem that he had to get up so early. He was expecting her.<br />
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After Emely shuffled off to school, Chance felt he needed to do something about this Immigration Tax situation and called up Keith to find out what resources were available. He got the directions to the <a href="http://www.freewebs.com/simmingtonhills4/creditunionbio.htm">Credit Union</a> and went to pay Julien Cooke a visit.<br />
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When Donna got home, she noticed the place smelled like lavender. The 1st Lady must've come because the place looked and smelled super clean. She was hoping to tell Chance they didn't have to worry about that Immigration Tax, because she got promoted to Dolphin Tank Cleaner. She bought a fun gaming system home as a surprise for her 'big kid' and little kid and she knew Chance would be more excited about it than Emely. She couldn't wait to see his child-like face brighten with the news...<br />
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Oh well...<br />
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Emely came home with <em>both</em> the Dalton twins this time and the first thing she saw was that new gaming system sitting on the table. The kids screamed with delight and <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2009/10/terris-dalton.html">Terris</a> wanted to be the first to challenge Emely to the snowboarding game. He's practically an expert at it because he and his Dad play all the time at home.<br />
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Later that night, Donna and Chance had egg sandwiches and talked about his choice to apply for charity to pay for the Immigration Tax.<br />
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<i>"Babe, you know I love you...but,"</i> Donna started. Chance already knows it's never good when a conversation between them starts out like that.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/CD_Blair/BlairCD_11-11-09030.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/CD_Blair/BlairCD_11-11-09030.png" yr="true" /></a></div><i>"No, you're doing what you want to do and nothing else."</i> Donna snubbed and rolled her eyes. <br />
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Chance wants to have another child, but he's not willing to at least <i>try</i> seeing her side of things. She needs financial help from him. Not just cooking breakfast and calling yourself a Dad. Emely's not even home all day anymore! So what is he doing with his time? How in the world can they bring another child into their lives right now?<br />
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<em>First off, I want to thank </em><a href="http://sullivansims.blogspot.com/"><em>Carla of Sullivan Sims</em></a><em>, your blog has inspired me in so many ways. I've had to grab all your goodies and run with them! LOL! I love your Sim Profiles set up and your College Correspondence idea, so I hope you don't mind me using these ideas for my own hood. As I go through this rotation, I'll be updating all my Sim Profiles with the new format. I've also decided to do the StretchSkeleton cheat in this hood. I went through SimPE and changed the heights of all my Sims, adults too, just a little...so you'll see those subtle differences as I post updates.</em><br />
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<em>A huge question I have, and maybe somebody out there can answer: How can I make my pictures look better? I post them at Photobucket...I know. I've read you guys' "omgphotobucketsucks" stories...but I cannot pay for a picture host, so is there anything else I can do? My pictures suck bigtime.</em><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>As of 11/30/09, I FIXED THEM!! *DANCES*</strong> I finally figured it out!!!</em></div><br />
<i>A few notes about this session: </i><br />
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<i>1. I configured my <a href="http://www.moreawesomethanyou.com/smf/index.php/topic,8253.0.html">RandomStuff</a> file to include all my For Sale/Rent properties, including apartments. I have the hardest time figuring out where a new family is going to live. LOL! So my randomstuff file rolls it for me. I was pleased the Blairs got this house. </i><br />
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<i>I also put anything else I could think of in it, and all of my ROS scenarios are now in there; the ones from Jade, Laura and Apple Valley, making everything very concise and in one place.</i><br />
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<i>2. This couple tried for a baby twice on their own, with no luck. Makes me think Donna is psychologically preventing it. LOL! </i><br />
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<i>I created the Blairs back in 2005, in my first Simmington Hills hood. I never blogged about that hood, but I posted pics of it at N99 from time to time. So some of you might remember Chance and Donna from that. Emely was just a toddler back then. I originally made Donna from a photo of a model I found on the internet. :P I really suck at creating Sims, so I needed the help. LOL!<br />
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I enjoyed playing them again. It's like seeing old friends. I kept their same personalities and aged Emely up to a child, as if they'd been living out their lives somewhere else. But I struggled in writing this one because not much is going on. I don't have an agenda, I just play their lives out and see what happens.<br />
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In my 2005 game, Donna ended up having an affair with another husband, Eldon Fuller, because she was so fed up with Chance's lack of ambition and because of ACR. *smiles* (I'll be introducing Eldon's family into this hood in August 2009. Some of you might remember his wife, Haydee. She was a former model. They have a daughter named Faith.)<br />
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Other Sims that came from my old 2005 hood are <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/vivienne-everett.html">Viv Everett</a>, the <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/index-of-sim-profiles.html">Valdes Family</a>, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/maxine-wise.html">Maxine Wise</a>, and <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/sabien-cunningham-sr.html">Sabien</a> and <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/tomika-cunningham.html">Tomika</a>, of course. In fact, this is the first time, I've seen Sabien and Tomika's kids grow up into teenagers. They only had Rashid in that old game, but he never made it past a toddler. </i><br />
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<i>I have never played a hood this long before. So, I'm very proud of myself for coming up on 3 years with this hood. My real life hubby 'Sabien' never thought I would do it. :P I showed him. hmmmph.</i>Simmington Hillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11808871601727216147noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322934582007432028.post-14413078166691983482009-11-08T16:28:00.004-06:002010-02-09T18:00:51.918-06:00Mommies To Be - March 2008<div style="text-align: left;">I wanted to post the beautiful, glowing pictures of these Moms to Be to show you how they are doing, pregnancy-wise. After a look at my calendar, I realized we won't see but one of these ladies in a journal update for the birth, and the others not until well <i>after</i> their babies are born. (I will probably do mini-updates on the births, though.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Simmington Hillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11808871601727216147noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322934582007432028.post-20019894137897512812009-11-04T22:48:00.038-06:002010-06-20T05:40:15.110-05:00Calendar - Round 2008<strong><span style="font-size: x-small;">This hood's current Simdays are (Simdays 26-27). This Round lasts from March 2008 to February 2010.</span></strong><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="background-color: white;">(Simday 26)</span></strong></div><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">March:</span></strong><br />
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<span style="color: orange;"><a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2009/11/cdblair-march-2008.html">CDBlair</a></span> <br />
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<span style="color: orange;"><a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2009/11/dna-drama-march-2008.html">*Mini-Update*</a> DNA Drama </span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">*Spring Planting at Spencer Farm*</span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">April:</span></strong><br />
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<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2009/11/csmasters-april-2008.html">CSMasters</a><br />
<br />
<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2009/11/april-2008-tax-collection.html">*TVanHouten Tax Season*</a><br />
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*<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2009/12/cps-april-2008.html">CPS</a>/<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2009/12/cpe-april-2008.html">CPE</a> <span style="color: orange;">School Updates*</span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">May:</span></strong><br />
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<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2010/01/karaphael-may-2008.html">KARaphael</a><br />
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<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2010/01/are-you-my-daddy-may-2008.html">*Mini-Update*</a> <span style="color: orange;">Are You My Daddy?</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">*Spring Harvest at Spencer Farm*</span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">June:</span></strong><br />
<br />
<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2010/02/anbachelor-june-2008.html">ANBachelor</a><br />
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<strong><em>Mega Mini Updates: (listed below)</em></strong> <br />
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<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2010/03/summer-internship-june-2008.html">*June Internship: Work and Play*</a><br />
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<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2010/04/commencement-ceremony-june-2008.html"><span style="background-color: yellow;">*CPS Class of 2008 Graduation*</span></a><br />
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<span style="background-color: yellow;"><a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2010/04/aerial-bionic-concert-june-2008_30.html">*Aerial Bionic Band, from Apple Valley, performs!!*</a></span><br />
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<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2010/05/coming-of-agecelebrate-life-june-2008.html">Coming of Age...Celebrate Life!</a><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">July:</span></strong><br />
<br />
<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2010/05/ssu-july-2008.html">*SSU Update, (Sims State Univ.), Freshman year, 1st semester*</a> <span style="color: orange; font-size: x-small;"><em>- special summer session; boys left early for college.</em></span><br />
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<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-internship-pt-2-july-2008.html">*July Internship: Work*</a><br />
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<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2010/05/coming-of-agecelebrate-life-julyaugust.html">Coming of Age...Celebrate Life!</a> <span style="color: orange;">(July/August)</span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">August:</span></strong><br />
<br />
<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2010/05/coming-of-agecelebrate-life-julyaugust.html">Coming of Age...Celebrate Life!</a> <span style="color: orange;">(July/August)</span><br />
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<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-internship-pt-3-august-2008.html">*August Internship: Work*</a><br />
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KKLy<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">September:</span></strong><br />
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NHMichels<br />
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*Fall Harvest at Spencer Farm*<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">October:</span></strong> <br />
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DPaisey<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">November:</span></strong><br />
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AVDiaz<br />
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*CPS/CPE Fall School Update*<br />
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*SSU Update, (Sims State Univ.), Freshman year, 2nd semester*<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">December:</span></strong><br />
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MCarmichael<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">January (2009):</span></strong><br />
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TVanHouten<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">February (2009):</span></strong><br />
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*Mini-Update*<br />
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*SSU Spring Break*<br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: orange;">The remainder of 2009's calendar is on the next page (Read More).</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong>(Simday 27)</strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">March:</span></strong></div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left">CVEverett</div><div align="left"><br />
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</div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">April:</span></strong></div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left">SGuthrie</div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left">*TVanHouten Tax Season*</div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left">*SSU Update, (Sims State Univ.), Sophomore year, 1st semester*</div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">May:</span></strong></div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left">RLWilsonoff</div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left"><span style="background-color: yellow;">*CPS Spring 2009 Prom*</span></div><div align="left"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">JMWise</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: yellow;">*CPS Class of 2009 Graduation*</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;"><strong>July:</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">EEValdes</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">*Mini Update*</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">August:</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">EHFuller</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i47.tinypic.com/2co4pis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="http://i47.tinypic.com/2co4pis.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Fall 2009</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">September:</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">WIStokes</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">October:</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">MBendett</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">November:</span></strong><br />
<br />
*CPE/CPS Fall School Updates*<br />
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*SSU Update, (Sims State Univ.), Sophomore year, 2nd semester*<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i47.tinypic.com/23m8lc2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="http://i47.tinypic.com/23m8lc2.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Winter 2009</strong></div><strong></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">December:</span></strong> </div><div style="text-align: left;">STCunningham</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">January (2010):</span></strong> </div><div style="text-align: left;">KKLy</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">February (2010):</span></strong> </div><div style="text-align: left;">DPaisey</div><div style="text-align: left;"> *SSU Spring Break*</div>Simmington Hillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11808871601727216147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322934582007432028.post-32538030891235878942009-11-04T18:40:00.003-06:002010-04-16T17:05:00.293-05:00ROS for Round 2008One thing I looked forward to with this new time relevance, was posting random events at the beginning of each round. <br />
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However, I'm not ready for what I rolled...I used the ROS Excel Sheet Apple Valley sent me a long time ago. She created it to automatically give the scenario, the Sim it's going to happen to, and the <em>number</em> of times something might be needed. (Thanks Starr!) <br />
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The good news is that several new families are moving into the hood this round! So, I will have 21 households total. I figured 30% of those households need some kind of random occurrence happen to them. That's how I came up with 6. (21 x 30%).<br />
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I know that once I post it here, it's in stone...so here it goes! *sniff* Be on the lookout in each update!<br />
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1. <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2010/02/anbachelor-june-2008.html">Death by Hail</a> (Nedra Bachelor)<br />
2. Unexpected Pregnancy<br />
3. Kidnapped!<br />
4. Graduate with honors from your socializing class! Gain <em>9</em> new friends.<br />
5. Death by Illness <br />
6. Being Blackmailed<br />
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Two deaths my first time out...I don't know how I'm going do this.Simmington Hillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11808871601727216147noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322934582007432028.post-14364944418658375302009-10-27T18:30:00.039-05:002010-05-10T11:12:16.987-05:00KTDalton - February 2008<a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/trinity-dalton.html">Trinity</a> is 52, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/keith-dalton.html">Keith</a> is 42, <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2009/10/terris-dalton.html">Terris</a> is 9, and <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/terryn-dalton.html">Terryn</a> is 9. Jolie Dawson visits from Apple Valley.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KT_Dalton/DaltonKT_10-27-09018.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KT_Dalton/DaltonKT_10-27-09018.png" yr="true" /></a></div><br />
This was the Dalton house weeks ago.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KT_Dalton/DaltonKT_10-22-09001.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KT_Dalton/DaltonKT_10-22-09001.png" yr="true" /></a></div>For several months, the family had to live around boxes and massive clutter because Keith was finally making good on his promise to remodel their home and make it a cozy place to live in. The hurricane had destroyed everything they had before.<br />
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At times I thought Trinity was gonna blow another gasket! She'd just stand there staring into the mess for minutes at a time. The last thing she needed after working at the hospital was to come home to disorganization. It was grating on <i>everybody's</i> nerves, including mine. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KT_Dalton/DaltonKT_10-24-09001.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KT_Dalton/DaltonKT_10-24-09001.png" yr="true" /></a></div>With Keith working long hours at the store, it didn't help. No one was home to oversee the contractors hired from Sim City. One of them had broken the trash compactor and didn't fix it. Keith had to fire all of them. Months went by before he found anyone else to work on it. Truth was...he needed to look in his own backyard for the right Sims.<br />
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Trinity reminded him of that one evening.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KT_Dalton/DaltonKT_10-24-09002.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KT_Dalton/DaltonKT_10-24-09002.png" yr="true" /></a></div>Smiling and trying not to sound too frazzled.<i> "Honey, we've got <a href="http://simmingtonhills.blogspot.com/2006/12/lars-larsson.html">Lars</a> here and he knows good people. Shoot, he's the one that built this house, he's perfect for the job."</i> Trinity said almost begging. <br />
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<i>"I did ask him, but it was during the football game on New Years. I don't think he wanted to talk about work, with Minena in town and all. He just kinda shushed me and shrugged it off. Not like him at all. He's always trying to make a few more bucks. After his lightning accident...I just didn't want to bring it up again. "</i> Keith shrugged. But Trinity gave him that crazy look of hers.<br />
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Keith got on the phone and called Lars to see if he'd be willing to help with the remodeling for an affordable fee. He wasn't expecting the guy to come over right then and there, but he did. Lars offered to start building the fireplace and finish taking up the floors and stripping the rest of the wallpaper, right away. Keith made it easy because he already had all the materials there.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KT_Dalton/DaltonKT_10-24-09008.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KT_Dalton/DaltonKT_10-24-09008.png" yr="true" /></a></div>Lars noticed those Sim City guys did an awful job marking and preparing the wall for the stone fireplace. He wondered how many simoleans Keith had lost on hiring them for this job. But, Lars was determined to work into the early morning hours until he finished it. No more disappointments for this family that he'd come to care about. <br />
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Trinity fried some catfish because Lars had worked up a hearty appetite. He'd complained a few times that he hadn't eaten anything before rushing over. She and Keith hadn't eaten either, after feeding the kids and putting them to bed.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KT_Dalton/DaltonKT_10-24-09012.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KT_Dalton/DaltonKT_10-24-09012.png" yr="true" /></a></div><i>"Thank you so much, Lars, for getting the fireplace done right away. I'm so happy this livingroom is finally starting to take shape!"</i> Trinity smiled.<br />
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<i>"I had a ball working on it, you're very welcome."</i> Lars was exhausted though, truthfully. This was his first remodel job since leaving the hospital, but he felt he owed Dr. Dalton for saving his life.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KT_Dalton/DaltonKT_10-25-09003.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KT_Dalton/DaltonKT_10-25-09003.png" yr="true" /></a></div><i>"Once I got the grout laid down and the pavers in place, it was like putting a puzzle together."</i> He chuckled.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KT_Dalton/DaltonKT_10-25-09004.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KT_Dalton/DaltonKT_10-25-09004.png" yr="true" /></a></div>He even tried to fix the broken trash compactor, but it was beyond his expertise. The good SimLord knows, he didn't want to get shocked again. He couldn't even think straight to finish the floors and wallpaper as he wanted to...it was way too late. Trinity noticed his hand shaking and told him to go on home. Almost dragging the floor, Lars left to go crash in his warm bed...leaving Trinity to call a repairman.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KT_Dalton/DaltonKT_10-25-09006.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KT_Dalton/DaltonKT_10-25-09006.png" yr="true" /></a></div>Ends up...the repairman couldn't fix it either. The compactor was far too gone. It was almost as old as the twins, so no one was surprised it had to be replaced.<br />
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***<br />
The next day all remodeling plans halted to a dead stop. Keith got a call from <a href="http://applevalleyblogs.blogspot.com/search/label/Dawson-Jolie">Jolie Dawson in Apple Valley</a> requesting that he design her living room and dining room in a cozy cottage chic style. She sent him pictures of her home and they passed fabrics back and forth, finally coming up with a design that Jolie loved. As they worked together on this project long distance, the thought came to mind that Jolie was really good at expressing ideas. She's full of creativity and hunts fabric swatches as often as she hunts new cookbook recipes. He was ecstatic that she accepted the position of Design Consultant for SimCity Furniture Online. Not only that, but she also offered to design his livingroom! Leaving him more time to deal with the constant rise of customers at the store.<br />
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He and Jolie felt they made a great team. It wasn't long before Keith had put the finishing touches on all the custom pieces. Jolie flew into Simmington Hills to meet him at SimCity Furniture Store and to fill out her employment records. She wanted to be at the Dalton home to help install the furniture and see Trinity's face, firsthand, at the reveal!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KT_Dalton/DaltonKT_10-25-09013.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/greeneyedsims/Family%20Albums/KT_Dalton/DaltonKT_10-25-09013.png" yr="true" /></a></div><i>"How are you, Mrs. Jolie, Madame?"</i> Keith put on his most chivalrous British accent. And they laughed together. <i>"Let's get out of this freezing weather. I'm about to become a popsicle out here!"</i> Jolie laughed as they went inside the store where Keith promptly gave her a tour.<br />
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<i>"So where is everything? I thought you were going to show me what you did?"</i> Jolie asked.<br />
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<i>"It's not here, it's in boxes at the house. Everything is completely ready for install this afternoon. I'll be sending Trinity and the kids away, so she won't see it until we're all finished."</i> Keith said excitedly.<br />
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<i>"Ohhh, you're not going to believe how I used them. You just wait and see."</i> Keith smiled.<br />
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The phone rang, so Keith had to get back to work. Jolie went back to the hotel to wait on his call. She would meet him at home to get to work.<br />
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<i>"Hello."</i><br />
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<i>"Oh hi, Keith, I'm so glad you picked up. I heard you were doing some remodeling?"</i><br />
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<i>"I've actually got it covered, Minena, but I certainly appreciate you calling. I thought you were changing career fields, though?"</i> Keith asked.<br />
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They chatted for awhile, then Keith hurried to open the store and start the day. He couldn't wait to get home to finally finish what he'd started. He left one of the sales girls in charge to run the store in his absence.<br />
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Trinity and the kids left to go to the movies at the library while Keith and Jolie worked. <br />
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<i>"Ta-daaaah!"</i> Keith shouted.<br />
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<i>"Mmm, you get this."</i> Trinity smooches her guy and whispers that there's more where that came from.<br />
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The kids played outside in the light snowfall, not particularly caring about all the fuss inside. They loved making forts out of those boxes. Now they knew they had to be on their best behavior and not mess up Mommy's new 'precious'. They weren't in a hurry to come in.<br />
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<i>"Ok, I've got 'er all set up, take a seat and I'll just snap your pic real quick."</i> Keith said, directing her to the hunter green Embassy Tile chair he made. He couldn't see how those tiles would be of any use, but the idea came to him at the last minute and Jolie adored it. He now calls it his 'boss chair'.<br />
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Trinity made her slow and tantalizing walk up the staircase...shedding her clothes as she went.<br />
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<i>"Shhh, did you hear that?"</i> Terris goes to the foot of the stairs.<br />
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<i>"Grrosss!"</i> <br />
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The twins burst into fits of "gew-gew" faces and noises; falling out in the floor.<br />
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<i>"You guys BETTER NOT BE TRACKING SNOW INTO MY NEW LIVINGROOM!"</i> <br />
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The kids run into the foyer to take off their wet shoes and coats and huddle there for few minutes before entering the house again.<br />
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<i>Whew! I finally finished this rotation. Sorry for the wait, if I've still got any readers out there. :P I've been really really busy.</i><br />
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<i>This couple Woohoo's twice a day, I swear! I can't keep them out of the bedroom. (At least they have the decency to go to the bedroom, right?)LOL! Trinity's a cougar, that's all I'm saying. She loves her some Keith. She really acted like getting this new room made her horny! I could barely get Jolie outta there, she was calling Keith to the bed. I had to have her come back downstairs and say goodbye to Jolie. That's the least she could do, right? Be courteous, Trinity, dag. Then Keith stares at her butt walking up the steps...*bleeping horny Sims* </i><br />
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<i>Now ya'll be sure and please check out the new </i><a href="http://www.freewebs.com/keithdalton/"><i>SimCity Furniture Online</i></a><i>. Many thanks to Starsim. *smooches, girl!* And also see the <a href="http://cameron-masters.magix.net/">How We Livin' Tour</a> for the KTDalton house.</i>Simmington Hillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11808871601727216147noreply@blogger.com8