tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76685404285820720142024-03-13T15:41:02.643-07:00Prosperity PinnacleElliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526486110769200701noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668540428582072014.post-56755601871432531292007-12-30T07:47:00.000-08:002007-12-31T09:35:23.650-08:00Week 3: Mitchell((Jenny speaking))<br /><br />Hello all, what took you so long? It's been a while! Last time you were here I was just a little girl. Well I still was at the beginning of the week. I made lots of friends with the neighbours' kids. It's a relatively small town so we pretty much all know each other.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBYbumFT35YSM4V60cXRkV9AabvMWxwcTQwaMMGJ7sHeNgLHViHek-mZ6kbcwIgJ1AbqkvN0ZtuJZUNPmszmgUBF7aooFP9zgq8fvsb-4Kx3OSVn-wLFaj0VLxf3JiXbDfVcBSJQYNlw/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBYbumFT35YSM4V60cXRkV9AabvMWxwcTQwaMMGJ7sHeNgLHViHek-mZ6kbcwIgJ1AbqkvN0ZtuJZUNPmszmgUBF7aooFP9zgq8fvsb-4Kx3OSVn-wLFaj0VLxf3JiXbDfVcBSJQYNlw/s400/Mitchell+3.2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149798386723277074" border="0" /></a><br />Daddy got the news on Monday that one of his good friends died and even left him some money. It made him said, I think, because he knew that he didn't have much time left himself. Besides, Samantha Stevenson was a nice lady.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2EYbM1YZB8oAyvR-emrZUTSs4DZLWQmvAkLfVgFwzaK5xCjAM2R2SnTrEQMdlnspF7Ulf2C9_5d88zDnMLyceq4sihXp5N1Upv-a0ltw69zVhuiDJhqcnqBYLN2-ORT0WWDGA-NN8Dg/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2EYbM1YZB8oAyvR-emrZUTSs4DZLWQmvAkLfVgFwzaK5xCjAM2R2SnTrEQMdlnspF7Ulf2C9_5d88zDnMLyceq4sihXp5N1Upv-a0ltw69zVhuiDJhqcnqBYLN2-ORT0WWDGA-NN8Dg/s400/Mitchell+3.1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149798940774058274" border="0" /></a><br />Her daughter-in-law is as well. She came over one day and played with my sister. Mom was so worried she'd make her puke that she burned the lobster she was cooking. She was practicing for the headmaster visit the next day. I guess it was better she burnt it that day than the next.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWVij3jndSZ1wXvqJ_3v7QahlvyAAZI1IKixwsWLwfK65X1g39EgkyG8dAJhLKZ3u8UkTomJLA-JoRGyPxR3PiJTCQe4x7pwZTIgo35AFGRBApzvkRvtj4UK9GNqDri0yfEgMKvB7GIA/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWVij3jndSZ1wXvqJ_3v7QahlvyAAZI1IKixwsWLwfK65X1g39EgkyG8dAJhLKZ3u8UkTomJLA-JoRGyPxR3PiJTCQe4x7pwZTIgo35AFGRBApzvkRvtj4UK9GNqDri0yfEgMKvB7GIA/s400/Mitchell+3.3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149799804062484786" border="0" /></a><br />But first it was time for my little brother to be born. Yeah, they finally had a boy. Daddy was <span style="font-style: italic;">thrilled</span>. He loves us girls as well, but I guess he's a bit conservative and wanted a boy to carry on the family name. I guess I'll have to find my own house now when I grow up. Oh, and his name is James, but we usually call him Jamie.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSp_B-cKxsu62AQ7olbyvR_1nWDiydPY_v1d0pKytYHD9tSUD6bCI4rEMvFlCf8fZyeSW3rkkf6D_iQI8SjfWhQk2tX5M4a_wkaTqroSqqoMQXnEgcursW1pZZSFQmHtWxFYpnlu1XwQ/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.6.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSp_B-cKxsu62AQ7olbyvR_1nWDiydPY_v1d0pKytYHD9tSUD6bCI4rEMvFlCf8fZyeSW3rkkf6D_iQI8SjfWhQk2tX5M4a_wkaTqroSqqoMQXnEgcursW1pZZSFQmHtWxFYpnlu1XwQ/s400/Mitchell+3.6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149799808357452098" border="0" /></a><br />Daddy taught me to study as well that day. He wanted me to be able to impress the headmaster when he came over.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8da15iScOpgCEz1DWBqFFjH_JdptR7aUMqIl7tSVRKqJq5HoCJrHNT6LC9IZWc3OHlIyt9Fk5IupmJwpqeCRRZK0Jtje7Hn2EZ1P_uEUbuzW9hdgofgC4wdLNOE_N0WLLij-lYOs3kQ/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.7.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8da15iScOpgCEz1DWBqFFjH_JdptR7aUMqIl7tSVRKqJq5HoCJrHNT6LC9IZWc3OHlIyt9Fk5IupmJwpqeCRRZK0Jtje7Hn2EZ1P_uEUbuzW9hdgofgC4wdLNOE_N0WLLij-lYOs3kQ/s400/Mitchell+3.7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149800564271696258" border="0" /></a><br />It worked, because I got an A+ the very next day. I was really happy, and so were my parents.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj36pn833deSe1uW4i_rakfzL9yCyQQYLnBvBCnlqdXVWr5GsMhmWZIYG5lXzOYqPdB2lOw1RBHj2IGQI9xwUKFNR1zCYeSzweY-nXdnwFfaVTkaiprbH7zhgwsNIom4Fqup7MpBktSQw/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.9.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj36pn833deSe1uW4i_rakfzL9yCyQQYLnBvBCnlqdXVWr5GsMhmWZIYG5lXzOYqPdB2lOw1RBHj2IGQI9xwUKFNR1zCYeSzweY-nXdnwFfaVTkaiprbH7zhgwsNIom4Fqup7MpBktSQw/s400/Mitchell+3.9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149799816947386738" border="0" /></a><br />Mom did well at work too. She got promoted to a top secret researcher. I'm not quite sure what she did, but she was working on some kind of government project. It was definitely impressive enough for the headmaster.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpgc7oZaGckTgnUUPorJXERa3b_wcasasEB-1nTdxOU3CMTT3F-9JfDMmrDZQjclYbDFTTfcDuGtM9EouYpdQ1Vt4bswpLKzaIsPtsYH1gPNwxwEAUpLOvWwgNDQXTVATA7liTk6MKXA/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.8.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpgc7oZaGckTgnUUPorJXERa3b_wcasasEB-1nTdxOU3CMTT3F-9JfDMmrDZQjclYbDFTTfcDuGtM9EouYpdQ1Vt4bswpLKzaIsPtsYH1gPNwxwEAUpLOvWwgNDQXTVATA7liTk6MKXA/s400/Mitchell+3.8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149799812652419426" border="0" /></a><br />This time she didn't burn the lobster, so the food was impressive too. She was kind of miffed because the friend she brought home from work was stealing her limelight though. She'd gone through so much trouble to make everything perfect.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpPozfoAIOeK0jbFGq27I_r-hVpkKDeaNwCKkRoq6rjbc-sre7cizhFV9p15vBYxq74vIhXxMUSaEYHaCiHPyI8nSr8hx8JdGL3kQVybJd9bx46V9bq3VOpZpjlbHjAsLGKbJ6EoHnEg/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.10.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpPozfoAIOeK0jbFGq27I_r-hVpkKDeaNwCKkRoq6rjbc-sre7cizhFV9p15vBYxq74vIhXxMUSaEYHaCiHPyI8nSr8hx8JdGL3kQVybJd9bx46V9bq3VOpZpjlbHjAsLGKbJ6EoHnEg/s400/Mitchell+3.10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149800568566663570" border="0" /></a><br />Justice grew up that day too. We didn't even have time to throw her a party since the headmaster's visit was that day. So I guess the only people around were him and the family. At least she grew up in time to make it into private school right away as well.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBlMnKctB78ORtGObUky8jnZYTguzRXmSrSpkcKvzpJFIOkAf9h7r4Wb6oyzGRKJJUxIEXXSbVP57PGetMuKqMNFg6R8Xjip8PwWH25p-0s1WT9EzYN0no-eg7XQe1WY8mFp475DFkJg/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.11.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBlMnKctB78ORtGObUky8jnZYTguzRXmSrSpkcKvzpJFIOkAf9h7r4Wb6oyzGRKJJUxIEXXSbVP57PGetMuKqMNFg6R8Xjip8PwWH25p-0s1WT9EzYN0no-eg7XQe1WY8mFp475DFkJg/s400/Mitchell+3.11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149800568566663586" border="0" /></a><br />How could we not get accepted with all the trouble my parents went through to make sure everything was perfect. And thankfully the ghosts didn't show up that night and scare anybody.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs5Tmc4w7fTk00d3-uTN8Q8zN3MlgQb74Bs-qUlVugyCAn8UJOn3yClikavgL-S55nFDGjKhn1bjQG8PLj7aXa7RNtCvtSQdLadfIVrYBBok6BErMEG_UYr8bF57C-oLQ-hr-aHn3GEg/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.12.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs5Tmc4w7fTk00d3-uTN8Q8zN3MlgQb74Bs-qUlVugyCAn8UJOn3yClikavgL-S55nFDGjKhn1bjQG8PLj7aXa7RNtCvtSQdLadfIVrYBBok6BErMEG_UYr8bF57C-oLQ-hr-aHn3GEg/s400/Mitchell+3.12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149800572861630898" border="0" /></a><br />Mom got promoted to theorist the very next day. I guess that government project didn't take too long to finish.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT_1dxudm4UZqclk2GTUB47l9UY9EnBxnqBx-KFe4STgvk5j1AcO8gGg6zZhzTsf_VErvGjBrFxJNVgOOjBLgJwXHH9Exi-z-Z6xtNaUR5Ehs698RCM0ip7-ps_EuwZdMHB0xBC_VnPA/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.13.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT_1dxudm4UZqclk2GTUB47l9UY9EnBxnqBx-KFe4STgvk5j1AcO8gGg6zZhzTsf_VErvGjBrFxJNVgOOjBLgJwXHH9Exi-z-Z6xtNaUR5Ehs698RCM0ip7-ps_EuwZdMHB0xBC_VnPA/s400/Mitchell+3.13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149802819129526722" border="0" /></a><br />She bought herself this neat spinning orb to practice her body skill on. Works fine for her, but one of the neighbours really overdid it when she tried it out. I guess you should ask for instructions before you do something like that. I did just fine with it when I was old enough to use it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9k6oUWmNWP95CAm1ttLYrB79LpIq_R_xxspf4rBAxq2VIfx9V8jH_7RSDQTs4Ng6nz9uVXo7M8QeMtiSBIQbFUVHo6d2tOPiN60PIomAPPT92W7hMovOv1H2sPmj8Gce9rYbB8a5pqQ/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.14.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9k6oUWmNWP95CAm1ttLYrB79LpIq_R_xxspf4rBAxq2VIfx9V8jH_7RSDQTs4Ng6nz9uVXo7M8QeMtiSBIQbFUVHo6d2tOPiN60PIomAPPT92W7hMovOv1H2sPmj8Gce9rYbB8a5pqQ/s400/Mitchell+3.14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149803626583378386" border="0" /></a><br />Daddy always made sure we did our homework right after school before we got to play. I didn't like it much, but I guess that got it over with and I didn't have to worry about it the next morning.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0gucORjajhdmEmNuN9X8XGLWQyIWnVnq2XvOjlzZis0V3gX4og7PwBEUWy0YER2BzTSZSFgRiPUE7od4rBUiiVtVoQp_UXgmUOhVKXLAqyvCZdbR1XwfFSrdEhZATlQZdVoE7wmUtNw/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.15.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0gucORjajhdmEmNuN9X8XGLWQyIWnVnq2XvOjlzZis0V3gX4og7PwBEUWy0YER2BzTSZSFgRiPUE7od4rBUiiVtVoQp_UXgmUOhVKXLAqyvCZdbR1XwfFSrdEhZATlQZdVoE7wmUtNw/s400/Mitchell+3.15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149803630878345698" border="0" /></a><br />About mid-week my little brother became a toddler. We at least got him a cake this time. Though Justice got scared by the ghosts at the party. At least she didn't wet herself though.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjANc1uW2a01YGNoNis9W53btg61uy1hxNkwarO9Jh-4g-xl8odjXRxx4f_PphwWkY_QEQUsymX7vK_YZ9Vpzjy_QmgRdjmu1EIVBSii6AUBRNxUclbcsBCBsq3ZBFERGX082nH9AMlqQ/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.16.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjANc1uW2a01YGNoNis9W53btg61uy1hxNkwarO9Jh-4g-xl8odjXRxx4f_PphwWkY_QEQUsymX7vK_YZ9Vpzjy_QmgRdjmu1EIVBSii6AUBRNxUclbcsBCBsq3ZBFERGX082nH9AMlqQ/s400/Mitchell+3.16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149803630878345714" border="0" /></a><br />Jamie's pretty cute as far as little brothers go. He looks a lot like me and my sister as well. I guess we've got a strong family resemblance going on.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcXrjSFxWPXiKVrAuSAGfnmtfZX00WgfT2UmQjNZ1-peeNFTDhRVXy7a36UlJFoYoez8OYHeJhHHEzp_FYp0Kjb-G472ctmArUthMCOlOMOS6w_5xlsFa-mHmVIPLk_W0VOGkPvdvPlQ/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.17.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcXrjSFxWPXiKVrAuSAGfnmtfZX00WgfT2UmQjNZ1-peeNFTDhRVXy7a36UlJFoYoez8OYHeJhHHEzp_FYp0Kjb-G472ctmArUthMCOlOMOS6w_5xlsFa-mHmVIPLk_W0VOGkPvdvPlQ/s400/Mitchell+3.17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149803635173313026" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">James Mitchell: </span>Aries; 6 neat, 9 outgoing, 8 active, 3 serious, 7 nice<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><br />He's not a lot of fun to play with yet, but me and Justice decided to give it a go. I think he was more interested in the bunny than in us though. Ah well, they get older, right?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQBhLJRCBJI3PAPgbkYDMV6pA5Mhq3B_iD9FkOxeurHwoizoMH-tuKlZPeQzywggrxsnvy6wuuLxRc-zEO00SszjLxeUGr8uYOUh7F3a6jLjSlrV1MH72GTlRSvZhGnB3hFNsWoKjTOQ/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.18.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQBhLJRCBJI3PAPgbkYDMV6pA5Mhq3B_iD9FkOxeurHwoizoMH-tuKlZPeQzywggrxsnvy6wuuLxRc-zEO00SszjLxeUGr8uYOUh7F3a6jLjSlrV1MH72GTlRSvZhGnB3hFNsWoKjTOQ/s400/Mitchell+3.18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149803639468280338" border="0" /></a><br />Daddy did most of the toddler training, since he's a stay at home dad. It's a bit unusual, I guess, but he says he enjoys getting to spend so much time with us kids.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcYzDGap190Uq30Txf54yMDvc_Cs8IToUQfZc9VV1h_o2HQEd4xOVBgT9d5RfU92kqBPvlwGC-ZY1XYuQvQcvcN5IUW7eSfojgNjSZIvl6QiI4pKABgUNJFrcCXgQFHGBhyphenhyphenpMnv4A9fQ/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.25.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcYzDGap190Uq30Txf54yMDvc_Cs8IToUQfZc9VV1h_o2HQEd4xOVBgT9d5RfU92kqBPvlwGC-ZY1XYuQvQcvcN5IUW7eSfojgNjSZIvl6QiI4pKABgUNJFrcCXgQFHGBhyphenhyphenpMnv4A9fQ/s400/Mitchell+3.25.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149827768594549314" border="0" /></a><br />Mom went back to work in the meanwhile. She made a really good decision at work and earned loads of money. Go mom! She also got a promotion and reached the top position in the science career. She has to go to work in the middle of the night though to do who knows what kind of experiments. It's kind of creepy. It made her really happy though, so I guess it's good.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC2W6TqevXh262U5kGNcj8YlF0rBSAtIK3cGFeq0z6QFdV5-zNV6Pet7Er2OyVCyg820TOPaE5TIop7rC-Jx9ubzm3eatwGMzFEWmLXawXnw4GivZiLv2y9o-oajlIHvohXgmTsVfkpQ/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.22.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC2W6TqevXh262U5kGNcj8YlF0rBSAtIK3cGFeq0z6QFdV5-zNV6Pet7Er2OyVCyg820TOPaE5TIop7rC-Jx9ubzm3eatwGMzFEWmLXawXnw4GivZiLv2y9o-oajlIHvohXgmTsVfkpQ/s400/Mitchell+3.22.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149827760004614690" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiChnhv4vRoo1r1XT3PoBpyVLdGyNxPWrhdgzArec-oNX5-3vkBuzt3hdjGNcBH7QID0UWWmSMsj1ipVKCWS9Bi5b41B_QYVQrzw2aLR24Ky-9Ntw0eSGunXGUT7gR6dekMi-5Mv4UUuA/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.23.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiChnhv4vRoo1r1XT3PoBpyVLdGyNxPWrhdgzArec-oNX5-3vkBuzt3hdjGNcBH7QID0UWWmSMsj1ipVKCWS9Bi5b41B_QYVQrzw2aLR24Ky-9Ntw0eSGunXGUT7gR6dekMi-5Mv4UUuA/s400/Mitchell+3.23.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149827764299582002" border="0" /></a><br />She didn't work much though before she found out that she was pregnant again. Now that was a surprise! I guess her and dad celebrated her promotion a bit too much. I think she wasn't too sad about it, but kind of worried that dad wouldn't live long enough to see the new baby. ((mutters at risky woohoo and dream dates. There goes population control again.))<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXAE-ggdMRR0oF1Qahk-KSJzCNhY-VzKtXI7eL5CVwh4jINMuLUqV331D_D5ixSqzEedUMoiEbDdtjKSvD-_uRQPgiNy3I_90r0_0UD-9CLbS2fTBqZtYn1Qv9WJg4v3ncWw4nEUcHIA/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.24.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXAE-ggdMRR0oF1Qahk-KSJzCNhY-VzKtXI7eL5CVwh4jINMuLUqV331D_D5ixSqzEedUMoiEbDdtjKSvD-_uRQPgiNy3I_90r0_0UD-9CLbS2fTBqZtYn1Qv9WJg4v3ncWw4nEUcHIA/s400/Mitchell+3.24.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149827777184483922" border="0" /></a><br />I did really good at school despite of it. I even taught some of my classmates how to cook. I can't believe that they didn't even know how to make cookies!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5XGr1i-EZHQiXjpJv5dTTld1YYucp-juGQsCN5pG59L_8697VYic85yadjf2dewu8imWQDOV4nFYbDtwyZi0vh8UE5VAf7rubm-D_kLICLUlm02fe-Wn5QEN-16EvCMVMXZivGqy8UQ/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.26.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5XGr1i-EZHQiXjpJv5dTTld1YYucp-juGQsCN5pG59L_8697VYic85yadjf2dewu8imWQDOV4nFYbDtwyZi0vh8UE5VAf7rubm-D_kLICLUlm02fe-Wn5QEN-16EvCMVMXZivGqy8UQ/s400/Mitchell+3.26.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149829860243622498" border="0" /></a><br />Justice did great as well. She brought home her first A+ and was really happy about it. I guess she couldn't let me get better grades than her.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB4ODiShavEseOMRikioVXn71L7gsX7v3fGNDH8bRt1_3lLc4HPSniefUx0Dh2d8rHu42CwI3OW-GjulZW_VPWudBSmux6-rN2srK-p4NFENR938meF60sC6VCnVAXQdCJxqXKeZHaoQ/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.27.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB4ODiShavEseOMRikioVXn71L7gsX7v3fGNDH8bRt1_3lLc4HPSniefUx0Dh2d8rHu42CwI3OW-GjulZW_VPWudBSmux6-rN2srK-p4NFENR938meF60sC6VCnVAXQdCJxqXKeZHaoQ/s400/Mitchell+3.27.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149829864538589810" border="0" /></a><br />Daddy's friend Cathleen came over again and she got scared by Sarah's dad. The ghosts have been haunting a lot lately, but they've never bothered me before. Thankfully, because I don't think I'd liek that at all.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAFVxq51_zd-fHXA59ZECJ47KfZTX9sLV-06rimT-_I5EtU828qAdk8r5KZXCCkUK8diP1s_bQSEUYqO9Hy98acmsUxfYeW-ngAsUA4hyj_CC2Ohxyr68ep-Au7wzyzhnXpCVmpzqjCA/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.28.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAFVxq51_zd-fHXA59ZECJ47KfZTX9sLV-06rimT-_I5EtU828qAdk8r5KZXCCkUK8diP1s_bQSEUYqO9Hy98acmsUxfYeW-ngAsUA4hyj_CC2Ohxyr68ep-Au7wzyzhnXpCVmpzqjCA/s400/Mitchell+3.28.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149829868833557122" border="0" /></a><br />After that it was finally time for me to become a teenager. I was so happy. I'm officially allowed to date now! And it means that college isn't far off anymore and then I'll be a real grownup! We threw a party, and a lot of my friends from the neighbourhood came, as well as Sarah and her fiancé.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFvOg8RW1HiU8emUonXl8YK4ZSqO7arv77xHvhZPKmbzRiEyKR0l943LpD9R_mUu-DFWzmXTUs2AuV9Nzt7sF06vKJK8pwhTtKs6kukMyTbYgDJ16oeAtmLp3zUWIqSeNC2tiIshBZlQ/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.30.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFvOg8RW1HiU8emUonXl8YK4ZSqO7arv77xHvhZPKmbzRiEyKR0l943LpD9R_mUu-DFWzmXTUs2AuV9Nzt7sF06vKJK8pwhTtKs6kukMyTbYgDJ16oeAtmLp3zUWIqSeNC2tiIshBZlQ/s400/Mitchell+3.30.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149829868833557154" border="0" /></a><br />Ain't I pretty? I look a lot like my aunt Sarah. Well, I call her my aunt even though technically I'm the aunt. But she's older than me by a lot, so... In any case we had a great party. And now I want to get a job because I want to start making money like my mom!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG-Qyp-T3SqiImYlCbsK2zZJrCVV2Wm6uED-N24ihRbFvJugEplxzxzwDrcfhUq6qetHBHh4AIrd5xLWlYehUVIC1Y96Mf_wgnaH_Lb-UBcM6xB1rEE3qGPvLoqDYgP6yq3BZYkGyjgw/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.31.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG-Qyp-T3SqiImYlCbsK2zZJrCVV2Wm6uED-N24ihRbFvJugEplxzxzwDrcfhUq6qetHBHh4AIrd5xLWlYehUVIC1Y96Mf_wgnaH_Lb-UBcM6xB1rEE3qGPvLoqDYgP6yq3BZYkGyjgw/s400/Mitchell+3.31.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149860895677303634" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jenny Mitchell: </span>Fortune, with a LTW to become Chief of Staff<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Aries: 6 neat, 9 outgoing, 8 active, 3 serious, 7 nice<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Sadly enough, the first money I made was from something entirely different. You see, daddy died the day after I grew up. At least he got to be at the party, I guess. Mom says he got a party all of his own though, with hula girls and everything.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrZiZZkgkmOtDNKdSzpV2UYIRTUkpyElGFy3ah7P8DvNLIy9mL9l6QZNUoFeCk_GMaizda6B5QLya8v8PPTPn-80493JGALkamPqcmXh6pEF-BMQwDnyf2vjMDelt0_hncwfyq7C-dXA/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.33.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrZiZZkgkmOtDNKdSzpV2UYIRTUkpyElGFy3ah7P8DvNLIy9mL9l6QZNUoFeCk_GMaizda6B5QLya8v8PPTPn-80493JGALkamPqcmXh6pEF-BMQwDnyf2vjMDelt0_hncwfyq7C-dXA/s400/Mitchell+3.33.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149833815908502194" border="0" /></a><br />He had a good life insurance and left us enough money to easily get by. Obviously he left most of it to my little brother, who's going to inherit the house one day. He's a bit young to be an heir though.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNMe26r2zFWmSSbbwHGOpjnMKkaao4oNExb14iZYY_OzWA64f7uWhhbcqZpBxUAj7xjxdz0MzlWaCkv36ceYqCfenGBj3eurMDUmBOBixD0VI9-gojwmS5YQYEYgVBkWYQGnej8v3k2A/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.35.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNMe26r2zFWmSSbbwHGOpjnMKkaao4oNExb14iZYY_OzWA64f7uWhhbcqZpBxUAj7xjxdz0MzlWaCkv36ceYqCfenGBj3eurMDUmBOBixD0VI9-gojwmS5YQYEYgVBkWYQGnej8v3k2A/s400/Mitchell+3.35.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149833824498436802" border="0" /></a><br />Mom was really devastated. She cried a lot. I guess the death didn't mix with the pregnancy hormones well.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRRNuNKlUgu1db1lsMzxmlmjdDDavL5KPLGwrgPYZEw10pditIkl7eplY9OMNIX54bV8DySqkywO4IRPfxVfSgU-wjo0rtOw8ZMKhRpcL3rjTOZOeoVLfTU9vGJ0dsN3eyX65dxSETzQ/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.36.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRRNuNKlUgu1db1lsMzxmlmjdDDavL5KPLGwrgPYZEw10pditIkl7eplY9OMNIX54bV8DySqkywO4IRPfxVfSgU-wjo0rtOw8ZMKhRpcL3rjTOZOeoVLfTU9vGJ0dsN3eyX65dxSETzQ/s400/Mitchell+3.36.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149833824498436818" border="0" /></a><br />She spent a lot of time cuddling my little brother for comfort. I guess us older ones are a bit too old for that. Though she did get a bit clingy with us as well.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuHpiFLImJFhBJXyobkQV-DLFVyhZ1CZLgv8Ov2IHBT0rQYxXNSd6Zguj3yQkbVDOuflL6yvuvmkseh7YW7ZXXhRhYHnm2po3Ybg7UrZwojosUtl3vlBfM9IqL93U6QbD0TZLUBWJa1A/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.37.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuHpiFLImJFhBJXyobkQV-DLFVyhZ1CZLgv8Ov2IHBT0rQYxXNSd6Zguj3yQkbVDOuflL6yvuvmkseh7YW7ZXXhRhYHnm2po3Ybg7UrZwojosUtl3vlBfM9IqL93U6QbD0TZLUBWJa1A/s400/Mitchell+3.37.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149833828793404130" border="0" /></a><br />Then it was time for my other little brother to be born. She named him Joshua. Or Josh for short. I got to watch her give birth this time, since nobody else was there to help. Not that I did much. He's kind of cute I guess. Looks a lot like the rest of us.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz_TUGli7b8pKnV03DoGBf9Lt08Nvb045c4dM0ORrxcMWgbl8fDPBVd8rRNL3vwovwR9af4LHSi2QUR-A29OXzTKIt5YLWvDRKeyQvYG-NP_E3xZVIWDRhzxhNkAJVdP6kwLyEpqNTVg/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.39.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz_TUGli7b8pKnV03DoGBf9Lt08Nvb045c4dM0ORrxcMWgbl8fDPBVd8rRNL3vwovwR9af4LHSi2QUR-A29OXzTKIt5YLWvDRKeyQvYG-NP_E3xZVIWDRhzxhNkAJVdP6kwLyEpqNTVg/s400/Mitchell+3.39.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149833828793404146" border="0" /></a><br />I got roped into helping out with him once in a while when mom was at work. Since she's away at night it works quite well without us having to hire a nanny. He's a good baby and doesn't cry a lot unless he's hungry or has a dirty diaper.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJEce0Rm8ScDF5jFnldk5Ny7JDByapmEeoGe8tPygcw8ZVlnomH4HQzepI8FjjQYtyTDEHYfaJ712t3CMBSAvktR4x3YCyiXv5ooyUEqg5KoD2lfbxpb5bSDxC79faXb0e2F5q_DkKAA/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.40.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJEce0Rm8ScDF5jFnldk5Ny7JDByapmEeoGe8tPygcw8ZVlnomH4HQzepI8FjjQYtyTDEHYfaJ712t3CMBSAvktR4x3YCyiXv5ooyUEqg5KoD2lfbxpb5bSDxC79faXb0e2F5q_DkKAA/s400/Mitchell+3.40.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149835572550126338" border="0" /></a><br />At least I only have to babysit for one baby now. Jamie grew up into a child over the weekend. Since it was so soon after dad's death we didn't think a big party was in order. Instead, we just bought him a cake and celebrated on our own.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV7JW_MjnUYOg8he_YVSXJIvoa3rTytliM8TJZbIg0TpuhWCxem2UCl0oSpiDfrOxjNXpc4vu9nE6lWO0tcqS0f1nnXpi7-wRXwVbogeRPpacU9efswXHMB10FOzJBOOmsdR8YGNxMLA/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.41.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV7JW_MjnUYOg8he_YVSXJIvoa3rTytliM8TJZbIg0TpuhWCxem2UCl0oSpiDfrOxjNXpc4vu9nE6lWO0tcqS0f1nnXpi7-wRXwVbogeRPpacU9efswXHMB10FOzJBOOmsdR8YGNxMLA/s400/Mitchell+3.41.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149835576845093650" border="0" /></a><br />He's just as cute as a kid as he was when he was smaller. He's a typical boy though. He likes playing outside and toy trucks and that kind of thing. He's even got camouflage pijamas.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioD3WJc3ANDeh2NwAaJI7dOhYf8LhGLyY2rEl6F6_w25iimSIhNeOaV7PNbHbFCTPwlj7ZTanGHP7Glq4nKiNzRdfY9IBGgpFtMHGHXNzzHmF0qwpyQHgja0f5xl8QWzlJYAj8mVjOMA/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.42.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioD3WJc3ANDeh2NwAaJI7dOhYf8LhGLyY2rEl6F6_w25iimSIhNeOaV7PNbHbFCTPwlj7ZTanGHP7Glq4nKiNzRdfY9IBGgpFtMHGHXNzzHmF0qwpyQHgja0f5xl8QWzlJYAj8mVjOMA/s400/Mitchell+3.42.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149835581140060962" border="0" /></a><br />Since I was so good at cooking as a kid, I decided to get a job at a drive-through. Wasn't exactly my cup of tea though. The customers are rude, the hours are long and the pay is bad. I'll probably find some other career after I graduate college. I sure did show that Dudley Landgrabb kid though. Spoilt brat!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8l00G_EOR6A1ZdBp1UNSmECKRVYWjkEGN17UHWr_xIaCZOrhrztO0M1KeN2MLLR9ztXM09rkAIqK1nooaMiUH6S9odsLeoRqOuxEs-SD1TQgKAVdBXiRlixA83PB9a_AK8ED_8ERc4Q/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.43.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8l00G_EOR6A1ZdBp1UNSmECKRVYWjkEGN17UHWr_xIaCZOrhrztO0M1KeN2MLLR9ztXM09rkAIqK1nooaMiUH6S9odsLeoRqOuxEs-SD1TQgKAVdBXiRlixA83PB9a_AK8ED_8ERc4Q/s400/Mitchell+3.43.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149835585435028274" border="0" /></a><br />I also got myself a boyfriend. Jazz is about my age, so I'm hoping we'll be able to stay together for a long time. He's interested in money as well!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Wasn't he dating Katelyn McMillan though?<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span>Nah, she's off to college now, so they broke up. Don't worry about it.<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrPpyUS6Nwd6Q-PzKkqMmrqFkgbZHtwQagZ2IIBouXYfwMewr1SvsLezW1lhyphenhyphenWMWxY-UsH7NZv_bpAwAl6Q4oRhGdmpPVjrELlUOWUJu4YEz9hz84VLTzYEjIMnmupjzAw8_BOkWE5BQ/s1600-h/Mitchell+3.44.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrPpyUS6Nwd6Q-PzKkqMmrqFkgbZHtwQagZ2IIBouXYfwMewr1SvsLezW1lhyphenhyphenWMWxY-UsH7NZv_bpAwAl6Q4oRhGdmpPVjrELlUOWUJu4YEz9hz84VLTzYEjIMnmupjzAw8_BOkWE5BQ/s400/Mitchell+3.44.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149835589729995586" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">End of round accomplishments:</span><br />- James and Joshua Mitchell were born (yay, boys!)<br />- Julie reached the top of the science career<br />- The girls got into private school<br />- Andrew died in platinum, at top influence<br />- Jenny became a teenager, Justice and James grew to children<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Points this round:<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">- 2 for two new sims: James and Joshua<br />- 1 for Julie's TOC science<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">((*sighs at the fact that all the kids are personality clones of each other*. And possibly clones looks wise as well. I need to roll the dice in CAS more often :p))</span><br /></span></div></div>Elliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526486110769200701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668540428582072014.post-78212103671503859192007-12-30T06:39:00.000-08:002007-12-30T07:41:23.139-08:00Week 3: McMillan((Siobhan speaking))<br /><br />Oh wait, you're already here? Shoo for a minute, will you? We need some space in here!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiU8JWjc9wx33_xNJMSK7ed57XHF2zrjhdLqdp3dpr5v-7fn916nmec9h7ZUk0Qv1AMsa7xxvqF0HsTAudozAFYf-_u_Q6PsrUFQfl2PHr87dY5W857gS0y04GJrC3qsJzYnwO5MsW7g/s1600-h/McMillan+3.1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiU8JWjc9wx33_xNJMSK7ed57XHF2zrjhdLqdp3dpr5v-7fn916nmec9h7ZUk0Qv1AMsa7xxvqF0HsTAudozAFYf-_u_Q6PsrUFQfl2PHr87dY5W857gS0y04GJrC3qsJzYnwO5MsW7g/s400/McMillan+3.1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149776022828566354" border="0" /></a><br />Okay, so now that he's gone I guess I have some time to chat before I can invite the next man over. They don't answer calls in the middle of the night, not even if they're booty calls from me. As you see, I've been doing quite well in the romance department. That good looking young man whose name I can't seem to remember wasn't the only one. The kids are so used to it by now that they barely notice anymore.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2RBdHM3zMVV5xkDThENYkXnKlSOg7VTQevSCMyhDxWfFEpPc3QKDqmCeqjqbbClQnMmXQOq913NzIIx4YH41S2Q3mkwuKK8DPNyeq5u5RyoBvqLJj8DyOtv7pZdKGszSzaLR51HHl4A/s1600-h/McMillan+3.3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2RBdHM3zMVV5xkDThENYkXnKlSOg7VTQevSCMyhDxWfFEpPc3QKDqmCeqjqbbClQnMmXQOq913NzIIx4YH41S2Q3mkwuKK8DPNyeq5u5RyoBvqLJj8DyOtv7pZdKGszSzaLR51HHl4A/s400/McMillan+3.3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149778698593191778" border="0" /></a><br />Of course, they've been having fun as well. I'm probably the only parent in this town that lets them have parties whenever they want. The house has become a popular hangout for the neighbourhood teens.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5U7hSnmL550DAtEl-_oL9UHcElr8l1xVaTsDqbh2U0FdBeclq_2Z6PjMvodMXNLqcm7P9hNcxa6iJnG-k0rtmF2N6obplsh_7faTjag4AoSXrPo2KbSJYTP41_jI-bV3e7SzFrRvkWw/s1600-h/McMillan+3.4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5U7hSnmL550DAtEl-_oL9UHcElr8l1xVaTsDqbh2U0FdBeclq_2Z6PjMvodMXNLqcm7P9hNcxa6iJnG-k0rtmF2N6obplsh_7faTjag4AoSXrPo2KbSJYTP41_jI-bV3e7SzFrRvkWw/s400/McMillan+3.4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149778702888159090" border="0" /></a><br />Sometimes it got a bit out of hand though. This one time when the girls were having their friends over, Katelyn nearly fell asleep at the table. She's lucky she didn't get a face full of hamburger.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBGoqZLuySCdHXXjIPZJ7lMkpvDmRuaodkedAwvo9-2JSYS9MMQYDggmdLOXOobtl2q6n19ebZL7CjqVEKJSZbVrqeAEh0IhEr8QdTnzMTc0MUDeTOpFQyuX2EUca0i1Ciw-8AXi9oeA/s1600-h/McMillan+3.10.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBGoqZLuySCdHXXjIPZJ7lMkpvDmRuaodkedAwvo9-2JSYS9MMQYDggmdLOXOobtl2q6n19ebZL7CjqVEKJSZbVrqeAEh0IhEr8QdTnzMTc0MUDeTOpFQyuX2EUca0i1Ciw-8AXi9oeA/s400/McMillan+3.10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149780841781872594" border="0" /></a><br />They ended up making it a sleepover party and everyone went to bed sometime near 2am. I had to give up my own bed so that everyone could have some rest. I didn't mind though. I was probably on a date anyway, and if worse comes to worse, there's always the energizer.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuYTxh3ebo9JwVNDLeQojJwIoECBXiU-WiXva0RCe-hpJxpe5G9gwmUi3NPYAUAnToze1I6da4NRaDtUcVCstU4GDHSZn2qEZLiu1k0wnwXOzX-Rd1FkrUd9fSRwAipvkSZPnyzDKfrQ/s1600-h/McMillan+3.12.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuYTxh3ebo9JwVNDLeQojJwIoECBXiU-WiXva0RCe-hpJxpe5G9gwmUi3NPYAUAnToze1I6da4NRaDtUcVCstU4GDHSZn2qEZLiu1k0wnwXOzX-Rd1FkrUd9fSRwAipvkSZPnyzDKfrQ/s400/McMillan+3.12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149781507501803538" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkL9cbLuGox0LuxxvoKVPPVK2r128ThCN6q8Pe3niZ5yOSy89hXk0q4kfA0nrNukt_aajAZ5O4dKGrUYcsCI9L2GSxhyphenhyphenwCUMmdLR_sD7njWR1pKJfHpSGy-F0VbV2jjRSP7w9oNy7rLQ/s1600-h/McMillan+3.14.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkL9cbLuGox0LuxxvoKVPPVK2r128ThCN6q8Pe3niZ5yOSy89hXk0q4kfA0nrNukt_aajAZ5O4dKGrUYcsCI9L2GSxhyphenhyphenwCUMmdLR_sD7njWR1pKJfHpSGy-F0VbV2jjRSP7w9oNy7rLQ/s400/McMillan+3.14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149780846076839938" border="0" /></a><br />Keira's the most rebellious one. She snuck out with her friend Jazz foster the other day. She thought I didn't notice, but I did. As I don't get the police in the house telling me to be a more responsible guardian, I can deal with that. And she makes sure not to get caught.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_pbuFJ5DjOyeUz6oD6ISla5y4hv5mNYF54xjcP32T97FN-oCgC1XNbmyXrdyIN6HHPVoQhYJFsYgyLyt_g59QMrtO7Xfgvu-spA_IVAohYXWPEJxlRGbTrFA3DKkolfrFJ1kA3vcFVw/s1600-h/McMillan+3.5.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_pbuFJ5DjOyeUz6oD6ISla5y4hv5mNYF54xjcP32T97FN-oCgC1XNbmyXrdyIN6HHPVoQhYJFsYgyLyt_g59QMrtO7Xfgvu-spA_IVAohYXWPEJxlRGbTrFA3DKkolfrFJ1kA3vcFVw/s400/McMillan+3.5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149779755155146626" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ea-mfI9bCtJh7EuzCjx1uoiKby3svybcNx6e6UC0isLAqL1O3cifu-9I2W1D_IRaD8w4gHguoYP0bnehvmy3bWb7UpZ2W2wyTgMnNCPkcBA6gZdaiiPmAbzMzRhPs_xbH32aZlePTQ/s1600-h/McMillan+3.6.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ea-mfI9bCtJh7EuzCjx1uoiKby3svybcNx6e6UC0isLAqL1O3cifu-9I2W1D_IRaD8w4gHguoYP0bnehvmy3bWb7UpZ2W2wyTgMnNCPkcBA6gZdaiiPmAbzMzRhPs_xbH32aZlePTQ/s400/McMillan+3.6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149779755155146642" border="0" /></a><br />Not everyone is so accepting of my dating as my grandchildren are. Sarah Mitchell was plenty upset to see me "cheating" on her grandfather. I think she missed the memo that we were never serious in the first place. Not to mention I've left my hands off him for a while now. He's got enough going on with his kids at home, and I'm not a homewrecker, whatever people may say.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-9XG6PK0h-iRBouujRZnDl0o6qn7BRykbLHs3rFxfULXUBHCohWqgrySYFfEnBpQoZNRnC5aoRXwe_EzKcHw4C2LjgSt7_K9xZBuyL4OesXTR_q5MuyzC2HvZMxs-i5YyZyfPpB2ASw/s1600-h/McMillan+3.8.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-9XG6PK0h-iRBouujRZnDl0o6qn7BRykbLHs3rFxfULXUBHCohWqgrySYFfEnBpQoZNRnC5aoRXwe_EzKcHw4C2LjgSt7_K9xZBuyL4OesXTR_q5MuyzC2HvZMxs-i5YyZyfPpB2ASw/s400/McMillan+3.8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149779763745081250" border="0" /></a><br />And I'm not exactly sure how Darren Foster is going to explain to his daughter why he's leaving expensive presents at my doorstep. I hope he'll find a good excuse though. I can see why his wife wanted so many of his babies, he knows how to have a fun time *wiggles eyebrows*.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitzInG566DsfF041KpLjZYjV0Kue1F2gvLFJnr2gC5wXGomgp46YBHWMHCTB2icUaPPGdtekdmyyVCsIcQNI1PC91eVXamSc3P4URPVx_Dn2o_9xXgn1guQMJXqgMlDnQ-aflqxOI_dQ/s1600-h/McMillan+3.11.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitzInG566DsfF041KpLjZYjV0Kue1F2gvLFJnr2gC5wXGomgp46YBHWMHCTB2icUaPPGdtekdmyyVCsIcQNI1PC91eVXamSc3P4URPVx_Dn2o_9xXgn1guQMJXqgMlDnQ-aflqxOI_dQ/s400/McMillan+3.11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149780841781872610" border="0" /></a><br />And I'm afraid our good headmaster caught me on a date with someone else when he tried to come bring me a present late at night. I made sure to move those dates inside ASAP from then on. But it still led to some newspaper stealing before I managed to soothe it over.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh04xygJp7YwSh2n-pJGqVBYtC5LF3Gmpruwemnyyp_QNSP9JX-6Z_7QQx0REHlj9zDojJ1LQ8cwtttsyoIbgz9-BMsh7_AXoDiRWqSKtRlz8NqzcefQKWNmdgjETiVug8tUna15Y9D6w/s1600-h/McMillan+3.17.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh04xygJp7YwSh2n-pJGqVBYtC5LF3Gmpruwemnyyp_QNSP9JX-6Z_7QQx0REHlj9zDojJ1LQ8cwtttsyoIbgz9-BMsh7_AXoDiRWqSKtRlz8NqzcefQKWNmdgjETiVug8tUna15Y9D6w/s400/McMillan+3.17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149783710820026402" border="0" /></a><br />It's a good thing I did that as well, because with so many dream dates you're bound to have a few close calls. Good thing nobody looks through the windows when dropping off presents in this town.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitcG3qAXmvAolvcwkpdjmhZx6kOsunZbcgiu730SY7cy4plFVkPokKSwEhHvCsBZGYIEYxlNMP3TIo_cnFFSeE_IXdzj7g0rCtkiB9Sty1j05DqdFV6MO7ojBFsbc1HkWoMpWR_GylXA/s1600-h/McMillan+3.26.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitcG3qAXmvAolvcwkpdjmhZx6kOsunZbcgiu730SY7cy4plFVkPokKSwEhHvCsBZGYIEYxlNMP3TIo_cnFFSeE_IXdzj7g0rCtkiB9Sty1j05DqdFV6MO7ojBFsbc1HkWoMpWR_GylXA/s400/McMillan+3.26.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149783947043227762" border="0" /></a><br />And boy did it ever pay off, not only in the financial sense. I'm so hot that nobody can leave their hands off me. I've reached 30 lovers, and I'm still going strong!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZFdGqjJaXX5K4ac2-_6BnIIUqyfWM57_5ed_KCM1XSnYQRwOTTgc8DDUEkN5CXkm7GV1SpYOccar0SlvycHgOFM877aWNhEw_WnayDwsUay2vCntUnkjsYYQQ3yNIN5ol-qsW8yHmng/s1600-h/McMillan+3.18.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZFdGqjJaXX5K4ac2-_6BnIIUqyfWM57_5ed_KCM1XSnYQRwOTTgc8DDUEkN5CXkm7GV1SpYOccar0SlvycHgOFM877aWNhEw_WnayDwsUay2vCntUnkjsYYQQ3yNIN5ol-qsW8yHmng/s400/McMillan+3.18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149783715114993730" border="0" /></a><br />The kids did make sure to work hard between all that partying. They all ended up reaching the top of their teenage careers.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE9FUhOzmogbz9jzGRtWYos3XN93qhTeTIdvlvqtXU4Pemoujs4ZLQp1bOg3PjjGg67p5x3RJvrWl_BDM78TVmKux_uw6iV8hAKGjIESK8IP9lgyo19KN9vtXr8x9r2NbsVVCPu5xAtg/s1600-h/McMillan+3.9.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE9FUhOzmogbz9jzGRtWYos3XN93qhTeTIdvlvqtXU4Pemoujs4ZLQp1bOg3PjjGg67p5x3RJvrWl_BDM78TVmKux_uw6iV8hAKGjIESK8IP9lgyo19KN9vtXr8x9r2NbsVVCPu5xAtg/s400/McMillan+3.9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149779763745081266" border="0" /></a><br />I guess Keira's attitude does have it's good sides once in a while. She won't take any slack from anyone, not even her own boss. I guess they were impressed that she had the guts to take a stand. In any case, she was thrilled to be earning more money.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjam9HMjPNnDkw4PBaBY9ewutii0ww0WBp4IQnBvbvmTbrkcr0sgrEGpOSLqYwt79BZe3ZmMWlyqlrcQKnob7WGWkeIKSgskoynFxeskvbpXNP5NIBwipsfsIavdX0zqBCMww6XN5X0wA/s1600-h/McMillan+3.19.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjam9HMjPNnDkw4PBaBY9ewutii0ww0WBp4IQnBvbvmTbrkcr0sgrEGpOSLqYwt79BZe3ZmMWlyqlrcQKnob7WGWkeIKSgskoynFxeskvbpXNP5NIBwipsfsIavdX0zqBCMww6XN5X0wA/s400/McMillan+3.19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149783719409961042" border="0" /></a><br />Her sister wasn't so lucky though. She spent all day cleaning after a food fight and got docked her pay because she still didn't get done. Poor thing. But then money was never too important to her anyway. As long as she keeps that scholarship from work she won't be too fussed.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5iwmu0fDlRlDXuJWCbTY57sRRa8cA28NaaSIZZ8rsACAeht_1O-3pkBZLyuMr-wxE6hyXr_E2y7NW1y7OVdCaYATpNVBSuWWQLtaLC72VTkGU-8rh50le7kGDSz_rXZG1tRTwDUyUYA/s1600-h/McMillan+3.20.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5iwmu0fDlRlDXuJWCbTY57sRRa8cA28NaaSIZZ8rsACAeht_1O-3pkBZLyuMr-wxE6hyXr_E2y7NW1y7OVdCaYATpNVBSuWWQLtaLC72VTkGU-8rh50le7kGDSz_rXZG1tRTwDUyUYA/s400/McMillan+3.20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149783719409961058" border="0" /></a><br />I have to say that sometimes her behaviour is a bit strange in that sense. Only a typical knowledge sim could find pleasure in sticking her head into a full trash compactor to try and fix it. At least she didn't get electrocuted, though she did need a shower afterwards.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx75lpQC07c7uE60ir7jktMbn7-2jMDD4YKoUCOhNpbP6QoTavp-D9t321cBpj3seUGOthaB_P9lXFH50GFmJoShsB9zRRLc7oluffHSNeHjM018NZ5PCyeL0FyJd_eeYcUEdBiqiUXw/s1600-h/McMillan+3.16.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx75lpQC07c7uE60ir7jktMbn7-2jMDD4YKoUCOhNpbP6QoTavp-D9t321cBpj3seUGOthaB_P9lXFH50GFmJoShsB9zRRLc7oluffHSNeHjM018NZ5PCyeL0FyJd_eeYcUEdBiqiUXw/s400/McMillan+3.16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149786618512885970" border="0" /></a><br />She managed to get plenty of skills that way though, and ended up gaining scholarships for all of them. She even managed to max out a few. Charisma was especially difficult for her, since she's so shy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBeoLrp0EN4tJtY5W_dprQqGJMwzmMnAhh-7SGMjkiW-yFVW80KZtS_oOv6SP5ZVFQtThye3xfl5YXObLC1UI73hzwlnQsYhz_oODP0a0S60ZCITV3q0jFYnAPRLqjoz48thXbqHX9kQ/s1600-h/McMillan+3.24.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBeoLrp0EN4tJtY5W_dprQqGJMwzmMnAhh-7SGMjkiW-yFVW80KZtS_oOv6SP5ZVFQtThye3xfl5YXObLC1UI73hzwlnQsYhz_oODP0a0S60ZCITV3q0jFYnAPRLqjoz48thXbqHX9kQ/s400/McMillan+3.24.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149786326455109762" border="0" /></a><br />Her brother and sister did study as well, though they weren't quite as enthusiastic. They only did just enough to get the scholarships and earn the skills they'd need for their future careers.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIFv7fBnesYRT4A8uPlLHrSEdt3-O0LOvh85TkLl9vHNY3tJllARbfzYgG1MUo6kNpyVLwzluPLa1O8EovjnkqR4l_b9tGjQESTa-4qPe6z_43UI01MeX3uHdym78AicmaA1pqgNxLig/s1600-h/McMillan+3.25.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIFv7fBnesYRT4A8uPlLHrSEdt3-O0LOvh85TkLl9vHNY3tJllARbfzYgG1MUo6kNpyVLwzluPLa1O8EovjnkqR4l_b9tGjQESTa-4qPe6z_43UI01MeX3uHdym78AicmaA1pqgNxLig/s400/McMillan+3.25.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149786330750077074" border="0" /></a><br />When they weren't skilling, the kids were dating. I guess you can't live with me without picking up a few tricks. Katelyn got together with her sister's best friend Jazz.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivM13PSPjlRaMWJq8kOfnStyXWYxLxUUqjQsrtlJdPKeFkBejIZtniRxnHGducoV9mhCTvo6gpTI9plJu5omZuC89abt_SPGwBsmodffzpNEfTnLMj57S2T2zVSqHAwzQ1dJJEo6nUew/s1600-h/McMillan+3.22.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivM13PSPjlRaMWJq8kOfnStyXWYxLxUUqjQsrtlJdPKeFkBejIZtniRxnHGducoV9mhCTvo6gpTI9plJu5omZuC89abt_SPGwBsmodffzpNEfTnLMj57S2T2zVSqHAwzQ1dJJEo6nUew/s400/McMillan+3.22.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149786335045044418" border="0" /></a><br />And Keira decided to take a big step and go steady with Hendrik Stevenson.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTf6tJ-kbo3CSC80WkB3BbjRr-LzXmCZlRTujpI8x3RjmXW-Q5sK5WZQIOItwWE0SLoOI5cbOI3FqFwEF4JnrUHunFX4DdhXUvKToi0ec0gmN4DErOVZ9N4iGrbPDnVAdKyNJob8K4Gg/s1600-h/McMillan+3.31.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTf6tJ-kbo3CSC80WkB3BbjRr-LzXmCZlRTujpI8x3RjmXW-Q5sK5WZQIOItwWE0SLoOI5cbOI3FqFwEF4JnrUHunFX4DdhXUvKToi0ec0gmN4DErOVZ9N4iGrbPDnVAdKyNJob8K4Gg/s400/McMillan+3.31.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149786627102820594" border="0" /></a><br />There was a bit of a catch to that though. It seems that Hendrik had been casually dating around a bit before he met Keira and never really told Sophie Miguel that it wasn't anything serious. I guess she found out the hard way in the end. Poor girl was so shocked that she didn't even have the guts to go slap him. She just went home since it was already late.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvOe0sJcicWJB_nhxpqGx2EG5IGZosUKqZ7dHL6bglQMmMWDbDdr2ck6Dy7IijkoSDguYQqd_CTzOTP3LBTRcq9TpGibhDVzcem0BC-eEdi1Y976BVzSSIoSFLf0oq8OVtxcrz2CBRDQ/s1600-h/McMillan+3.21.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvOe0sJcicWJB_nhxpqGx2EG5IGZosUKqZ7dHL6bglQMmMWDbDdr2ck6Dy7IijkoSDguYQqd_CTzOTP3LBTRcq9TpGibhDVzcem0BC-eEdi1Y976BVzSSIoSFLf0oq8OVtxcrz2CBRDQ/s400/McMillan+3.21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149786330750077090" border="0" /></a><br />She's quite upset about it though. Keith asked her about it later and she said that she was still furious.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJaOqrZ5RVG5DXuSt59Nfa7X3ssrYFfmTDHDDcl2tXwIUBZZONAROYwBOsMJrSdhaLGL5zQdKvXewKS31B1yTZ3lDLzT_P1NL25uwat03peA2LlgCUg0p58rvW6-2s9sCynYD11ghIEA/s1600-h/McMillan+3.21b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJaOqrZ5RVG5DXuSt59Nfa7X3ssrYFfmTDHDDcl2tXwIUBZZONAROYwBOsMJrSdhaLGL5zQdKvXewKS31B1yTZ3lDLzT_P1NL25uwat03peA2LlgCUg0p58rvW6-2s9sCynYD11ghIEA/s400/McMillan+3.21b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149786335045044402" border="0" /></a><br />Keith himeslf was dating Allegra Foster, but he tried to keep that pretty much on the down-low because of their age difference. I'm not sure whether that'll last through college, since she's not going quite yet.<br /><br />At the end of the week, the kids called up their schollarships and got quite a large ammount each. Katelyn got the most, of course, with §8500. Though her siblings only got one stipendium less each. They threw a big party to celebrate their graduation from highschool. All their friends came.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTLsLPsuJu1tqa58nGoVaX-VcxWCcDOpHtypEZrzruNsuM9pbvco8h-i7NndDbdagY_UVsRQcPMfi9fQeKZV0PnYwL9Av6UbQ6OIQFbKMEREoiI5yKQ5tPsnp0KYm-cGoPvk2cYT1haQ/s1600-h/McMillan+3.30.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTLsLPsuJu1tqa58nGoVaX-VcxWCcDOpHtypEZrzruNsuM9pbvco8h-i7NndDbdagY_UVsRQcPMfi9fQeKZV0PnYwL9Av6UbQ6OIQFbKMEREoiI5yKQ5tPsnp0KYm-cGoPvk2cYT1haQ/s400/McMillan+3.30.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149786622807853282" border="0" /></a><br />The police ended up spoiling the party by breaking it up, but everyone had a fun time anyway.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIELA9366sgHRzEBK7Z8D1hKplGjOtiuDDjiCpBPZNFrT-_1J3HHrpOJsB_kBHvSHuGNiVk-lFHX4S5ZfB9dHHdL-m5qJ-p_G22tGVdKMjLccx-Tc-jI3CVTgqNrnEL4zg4IY3GDViGw/s1600-h/McMillan+3.32.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIELA9366sgHRzEBK7Z8D1hKplGjOtiuDDjiCpBPZNFrT-_1J3HHrpOJsB_kBHvSHuGNiVk-lFHX4S5ZfB9dHHdL-m5qJ-p_G22tGVdKMjLccx-Tc-jI3CVTgqNrnEL4zg4IY3GDViGw/s400/McMillan+3.32.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149786627102820610" border="0" /></a><br />Well, it looks like I'm going to be all alone here until Keith comes back from college. I'm going to enjoy it. Thanks to that elixir of life I should manage to stick around long enough to hold the house. I wouldn't want the triplets to lose their childhood home. Besides, I'm having way too much fun to die just yet.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">End of round accomplishments:<br /></span>- Siobhan's dating spree continues and she finally has 30 lovers<br />- The triplets all find love and throw loads of parties<br />- All three teens leave for college at the end of the round<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Points this round:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">- 10 for Siobhan's IW to have 30 lovers</span></span>Elliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526486110769200701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668540428582072014.post-69149203920205041362007-12-29T15:59:00.000-08:002007-12-31T08:55:25.782-08:00Week 3: FosterHello and welcome to the Foster house. I'm Miranda. Just make yourself right at home while I get the kids ready for school. *rushes off*<br /><br />(An hour later...)<br /><br />Sorry about that. It's a busy house with all these kids. But now that they're getting older I'm hoping that they'll be a little more independent. But let's start at the beginning, shal we? At the beginning of the week Jazz and Calypso joined Allegra in primary school. I was glad, because it gave me some time for myself when the babies didn't need me. Allegra came home with an A+ that day. Her father was thrilled!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5qkMpAapi_US6T41jFTTueDtmZR5nH8BzqrVhz-DAUEv28pvEJPwKtSbZFivsIn1AiTmmenwguwmTlqF82zoIuIzfQ8Sh3aNtUbX6pseNDuum5PuHxYf_LkZhDZUAWpT4WWKl6JO1HA/s1600-h/Foster+3.2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5qkMpAapi_US6T41jFTTueDtmZR5nH8BzqrVhz-DAUEv28pvEJPwKtSbZFivsIn1AiTmmenwguwmTlqF82zoIuIzfQ8Sh3aNtUbX6pseNDuum5PuHxYf_LkZhDZUAWpT4WWKl6JO1HA/s400/Foster+3.2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149556657373922578" border="0" /></a><br />I hired a nanny again for the little ones so that I could go to work. I knew that with all the networking I did during my last pregnancy I was lined up for a promotion or two. It looks like I was right. I was elected into Congress! I was so excited!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKwHQKu7v0Tjo63HpkC0naktzbeV4alp7w_03548hzY5uesqayOlSQr421PdpVla6ZZ9Z_bHv-HDXRYU5bPweh1lcZIv-V6J2nljVyeewklMX-0JNnDVMwzUKvUWJQUQgemSUFOuwW0A/s1600-h/Foster+3.3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKwHQKu7v0Tjo63HpkC0naktzbeV4alp7w_03548hzY5uesqayOlSQr421PdpVla6ZZ9Z_bHv-HDXRYU5bPweh1lcZIv-V6J2nljVyeewklMX-0JNnDVMwzUKvUWJQUQgemSUFOuwW0A/s400/Foster+3.3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149569147138819362" border="0" /></a><br />Now that three of our children were school age, we decided to have the headmaster over and see whether we could get them into private school. I've heard it's a lot more fun than normal school, and of course we wouldn't miss out on giving our children an advantage in life. It went well, despite the fact that neither of us can really cook. I should probably work on that now that Arcadia's gone.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOp8WprWO8_banAFKWrb-hdOk2EZe7cI60Uur0ywbwLGNm2IiQMAQJ3fnzCMzIoFUVWfp8mFw4a8OJz8WJvSQaXzMOVes3wLDDqcEiQ7a_5osjLxTcnbynNj88pdY4uWhNRh95rxx4wQ/s1600-h/Foster+3.4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOp8WprWO8_banAFKWrb-hdOk2EZe7cI60Uur0ywbwLGNm2IiQMAQJ3fnzCMzIoFUVWfp8mFw4a8OJz8WJvSQaXzMOVes3wLDDqcEiQ7a_5osjLxTcnbynNj88pdY4uWhNRh95rxx4wQ/s400/Foster+3.4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149572497213310258" border="0" /></a><br />Not everything went as smoothly as that though. There were times when I was so run off my feet that I was smelly, the babies were smelly and the house was smelly all at the same time. And Darren was working hard on his last promotion so he wasn't much help. But we got through those times as well somehow.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsHr6Ah71h1Z8slQYWo2yRqi5_jDQo6ov4q2umTCsuW-mwIAIZc6Bq6_n8DDMoJ8_JXzGkOwhJ8zX-wn1742Pm0Zz9yKBaTUoYAXoB_poFDayWw1Qe9lbfS9lruuXIzw0YzFvsAJ-cgA/s1600-h/Foster+3.5.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsHr6Ah71h1Z8slQYWo2yRqi5_jDQo6ov4q2umTCsuW-mwIAIZc6Bq6_n8DDMoJ8_JXzGkOwhJ8zX-wn1742Pm0Zz9yKBaTUoYAXoB_poFDayWw1Qe9lbfS9lruuXIzw0YzFvsAJ-cgA/s400/Foster+3.5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149592988502279490" border="0" /></a><br />Darren did find time to tech the older twins to study though, for which I was thankful. I can't do everything myself, after all.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsZwu7QmgTS-ZPl_GK2EpSAzOcSagGW_dQIL6rjTTvsFvFQWZmDbsWd5OMlZnsB5RW8c4eM6EOKZHKW3F8vI16GKyz9tNay8sf8iIHIZpUxcuJmbZ5_2iIWd1swvOqJ0t6P3YXSStTA/s1600-h/Foster+3.6.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsZwu7QmgTS-ZPl_GK2EpSAzOcSagGW_dQIL6rjTTvsFvFQWZmDbsWd5OMlZnsB5RW8c4eM6EOKZHKW3F8vI16GKyz9tNay8sf8iIHIZpUxcuJmbZ5_2iIWd1swvOqJ0t6P3YXSStTA/s400/Foster+3.6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149593533963126098" border="0" /></a><br />Soon enough it was time for the babies to have their first set of birthdays. Time flies, doesn't it? It seemed like they'd only been born the day before! We didn't throw a huge party. Just a small family event with some cake for the kids.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx0XMvVFMa6WMw9y32SH5csQnrw5KQXZnnghgTUfuVn4ot4cKYmV0OsAZ0le7jb8Yhzr2P9IFaZYelnaVOySO0XwG1s8_-AFIE1ynmfQnhz1EQRZU0RmvEprgllmcuPZmh-tsl0-ApnQ/s1600-h/Foster+3.7.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx0XMvVFMa6WMw9y32SH5csQnrw5KQXZnnghgTUfuVn4ot4cKYmV0OsAZ0le7jb8Yhzr2P9IFaZYelnaVOySO0XwG1s8_-AFIE1ynmfQnhz1EQRZU0RmvEprgllmcuPZmh-tsl0-ApnQ/s400/Foster+3.7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149594079423972706" border="0" /></a><br />Here is Tempo's birthday picture. He really lives up to his name, since he's a very active boy. They all are, actually.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGBSNNaAlVQZvfZfYbGEI0cT8NLv9mO5RsBEveW-o2-fADaj5ptNusfdJY0bSDoOxmjDp0WGcLB81cRzpGVoCgTHXkLFASxwV6PRkYv8ZiOf4K7WnoWcquPTsh_xywxtl13RaY6Nca0Q/s1600-h/Foster+3.8.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGBSNNaAlVQZvfZfYbGEI0cT8NLv9mO5RsBEveW-o2-fADaj5ptNusfdJY0bSDoOxmjDp0WGcLB81cRzpGVoCgTHXkLFASxwV6PRkYv8ZiOf4K7WnoWcquPTsh_xywxtl13RaY6Nca0Q/s400/Foster+3.8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149594616294884722" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tempo Foster:</span> Gemini; 2 sloppy, 9 outgoing, 9 active, 7 playful, 4 grouchy<br /></div><br />And this is Cadence. Aren't they just the sweetest things? I'm glad we had so many children. It's a busy house, but at least there's always something going on.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2P7HOn5w8f5IUM2XNcNiRnSKlIP5xHqm56HrxzAMOERksECxRWrWdEMEXVAod2h7iZmbWmaXqo0Vnnf5rLwl1PMlE5vqV4FyVDPpzV7d7Y5WSVt6NST2rjdx5sxBBsuTf0aEXvyzX1Q/s1600-h/Foster+3.10.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2P7HOn5w8f5IUM2XNcNiRnSKlIP5xHqm56HrxzAMOERksECxRWrWdEMEXVAod2h7iZmbWmaXqo0Vnnf5rLwl1PMlE5vqV4FyVDPpzV7d7Y5WSVt6NST2rjdx5sxBBsuTf0aEXvyzX1Q/s400/Foster+3.10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149595037201679746" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cadence Foster: </span>Saggitarius; 2 sloppy, 3 shy, 9 active, 7 playful, 9 nice<br /></div><br />It looks like getting the kids into private school paid off for Calypso, at least. She started taking violin lessons and became astonishingly good at it. She likes painting as well in her free time. Shame we neither have the room nor the money to buy a piano. I'm sure all the kids would like that.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp37toBgCiyoSpGo21W1xADTQYMm3MbAvKcXJc26UC0kL-hwYpIu41WP_Z7RAET7dXz7_B0xVbCDHlnEH4N1DCknlKWZoz8FCbj5mHh9CHK51QHaE-EuGkzE-1_l3oONRtg4_lYn7FHQ/s1600-h/Foster+3.11.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp37toBgCiyoSpGo21W1xADTQYMm3MbAvKcXJc26UC0kL-hwYpIu41WP_Z7RAET7dXz7_B0xVbCDHlnEH4N1DCknlKWZoz8FCbj5mHh9CHK51QHaE-EuGkzE-1_l3oONRtg4_lYn7FHQ/s400/Foster+3.11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149595900490106258" border="0" /></a><br />She also managed to get an A+ in school that day. Her brother didn't do quite as well. I think he was a bit disappointed that he couldn't keep up. He did manage to raise his grades soon after that though.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiNmudEz9GfsduNY59Dh5Kb4t35hxsTwKb-G6MIGnrvMi2ZMhHCJiSzM8HS7VksnIethYvly9xQfzOqmmhLIWbBB4iOKfkDJc9d1ZB8N8AqOfz_VNgyuqS9v8ywS7vigMP9_Q5XHJlZw/s1600-h/Foster+3.13.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiNmudEz9GfsduNY59Dh5Kb4t35hxsTwKb-G6MIGnrvMi2ZMhHCJiSzM8HS7VksnIethYvly9xQfzOqmmhLIWbBB4iOKfkDJc9d1ZB8N8AqOfz_VNgyuqS9v8ywS7vigMP9_Q5XHJlZw/s400/Foster+3.13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149597206160164274" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOoCjK0GfhiGgmOpv3l_8eQZGWxUADvIKVUeqVilLxk9Pk5Ci2x_Z74P7I9TItqb6GGDcX6-2apDfqAJTtjF2qFcM2XpQjX-mwWrR_4oyL3X9O9n2J910dKXA-N-T1inrfazrcgyQCDg/s1600-h/Foster+3.14.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOoCjK0GfhiGgmOpv3l_8eQZGWxUADvIKVUeqVilLxk9Pk5Ci2x_Z74P7I9TItqb6GGDcX6-2apDfqAJTtjF2qFcM2XpQjX-mwWrR_4oyL3X9O9n2J910dKXA-N-T1inrfazrcgyQCDg/s400/Foster+3.14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149597403728659906" border="0" /></a><br />I went to work again the next day and got another promotion. I liked politics, but being a judge is much more satisfying. Now I can actually apply the laws instead of spending endless hours haggling about new ones.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQW6POel8bZQgMcq3kUBSrJ4smNeWl84rw3_8vezeTB711P1ouewkm_JxLy09U75A8rH_JYsj6IzYq9l9w0hbVmg8CX4c2DanRnZ9yIIPB3OvBh0yE41rh4mqo2d1wfEy20NDHko_79w/s1600-h/Foster+3.12.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQW6POel8bZQgMcq3kUBSrJ4smNeWl84rw3_8vezeTB711P1ouewkm_JxLy09U75A8rH_JYsj6IzYq9l9w0hbVmg8CX4c2DanRnZ9yIIPB3OvBh0yE41rh4mqo2d1wfEy20NDHko_79w/s400/Foster+3.12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149596652109383074" border="0" /></a><br />Of course having two more toddlers in the house also meant that we had to teach them all their skills. It was difficult to find the time with everything else going on in our house, but we did eventually manage to teach them all they had to know.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNY_VhbPLtU6sYARmT3JC6zZy1ZWJm8atZ67ID42VnK8nGs51SxDiRA7tGPSvYSkmPQ0sHnUOAGq70UZX3FXBDz4_nf4zzX8wXMBWERBr3OqhSgD8s5x9H3dou91_4E7RsNhTC_wVBnw/s1600-h/Foster+3.16.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNY_VhbPLtU6sYARmT3JC6zZy1ZWJm8atZ67ID42VnK8nGs51SxDiRA7tGPSvYSkmPQ0sHnUOAGq70UZX3FXBDz4_nf4zzX8wXMBWERBr3OqhSgD8s5x9H3dou91_4E7RsNhTC_wVBnw/s400/Foster+3.16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149598228362380754" border="0" /></a><br />And since I had a few days off coming up, we decided to try for another baby. This will be our last, I think. The house is full, and I would like to reach the top of my career too at some point. Can't do that if I'm constantly on maternity leave.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSe-SssfJtcafJ9pnhlxuH5SLDpoyTIdgq2yfOs-dwpzNMfSYn8DDa7vLwsDz0ahehBrznXuZwBpE8x8kAU6QeL1YepxxBDVEleRFGK-tyrxv1Tk2gursgt0OfzRCmPzLxo1oMYw_Vgw/s1600-h/Foster+3.17.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSe-SssfJtcafJ9pnhlxuH5SLDpoyTIdgq2yfOs-dwpzNMfSYn8DDa7vLwsDz0ahehBrznXuZwBpE8x8kAU6QeL1YepxxBDVEleRFGK-tyrxv1Tk2gursgt0OfzRCmPzLxo1oMYw_Vgw/s400/Foster+3.17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149598584844666338" border="0" /></a><br />The kids had a lot of time to themselves after school, and they spent most of it socializing. They've become good friends with their... well I guess he's their uncle, technically. In any case I think it's good for Apollo to have some contact with children his own age. He's practically growing up as an only child, after all.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimPXZlYdtovrXIrpEqHTXfKwlsJP1c-JqNbpiq1ncvdcA8vr42IMmd3JjgZ39n0nTWE752rDSOu7P7XDdpoPxVJRbqHMqusiacv4UINrkt3ZvB5j2CGZwkpt2RkY4Jc6qaG_szpvGxFw/s1600-h/Foster+3.18.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimPXZlYdtovrXIrpEqHTXfKwlsJP1c-JqNbpiq1ncvdcA8vr42IMmd3JjgZ39n0nTWE752rDSOu7P7XDdpoPxVJRbqHMqusiacv4UINrkt3ZvB5j2CGZwkpt2RkY4Jc6qaG_szpvGxFw/s400/Foster+3.18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149759242391340530" border="0" /></a><br />Allegra is growing smarter by the day. She became the spelling bee at her school. I guess it was logical for her to be one of the smartest there, since she was one of the oldest as well. She was almost a teenager already.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsGyHbZsaI4nWRXqFeTL0Yy50bXB6tHb43NBMMMcGE01b0L9tYxA1RRgd6UaFYc4YNFmla7jZdF-X1_-0elxCYcNoIPI6oCkmbU870myD5yivLJCaaCnhGGRcJEsPSeDjgjQMdOfE5hQ/s1600-h/Foster+3.20.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsGyHbZsaI4nWRXqFeTL0Yy50bXB6tHb43NBMMMcGE01b0L9tYxA1RRgd6UaFYc4YNFmla7jZdF-X1_-0elxCYcNoIPI6oCkmbU870myD5yivLJCaaCnhGGRcJEsPSeDjgjQMdOfE5hQ/s400/Foster+3.20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149759757787416066" border="0" /></a><br />That day Darren finally managed to get his last promotion in the military career. He was promoted to General!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMMM5AbEnorX_43U8CMKKVN7Tc9dFo14kmGr1o_BySHvj18ROzbeX5kVC8aELt-gEjSOjs_u-_Nythwtt_HtZM4PS7uMDUkO1DTVNbaImBHcbG1r10HDAH0GMF0EQ1zklNO7Q3jWnWhg/s1600-h/Foster+3.21.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMMM5AbEnorX_43U8CMKKVN7Tc9dFo14kmGr1o_BySHvj18ROzbeX5kVC8aELt-gEjSOjs_u-_Nythwtt_HtZM4PS7uMDUkO1DTVNbaImBHcbG1r10HDAH0GMF0EQ1zklNO7Q3jWnWhg/s400/Foster+3.21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149760371967739410" border="0" /></a><br />He looks so sexy in his new uniform, you wouldn't believe. Much better than that astronaut suit. The helicopter that picks him up is a nuissance though. The passers by always complain about the noise.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy_NLrcnBtDAHB2hYkqO_lucXvMWdGEtZFpPFcbuGsoz3HX_415wVqwD8IxYRTOWWZeqOxlPKlkTfdoO5n0AWSj8_3nKjyLd-6v7YG7KwnmRZVzd6r6bH6zRZ0kIt-aDaTxYFWEyMxAw/s1600-h/Foster+3.25.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy_NLrcnBtDAHB2hYkqO_lucXvMWdGEtZFpPFcbuGsoz3HX_415wVqwD8IxYRTOWWZeqOxlPKlkTfdoO5n0AWSj8_3nKjyLd-6v7YG7KwnmRZVzd6r6bH6zRZ0kIt-aDaTxYFWEyMxAw/s400/Foster+3.25.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149761475774334498" border="0" /></a><br />It was a good time to get that promotion, I guess, beccause I found out that I was pregnant again. Not that we're having money troubles at this point, but it <span style="font-style: italic;">would</span> be nice to add on to the house. It'll be crowded, at least until the first kids leave for college. I'm sad to see them growing up so fast, but then I'm really looking forward to the day when they graduate and get married.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYjsp87H5US18BG2qdJqbh2hzUpSbNMjaDHv71NGtYEu3w1s0EmAsqtxGaOEgn2Y4a49d043KTDCPyEHuqr4WYpXxP0UutvXjpRzzGpnP0iXvu0AD7QjEKT7YpXjyeCrFfzpdXR65ptw/s1600-h/Foster+3.24.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYjsp87H5US18BG2qdJqbh2hzUpSbNMjaDHv71NGtYEu3w1s0EmAsqtxGaOEgn2Y4a49d043KTDCPyEHuqr4WYpXxP0UutvXjpRzzGpnP0iXvu0AD7QjEKT7YpXjyeCrFfzpdXR65ptw/s400/Foster+3.24.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149761827961652786" border="0" /></a><br />That helicopter was starting to be a real nuissance, so Darren switched careers to sports. I guess he can still use his high physical prowess there. I was surprised when he became a superstar right off the bat. His popularity is bound to help my career once I get back to work!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRBufJ_im7r5OWkN3OpY7_H31JmiRh2aiTJ2hn1ZoT7h-2J1eugZF2HDojih3DAvkjjd56FCjQbwVZRzjSFnlzv6OLKK5QnKEtnS-79erzrUBvdlB-lJ2Z-U6L0Ns6Lx_dSfKTPEoM7A/s1600-h/Foster+3.26.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRBufJ_im7r5OWkN3OpY7_H31JmiRh2aiTJ2hn1ZoT7h-2J1eugZF2HDojih3DAvkjjd56FCjQbwVZRzjSFnlzv6OLKK5QnKEtnS-79erzrUBvdlB-lJ2Z-U6L0Ns6Lx_dSfKTPEoM7A/s400/Foster+3.26.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149762334767793730" border="0" /></a><br />There's always a birthday party every few days at our house and on Friday we even had a triple party. Well, a quadruple one if you want to count the birth as well. First, Allegra became a teenager.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbVLvG0rx6U7RQoJIcPO1ZuikRsc3tap0YA6cmb5QJqYuAXXsv23pznRjMUcemXFxLF0Ik4_4TfsMWhCsf-WRb_S54Ffqeiky6EAVq5lfJ0ILuMiUG4ClM1tPzIT1i81l_Ckm26lppQQ/s1600-h/Foster+3.28.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbVLvG0rx6U7RQoJIcPO1ZuikRsc3tap0YA6cmb5QJqYuAXXsv23pznRjMUcemXFxLF0Ik4_4TfsMWhCsf-WRb_S54Ffqeiky6EAVq5lfJ0ILuMiUG4ClM1tPzIT1i81l_Ckm26lppQQ/s400/Foster+3.28.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149764138654058066" border="0" /></a><br />I was hoping she'd be of help with her younger siblings, but she seems to be more interested in having fun. It's a pity. But at least she doesn't go romancing everything that moves like her older sister.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijCG7rsr2J-zKphP1DtsfAtxeUt7XaxjUVjvoCLr6q9vb3qjCV7JiFR-iWoc0swxujJH1kUne3-vg6emAfMn8OlcZcn7GEr4buzcN4X3LN8gdvGhwlYdauAvd8LRWCvG1e7Oh-ztGmuQ/s1600-h/Foster+3.29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijCG7rsr2J-zKphP1DtsfAtxeUt7XaxjUVjvoCLr6q9vb3qjCV7JiFR-iWoc0swxujJH1kUne3-vg6emAfMn8OlcZcn7GEr4buzcN4X3LN8gdvGhwlYdauAvd8LRWCvG1e7Oh-ztGmuQ/s400/Foster+3.29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149764542380983906" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Allegra Foster: </span>Pleasure, with a LTW to have 50 dream dates<br />Saggitarius: 2 sloppy, 3 shy, 9 active, 7 playful, 4 grouchy<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">She wasn't too thrilled to have to share her birthday party with the younger twins, but it would have been far too strenuous to throw three at the same time. Besides, we only had my brother and father as well as a few children from the neighbourhood over.<br /><br />Here's my younger son, all grown up into a big boy. He looks so much like his father!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHePQ_l0zCA_CyhaMt6qcNVamq34szu6CgBu9R_I4FnQTGoF40jEqoCNkQl1xC3E_ded6aXL8c7yXKTqOizFVt8UqzJVypwHEByVBVnQRULMZmWeKvcLF4bFR_maKOA5QoDfYE0IH-9w/s1600-h/Foster+3.30.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHePQ_l0zCA_CyhaMt6qcNVamq34szu6CgBu9R_I4FnQTGoF40jEqoCNkQl1xC3E_ded6aXL8c7yXKTqOizFVt8UqzJVypwHEByVBVnQRULMZmWeKvcLF4bFR_maKOA5QoDfYE0IH-9w/s400/Foster+3.30.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149765899590649458" border="0" /></a><br />And his twin sister looks like a miniature version of Allegra. Only that she's more of a tomboy. I think the pirate costume is cute, though she might change her mind about wearing things like that once she's a teenager.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsSiuSKADjhzfpmxCppIIpp6NeavuhOU9FDvQugi5ty1XbegLa0n8_aSm6-QP9UKyyoGWu6cQeNHNdf6QjXVCvTzzJZTJadw4kaurY5nwFR92R8jdoByFpQLItjmS97UOnT7jbMgyDEQ/s1600-h/Foster+3.31.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsSiuSKADjhzfpmxCppIIpp6NeavuhOU9FDvQugi5ty1XbegLa0n8_aSm6-QP9UKyyoGWu6cQeNHNdf6QjXVCvTzzJZTJadw4kaurY5nwFR92R8jdoByFpQLItjmS97UOnT7jbMgyDEQ/s400/Foster+3.31.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149765989784962690" border="0" /></a><br />Thankfully we had the party relatively early in the afternoon, because I was glad that the guests were no longer there to see me give birth to our youngest. That's <span style="font-style: italic;">not </span>how I want the neighbours to see me, especially since they're only kids themselves. I gave birth to a beautiful little girl that we named Rhapsody.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwTL39LjzIkJyxfkY8VP5Vz5qAikDosalyWVphFgtYVsj7s9csqJlQI5PpisccWkRjx0-90MdeqZKGKGf4QuOCUUH165xuW3sjOQq5-RaWnmsbTpm2zcRxhKRwOZP4HjQH9eK6jKNZBg/s1600-h/Foster+3.33.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwTL39LjzIkJyxfkY8VP5Vz5qAikDosalyWVphFgtYVsj7s9csqJlQI5PpisccWkRjx0-90MdeqZKGKGf4QuOCUUH165xuW3sjOQq5-RaWnmsbTpm2zcRxhKRwOZP4HjQH9eK6jKNZBg/s400/Foster+3.33.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149767200965740178" border="0" /></a><br />After her birthday Allegra became very interested in her good friend Keith McMillan. I'm a bit worried that he'll break her heart, since he's quite a bit older than her. He's going to head off to college soon, and Allegra only just hit highschool. But I guess there's no harm in getting her first kiss and going on a few dream dates, I guess.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2KleGDLX4LZYfOW9UK6Hyej7B1oAm5zpMLevYX7VD6m8IHQXrdorvp-jXhbt-Kk6VT04WTm-5cYaNg6HzDS2_RKbH6wI17-vi0FgTVTr6Ghmw22xgkCeMqN6uX2BYKAiMv1AQl_Tzmg/s1600-h/Foster+3.35.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2KleGDLX4LZYfOW9UK6Hyej7B1oAm5zpMLevYX7VD6m8IHQXrdorvp-jXhbt-Kk6VT04WTm-5cYaNg6HzDS2_RKbH6wI17-vi0FgTVTr6Ghmw22xgkCeMqN6uX2BYKAiMv1AQl_Tzmg/s400/Foster+3.35.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149767205260707490" border="0" /></a><br />Tempo was very interested in the other gender as well, although I'm quite sure the pretty blonde wasn't too interested in him, at least for now. We've really got to have a talk with him about not trying to copy his older siblings.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDIr43F2Vcg8j8_r5vYrD22hyphenhyphenBp2a91bex3Hs4ttVfFA1ylGyq56mUOTNu6zwbMrLfaq3R8G4Zwg_67_28ncCm1DroA2QFAd19YpyODpuBHA8B1M69Jtz5rLhNUOodpjOPA0k46v5RlQ/s1600-h/Foster+3.36.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDIr43F2Vcg8j8_r5vYrD22hyphenhyphenBp2a91bex3Hs4ttVfFA1ylGyq56mUOTNu6zwbMrLfaq3R8G4Zwg_67_28ncCm1DroA2QFAd19YpyODpuBHA8B1M69Jtz5rLhNUOodpjOPA0k46v5RlQ/s400/Foster+3.36.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149769137995990706" border="0" /></a><br />Well, Darren isn't getting any younger so he decided to quit being an active player now. Instead, he's going to train the team. At least he's home more often this way, and he doesn't have to fear that an injury will end his career anymore.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzWLH_zKUNULFDloOGYhy4EZkl3ifNfVflDsa6DkpPWPOg_wUTnVY3DWjRHgBiTew29Xmqbaac-7KZPrE0qG-hViPDoSP9sjtpYpzuYPqwg5HvYNdrtDbXINOPKxCJsvqkDrYFv8mAvw/s1600-h/Foster+3.37.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzWLH_zKUNULFDloOGYhy4EZkl3ifNfVflDsa6DkpPWPOg_wUTnVY3DWjRHgBiTew29Xmqbaac-7KZPrE0qG-hViPDoSP9sjtpYpzuYPqwg5HvYNdrtDbXINOPKxCJsvqkDrYFv8mAvw/s400/Foster+3.37.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149769142290958018" border="0" /></a><br />We invited the headmaster again so that the younger twins can go to his school once it starts up again on Monday. Since their older siblings got in just fine, it wasn't a problem. And I guess my fears about not getting any help from Allegra were unfounded. She did a great job of keeping her youngest sister out of my hair while I was entertaining the man.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8VEuF53HLRVbOVqcJs39XZkxX7CJgmbiugDj-6g7JY9qM0WqKquK6FIK3FuXwGPCVkM8AwS4k-VU-Wn17rvGVjumkDD8aZbqRP6sNoorbZ9ijZxobhixvUn7NcMqfotrIIGb_rl0Wcw/s1600-h/Foster+3.38.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8VEuF53HLRVbOVqcJs39XZkxX7CJgmbiugDj-6g7JY9qM0WqKquK6FIK3FuXwGPCVkM8AwS4k-VU-Wn17rvGVjumkDD8aZbqRP6sNoorbZ9ijZxobhixvUn7NcMqfotrIIGb_rl0Wcw/s400/Foster+3.38.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149769142290958034" border="0" /></a><br />Assistant Coaches don't get the weekend off, it seems, but that did have it's good sides. Darren is moving up swiftly in his new career. I'm almost jealous, since I haven't been able to snag that final promotion myself.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyMWSJCiFvWWhkJqnp5eHR5oxYtk8-p_QGidvotRvSgeRHfDAXn33RPEbzgB56YV9OoFC2QdGk8k-SWTajGYjyCltEB0WFgj1J2BsWVdkXGWzPNeTBQJh5QQQtzgc-JoB-jtJu2KxOKQ/s1600-h/Foster+3.39.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyMWSJCiFvWWhkJqnp5eHR5oxYtk8-p_QGidvotRvSgeRHfDAXn33RPEbzgB56YV9OoFC2QdGk8k-SWTajGYjyCltEB0WFgj1J2BsWVdkXGWzPNeTBQJh5QQQtzgc-JoB-jtJu2KxOKQ/s400/Foster+3.39.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149771019191666402" border="0" /></a><br />It's kind of embarrassing to admit, but I should probably get Darren to do a bit of private coaching with me as well. All those pregnancies and no time to exercise haven't done a lot for my figure. And the fact that I've learned how too cook quite well hasn't helped much either. Now that I'm done having children, I hope I can get rid of that baby fat again ASAP.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYrIHvIsqZvZZ197dvntiVvy54ELMra9muDYxbvR6PSSg6zV0sYu-r9c_oSLMADFzZZbjVOHDr0KEOGpyuUaPNrBQ4JtsaFqH1DdNkOX0eVdRxAKI6HVnq3XYYN15vukfIttXyBzI2NQ/s1600-h/Foster+3.40.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYrIHvIsqZvZZ197dvntiVvy54ELMra9muDYxbvR6PSSg6zV0sYu-r9c_oSLMADFzZZbjVOHDr0KEOGpyuUaPNrBQ4JtsaFqH1DdNkOX0eVdRxAKI6HVnq3XYYN15vukfIttXyBzI2NQ/s400/Foster+3.40.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149771019191666418" border="0" /></a><br />On Sunday it was time for another round of birthdays. It seems nobody ever gets one to themselves in here. Not surprising, since we have two sets of twins. This time it was the older set who grew up. We now have three teenagers in the house! We didn't throw a huge party again, just a few friends.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0GrFpfw0_TEHe9X64JKuO9QGUwcJWth010enHLLtZRL2X4KNmPInZ-Y0-CdWr3wytTAG1Fjo_ugqXhS3xCJUM_T8ReUF3oQoLrfLibeWyVYJ3d4rKO-xsxP_O9DDsaNYGRXvV9nSZQg/s1600-h/Foster+3.42.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0GrFpfw0_TEHe9X64JKuO9QGUwcJWth010enHLLtZRL2X4KNmPInZ-Y0-CdWr3wytTAG1Fjo_ugqXhS3xCJUM_T8ReUF3oQoLrfLibeWyVYJ3d4rKO-xsxP_O9DDsaNYGRXvV9nSZQg/s400/Foster+3.42.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149771023486633730" border="0" /></a><br />My oldest son grew up into quite a fetching young man.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgATcbkrxJIo3Jfdc6kg75AdNUFJ_9cdzrRnV-SItOWgBAR0U6sLRfuQGrJDbp1xqjL5wsNGvKuqTn0emH_2DsS059aSTqRBV7vQogxS7WaJE5byuu62COKvwhplnhMmv4_7Y3GKDDh2Q/s1600-h/Foster+3.43.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgATcbkrxJIo3Jfdc6kg75AdNUFJ_9cdzrRnV-SItOWgBAR0U6sLRfuQGrJDbp1xqjL5wsNGvKuqTn0emH_2DsS059aSTqRBV7vQogxS7WaJE5byuu62COKvwhplnhMmv4_7Y3GKDDh2Q/s400/Foster+3.43.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149772466595645202" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jazz Foster: </span>Fortune, with a LTW to become a Business Tycoon<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Saggitarius: 2 sloppy, 3 shy, 9 active, 7 playful, 9 nice</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>And though I'm not sure whether I'd have chosen the outfit myself it seems to work quite well for his sister.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB5TT00OjyivNQiM2KTLspQ9i-P-u9P9m5BllywEHhoh6zBe7LqHyhaNykuO_l_JSIroCdgjiKpA8Or4KwA5SwzyHdRkqyFfbah5asz0WK-7jERUJ0ga6yVp0wp8-X5gnmyiIt2zqk9A/s1600-h/Foster+3.41.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB5TT00OjyivNQiM2KTLspQ9i-P-u9P9m5BllywEHhoh6zBe7LqHyhaNykuO_l_JSIroCdgjiKpA8Or4KwA5SwzyHdRkqyFfbah5asz0WK-7jERUJ0ga6yVp0wp8-X5gnmyiIt2zqk9A/s400/Foster+3.41.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149772466595645218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Calypso Foster: </span>Family, with a LTW to graduate 3 kids from college<br />Gemini: 2 sloppy, 9 outgoing, 9 active, 7 playful, 4 grouchy<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Last but not least, Rhapsody already became a toddler. I can't believe there'll be no more babies in the house now. But with three teens in the house at least I can go back to work now without having to worry about babysitters.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOSxDUJ2KjneCJy1p_nYBUkwdBJkWhkgoOo5D9g_yNWwGTVeMQoxWYZ0KZL27jsUfoddRk3hiQ-mExo3T-gGuy5_WuglyRPgFGcwu1rlmqyhbXBwQGgf7ggJUvSzFNuU7QP9WVOSgxmQ/s1600-h/Foster+3.44.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOSxDUJ2KjneCJy1p_nYBUkwdBJkWhkgoOo5D9g_yNWwGTVeMQoxWYZ0KZL27jsUfoddRk3hiQ-mExo3T-gGuy5_WuglyRPgFGcwu1rlmqyhbXBwQGgf7ggJUvSzFNuU7QP9WVOSgxmQ/s400/Foster+3.44.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149772466595645234" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr01sZ3VxwrDiUuVKrdXNaCXazTdaFCcSrcH-8GimOYRCiUpTC5BgXvQGEWVJPXXkZtRlB26cgvaj108oFawMv6VvpqVGvwIRaYumY6swEfk6qJj9aNsIp-XSHTC00txb9mjK4CIjVgg/s1600-h/Foster+3.45.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr01sZ3VxwrDiUuVKrdXNaCXazTdaFCcSrcH-8GimOYRCiUpTC5BgXvQGEWVJPXXkZtRlB26cgvaj108oFawMv6VvpqVGvwIRaYumY6swEfk6qJj9aNsIp-XSHTC00txb9mjK4CIjVgg/s400/Foster+3.45.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149772470890612546" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rhapsody Foster:</span> Gemini; 2 sloppy, 9 outgoing, 9 active, 7 playful, 4 grouchy<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">End of round accomplishments:</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>- Allegra, Jazz and Calypso become teens, Tempo and Cadence become children and Rhapsody is born and ages to toddler.<br />- Darren reaches the TOC in the military and switches to sports<br />- All the kids get into private school<br />- Miranda gets two promotions, but regrets neglecting her figure.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Points this round:<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">- 1 for the new baby, Rhapsody<br />- 1 for Darren's TOC in the Military</span></span><br /></div></div></div></div>Elliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526486110769200701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668540428582072014.post-74376501103747871532007-12-29T12:49:00.000-08:002007-12-31T08:17:44.985-08:00Week 3: StevensonHello all, I'm Michael and I'll guide you through what happened at our house this week, for lack of a better alternative. I'm usually not a big talker. Anyway... the week started off as usual, with my mother dating while everyone else was of at school or work. That's not exactly what we bought the car for, but it explains why she still wanted me and Cathy to carpool to work. Heh.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfS5YPAY4uuvj_qauUAbsv2TJmebnDB1p_1Vw-WJd3Lgg3N_KLyL7zh5OyRai3PxeoczL1qMvvcsiZI-DaX7g6pJ0-L4yOBbU27F4LVaGwuDAESSuErDO7zgkd1xQRz1oWDc_HX6wROw/s1600-h/Stevenson+3.1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfS5YPAY4uuvj_qauUAbsv2TJmebnDB1p_1Vw-WJd3Lgg3N_KLyL7zh5OyRai3PxeoczL1qMvvcsiZI-DaX7g6pJ0-L4yOBbU27F4LVaGwuDAESSuErDO7zgkd1xQRz1oWDc_HX6wROw/s400/Stevenson+3.1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149501857886192370" border="0" /></a><br />The kids are doing great at school, and even had a few extracurricular things going on. Hendrik's good at science, and our youngest has always had a sweet tooth. I guess it paid off for both of them.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzLT5EuiOMOLGQ2TJksq2UuCV18qEbbGVmyCP9IA56D9WvevA-XLO5yNHDL-JCBLPpvlA5D8CjKvzKRbmKZQ815b8k9OeSIluY6Icx_bonJHlLPs689G_6puAOUGGoDyLlXkUtBvDCaw/s1600-h/Stevenson+3.3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzLT5EuiOMOLGQ2TJksq2UuCV18qEbbGVmyCP9IA56D9WvevA-XLO5yNHDL-JCBLPpvlA5D8CjKvzKRbmKZQ815b8k9OeSIluY6Icx_bonJHlLPs689G_6puAOUGGoDyLlXkUtBvDCaw/s400/Stevenson+3.3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149503120606577410" border="0" /></a><br />Of course, me and Cathy couldn't be outdone by our children. We both brought home yet another promotion that day. It seems that the precinct is respecting our wishes to be promoted together. We're a great team, both at work and privately.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHx23I8XBJo9rywWGXNNNCtR-7Y3C2uTv8PNX6gDkXUe04jlLCYBEoH6A2ZZQ2AWx8qy5jzr_mJKWad5zvR0eCNF2le4IEOOd53lKwHVkYG-ZQiCuaUUiBAuTHeOzmjm5Bo4ILXzS9Lw/s1600-h/Stevenson+3.4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHx23I8XBJo9rywWGXNNNCtR-7Y3C2uTv8PNX6gDkXUe04jlLCYBEoH6A2ZZQ2AWx8qy5jzr_mJKWad5zvR0eCNF2le4IEOOd53lKwHVkYG-ZQiCuaUUiBAuTHeOzmjm5Bo4ILXzS9Lw/s400/Stevenson+3.4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149503696132195090" border="0" /></a><br />Meanwhile, Chloe has picked up her siblings' habit of bringing friends home from school almost every day. Here she is with one of our neighbours' girls. I believe it's Calypso Foster.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg7EdTsxtaqRSAzda8WKvGrFfSl1FzHkR2s24tCfs-1C-5O2k4HMWEejc57oB_PWx0tQ5ToodBSA3BHZ8wtR-kyBQjFJtjLjNx0i50X99xdR3xITH6t-ObcN_kP8trrCvVCm0o0q_e8w/s1600-h/Stevenson+3.5.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg7EdTsxtaqRSAzda8WKvGrFfSl1FzHkR2s24tCfs-1C-5O2k4HMWEejc57oB_PWx0tQ5ToodBSA3BHZ8wtR-kyBQjFJtjLjNx0i50X99xdR3xITH6t-ObcN_kP8trrCvVCm0o0q_e8w/s400/Stevenson+3.5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149504387621929762" border="0" /></a><br />Frederik got a job after school at the local hospital. He's quite good at it and was promoted to EMT. It's not the job he wants to stay with once he's grown up, but it pays quite well and that's the most important thing to him at the moment.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR0hYFaZwCCy-SdA4GKTYUxPZ5u31LB7xwEW71gyjGYkn9YkI3gxdS9FJ5LZYSG8NUyM4k-yTqfU3zPGsVjeNs5NJOq0wX7lQKPbH49AIQdzT5R9wwrbHgdrY17rFtRaOTZYj8iwgPiQ/s1600-h/Stevenson+3.6.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR0hYFaZwCCy-SdA4GKTYUxPZ5u31LB7xwEW71gyjGYkn9YkI3gxdS9FJ5LZYSG8NUyM4k-yTqfU3zPGsVjeNs5NJOq0wX7lQKPbH49AIQdzT5R9wwrbHgdrY17rFtRaOTZYj8iwgPiQ/s400/Stevenson+3.6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149504662499836722" border="0" /></a><br />Me and Cathy were busy workign out for our next promotion, so we asked mom to make sure Chloe was doing her homework. She waited until quite late, but it got done in the end.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW103IsLekXv9upCz4MTwXjwGiNj8RvKHNedaqZdi-eMOnBKO6TgyX2KjgnP6kssges2l4uyLIgEz0BycW6JxGcVsz_HPEkSn_9fH61J77CR0h7BrvX6BiZw0dFXjpa3Ow1RKSwk-A2A/s1600-h/Stevenson+3.7.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW103IsLekXv9upCz4MTwXjwGiNj8RvKHNedaqZdi-eMOnBKO6TgyX2KjgnP6kssges2l4uyLIgEz0BycW6JxGcVsz_HPEkSn_9fH61J77CR0h7BrvX6BiZw0dFXjpa3Ow1RKSwk-A2A/s400/Stevenson+3.7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149505173600944962" border="0" /></a><br />I think the only time mom wasn't dating was in the dead of the night so that the neighbours wouldn't complain. Abhijeet took that occasion to deliver small gifts at our doorstep. I sewar we could have decorated the whole house with flowers ten times over by now if they didn't wilt. I guess he just wants to make sure she's constantly reminded of him even when he's not there. Which is seldom enough.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNpVrF2qZYZvR2mXXy5Ll2WbS8kcb030kDd3XrdjvoVRuLWIH6Anhffy9ELGeUNu-WAeWw0okBRDwkNx1rx9_XX4sTLoh77DE6i0Fy986YH_m-t9rz46sjSG5efKTGvr3lKxvlRXcM-w/s1600-h/Stevenson+3.8.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNpVrF2qZYZvR2mXXy5Ll2WbS8kcb030kDd3XrdjvoVRuLWIH6Anhffy9ELGeUNu-WAeWw0okBRDwkNx1rx9_XX4sTLoh77DE6i0Fy986YH_m-t9rz46sjSG5efKTGvr3lKxvlRXcM-w/s400/Stevenson+3.8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149505379759375186" border="0" /></a><br />Until finally, sometime near the middle of the week, she announced that she'd had 50 dream dates with Abhijeet and was now blissfully happy. Wow! I'm surprised she even managed to keep count, since she's been getting rather forgetful lately. Maybe she kept the bouquets as a reminder.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo5VFUH-j0PssCYZNSnKrZU0794X_bfSJyVHmkop8NuDA70tZRUyf5Kehe6pVlyNcGUGjWhsQdxryo3kNVpTPetqeUtcUlGDjuQM2UOxuBdSAshOc_ko8xH7TWEZ4KQ947gVVxTFJznw/s1600-h/Stevenson+3.10.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo5VFUH-j0PssCYZNSnKrZU0794X_bfSJyVHmkop8NuDA70tZRUyf5Kehe6pVlyNcGUGjWhsQdxryo3kNVpTPetqeUtcUlGDjuQM2UOxuBdSAshOc_ko8xH7TWEZ4KQ947gVVxTFJznw/s400/Stevenson+3.10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149506818573419362" border="0" /></a><br />Making sure that Chloe did her homework paid off, because soon enough she was bringing home an A+ like her brothers and sister.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7NF15fJDZ87jilztBx9KgaHyD3wbGaYRNUGhdzx8sRyM5lbka6-oWoUmeLR98h5nF7R7r9jCwbPbb3uCLD66lUlrpaETytbidu582QiQW8ngnzVUFqWqDrI-rx_jMZP9VuHKYlk2Oiw/s1600-h/Stevenson+3.11.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7NF15fJDZ87jilztBx9KgaHyD3wbGaYRNUGhdzx8sRyM5lbka6-oWoUmeLR98h5nF7R7r9jCwbPbb3uCLD66lUlrpaETytbidu582QiQW8ngnzVUFqWqDrI-rx_jMZP9VuHKYlk2Oiw/s400/Stevenson+3.11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149509541582685058" border="0" /></a><br />Since Sophie liked having her study time, she didn't get her job in Athletics until relatively late in the week. But when she did, it really went off with a bang. She was involved in a scheme to ruin the reputation of one of the star players on her team. I'm so proud she worked up the courage to do the right thing. I'm hoping this means me and Cathy have been a good influence.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4zltqAFIgHjJv6lDWQJleUzemwAIuxbOKc1LDrbN-zMP7FaYBLhhnv85bI4T39B7RZMe7CPaWaicBh0QVMcHpTcBD79v1CznJzRmO6_yGuYdt11_cSsOwS6mCn5Epvnuh3wE1rNuMtg/s1600-h/Stevenson+3.12.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4zltqAFIgHjJv6lDWQJleUzemwAIuxbOKc1LDrbN-zMP7FaYBLhhnv85bI4T39B7RZMe7CPaWaicBh0QVMcHpTcBD79v1CznJzRmO6_yGuYdt11_cSsOwS6mCn5Epvnuh3wE1rNuMtg/s400/Stevenson+3.12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149509825050526610" border="0" /></a><br />She was a bit embarrassed about her boyfriend seeing her in her new work outfit, but he seemed to think it suited her just fine. Maybe he's a fan of the team, who knows. They've been dating more or less steadily all week, though I'm not sure whether their relationship will survive her moving to college<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJfVNZ0zN2TZdKlV26WQ59UUP6U-dPbjP6YDeCx-lzZlQQu9N4om4JcH_XQhDbq8CHKziPW3MrYN7lmuYAD71qGN3KCfARTL-gSiiAOMiHaPFlOUvVT310Sl59oFX3z4AHQNty2c1GhQ/s1600-h/Stevenson+3.16.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJfVNZ0zN2TZdKlV26WQ59UUP6U-dPbjP6YDeCx-lzZlQQu9N4om4JcH_XQhDbq8CHKziPW3MrYN7lmuYAD71qGN3KCfARTL-gSiiAOMiHaPFlOUvVT310Sl59oFX3z4AHQNty2c1GhQ/s400/Stevenson+3.16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149511074886009778" border="0" /></a><br />I think mom got a bit tired of all that dating after she'd hit 50. Or maybe it was just her old age starting to show, because we barely saw Abhijeet in the next few days and she did more relaxing instead.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0zDLpvUBx-oJBtgIW2rB3weSbh6aURtfydla9AVirNtLXfsz8LttCIjtk0Temp8pygALojGwSWOB6FApWGuZ40S8GqW8wXV1jHJo7Qxiz4twrRvb_KcTts_I3H4TgolicAU9eH_wLNA/s1600-h/Stevenson+3.15.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0zDLpvUBx-oJBtgIW2rB3weSbh6aURtfydla9AVirNtLXfsz8LttCIjtk0Temp8pygALojGwSWOB6FApWGuZ40S8GqW8wXV1jHJo7Qxiz4twrRvb_KcTts_I3H4TgolicAU9eH_wLNA/s400/Stevenson+3.15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149510241662354338" border="0" /></a><br />She also tried out the new plaything we got to make working out easier for us and the teens. I guess it's not the right thing for an older lady. I was afraid she'd hurt herself, but she actually said it was quite fun. That's my mom, always the pleasure seeker!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIXZIgBpwDkW43ywmxQALpdcTLkVyr-RuTZOFpmdTl9zc2ILR8JWTzH-CpzYm3I-mUa-zEhbbeaTrzvBbfToHLoXkB1opQ7EpOTXqmgazYTamYgFLn1G3Mte6btj48gxQkoyNvrGwM5w/s1600-h/Stevenson+3.21.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIXZIgBpwDkW43ywmxQALpdcTLkVyr-RuTZOFpmdTl9zc2ILR8JWTzH-CpzYm3I-mUa-zEhbbeaTrzvBbfToHLoXkB1opQ7EpOTXqmgazYTamYgFLn1G3Mte6btj48gxQkoyNvrGwM5w/s400/Stevenson+3.21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149512204462408642" border="0" /></a><br />That evening was quite an eventful one. For one thing, me and Cathy both got our last promotion and became Captain Hero and Captain Heroine! None of Prosperity Pinnacle's criminals had a chance against the two of us together! We noticed though that there's not much going on in this town in the form of crime and only one of us was needed. Since Cathy's always been dreaming of becoming a general, she got a new job in the military.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRv0gZm7l3Qw-wl3iq8JVzYuZoNjiRczd4Zz361tBijM7_fZAqgbAALhfikMbOkjix8TdL8l3R2XfTN5jytUiRCgOa1n9N1g9XxGUNQSIF5uQtriu7lgIJmAsPcTwbuugMq3PLHFiYNw/s1600-h/Stevenson+3.22.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRv0gZm7l3Qw-wl3iq8JVzYuZoNjiRczd4Zz361tBijM7_fZAqgbAALhfikMbOkjix8TdL8l3R2XfTN5jytUiRCgOa1n9N1g9XxGUNQSIF5uQtriu7lgIJmAsPcTwbuugMq3PLHFiYNw/s400/Stevenson+3.22.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149513591736845266" border="0" /></a><br />But first we rewarded ourselves by having a little date in the car. Now I know why mom liked this so much. We haven't had this much fun since we were dating as teenagers! *chuckles*<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidSJ61yqMnZaq4D4rpQ3HWNHVQ9WOxobbB4mmlzq_uNucuJiWSXj_uYvaV33H13Fg2VlkJSGWXegdzoh0MOfKa6rmXNYGm92AiSTAt3u3ODoPrVozbPxJKd3KXp5rQjE20yGQeZkO3uw/s1600-h/Stevenson+3.19.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidSJ61yqMnZaq4D4rpQ3HWNHVQ9WOxobbB4mmlzq_uNucuJiWSXj_uYvaV33H13Fg2VlkJSGWXegdzoh0MOfKa6rmXNYGm92AiSTAt3u3ODoPrVozbPxJKd3KXp5rQjE20yGQeZkO3uw/s400/Stevenson+3.19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149515069205595122" border="0" /></a><br />Talking of... the second thing that happened is that Hendrik finally got his first kiss. From one of the McMillan triplets that live down the street. The girl's a bit of a troublemaker from what I hear, but he's head over heels. They have a lot in common too, since she wants to be a Business Tycoon as well.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivNC8UgIW2D3CRtYrq965T-nWyLxGjd4CimpAVf12kem6bNb2MQxaO9BVJUH89CdLKVMRJMDZ6xOoBeiDJVDJWsAExbLFi7N5NkeJpqgc_J5VVbqXhl0nYhS2w3ud6XggKP7tZ1t0f0g/s1600-h/Stevenson+3.24.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivNC8UgIW2D3CRtYrq965T-nWyLxGjd4CimpAVf12kem6bNb2MQxaO9BVJUH89CdLKVMRJMDZ6xOoBeiDJVDJWsAExbLFi7N5NkeJpqgc_J5VVbqXhl0nYhS2w3ud6XggKP7tZ1t0f0g/s400/Stevenson+3.24.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149514532334683106" border="0" /></a><br />Sadly enough, that was also the night my mother passed away. I promised myself that I would try to be strong since we all knew it was her time, but it was hard not to plead for her to stay a little bit longer. At least she led a full life and had an excellent relationship with all of us when she died. We couldn't have asked for a better mother and grandmother.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxk8cWMwOCZEQ7qMp95zGhOhwKBJb7C-JsdWp-GjS-RfQOB5Wg66W0ALoZqOlf6ov1hYGE7lOyS5ry_4MFDYnEUu2k3okhxGAKs0gTUfR_Aexm0mnft067UaV2sX3NrvNM9T_4Zmq8g/s1600-h/Stevenson+3.26.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxk8cWMwOCZEQ7qMp95zGhOhwKBJb7C-JsdWp-GjS-RfQOB5Wg66W0ALoZqOlf6ov1hYGE7lOyS5ry_4MFDYnEUu2k3okhxGAKs0gTUfR_Aexm0mnft067UaV2sX3NrvNM9T_4Zmq8g/s400/Stevenson+3.26.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149517667660809218" border="0" /></a><br />In the end, she went willingly and without complaint, but the rest of us were devastated. She left us quite a few simoleans too. I never even knew she'd taken out a life insurance, but the money will come in handy to renovate the house.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixZqaUtQUaDMvJkcR3RAfRI5JBNKbbZmYuaX68Ch3O7v7W19Fi50aLnLaZUr8wevOX95UDqywAirFLqgkzobR8raHTAY7oIs9RQaJZ6_rgVp4ygFZhxHjqjnhWQT1qwDm2ZQyfPWIPcQ/s1600-h/Stevenson+3.28.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixZqaUtQUaDMvJkcR3RAfRI5JBNKbbZmYuaX68Ch3O7v7W19Fi50aLnLaZUr8wevOX95UDqywAirFLqgkzobR8raHTAY7oIs9RQaJZ6_rgVp4ygFZhxHjqjnhWQT1qwDm2ZQyfPWIPcQ/s400/Stevenson+3.28.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149518019848127506" border="0" /></a><br />The next day at work I faced a most difficult decision. The Llama Queen was really out to get me, but with some quick thinking I managed to foil her plans once again! I got a hefty paycheck on top of the gratitude of the people of sim city. It really helped to raise my spirits.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvclTTJVzlvEVaKPHbSnyt-CQd5eNul4Uk3WLjRMF9H7IrrtO1p0MnMv0m59Lq9XAQm9DOjabpkYIvk0YphnEamfCqh3bArgPcJY1Cl9whX15s44Ng1_KewzTVJWoq2-FMo6soAs34vQ/s1600-h/Stevenson+3.32.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvclTTJVzlvEVaKPHbSnyt-CQd5eNul4Uk3WLjRMF9H7IrrtO1p0MnMv0m59Lq9XAQm9DOjabpkYIvk0YphnEamfCqh3bArgPcJY1Cl9whX15s44Ng1_KewzTVJWoq2-FMo6soAs34vQ/s400/Stevenson+3.32.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149520485159355458" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTx9s66caMLYCVm3H5o8hlmoxrOEqwoZRNGzR6IqCkzGwV9ZGXER4wNm876WlQc_gsIkxibQTFnwkUI-qEJEcwT1QmsrQsFXi4adELUSJ49DJhAqwWIuwbfGCtFKERtNTyrNLD71Luxw/s1600-h/Stevenson+3.35b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTx9s66caMLYCVm3H5o8hlmoxrOEqwoZRNGzR6IqCkzGwV9ZGXER4wNm876WlQc_gsIkxibQTFnwkUI-qEJEcwT1QmsrQsFXi4adELUSJ49DJhAqwWIuwbfGCtFKERtNTyrNLD71Luxw/s400/Stevenson+3.35b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149520107202233394" border="0" /></a><br />Sophie wasn't as lucky though. I guess she bit of more than she could chew when she tried to fill the footsteps of the previous mascot. Ah well, it was her last day of work before she leaves for college, so she won't have to worry about it anymore. At least she wasn't fired.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFgW-KN0Hphnsli9gnbE0k8xyfa9DVGuPeK__rgrpIvll5_gXp-kS5Ocq3aCQxWh8KKyCg8WMYLh22F62-0Ws5IUxxgkLPpQrtKrY0lcWou4C2k-611aWh4jri0AnwuP0zT2021PlP5w/s1600-h/Stevenson+3.35.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFgW-KN0Hphnsli9gnbE0k8xyfa9DVGuPeK__rgrpIvll5_gXp-kS5Ocq3aCQxWh8KKyCg8WMYLh22F62-0Ws5IUxxgkLPpQrtKrY0lcWou4C2k-611aWh4jri0AnwuP0zT2021PlP5w/s400/Stevenson+3.35.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149521855253922898" border="0" /></a><br />I think growing up with so many older siblings and witnessing all their dating has been a bad influence on little Chloe. I could have sworn I overheard her and Jazz foster talking about how they were in love and wanted to be boyfriend and girlfriend the other day. It wasn't long before she became a teen herself, but still a bit premature in my eyes!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc7dVl8SNJFR_ShGS5d3RksQDIwkFuvb4I4O9MewI_Cj2gzcFbO5D7Bw8yUdoS9eI6M5P49gTJ3Tb083rHqMHhb1ZtcqA6Ers4IFjZsiiu5UEne0oLl7P4OUgmG_Rcxiv0_lsX_BeRxw/s1600-h/Stevenson+3.33.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc7dVl8SNJFR_ShGS5d3RksQDIwkFuvb4I4O9MewI_Cj2gzcFbO5D7Bw8yUdoS9eI6M5P49gTJ3Tb083rHqMHhb1ZtcqA6Ers4IFjZsiiu5UEne0oLl7P4OUgmG_Rcxiv0_lsX_BeRxw/s400/Stevenson+3.33.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149523203873653858" border="0" /></a><br />Since the criminal mastermind was finally apprehended, I decided to turn my attention elsewhere as well. I went into the science field and promptly became a scholar. I'm not sure how thrilled my older children are that I'll be working at their university, but I'm loving the job. The hours are great and it's not as physically demanding as being captain hero. I'm not getting any younger after all!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV17kVcA2XzOtSJVRKFnUp9ez-mMnISne1zEELKXBE-R1oxx1kDz2cgPS4jfL0KDD7KapPjvrQqHTxR3E_YFS29-nGgN2F-ppmSVGR9rjxO-4rgDLMOMAc6_f2wWGAdEYPgUcdFPJmhw/s1600-h/Stevenson+3.36.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV17kVcA2XzOtSJVRKFnUp9ez-mMnISne1zEELKXBE-R1oxx1kDz2cgPS4jfL0KDD7KapPjvrQqHTxR3E_YFS29-nGgN2F-ppmSVGR9rjxO-4rgDLMOMAc6_f2wWGAdEYPgUcdFPJmhw/s400/Stevenson+3.36.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149523435801887858" border="0" /></a><br />Chloe's birthday fell on the weekend, so we had enough time to throw a big party for our little princess. Cathy decided that it would be a good opportunity to reconnect to some of our friends, and I think she went a bit overboard. And of course the kids had to invite their friends as well. I don't think I've ever had the house so full, and I'm used to a lot! Here's Chloe hugging her best friend Calypso and Hendrik having a serious talk with his twin sister's boyfriend, while his own girlfriend is laughing at her brother's dancing skills.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2F6iXxgl-4ByINoZ_pKHtcgB8fp6sYU7l3vfL-wqZ_6DhWwjpGRZ-X9l8tUZCn_NfCTj8cH6Mqu2jjrzBSAcXlJRePybbgOLJNt-oOTViSI0Ys30QhaijSVahxwMwfmda41sk_ITEXg/s1600-h/Stevenson+3.37.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2F6iXxgl-4ByINoZ_pKHtcgB8fp6sYU7l3vfL-wqZ_6DhWwjpGRZ-X9l8tUZCn_NfCTj8cH6Mqu2jjrzBSAcXlJRePybbgOLJNt-oOTViSI0Ys30QhaijSVahxwMwfmda41sk_ITEXg/s400/Stevenson+3.37.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149524844551160978" border="0" /></a><br />Frederik made it as well, and brought his fiancé Sarah. All in all, I think we had all the McMillans, quite a few Fosters and Mitchells, and the odd townie over. We had to move the cake outdoors so that everyone could be there when Chloe blew out the candles. Thankfully the weather's always nice here.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw6AQrD6RrpqMq_LhNi_Miug9dtqmsDscVkTFCEyGz8HCC3ANHseKRNhu0wEcDn2CwhXvsL9OLJqMCM7SO5mbfmiWwM2F2IInHX0-Iv_oW6mLs20trAvxae23dr7LE62uuQAYvfAvo0g/s1600-h/Stevenson+3.41.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw6AQrD6RrpqMq_LhNi_Miug9dtqmsDscVkTFCEyGz8HCC3ANHseKRNhu0wEcDn2CwhXvsL9OLJqMCM7SO5mbfmiWwM2F2IInHX0-Iv_oW6mLs20trAvxae23dr7LE62uuQAYvfAvo0g/s400/Stevenson+3.41.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149527043574416546" border="0" /></a><br />Here she is all grown up and looking a lot like her older sister. She wants the same thing out of life as well. To gain as much knowledge as possible. Both are very sensible girls!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLuoQa-nQwUbFHAqP-3wyZ1thI2oXJOOczqj-EvZtKh0185K-7AwyYspfe82_rZwroMRohUbxrHVHFi5ppEE26HFAMG58j2OLlgfZAvyHv93FT8FB7ZMLY2dThvUKCjW9JkYGFqDJArQ/s1600-h/Stevenson+3.42.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLuoQa-nQwUbFHAqP-3wyZ1thI2oXJOOczqj-EvZtKh0185K-7AwyYspfe82_rZwroMRohUbxrHVHFi5ppEE26HFAMG58j2OLlgfZAvyHv93FT8FB7ZMLY2dThvUKCjW9JkYGFqDJArQ/s400/Stevenson+3.42.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149528267640095938" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chloe Stevenson: </span>Knowledge, with a LTW to be Chief of Staff<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Aries: 6 neat, 9 outgoing, 6 active, 4 serious, 6 nice<br /></div><br />My mother haunted the house that night. I think she was sad that she died and missed her granddaughter's birthday. She always did love a good party.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-TvJ3j0zCCssePgZQ6MUWFd6PYBW9fC5rb4Dst_QHtg-JZUV0bJ8AM_b4KigErtvWMzzz5LD_nMYutwAAJ6SvAjBWPfxAC7J24qJAMQhv9eoQWX0odLKQzfbla5KOw91yagI7MhzZbQ/s1600-h/Stevenson+3.43.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-TvJ3j0zCCssePgZQ6MUWFd6PYBW9fC5rb4Dst_QHtg-JZUV0bJ8AM_b4KigErtvWMzzz5LD_nMYutwAAJ6SvAjBWPfxAC7J24qJAMQhv9eoQWX0odLKQzfbla5KOw91yagI7MhzZbQ/s400/Stevenson+3.43.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149528718611662034" border="0" /></a><br />She managed to scare both my daughters, who were thrilled about it, and my wife, who was not. She stayed outside though, so I think we're pretty much safe if we're not stargazing at night.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsO1ueg4BBVWfTUy3C_NGXuJEreGgiXQG8WVwbjKi9ckAVY6lqt6_OeBUXK-MG_2r8WuPskE0hOeQFVTn5fitTgc5VnsJBZar3E7AdGTZ1jWhAPIHPssALGwX-mUf16fETk04EN5v5Jg/s1600-h/Stevenson+3.48.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsO1ueg4BBVWfTUy3C_NGXuJEreGgiXQG8WVwbjKi9ckAVY6lqt6_OeBUXK-MG_2r8WuPskE0hOeQFVTn5fitTgc5VnsJBZar3E7AdGTZ1jWhAPIHPssALGwX-mUf16fETk04EN5v5Jg/s400/Stevenson+3.48.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149529354266821858" border="0" /></a><br />At least safe from the ghosts. The computer broke down and Cathy insisted on fixing it herself, though I was worried senseless that something would happen to her. I don't want to lose another loved one so soon after my mother. She was fine, but next time that computer breaks down I'm buying a new one before she notices.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiydPPyb8C_xNO5MuOr1ei3SDVgJV_o_dXybtgvsdcKw1zSIwfUMV2g9K6FgIs695cj6O286pXSONEb2qy2PtSxEwb0HxeFbDavEC1lHgCAxRL8BIKhuKIH_Wfo-MyRfNtxvtrLPJzRCQ/s1600-h/Stevenson+3.46.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiydPPyb8C_xNO5MuOr1ei3SDVgJV_o_dXybtgvsdcKw1zSIwfUMV2g9K6FgIs695cj6O286pXSONEb2qy2PtSxEwb0HxeFbDavEC1lHgCAxRL8BIKhuKIH_Wfo-MyRfNtxvtrLPJzRCQ/s400/Stevenson+3.46.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149530015691785458" border="0" /></a><br />Finally, it was time for the twins to leave for college at the end of the week. They racked up quite a few scholarships each, so I'm sure they'll do fine. They're moving in with their older brother, so at least they already know someone there. And he promised to show them around once they arrive.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrcRQkxG50NWXnJtIQfwl2vYghz0vYQvt1k894nuc34zbFmzzEOW477gly3Hwa88iLqaMfLskIb1AvPXKnvS0XgTjh6m8UWXyKbxEpnLuU5QI4saGy7dhLRGs6FwebZHZSVZqUucXf1g/s1600-h/Stevenson+3.47.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrcRQkxG50NWXnJtIQfwl2vYghz0vYQvt1k894nuc34zbFmzzEOW477gly3Hwa88iLqaMfLskIb1AvPXKnvS0XgTjh6m8UWXyKbxEpnLuU5QI4saGy7dhLRGs6FwebZHZSVZqUucXf1g/s400/Stevenson+3.47.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149530810260735234" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />End of round accomplishments:<br /></span>- Michael and Cathleen both became Captain Hero<br />- Samantha had 50 dream dates and died in Perma Plat, with maximum influence and maxed relationships to all her family members<br />- Sophie and Hendrik reached the top of their teen careers<br />- Chloe had a monsted birthday party and grew to a teen<br />- The twins racked up some scholarships and moved to college<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Points this round:</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br />- 10 for Samantha's LTW to have 50 dream dates<br />- 10 more since that was also her IW<br />- 2 for Michael and Cathleen's TOC </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"></span>Elliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526486110769200701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668540428582072014.post-85645689865754283592007-11-18T11:47:00.000-08:002007-11-18T13:30:54.508-08:00Week 2: UniversityHello all, it's me again, Arcadia, finally at university and away from all my dad and stepmom's babies. Man, it's nice to have some time to yourself without having to change a diaper every few seconds. Here's a picture of me just after I arrived. As much as I like it here, they really could have issued me a nicer dress. Eww, pink!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ervy7NmjJ55-pgdQ44RP4Mb8EHEMCaQboNutZpkIZ_ytosdHERMrVjPf4It82E8-X4qLMbUQ7hfUGaxiPsK76dKM5qCVo83CpGWl594fWG7B_WvsOLMW1FPBHwkH8dn9IxrSBT8DzQ/s1600-h/Uni+1.2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ervy7NmjJ55-pgdQ44RP4Mb8EHEMCaQboNutZpkIZ_ytosdHERMrVjPf4It82E8-X4qLMbUQ7hfUGaxiPsK76dKM5qCVo83CpGWl594fWG7B_WvsOLMW1FPBHwkH8dn9IxrSBT8DzQ/s400/Uni+1.2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134274309307477138" border="0" /></a><br />These are my housemates, Frederik and Sarah. Sarah's a good friend of mine from work, so we decided to shack up together. That was before I knew that she's be liplocked with her boyfriend 24/7. But ah well, I can deal. At least they don't wake me up in the middle of the night like the babies. Something about waiting until they're married. They're sickeningly sweet.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwllJrF4_xnk1GvA62px7_I0HL7thMRxTGbGl0QezvOuRvQpJdFResbk_gqv4g1wP9dGQOPZuDrCbDG1gEAG0CW9HJeut1cGiAhEU1Kzr07haafSei0Rwl4kTinE3YtulZOE7EZA0ing/s1600-h/Uni+1.1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwllJrF4_xnk1GvA62px7_I0HL7thMRxTGbGl0QezvOuRvQpJdFResbk_gqv4g1wP9dGQOPZuDrCbDG1gEAG0CW9HJeut1cGiAhEU1Kzr07haafSei0Rwl4kTinE3YtulZOE7EZA0ing/s400/Uni+1.1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134274240588000386" border="0" /></a><br />Talking about marriage, one of the first things that Frederik did after we got here was ask Sarah to marry him. Says he wants to grow old with her and everything and have ten babies. Of course she said yes. Seriously, they're worse than my parents. Talk about population explosion! But hey, as I said, they're not going to start with that until after we graduate, so I'm not too fussed.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUOPeHACPg9GbQcGLmHOTxBcJud_ahY4IDD9mIa7mLde_a8NcaOqCZD5lBm7LsfjwfRWfcwM6XLFLUSWxUbJCaD-9kp19-3kYfl79AHXfjCxgXvZKkBD9iql1g5VEKXM0R3DzzST7ZHQ/s1600-h/Uni+1.3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUOPeHACPg9GbQcGLmHOTxBcJud_ahY4IDD9mIa7mLde_a8NcaOqCZD5lBm7LsfjwfRWfcwM6XLFLUSWxUbJCaD-9kp19-3kYfl79AHXfjCxgXvZKkBD9iql1g5VEKXM0R3DzzST7ZHQ/s400/Uni+1.3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134274189048392818" border="0" /></a><br />They're both very serious about their studying, especially Frederik. Says he'll have to bring in loads of money to support a large family and he'll need a good education for that. So he started writing his term paper right away. I'm sure he'll get top grades if he continues this way.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhytsVnZfobj8iL9sEO6ERnGxuW-HWocoXnG1adj7-xKca0FTKl1Gs1wW35R2kFVE9AzuoMu9citT_C7TfDz-GldF_f1b0-HUIgQJZeA-Ba5dS0tzyy_XVbyoTARgkY8IhTsGRIOgz0Vg/s1600-h/Uni+1.4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhytsVnZfobj8iL9sEO6ERnGxuW-HWocoXnG1adj7-xKca0FTKl1Gs1wW35R2kFVE9AzuoMu9citT_C7TfDz-GldF_f1b0-HUIgQJZeA-Ba5dS0tzyy_XVbyoTARgkY8IhTsGRIOgz0Vg/s400/Uni+1.4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134276594230078626" border="0" /></a><br />I personally have other methods of getting good grades. Why work your backside off writing papers when you can just schmooze up to your professors a bit? Seriously, they're such pushovers. All you need is a tight top and a short skirt and they're putty in your hands. Sarah picked up this outfit for me when she was out the other day. Way more my style than the pink frock. Black is beautiful, after all! Frederik seemed less than thrilled when he saw me doing this though. I think he thinks I'm a bit of a slut. Meh, just because I'm not a goody two shoes like him and Sarah...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBAdYSzgnLy9M3O3v_oHtBbOAT1hXK8KFA_YNzRxTKAw0X9gkaf7vBhY8AHhx6zfJmn0vBg90jxMC0I8U-6X9ByCJe6SR_saq7rHW64PCHY0Ml_XdbooNUgwbr4-sI0ILHZ4uAo9kyLg/s1600-h/Uni+1.9.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBAdYSzgnLy9M3O3v_oHtBbOAT1hXK8KFA_YNzRxTKAw0X9gkaf7vBhY8AHhx6zfJmn0vBg90jxMC0I8U-6X9ByCJe6SR_saq7rHW64PCHY0Ml_XdbooNUgwbr4-sI0ILHZ4uAo9kyLg/s400/Uni+1.9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134273841156041778" border="0" /></a><br />The other day we had a visitor. This pregnant chick just walked straight through the door and started munching on our victuals. What's with that, eh? We're poor college students, we can't afford to feed half the hood! Talk about an invasion of privacy. We'll have to start locking the doors. That cheerleader girl keeps just barging in as well. And to think I assumed we'd have a bit of privacy if we moved to our own house.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkQSZohgMf-FSb_5oXrihSx5XWgFYYdH4ETkIhaitSydU668lh_FEs5yv2r8kpDs3_13nmhA-OGMg5CWSoscm3nBpOUVPKIMp0Bu3gIAN18DpMywiJx_LK_X2ryb2i7bEzvBtIvnnazw/s1600-h/Uni+1.6.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkQSZohgMf-FSb_5oXrihSx5XWgFYYdH4ETkIhaitSydU668lh_FEs5yv2r8kpDs3_13nmhA-OGMg5CWSoscm3nBpOUVPKIMp0Bu3gIAN18DpMywiJx_LK_X2ryb2i7bEzvBtIvnnazw/s400/Uni+1.6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134274021544668242" border="0" /></a><br />You know who else just barged in? This police chick from back home, Demi Love! I decided to hide upstairs just in case, but she was more interested in Sarah. Seemed strange to me, since Sarah's the last person who would even think of breaking the law.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbx-4TOfVPB-q7bev7ohudS62w43tJWUx8z0F9dSrK6AtNpcvuHKGz1oypsDgFI6Q70hhVWKiKO-TMpqgv9KaaEEMaiIVchpCio-QfvoZVSZKaTJWhf2AURNBI0-znGNpnIZ4ob77f_Q/s1600-h/Uni+1.7.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbx-4TOfVPB-q7bev7ohudS62w43tJWUx8z0F9dSrK6AtNpcvuHKGz1oypsDgFI6Q70hhVWKiKO-TMpqgv9KaaEEMaiIVchpCio-QfvoZVSZKaTJWhf2AURNBI0-znGNpnIZ4ob77f_Q/s400/Uni+1.7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134273935645322306" border="0" /></a><br />Of course I found out what was up just the next day, when someone actually came for me. Not Demil, though, one of her colleagues. Don't remember his name. He's not very cute, so it's not as if it's important anyway.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho-zwRxgPueFnPvpSWFqdSLNrL_BkDEwZjZ6rdxOdcNRleGHuvBNvG4JiTGtajlNMlRpfty7tDhpbKkVOZp02Q4KjD12HHps0_1HT0r-8xytPdFo9A0xngxqK8hOxLYlwumL8wT1wj_g/s1600-h/Uni+1.10.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho-zwRxgPueFnPvpSWFqdSLNrL_BkDEwZjZ6rdxOdcNRleGHuvBNvG4JiTGtajlNMlRpfty7tDhpbKkVOZp02Q4KjD12HHps0_1HT0r-8xytPdFo9A0xngxqK8hOxLYlwumL8wT1wj_g/s400/Uni+1.10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134273720896957474" border="0" /></a><br />Instead of dropping me off at the police station, he brought me to this cool looking building that I later found out was the headquarters of the secret society. How exciting! I love being part of the in crowd.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc1RvwUwUARW1iVH3hHWhdOUyYgB2xTMvl3uuwl_6tFnHj6wuK7pwldp0uNzZUUvmJkNlwg63NenSBaqeXHMqyRKWUDkR4gZuz2tf_7aCBFTwwP7z8eN5cmLkq0kvWH2EvmGSaqPepjQ/s1600-h/Uni+1.11.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc1RvwUwUARW1iVH3hHWhdOUyYgB2xTMvl3uuwl_6tFnHj6wuK7pwldp0uNzZUUvmJkNlwg63NenSBaqeXHMqyRKWUDkR4gZuz2tf_7aCBFTwwP7z8eN5cmLkq0kvWH2EvmGSaqPepjQ/s400/Uni+1.11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134273622112709650" border="0" /></a><br />They have some pretty neat gimmicks in that house as well. Like this lie detector thing. Now I'm pretty good at bending the truth, but it seems not good enough. I got the shock of a lifetime from that one. Not sure whether I'm a big fan of the technique.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRSDtDZP4u4n5lAh4x9GiDErPZtM1K5ozyjGzDWFi0ihzorXG0V2H1Sa6dl65M5O-FzshSpHWVFcyn5w3Ycz5uwJBpLncHyrxpCcRj0D44Xc2Rg4rxONP3C00K8royMxAVbV1qpTiVtA/s1600-h/Uni+1.12.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRSDtDZP4u4n5lAh4x9GiDErPZtM1K5ozyjGzDWFi0ihzorXG0V2H1Sa6dl65M5O-FzshSpHWVFcyn5w3Ycz5uwJBpLncHyrxpCcRj0D44Xc2Rg4rxONP3C00K8royMxAVbV1qpTiVtA/s400/Uni+1.12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134273531918396418" border="0" /></a><br />Oh yeah, gratuitous 'dream date under the moonlight' shot. Sarah seemed thrilled by Frederik's advances. I personally think he sounds like a tortured cat in heat, but I'm not about to tell them that.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrz_lb9HxgzSvNdNrq8uQmuOh0GnBiMwNGc-GKX_0ED5bYtsr4k2YxZOnCSE0Cu6fba6uAA3Q2FgO5or8o3cCO2MmlNnpfznagg7joBV5MZJg2Gn_95tfjEeZ3psMQEy5rK_itonHAoQ/s1600-h/Uni+1.13.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrz_lb9HxgzSvNdNrq8uQmuOh0GnBiMwNGc-GKX_0ED5bYtsr4k2YxZOnCSE0Cu6fba6uAA3Q2FgO5or8o3cCO2MmlNnpfznagg7joBV5MZJg2Gn_95tfjEeZ3psMQEy5rK_itonHAoQ/s400/Uni+1.13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134273458903952370" border="0" /></a><br />I spent most of <span style="font-style: italic;">my</span> free time making new friends and catching up with the old ones. I'm one of the most popular girls I know. Of course, that doesn't mean I'm going to stop meeting new people. I still haven't found the man of my dreams, after all.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmXoUKSMZGaRHBoeFX14v72jceyLoiXlv_yLAhLKN4R6FVWuwhib3jOhi6mn6KwmjZmKN1EgB-kDaALMgyFgnGvndiEAecO4CiS6WCQOl-D_3VGxnEEEcQFZ8PFrxZgOzb1DPfDH7yxw/s1600-h/Uni+1.14.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmXoUKSMZGaRHBoeFX14v72jceyLoiXlv_yLAhLKN4R6FVWuwhib3jOhi6mn6KwmjZmKN1EgB-kDaALMgyFgnGvndiEAecO4CiS6WCQOl-D_3VGxnEEEcQFZ8PFrxZgOzb1DPfDH7yxw/s400/Uni+1.14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134273368709639138" border="0" /></a><br />All I get are weirdos that are way too interested in my assets. You know, I wouldn't mind as much if he was actually cute, but... eww! And no, I don't think it's my fault for running around in my nightie. It's <span style="font-style: italic;">my</span> house I can do whatever I please. I guess it's just a bad habit I picked up from home. With so many babies you're glad if you can skip the changing and just run around in your jammies all day. After all, if you wear your nicest clothes they're bound to pick exactly that moment to puke all over you.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhusGjavdHaf3b6Vv3FI3wXU0HRPSTfgLUqoWpuHjuFrbJVtfyNxxcsZx8nOI_nQN2ZWTevdhSI6yWNWIEU0sNayolM_RIWnNDIYlhIBEtxqUSk-VLVSomLuM4uyUBloTIPyEpGE1QdEQ/s1600-h/Uni+1.15.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhusGjavdHaf3b6Vv3FI3wXU0HRPSTfgLUqoWpuHjuFrbJVtfyNxxcsZx8nOI_nQN2ZWTevdhSI6yWNWIEU0sNayolM_RIWnNDIYlhIBEtxqUSk-VLVSomLuM4uyUBloTIPyEpGE1QdEQ/s400/Uni+1.15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134273287105260498" border="0" /></a><br />Me and Sarah have gotten quite close, despite our disagreeances on Frederik's singing abilities. The girl makes a mean chili con carne. At least I'm not going to starve to death before I graduate.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPVXfHpy9EPsE1A5TzeQJ6rTbDXjBD0R6AQeEvL2NIHkpqWYEQXIVydCy5LwQYB5SRsTsWLr3Xijzq_dibnuf3PKzAC-cHDR2XyZYncFi2OGHp9ikzG2S7OyDm3C0v5b34VWITfJi9eA/s1600-h/Uni+1.16.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPVXfHpy9EPsE1A5TzeQJ6rTbDXjBD0R6AQeEvL2NIHkpqWYEQXIVydCy5LwQYB5SRsTsWLr3Xijzq_dibnuf3PKzAC-cHDR2XyZYncFi2OGHp9ikzG2S7OyDm3C0v5b34VWITfJi9eA/s400/Uni+1.16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134273201205914562" border="0" /></a><br />I even found one or two things that I have in common with Frederik. We're both very big on protecting the environment. I guess it's a start, right?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsBna6Oj7yfZST9S6hgH9r9_uYqxZQFVcs_JiDNVwYyFA8lRUdUUqys7Z3_AyGhEoprTaQeU4KRQq-1A7iyIlJJq1NMm4PEAkIlycv8enrshyphenhyphenktBgESc3GoU4F_2NxO6yTRFBXnhPY5Q/s1600-h/Uni+1.17.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsBna6Oj7yfZST9S6hgH9r9_uYqxZQFVcs_JiDNVwYyFA8lRUdUUqys7Z3_AyGhEoprTaQeU4KRQq-1A7iyIlJJq1NMm4PEAkIlycv8enrshyphenhyphenktBgESc3GoU4F_2NxO6yTRFBXnhPY5Q/s400/Uni+1.17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134273123896503218" border="0" /></a><br />All three of us have become pretty popular around here. and were named big sims on campus. Kind of strange since a lot of my friends aren't even here at college, but I'm not going to complain. It's a pretty neat title. And it means that everyone wants to get to know us and make friends. Maybe we should found a greek house. We constantly have half the campus over at our place anyway.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVj9po5zX82q9sIR4OGyHMac0gPz0gVgcY7LyBU7iHRvRqyAxjiZiHYgl7YU8-mhTt6VtMxelKi-bzdYPpR_uYtSfqyXGpk8vN5J5XQHkxdxnIM2cDUuwWQhgmNEE2QkmpVwfNIArmsA/s1600-h/Uni+1.18.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVj9po5zX82q9sIR4OGyHMac0gPz0gVgcY7LyBU7iHRvRqyAxjiZiHYgl7YU8-mhTt6VtMxelKi-bzdYPpR_uYtSfqyXGpk8vN5J5XQHkxdxnIM2cDUuwWQhgmNEE2QkmpVwfNIArmsA/s400/Uni+1.18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134273020817288098" border="0" /></a><br />With the money we got from getting on the dean's list, as well as one or two dating presents, we got this neat gadget. It's supposed to help with your body skills, but that's kind of difficult when you keep getting thrown out of it. Stupid thing! And I was only running it on slow as well. I don't even want to know how Frederik gets away with spinning on maximum speed. I think I'd puke!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJfG94F52__4r8Bz5zJGtl8UURMon4xg8SM1i4ZkmxqJxAgPci09xWoHlAhQF5-l5A5vBIYsXBfwKhmwn5iv1Pn2SeIjQP-7dVSVd-ubsaC4gfPvVarlkPennSYQSo847jfifvT1asSA/s1600-h/Uni+1.19.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJfG94F52__4r8Bz5zJGtl8UURMon4xg8SM1i4ZkmxqJxAgPci09xWoHlAhQF5-l5A5vBIYsXBfwKhmwn5iv1Pn2SeIjQP-7dVSVd-ubsaC4gfPvVarlkPennSYQSo847jfifvT1asSA/s400/Uni+1.19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134272947802844050" border="0" /></a><br />I eventually managed to do a bit better though, and grew myself some muscles! Who knows, maybe a guy will come along who likes fit sims. In any case it might be useful if I decide to pursue a career in sports or the military like dad.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijxZoSskwrmvfDz9rUqzI5kMFo9OtthS4KyTCc-byES_nciiaCmr3qEDWL5vLUd63lV0ySk_yJ8FrI60v4rsqoiaIPCIdWehfz-lmNnTQs0Gg6ThgL9TKHECK81c-_y9CPH76KlZU_Ng/s1600-h/Uni+1.20.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijxZoSskwrmvfDz9rUqzI5kMFo9OtthS4KyTCc-byES_nciiaCmr3qEDWL5vLUd63lV0ySk_yJ8FrI60v4rsqoiaIPCIdWehfz-lmNnTQs0Gg6ThgL9TKHECK81c-_y9CPH76KlZU_Ng/s400/Uni+1.20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134272887673301890" border="0" /></a><br />Other people didn't do quite as well though. That Stuart guy came over one night, don't remember who invited him, and geve it a shot. Me and my professor thought it was pretty funny, because he kept getting thrown out and he wasn't getting any better either. Maybe it's just not something very suitable for the elderly.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6N9wHsNntPxGqW3LvMr1W-69ojJAeK5qUyr7-MASVyb2sw8Y6S6wkjOQGSw1bn1aTIyV16WuUUPliYPjGxNrTqsth6_rVSF6bPxQ9-DCaWMSbqVw-yQIBmn0Byx2snAUFbBSKkgXJEg/s1600-h/Uni+1.22.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6N9wHsNntPxGqW3LvMr1W-69ojJAeK5qUyr7-MASVyb2sw8Y6S6wkjOQGSw1bn1aTIyV16WuUUPliYPjGxNrTqsth6_rVSF6bPxQ9-DCaWMSbqVw-yQIBmn0Byx2snAUFbBSKkgXJEg/s400/Uni+1.22.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134272745939381090" border="0" /></a><br />Wow, I was actually studying in this photo. I guess I had a bad conscience because Sarah and Frederik were at it all the time and I barely ever did an assignment. But hey, at least I showed up in class, right?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvs6BM_7gmjXoW2tE319kbXyiXSlowIeZhjYi2_gYsgqoj7AOlRSjQ4wwQCKPYKt7mHWib4amLeTO6Dhyphenhyphen3BJtTHi3Qc420VumSIznKipiJg45YayoKtjm9o8MbIFylf6NEm9v6zJPMFA/s1600-h/Uni+1.24.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvs6BM_7gmjXoW2tE319kbXyiXSlowIeZhjYi2_gYsgqoj7AOlRSjQ4wwQCKPYKt7mHWib4amLeTO6Dhyphenhyphen3BJtTHi3Qc420VumSIznKipiJg45YayoKtjm9o8MbIFylf6NEm9v6zJPMFA/s400/Uni+1.24.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134272599910492994" border="0" /></a><br />Sometime during my Sophmore year I decided that I needed a new hobby. So we got ourselves a flower making bench and I tried to make a few bouquets. I'm getting better at it already, and am making a steady profit off the arrangements. I'm no fortune sim, but hey, one can always use a bit of dough!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrDZhUlvX55T3DX7puXYqFNgbxuMwj5zCFZt20kF0276xyH2u2e9gqNjW-OEzWP4V8yUIOcXVx6WoRRncPKXtPkSLU7sV4pjPDR1nvlFtIBRMXHxi7M2NlKariBxAA74qdHoHqYyXM6w/s1600-h/Uni+1.25.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrDZhUlvX55T3DX7puXYqFNgbxuMwj5zCFZt20kF0276xyH2u2e9gqNjW-OEzWP4V8yUIOcXVx6WoRRncPKXtPkSLU7sV4pjPDR1nvlFtIBRMXHxi7M2NlKariBxAA74qdHoHqYyXM6w/s400/Uni+1.25.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134272539780950834" border="0" /></a><br />Sarah found other ways to make money. She started painting and eventually got good enough at it to sell a masterpiece. Pretty sweet, if you ask me. Maybe I should try that as well. I'm pretty decent at anything creative. I used to paint quite a bit at home before the babies were born. I guess Allegra is using my easel now.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6TWEB8aXSEF28gGMGIqdZeuXrouVZaEgsx3zSHiB5pnpkEKwVx96vvuGKTrVvtjuPqQeVE1-unFlGN16tiC4Zu-jaus8GZzooU1CBq6fTirrn_lppBbawcIx0whJjUSvtuheQbfToWA/s1600-h/Uni+1.26.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6TWEB8aXSEF28gGMGIqdZeuXrouVZaEgsx3zSHiB5pnpkEKwVx96vvuGKTrVvtjuPqQeVE1-unFlGN16tiC4Zu-jaus8GZzooU1CBq6fTirrn_lppBbawcIx0whJjUSvtuheQbfToWA/s400/Uni+1.26.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134272475356441378" border="0" /></a><br />As much as I love university, sometimes I do miss home. Less my family, I visit them all the time, but all the boys that I used to hang out with. I wish that at least some of them had decided to attend college as well. At least Hendrik is coming to uni next year though. That'll be cool! He's a lot more fun than his older brother. Maybe he'll even move in with us.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBvBbIx5aQBRvOzBFNb8d_01MCkg39NgLkcTi2-6vIQsnhScmu1_DtarYAqCl3i9maKBHknCJWR7o48hC8ne4yMTLl-Pwsdt3h-Vzmdy3ATTIblzvd4t2tAFIHwTf1bfFMlEnwzoUBCw/s1600-h/Uni+1.27.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBvBbIx5aQBRvOzBFNb8d_01MCkg39NgLkcTi2-6vIQsnhScmu1_DtarYAqCl3i9maKBHknCJWR7o48hC8ne4yMTLl-Pwsdt3h-Vzmdy3ATTIblzvd4t2tAFIHwTf1bfFMlEnwzoUBCw/s400/Uni+1.27.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134272282082913026" border="0" /></a><br />Oh, and since I'm halfway through my education already, I finally had to make up my mind about what I want to do once I graduate. I decided that hey, the romancing bit has worked for me so far, right, so why not continue this way? Not like I ever wanted to get married and have kids anyway. And having loads of top businesses is way strenuous. I think I'd rather become an athlete instead, now that I've worked out and all.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJJDcrPHYRAz28TCz7-PssJueT61b6YnNuJ-39mhUOxNS1R3GBIKV9TkaSUPXkOlcR2zHikbDmLn4fjo6mHcYk4-56XBNbo4OKIuLGXfs_UjQ_FaRXlqcPsmc9PJpW-UDvmzy5f0LBfQ/s1600-h/Uni+1.28.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJJDcrPHYRAz28TCz7-PssJueT61b6YnNuJ-39mhUOxNS1R3GBIKV9TkaSUPXkOlcR2zHikbDmLn4fjo6mHcYk4-56XBNbo4OKIuLGXfs_UjQ_FaRXlqcPsmc9PJpW-UDvmzy5f0LBfQ/s400/Uni+1.28.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134272191888599794" border="0" /></a><br />Well, that's it for our first two years here. Have fun back at the hood! Next time you join us we'll probably have a few more people in the house, since Hendrik and Sophie are moving in with us. And maybe we'll finally get down to founding that greek house.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">End of round accomplishments:<br /></span>- Sarah and Frederik get engaged<br />- Sarah, Frederik and Arcadia finish their first 2 years with a 4.0 average<br />- All three students become big sims on campus and are accepted into the secret society<br />- Arcadia starts wooing her professors and decides that she's interested in a life of romance<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Points this round:<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">- 3 for 3 big sims on campus<br />- 3 for 3 sims accepted into the SS<br /></span>Elliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526486110769200701noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668540428582072014.post-65962249369680228362007-11-18T09:37:00.000-08:002007-12-31T10:00:33.357-08:00Week 2: StuartHello and welcome back to the Stuart residence. When you left us last week, Amy had just started her new job in the business field while I stayed at home with our son. She's been doing very well and is already rising in the ranks. It's only a matter of time until she becomes athe first Business Tycoon of Prosperity Pinnacle.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6DZw8MgCqRIO5VsVafxqOImrFtd4dH6CITG-8PU4lvlGUvoZRWpAohbEi9G-ix5RdROG39PYBVmsHl_Wh9AqJELRm1AGIe3XTWtrwL90lDcPMZ31sDGxC-RAigP7POdxcSPoYf7KPWg/s1600-h/Stuart+2.1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6DZw8MgCqRIO5VsVafxqOImrFtd4dH6CITG-8PU4lvlGUvoZRWpAohbEi9G-ix5RdROG39PYBVmsHl_Wh9AqJELRm1AGIe3XTWtrwL90lDcPMZ31sDGxC-RAigP7POdxcSPoYf7KPWg/s400/Stuart+2.1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134236221537495426" border="0" /></a><br />That didn't mean she neglected her child though. She was there for his birthday and even helped him blow out the candles. Isn't he a gorgeous child? We didn't have a huge party. He's just a baby after all. Maybe when he gets a bit older and has friends of his own he can invite them over.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUL5snAbcW2PvJQ3FA-H89iL1ocDP09q2I87iLo4my00MsG-esljbSd_Q40MSS9hniCMzyZw8V-XD_iFfh-F92mdVyYLpsgJDxTlGBeJAfdbY2Azkdvqn0tz6eApNqhhYQuaoyfsHitQ/s1600-h/Stuart+2.2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUL5snAbcW2PvJQ3FA-H89iL1ocDP09q2I87iLo4my00MsG-esljbSd_Q40MSS9hniCMzyZw8V-XD_iFfh-F92mdVyYLpsgJDxTlGBeJAfdbY2Azkdvqn0tz6eApNqhhYQuaoyfsHitQ/s400/Stuart+2.2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134236363271416210" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Apollo Stuart: </span>Gemini; 4 sloppy, 9 outgoing, 8 active, 3 serious, 3 grouchy<br /></div><br />Of course, I had much more time on my hands so I took it upon myself to teach Apollo all of the skills he will need in life. Sure, at the moment it's only talking and using the potty, but one day I'm hoping to be able to pass down my money making skills as well.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvs_J08xQhwuAKPWjLPEmL1ylf7hYFxb45-eFuqBCrngOJ1z-vAdNyg0ErcefGXjblbtl0ME6Mn8AFfB1wkRqn50uEhvhzMUpYz7jOP-2q0bY-HKfD1RRRrCdEGHW_va6KTJTHRzDzDA/s1600-h/Stuart+2.3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvs_J08xQhwuAKPWjLPEmL1ylf7hYFxb45-eFuqBCrngOJ1z-vAdNyg0ErcefGXjblbtl0ME6Mn8AFfB1wkRqn50uEhvhzMUpYz7jOP-2q0bY-HKfD1RRRrCdEGHW_va6KTJTHRzDzDA/s400/Stuart+2.3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134236560839911842" border="0" /></a><br />I think this is a pleasant neighbourhood most of the time, but sometimes I wonder about the sanity of it's inhabitants. This Goopy guy looked positively shifty while sneaking past our house in broad dailight. I wonder what he was up to. Hopefully not trying to break into our house, in any case! We have a burglar alarm though, so the police would pick him right up if he tried anything stupid. Still, I'm glad I don't have to leave my child home alone with these kinds of people lurking around.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs8aWPClaWj4CM0aBHgQ75nLe_YIf374R59WduLABE5x7QMmdCOROLerJwqr846MyZowpqxPsjcC6Rz_LxL_6tebaIJ57oWIbVTfWKTHVhEee9YthDGq3pNij19_nntUINhVgsnElzaQ/s1600-h/Stuart+2.4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs8aWPClaWj4CM0aBHgQ75nLe_YIf374R59WduLABE5x7QMmdCOROLerJwqr846MyZowpqxPsjcC6Rz_LxL_6tebaIJ57oWIbVTfWKTHVhEee9YthDGq3pNij19_nntUINhVgsnElzaQ/s400/Stuart+2.4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134239202244798898" border="0" /></a><br />And then there's that McMillan girl. I swear we've never even talked to her once and she goes stealing our newspaper. How rude! Definitely not someone I want to get to know more closely. And let's not even begin to talk about her grandmother. ((Nobody in the family knew her at all. I guess this is her 0 nice points talking, lol))<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuDbpx4SN3Ewm6exXApY57CjEMhuVGLL-EFwyYxS2fcEqSRGVlfKOHHKwkXBT9JLnJgJIR_qwuK8MzFO6bO2rGignbIRp6KaLMRQzZrjTHMQjodoE2J07TDlqe4AJZY38qhDKOGhs8xA/s1600-h/Stuart+2.5.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuDbpx4SN3Ewm6exXApY57CjEMhuVGLL-EFwyYxS2fcEqSRGVlfKOHHKwkXBT9JLnJgJIR_qwuK8MzFO6bO2rGignbIRp6KaLMRQzZrjTHMQjodoE2J07TDlqe4AJZY38qhDKOGhs8xA/s400/Stuart+2.5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134239279554210242" border="0" /></a><br />Amy's really racking in the promotions now. I guess they've seen her potential. It seems that all that working on skills during her pregnancy really paid off. She's got her bases covered where that's concerned. And we've got loads of connections through our business. I couldn't be more proud! I guess that might be the reason for the newspaper stealing. They're all just jealous of our success. Yes, that must be it. I heard that Keira girl wants to be a Business Tycoon as well. Well, not with that attitude young lady!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4uJ7IpV421wBFlAtbSSFEjQn8mkh24HhxGCdp7SORQYOkPNCQX45qrt0sPmk4pnx12mL7zuej8wx4Yik_kua1KqZBwbcKydVamQJTYBP1FE70v5a3x8Xc75PCJ_j0l23wzjuPa9-mHg/s1600-h/Stuart+2.6.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4uJ7IpV421wBFlAtbSSFEjQn8mkh24HhxGCdp7SORQYOkPNCQX45qrt0sPmk4pnx12mL7zuej8wx4Yik_kua1KqZBwbcKydVamQJTYBP1FE70v5a3x8Xc75PCJ_j0l23wzjuPa9-mHg/s400/Stuart+2.6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134241384088185298" border="0" /></a><br />Well, <span style="font-style: italic;">I</span> definitely don't resent her success. Our love is as alive as ever. We're being more careful about preventing more pregnancies now though, unlike some of our neighbours. That daughter of mine is crazy, having so many kids. Apollo's got more cousins than he can count! Although... I guess technically he's their uncle. We'll have to invite the whole bunch over at some point so that he can actually get to know them. Or maybe he can just go to their house. I do <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> want a bunch of kids ruining my expensive furniture.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8cB1HA7hZD77ltPhm7Wbzy4GE7MGLjGM4D2wb3IH0RjanqZINnAf3UCHyoULC5z9VCMYK-GdtMLWk8f3RyGET6JehI8vxQXvQMcnogsz3SHP8UcEG9r0D6H5v2knDHCZsHvmOPuz-Kw/s1600-h/Stuart+2.7.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8cB1HA7hZD77ltPhm7Wbzy4GE7MGLjGM4D2wb3IH0RjanqZINnAf3UCHyoULC5z9VCMYK-GdtMLWk8f3RyGET6JehI8vxQXvQMcnogsz3SHP8UcEG9r0D6H5v2knDHCZsHvmOPuz-Kw/s400/Stuart+2.7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134242316096088546" border="0" /></a><br />Three promotions in as many days. Not bad, eh? Though it's pretty stressful for Amy since she never seems to be getting days off. But she says that once she's reached the top of her career she'll take a well earned vacation. I'm looking forward to it. Maybe we could even take a trip somewhere.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi10tNGIPXw1b4rF1h_FfmtGcsPly9j42XUwkDSZ3mSiLLTDVAmjXV60N7BoPK8F06Nli2fuhfVs9xj134UvN3NyxhFIuocntX0aOtgjw-1E_Ek-fz-R23tRlUGmgizcTtioywzkt8ZFw/s1600-h/Stuart+2.8.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi10tNGIPXw1b4rF1h_FfmtGcsPly9j42XUwkDSZ3mSiLLTDVAmjXV60N7BoPK8F06Nli2fuhfVs9xj134UvN3NyxhFIuocntX0aOtgjw-1E_Ek-fz-R23tRlUGmgizcTtioywzkt8ZFw/s400/Stuart+2.8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134242702643145202" border="0" /></a><br />Meanwhile I haven't been idle either. While Apollo was sleeping, I worked on my painting skills. It's one of the few good ways for a man my age to earn money. I never thought I would be an artist in my old age, but I guess you <span style="font-style: italic;">can</span> still teach old dogs new tricks.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNe7DG7ogMnT4D4AphKwya5ncXi1x9UpAdbJTDlhA2oVvNC8lqLRgjUWXFDUb4FxzryfbHARsIBeRbliCyGnK8gT2VBv_cjBsGs8SybgOvBiRN8zG6CtDcWKyZ1UreHSR0VvxExlA4Zg/s1600-h/Stuart+2.9.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNe7DG7ogMnT4D4AphKwya5ncXi1x9UpAdbJTDlhA2oVvNC8lqLRgjUWXFDUb4FxzryfbHARsIBeRbliCyGnK8gT2VBv_cjBsGs8SybgOvBiRN8zG6CtDcWKyZ1UreHSR0VvxExlA4Zg/s400/Stuart+2.9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134243437082552834" border="0" /></a><br />I made much more money in a different way though. I finally decided to sell off Little 'n Local. Fetched a nice sum as well, since it was running so well. I wish the new owner all the luck with it. Though I hope they start selling something other than art. Because I invested most of the money into buying that gallery in Bluewater.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM3pymbx3mJfVOmAa7Qnrpnzm8bG4ghArBQy76ooh5BhOIR5oWi_a8LaGR3YG4NpLawcFMqPuA6-L-sVj5aZ2VFSqCBaRGrx7Y5k0kPpg-LplHWUBzLieNmp4hlyKcXJWR98LlQ6Jixg/s1600-h/Stuart+2.10.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM3pymbx3mJfVOmAa7Qnrpnzm8bG4ghArBQy76ooh5BhOIR5oWi_a8LaGR3YG4NpLawcFMqPuA6-L-sVj5aZ2VFSqCBaRGrx7Y5k0kPpg-LplHWUBzLieNmp4hlyKcXJWR98LlQ6Jixg/s400/Stuart+2.10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134244029788039698" border="0" /></a><br />Sure enough, no sooner had Amy become CEO than they already promoted her on to Business Tycoon. She's at the top of her game! Are we really expected to do the whole charity thing now though? I guess it <span style="font-style: italic;">would </span>help with the jealous neighbours. Ah well, I guess there's no harm in passing on a bit of the dough. Maybe we'll start giving out stipendiums to poor orphans or something. That should get those McMillan kids out of our hair, and maybe they'll even teach them some manners at uni.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik8xmJop4qCS839QFyAPKdyclYvLEiUcd3nouV1V5U9x_8VCHTg9cz_sdI_XFJ19TJLKb-t4zjN22zrULWFi3womWqqcp2GUQ_zpbyJYeygOX2KF8E0aJuFYB0Chzv7jR7pycArsUJeQ/s1600-h/Stuart+2.11.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik8xmJop4qCS839QFyAPKdyclYvLEiUcd3nouV1V5U9x_8VCHTg9cz_sdI_XFJ19TJLKb-t4zjN22zrULWFi3womWqqcp2GUQ_zpbyJYeygOX2KF8E0aJuFYB0Chzv7jR7pycArsUJeQ/s400/Stuart+2.11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134244459284769314" border="0" /></a><br />After that, Amy finally got some well earned rest. Just in time for our boy to grow up into a child. Here she is helping him blow out the candles once again. I can't be doing that myself. My lungs aren't what they used to be. I've always had slight asthma, you know.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgatwgcTJjwotqwKp4_pVx3fs6KvjhqkxtqC-kZRb0DQyEpa8Qj9lIwNrEl9Ow9faCf5tHW7h3Qn-f1qi9YBcmb3i0DmQNaXlwz6RQVakBLvkmLoES2K7EwwZR6Wh8PJaSOUWEobGJI9A/s1600-h/Stuart+2.12.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgatwgcTJjwotqwKp4_pVx3fs6KvjhqkxtqC-kZRb0DQyEpa8Qj9lIwNrEl9Ow9faCf5tHW7h3Qn-f1qi9YBcmb3i0DmQNaXlwz6RQVakBLvkmLoES2K7EwwZR6Wh8PJaSOUWEobGJI9A/s400/Stuart+2.12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134245704825285170" border="0" /></a><br />And there he is, all grown up. Reminds me a lot of his old man when I was younger. Shame he didn't get his mother's blond hair though. I love her hair. It's one of the things that attracted me to her from the start.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqZdVUeoGksVDtQFd4b3GmN9guv-4HvMa3AvOg2-FSOutXlRvdhK7By5OH98h-KEFhhvf7Reo6fpU_0POF7gT407hDAAPEQHOvyKjGE1VV9Fdj0csSoJ1wlgzxolIAmFR6RCziy_t9bg/s1600-h/Stuart+2.13.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqZdVUeoGksVDtQFd4b3GmN9guv-4HvMa3AvOg2-FSOutXlRvdhK7By5OH98h-KEFhhvf7Reo6fpU_0POF7gT407hDAAPEQHOvyKjGE1VV9Fdj0csSoJ1wlgzxolIAmFR6RCziy_t9bg/s400/Stuart+2.13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134246155796851266" border="0" /></a><br />He's a very active child. We installed a bowling alley behind the house and he spent ages working on his game. His technique is a bit unique, but boy, his score is up there with the best of 'em. Of course Amy's still the best in the house where anything physical is concerned. She's got abs of steel after all that time in the army, even after the pregnancy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVT4KcQgkeTKtQhH1mRF7S-xDPX5BO5Ngqr6AKSh_nHXj3B4HgWH1_uPYbr4A87MHYzu_uhOr5wpDUdfGI4W72eTTpsu6m2FpHt3UBYBAnjAaWlZI9RuzkOd8Q_4yhxxbioUtgX8PIGw/s1600-h/Stuart+2.14.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVT4KcQgkeTKtQhH1mRF7S-xDPX5BO5Ngqr6AKSh_nHXj3B4HgWH1_uPYbr4A87MHYzu_uhOr5wpDUdfGI4W72eTTpsu6m2FpHt3UBYBAnjAaWlZI9RuzkOd8Q_4yhxxbioUtgX8PIGw/s400/Stuart+2.14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134246675487894098" border="0" /></a><br />Now that our boy is off to school most of the day, me and Amy decided it was time to take advantage of some of her vacation time and work on our now business. After all, we haven't been there at all since I bought it. I don't think I could manage running it on my own, and I haven't been able to find a suitable employee. They're all just skilless college students or teens and I need someone with a taste in art. Or at least someone who knows how to work the clients like my lovely wife here.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC7f2at7XrXYzuQgglHlJTiXmemb5pVKaFRzHhpKS2lES5MihzNYACOmKCGyA-YoSBCIyJkn2TJm8mHIAjV8nE4FA74Cz79e_lJ5DLVMSwAUzJrkz2O_7YzL861flTVKDZsCVWq_i15A/s1600-h/Stuart+2.15.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC7f2at7XrXYzuQgglHlJTiXmemb5pVKaFRzHhpKS2lES5MihzNYACOmKCGyA-YoSBCIyJkn2TJm8mHIAjV8nE4FA74Cz79e_lJ5DLVMSwAUzJrkz2O_7YzL861flTVKDZsCVWq_i15A/s400/Stuart+2.15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134248277510695522" border="0" /></a><br />She paid special attention to those that seemed unsure about what they needed. Those are the best for selling the really expensive paintings or sculptures to. I usually let her take the men and I'd talk to the ladies. My charm doesn't seem to work the same way on my own sex.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif9zjEOa1aRiRA7cSFmvw8hsjkaG8TYvq-INwxjZ88wyIjDGrrcZd0dkLZHaKNddye6UGGsZ8avr96LXcGUp8suSM9fQLCCtZ90tGb2GTsxnSL016VdKZc0x0mYADPJnJvQjO04e7KFQ/s1600-h/Stuart+2.16.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif9zjEOa1aRiRA7cSFmvw8hsjkaG8TYvq-INwxjZ88wyIjDGrrcZd0dkLZHaKNddye6UGGsZ8avr96LXcGUp8suSM9fQLCCtZ90tGb2GTsxnSL016VdKZc0x0mYADPJnJvQjO04e7KFQ/s400/Stuart+2.16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134256072876337778" border="0" /></a><br />This particular customer was only faking it to see how we'd react though. Seems he liked the way we handled things. Not only did he buy something, he also wrote us a good review. That's bound to be good for business!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw6TEnf2Pv48pMvnqI95TSp76WgdugiTwNOOOkkskCnnprsf91Nr7SYWicbld3wXdk9yZhnKOX0wauTONHKVi1bVFFkIv67Ul0pMSShXgHfesTmY4XYfsiq-Gol3iajzwABcxeApQk5w/s1600-h/Stuart+2.17.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw6TEnf2Pv48pMvnqI95TSp76WgdugiTwNOOOkkskCnnprsf91Nr7SYWicbld3wXdk9yZhnKOX0wauTONHKVi1bVFFkIv67Ul0pMSShXgHfesTmY4XYfsiq-Gol3iajzwABcxeApQk5w/s400/Stuart+2.17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134256910394960514" border="0" /></a><br />After that the gallery became really popular and it wasn't long before I'd made a heck of a lot of cash. 100'000 Simoleans! I don' think I've ever been this happy in my life. I've obviously still got the skills to build a business empire from scratch. And thanks to Amy I also have a beautiful son to leave it to. My life is complete!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKs1dWS-ctnsfmEt_0o8TMsQ3PYpq4mXp3G2lBuDFIg4PO30xKO2G-avTKoCQPjE_q0sMVLRGW2aMgIIzTfSk6MHo39Cr_FBbsn59Sifo1bfwBsvrE71CHW8XBXELHD0RSRAnYs48Dhg/s1600-h/Stuart+2.18.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKs1dWS-ctnsfmEt_0o8TMsQ3PYpq4mXp3G2lBuDFIg4PO30xKO2G-avTKoCQPjE_q0sMVLRGW2aMgIIzTfSk6MHo39Cr_FBbsn59Sifo1bfwBsvrE71CHW8XBXELHD0RSRAnYs48Dhg/s400/Stuart+2.18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134257052128881298" border="0" /></a><br />Of course it just wasn't appropriate for the richest man in Prosperity Pinnacle to send his son to public school, so we invited over the headmaster for dinner to see whether we could change that. Of course it didn't take much convincing for him to see that our boy was perfect for his institution. We should work on our cooking skills though. I wish we could have served him something more than fast food.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitm0ToZsPYEbddZ-sT9xyYnDaDfBn7jX8VQv2Fhyphenhyphen9mAu2C0tg0fkoSUCsFCTFrHJCiHxP-HQRt8VeQkQ_a2X7IX4coLTRyJRUhFAfglnmkkI7ORktBJC-Y6bHepwUXGZ8yeFhfq_b5lg/s1600-h/Stuart+2.19.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitm0ToZsPYEbddZ-sT9xyYnDaDfBn7jX8VQv2Fhyphenhyphen9mAu2C0tg0fkoSUCsFCTFrHJCiHxP-HQRt8VeQkQ_a2X7IX4coLTRyJRUhFAfglnmkkI7ORktBJC-Y6bHepwUXGZ8yeFhfq_b5lg/s400/Stuart+2.19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134257743618615970" border="0" /></a><br />Now that Apollo's in private school, we want him to get god grades too, so of course we helped him study. He hasn't brought home an A+ yet, but then he's only just started out. I'm sure he'll do better once he's settled into the new environment.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyjFmfK9nsYaOQ06krWLIGFhqSqEjwxotHYrVIAx-VEE7sc1lUvAUQdUmXNtX3QnAfG6Svq5jS-xy2OeVKsCClIb1rJEPRN2NmX0dyRBiLvVQjS9umOb6zTsXB7mrbHkEQcCTBkhskcg/s1600-h/Stuart+2.20.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyjFmfK9nsYaOQ06krWLIGFhqSqEjwxotHYrVIAx-VEE7sc1lUvAUQdUmXNtX3QnAfG6Svq5jS-xy2OeVKsCClIb1rJEPRN2NmX0dyRBiLvVQjS9umOb6zTsXB7mrbHkEQcCTBkhskcg/s400/Stuart+2.20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134258104395868850" border="0" /></a><br />Over the weekend, I invited my daughter so that she could get to know her half-brother. They seemed to hit it off quite well. Miranda's always been a very family oriented person, so I'm not surprised. I'm not sure whether I approve of their topic of conversation though. Apollo told me that they'd talked about love. He's a bit young for that, isn't he? We'll have enough trouble with that once he's a teenager!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWiYBT7h9sE0M9y3wuiy1Lqkq8mDP0h4zYDLVpno5ODheL17KhAXGsWuQN1LVamBswciB9kNrDXUneOSQJOF54Ox6GJLX2MMw0rmtohCyKGFE7iID5w6lJdV2tXpXObYlmA9oPQwAh0A/s1600-h/Stuart+2.23.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWiYBT7h9sE0M9y3wuiy1Lqkq8mDP0h4zYDLVpno5ODheL17KhAXGsWuQN1LVamBswciB9kNrDXUneOSQJOF54Ox6GJLX2MMw0rmtohCyKGFE7iID5w6lJdV2tXpXObYlmA9oPQwAh0A/s400/Stuart+2.23.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134258877489982146" border="0" /></a><br />Amy was a tad bit embarrassed about having to serve the headmaster hamburgers, so she decided to work on her cooking skills a bit and serve something more ambitious. It didn't work out so well though. I stil don't know how a pot of chili con carne can catch fire, but there you are. Thankfully Apollo was nowhere near the kitchen, and the fire department put it out quickly.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9nvJzIo6OHGKykpUTh9599UJEAzNahymNhQPIwyYmouNBvfnvKW2u_CF7xCS8eKD6AAHJmae8xJ3t-QAddsM4YGAPs-1-3B6PuAnCdgPPVTq9VrDRyK6PzqQm7qjdq0rY6qCdzS8_6w/s1600-h/Stuart+2.24.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9nvJzIo6OHGKykpUTh9599UJEAzNahymNhQPIwyYmouNBvfnvKW2u_CF7xCS8eKD6AAHJmae8xJ3t-QAddsM4YGAPs-1-3B6PuAnCdgPPVTq9VrDRyK6PzqQm7qjdq0rY6qCdzS8_6w/s400/Stuart+2.24.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134259650584095442" border="0" /></a><br />Seemingly, cooking just isn't her thing, so me and Amy decided to concentrate on the business aspects of life. Since Apollo is too young to take over the business from me directly, I transferred it to her first. And of course I wanted to share some of the secrets I'd amassed over the course of time. It took longer than I'd thought it would though. I still hadn't covered everything by the end of the week.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghoYNnVFuXytRh3w5S0XLlHv4Rxl-yE8V0inMisptscdty-9EbHNT-v-Y14PeNWLSeIIvPBzKXDKkZMKbq6B7XsWMlecYup8hgevKUrD1f4y5xbXQWaKaIVRZWFGMvIQ2InOerLt8_Xg/s1600-h/Stuart+2.21.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghoYNnVFuXytRh3w5S0XLlHv4Rxl-yE8V0inMisptscdty-9EbHNT-v-Y14PeNWLSeIIvPBzKXDKkZMKbq6B7XsWMlecYup8hgevKUrD1f4y5xbXQWaKaIVRZWFGMvIQ2InOerLt8_Xg/s400/Stuart+2.21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134260475217816290" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />End of round accomplishments:<br /></span>- Amy reached her TOC in business and is perma plat<br />- Apollo grows to a toddler and then a child<br />- Henry's business receives a good review and he reaches his LTW/IW of making $100'000<br />- Apollo is accepted into private school and meets his sister<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Points this round:<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">- 1 for Amy's TOC in business<br />- 10 for Henry's IW of making $100'000<br />- 10 more since Henry's IW was also his LTW. Yay! </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Elliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526486110769200701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668540428582072014.post-35149936084954875142007-08-31T15:11:00.001-07:002007-09-01T04:30:52.241-07:00Week 2: McMillanHello! Siobhan McMillan here, and as you can see I've been up to my usual tricks. Monday morning I decided to treat myself to a visit downtown and had a few dates, careful not to get caught. I also bought a bunch of mobile phones, one each for the kids. They'll get them for their birthdays when they turn into teens. I'm hoping that this way I'll still be able to get in a few minutes on the phone myself.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLYUrNJHD6yj0ymycoO7afvsF3ajbqKDzdsQxkJgX0u_AdCtmrtIIMrDcudk2jNapI-u5RPl4hAgrD_Le9lSAFTvlEcmZva39PVRt9yNtLTe14_7v_LjZc8il8KqlC-rn9hBdMC0JeqA/s1600-h/McMillan+2.1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLYUrNJHD6yj0ymycoO7afvsF3ajbqKDzdsQxkJgX0u_AdCtmrtIIMrDcudk2jNapI-u5RPl4hAgrD_Le9lSAFTvlEcmZva39PVRt9yNtLTe14_7v_LjZc8il8KqlC-rn9hBdMC0JeqA/s400/McMillan+2.1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104991311879916050" border="0" /></a><br />I had to come back early though, because that evening I had other plans than to chase men. Or rather, I was chasing other men. I had the headmaster over to see whether I could get the kids accepted. It took quite a bit of schmoozing, since our house is still not really up to scratch, but in the end he let us slide by. I'll have to make a note to thank him for that some other time *wiggles eyebrows*<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQwG7Wvai9yDe8yb73qYQkz5Vtsd62dSd23lc-4FoV_-VZbZBKyU89hGJi8VnSjSozyQHpdJDRtiBY2ffCsGftNi_Jnup9cAAiE6RTFRleHBfdWYeKXYoCwW3iU5-xZ_FSl6i_slBKbw/s1600-h/McMillan+2.2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQwG7Wvai9yDe8yb73qYQkz5Vtsd62dSd23lc-4FoV_-VZbZBKyU89hGJi8VnSjSozyQHpdJDRtiBY2ffCsGftNi_Jnup9cAAiE6RTFRleHBfdWYeKXYoCwW3iU5-xZ_FSl6i_slBKbw/s400/McMillan+2.2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104991320469850658" border="0" /></a><br />I also discovered this really great (though nasty tasting) green liquid that stops one from aging. Now if only I'd found this before I grew old, because unfortunately it can't make me a young woman again. But at least it can stop me from dieing. I'm way not ready to go yet, I'm having far too much fun! Besides, someone has to hold the fort here until Keith comes back from college.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDYnncVRCHqhEh6iF8yWOC_6LEWrctZOPVuhgj00K5Bh3tjgV0A9qdwjK7d9GrLeXE-ENKt1VrgeAJCUeUSn0Khw8iAkiRINgDbsg87OPOrSo7j_LbgE378qzgDUY-2yeLnAqEvV49_w/s1600-h/McMillan+2.4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDYnncVRCHqhEh6iF8yWOC_6LEWrctZOPVuhgj00K5Bh3tjgV0A9qdwjK7d9GrLeXE-ENKt1VrgeAJCUeUSn0Khw8iAkiRINgDbsg87OPOrSo7j_LbgE378qzgDUY-2yeLnAqEvV49_w/s400/McMillan+2.4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104991320469850674" border="0" /></a><br />With all that money I got from selling expensive dating presents, we were able to afford a few luxuries. Like teaching the kids to play an instrument. Keira seems to be esepcially good at it. It's surprising what talents surface when you cultivate them.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdMqrc540Tv0UMruf7nulFWoPz4h-aiypWhQcXDRi0eIQKQ7bQ-VervoNWs-bWj7dcAG1ipJdS9JsPw6e-fC9bJLMA0BJG23eXjLpWJFwftxHLP5Lc1z-eZoVDq47erMH1p6_AS0T2bw/s1600-h/McMillan+2.5.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdMqrc540Tv0UMruf7nulFWoPz4h-aiypWhQcXDRi0eIQKQ7bQ-VervoNWs-bWj7dcAG1ipJdS9JsPw6e-fC9bJLMA0BJG23eXjLpWJFwftxHLP5Lc1z-eZoVDq47erMH1p6_AS0T2bw/s400/McMillan+2.5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104991324764817986" border="0" /></a><br />Of course, with them all going to private school, I just had to take a photo of thme in their new uniforms. I'm sure I never looked so excited to be going to school. Even Keira, with her mean streak, has a smile on her face. Seriously, I swear that kid is trouble. The other day I caught her crank calling one of the neighbourhood teens, who then ran over and blamed her <span style="font-style: italic;">sister</span>. ((She has 0 nice points and is the first kid I've ever had where the option was available. I couldn't resist ;)))<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6eeIBLof1XSNBXtrK7MIWHL2a2wSgxmNwVlAgGbK6jI7rqhtt2zoUdr_7maBwmdLWeXNHtC9Dsa5wIvR24IKh150C9BQlFA6XjAWux-BQ0IZg8HzZ1RENEbFOYLD4x-DxF8H_g1qxdA/s1600-h/McMillan+2.7.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6eeIBLof1XSNBXtrK7MIWHL2a2wSgxmNwVlAgGbK6jI7rqhtt2zoUdr_7maBwmdLWeXNHtC9Dsa5wIvR24IKh150C9BQlFA6XjAWux-BQ0IZg8HzZ1RENEbFOYLD4x-DxF8H_g1qxdA/s400/McMillan+2.7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104991324764818002" border="0" /></a><br />Keira isn't the only one who's talented. Her brother seems to have a real knack for sports. Thata boy! Being on the football team is a surefire way to pick up chicks when he's a bit older. They also all came home with A+ reportcards somewhere along the way. God knows where they take the brains from. Definitely not from me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK4A2UGHHihYhQekDlOGdS9MyQFAH53bBPhIuw8nYN7d2jzHOgh6Reu7Li5RnY5Ob0U_YzxA6KoWobRr2OK7LYnqoqcuCutpB1R7D0cTWCYLf7uyqruuOfEgOrMCFiopHxjPhVGa9wXg/s1600-h/McMillan+2.8.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK4A2UGHHihYhQekDlOGdS9MyQFAH53bBPhIuw8nYN7d2jzHOgh6Reu7Li5RnY5Ob0U_YzxA6KoWobRr2OK7LYnqoqcuCutpB1R7D0cTWCYLf7uyqruuOfEgOrMCFiopHxjPhVGa9wXg/s400/McMillan+2.8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104995465113291362" border="0" /></a><br />Some of the neighbours are just plain strange, by the way. This guy named Darren Foster showed up at our door one night out of the blue and rang the doorbell, so I let him in. Who am I to turn away another potential lover, after all. The pregnant chick just walked straight through the door and they started getting their groove on in the living room, to the surprise of the <span style="font-style: italic;">invited</span> guests. A word of advice from me, honey. When you're that pregnant and can't even dance properly, dancing the chicken in a complete stranger's living room might not be the greatest idea.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVNCI8M-o681-VWF0pF11K00FQ7whSsEzcCYGIRaVhHPw8tEmP7D1qxO26hDMKOm_Gwlk5DJVTqOiw6vH1AeEQeeYRsNkVYtpIES_bMCCA2FwudxJxVZmq4fwwGfHH7rpAbCeMCHZNPA/s1600-h/McMillan+2.9.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVNCI8M-o681-VWF0pF11K00FQ7whSsEzcCYGIRaVhHPw8tEmP7D1qxO26hDMKOm_Gwlk5DJVTqOiw6vH1AeEQeeYRsNkVYtpIES_bMCCA2FwudxJxVZmq4fwwGfHH7rpAbCeMCHZNPA/s400/McMillan+2.9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104995469408258674" border="0" /></a><br />Oh yeah, and if you were wondering who the invited guest was... yeah, I told you I owed him one for letting my grandkids into his school. Or maybe I would have dated him either way. In any case we didn't let the crazy dancers bother us and had a good time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjavMAxjSHz7LbwdSM2c6Z2x77cyBfnpBHvsEjW-OWrcwmEslNmf471pTSQDhRPKFdSIvJZ9RUjy7WLfYMhYtvxUMUqVQCEVKayiF4gd7-UU7g5U8ddKoqQ-Q2VwRAPvYX7Yqy0zLddA/s1600-h/McMillan+2.10.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjavMAxjSHz7LbwdSM2c6Z2x77cyBfnpBHvsEjW-OWrcwmEslNmf471pTSQDhRPKFdSIvJZ9RUjy7WLfYMhYtvxUMUqVQCEVKayiF4gd7-UU7g5U8ddKoqQ-Q2VwRAPvYX7Yqy0zLddA/s400/McMillan+2.10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104995469408258690" border="0" /></a><br />Before I knew it, it was already time for the kids to grow up yet again. All three of them turned into gorgeous teens. Keira plans to use her mean streak to get the upper hand in the business world, Katelynn chose to pursue knowledge, which suits her since she's so shy. She wants to become a doctor one day. As for Keith, he just wants to be popular and make loads of friends.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipeF4EXH2n33t77Y_No3gR8D0-x34vjmgX0nn85_17kX3XeCVz1jVTS0Rc1QRQgUfG8HoBGtE586Dads84RRg1aefmTqJVJeiJkwZBU5qKyIcvKOc0_GsJJ3gvez9zew5vT_ZHDE1arQ/s1600-h/McMillan+2.12.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipeF4EXH2n33t77Y_No3gR8D0-x34vjmgX0nn85_17kX3XeCVz1jVTS0Rc1QRQgUfG8HoBGtE586Dads84RRg1aefmTqJVJeiJkwZBU5qKyIcvKOc0_GsJJ3gvez9zew5vT_ZHDE1arQ/s400/McMillan+2.12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104995473703226018" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Keira: </span>Fortune, with a LTW to be a Business Tycoon<br />Scorpio: 6 neat, 5 outgoing, 10 active, 4 serious, 0 grouchy<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYRjKOZk2yiCqXMGBjGM58-t12d6U7UzpGS16Z7yWOa9XZXx9f7yLeu3WT0PAR47juC2toPQEDl7W4PTRMR0EhD6KiUnBZKl5n5_I5y88WQIGKxe8i8LqnCuNi0RXN-dkJn608bkkbWg/s1600-h/McMillan+2.11.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYRjKOZk2yiCqXMGBjGM58-t12d6U7UzpGS16Z7yWOa9XZXx9f7yLeu3WT0PAR47juC2toPQEDl7W4PTRMR0EhD6KiUnBZKl5n5_I5y88WQIGKxe8i8LqnCuNi0RXN-dkJn608bkkbWg/s400/McMillan+2.11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104995469408258706" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Keith: </span>Popularity, with a LTW to have 20 best friends<br />Pisces: 2 sloppy, 6 outgoing, 8 active, 0 serious, 9 nice<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBc3kzfCxrCTIHGNIO3zopvGlqUmlOdSocgHPGoiNqlOs1QEwAWjqiAE97tn-Vz9EWTZW53yS50b_2JdRjB7sRspO9ta7AynwxCz18U2rAQbWpP84JMYHifWkOs2D81Y64HozU0BxBkQ/s1600-h/McMillan+2.13.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBc3kzfCxrCTIHGNIO3zopvGlqUmlOdSocgHPGoiNqlOs1QEwAWjqiAE97tn-Vz9EWTZW53yS50b_2JdRjB7sRspO9ta7AynwxCz18U2rAQbWpP84JMYHifWkOs2D81Y64HozU0BxBkQ/s400/McMillan+2.13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104998862432422578" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Katelyn: </span>Knowledge, with a LTW to become Chie of Staff<br />Pisces: 6 neat, 0 shy, 9 active, 3 serious, 7 nice<br /></div><br />With the kids more independent than ever, I turned back to my dating. Sometimes it got so bad that several people were dropping off presents on the same night. Good thing none of them found out that they were all for the same person. I guess now that the kids are old enough to date I could say that some of it is theirs if someone asks too many questions.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxl8HiofceQD5bN2u7hxOSkQAtVWOPr8y8CEDbwLKvH9OUXPK6c8pk89MuO5DmQdm-zQQbBgUjSIGsAC1OYtUqPIZifCP2oI6KJtxSVwd6mREYS73By45GOnf9CP8_4VnNIysngri6pg/s1600-h/McMillan+2.14.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxl8HiofceQD5bN2u7hxOSkQAtVWOPr8y8CEDbwLKvH9OUXPK6c8pk89MuO5DmQdm-zQQbBgUjSIGsAC1OYtUqPIZifCP2oI6KJtxSVwd6mREYS73By45GOnf9CP8_4VnNIysngri6pg/s400/McMillan+2.14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104998866727389890" border="0" /></a><br />One day, Katelyn came home with this strange contraption and asked whether I could help her with something. It seems that she's taken the lazy approach to skilling, and decided that I don't need all that knowledge about cleaning that my dates have taught me over time. She's probably right, but I'm not sure whether I like the method anyway. That thing is bound to mess with your brain sooner or later.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipTTsJousF7fcZ7aFv1BmFXofeCfa-CUTVUj28OaX7OIKHG5TIbtIGpPHT-GUkCIJQtlw7SPFhegikiJdP367eN3EoXMLHdf0MOMhkAYLBrEWOUGEv-Qn-VNnAa1rRzlbAonGWeJ055w/s1600-h/McMillan+2.15.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipTTsJousF7fcZ7aFv1BmFXofeCfa-CUTVUj28OaX7OIKHG5TIbtIGpPHT-GUkCIJQtlw7SPFhegikiJdP367eN3EoXMLHdf0MOMhkAYLBrEWOUGEv-Qn-VNnAa1rRzlbAonGWeJ055w/s400/McMillan+2.15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104998871022357202" border="0" /></a><br />Keira, on the other hand, seemed more interested in the paperboy than in skilling. Like most teenage crushes, that was pretty short-lived though. I think she might be getting together with her old friend Hendrik Stevenson instead. She hasn't gotten up the guts to ask him out though. ((It was strange. She had 2 bolts for the paperboy when he walked by, but negative chemistry once she asked him over. Ah well.))<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLUzKoIJhNf8QM28tTadiouNZjzL8-Ln76dOOAkZkcGx4A78c6mBQHh187M4ZEsHz6Z11-7IKRtIOzPeckbF_nWgNQ_uqHoNT5wcM6LCiFczPzmEy4LxNvMfJiGgGSIAtDYbHfG5ISeQ/s1600-h/McMillan+2.16.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLUzKoIJhNf8QM28tTadiouNZjzL8-Ln76dOOAkZkcGx4A78c6mBQHh187M4ZEsHz6Z11-7IKRtIOzPeckbF_nWgNQ_uqHoNT5wcM6LCiFczPzmEy4LxNvMfJiGgGSIAtDYbHfG5ISeQ/s400/McMillan+2.16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105052356250094338" border="0" /></a><br />Stragely enough, it was her sister who was the first to get her first kiss. With a boy just as nerdy as she is. I'm afraid they're going to end up a couple. Shame, I think she could have done better looks wise. Horrible nose that the boy's got. And who names their kid Alvin? That's just plain cruel!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzKZuQGtDizDYaxN8DcYBRBJ53dTIksf5TWAqPr7GbUuZQOgYPU_YeyRBsYni8Wyj6BFNjcXn_DeYWemLa6xv75DTmCeyiap6WURhG90ADXsdjvXfnxXb27kZ8tVqP-3sCV0v2v8aPxQ/s1600-h/McMillan+2.19.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzKZuQGtDizDYaxN8DcYBRBJ53dTIksf5TWAqPr7GbUuZQOgYPU_YeyRBsYni8Wyj6BFNjcXn_DeYWemLa6xv75DTmCeyiap6WURhG90ADXsdjvXfnxXb27kZ8tVqP-3sCV0v2v8aPxQ/s400/McMillan+2.19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104998871022357234" border="0" /></a><br />He's a bit of a strange kid as well. I swear he's never seen two girls kissing before. Don't look at me like that, boy. You made us watch you as well!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwkZGB1eAliRkq4VUdQMT-0ZNxzFxa-tsW0QPyyNe8rjHXm7iTswednz2Q07YusBQnI2SSH26lUQbcQV7561sYCZ-5WGl-Hk0wvUswgAIrgvJvmGx3FPBfmBCF4dQN9NJPCVECpQW7Wg/s1600-h/McMillan+2.20.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwkZGB1eAliRkq4VUdQMT-0ZNxzFxa-tsW0QPyyNe8rjHXm7iTswednz2Q07YusBQnI2SSH26lUQbcQV7561sYCZ-5WGl-Hk0wvUswgAIrgvJvmGx3FPBfmBCF4dQN9NJPCVECpQW7Wg/s400/McMillan+2.20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105052360545061650" border="0" /></a><br />You might have been able to tell that the kids got makeovers. Keith went downtown and bought them all a set of new clothes. The girls got their hair done as well. Here they are with their new looks. I think they suit them. Keira's on the left and Kaitlyn on the right.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYrrYPZN3T5xsk-YSPdPbWSS6yLRfv0xXasz1LZ3mMLfQTyKgD5I0qPeqn71TymV3o83woTMKmmlH9-nmfbe42tpj_iokx8p7Y1P8-9KkrKij2XwAYhKDdxg2xxdFOTY2sDD9b7WMZRA/s1600-h/McMillan+2.23.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYrrYPZN3T5xsk-YSPdPbWSS6yLRfv0xXasz1LZ3mMLfQTyKgD5I0qPeqn71TymV3o83woTMKmmlH9-nmfbe42tpj_iokx8p7Y1P8-9KkrKij2XwAYhKDdxg2xxdFOTY2sDD9b7WMZRA/s400/McMillan+2.23.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105052360545061666" border="0" /></a><br />Looks like Keith went shopping for more than clothes though. He thought that little redheaded sales girl was pretty hot. I knew that being on the football team would come in handy for him at some point. She definitely didn't turn him down for a date.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLE240vUH3Grmo_arnE775MLyTCzdXbiI1P3kklBHpwW7jOtdEzuslD-NhkUma_gPMLnjg02qqwYKiYE-Kt1jQNiFKxQ4G5anhDn1yXFIPXAnEWWhU8WpMZqzcPQ0GaUjncmAr3uWqfw/s1600-h/McMillan+2.24.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLE240vUH3Grmo_arnE775MLyTCzdXbiI1P3kklBHpwW7jOtdEzuslD-NhkUma_gPMLnjg02qqwYKiYE-Kt1jQNiFKxQ4G5anhDn1yXFIPXAnEWWhU8WpMZqzcPQ0GaUjncmAr3uWqfw/s400/McMillan+2.24.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105052369134996274" border="0" /></a><br />Since Keira's so big on money, one of the first things she did was get a job. I told her that there were easier ways to get the cash flowing, but she wasn't listening. Ah well. She's good at what she does, in any case. She reached the top of her career almost instantly. Now all she's got to do is hold the job until they all head to college next week.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4I_6M_cc9M-JfsZ00DifN1RMnJwJnMw4yFzAbQs3sPz6QAlD1nqyBjm5KEGsgqn8Im96ef5VFGwopAs6U_Q2M5nw7X5ghZHWYX7GHU62gS8naYbwzolNCzFGjQmQ_wdyykFjqwZLVwg/s1600-h/McMillan+2.25.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4I_6M_cc9M-JfsZ00DifN1RMnJwJnMw4yFzAbQs3sPz6QAlD1nqyBjm5KEGsgqn8Im96ef5VFGwopAs6U_Q2M5nw7X5ghZHWYX7GHU62gS8naYbwzolNCzFGjQmQ_wdyykFjqwZLVwg/s400/McMillan+2.25.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105052373429963586" border="0" /></a><br />Well, that's all from me for this week. Unless you want a big old list of the people I dated, but that would be kind of boring. Not to mention I'm beginning to lose track of all of them myself. I've got about a dozen lovers at the moment though and am aiming for thirty before I pop my clogs.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">End of round accomplishments:<br /></span>- Siobhan stteadily keeps dating and starts taking the elixir of life<br />- The triplets get into private school and grow up to teenagers<br />- Keira reaches her teen TOC, and is the only one that didn't get her first kiss yet.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Points this round:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">None :)</span></span>Elliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526486110769200701noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668540428582072014.post-89141156318603594052007-08-31T12:10:00.000-07:002007-12-31T08:46:06.513-08:00Week 2: Foster((Arcadia speaking))<br /><br />Oh hey, you're back! Yeah, I'm still here too, though I left for uni right at the end of the week. But a lot of things happened before then. First of all, dad went on a promotion spree this week. I think he got one nearly every day that he went to work, despite the chaos we had going on at home. But then I guess Miranda took the brunt of that. On Monday, he joined Counter Intelligence. Sounds kind of cool, but he never really tells us what he gets up to. Something about it being top secret. Whatever. I half think that he just hangs around behind the computer all day vegging out. I mean, what kind of terrorist threat do you expect out here in the middle of nowhere?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFVNJt4A6cG10902dLlZIbFtJzkNr3x5Yc59UrMGoJxQD1rXv-gGn0vV1WGI1uCimrt0AHKMJNG1JY4yjh57pa7ki76juThixRolb8rYDbTpEk9kowVr6NM88XC3cpr2CLDxSyjQaWdw/s1600-h/Foster+2.1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFVNJt4A6cG10902dLlZIbFtJzkNr3x5Yc59UrMGoJxQD1rXv-gGn0vV1WGI1uCimrt0AHKMJNG1JY4yjh57pa7ki76juThixRolb8rYDbTpEk9kowVr6NM88XC3cpr2CLDxSyjQaWdw/s400/Foster+2.1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104946030039713714" border="0" /></a><br />The same day, or rather night, Allegra grew into a toddler. At least she can kind of tell people what she wants now instead of just screaming her little backside off. And she looks kind of cute too. A lot like her mother. She seems to have borrowed the fashion sense as well. Eww, pink! As you can see, Miranda was veeeery pregnant at that point.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE_cWuw9pwf4fSfKYvivgecm228_TsJMcYa0SQBpQphIK6TNzgkBJE0IIByHifkSPeQbfd1gcIVDA2Rc765BslFbfPxDpz9kdFrq2B2RB6NsiFy1WuocBHQnrnEhYkrxCzoZhxzMiUag/s1600-h/Foster+2.2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE_cWuw9pwf4fSfKYvivgecm228_TsJMcYa0SQBpQphIK6TNzgkBJE0IIByHifkSPeQbfd1gcIVDA2Rc765BslFbfPxDpz9kdFrq2B2RB6NsiFy1WuocBHQnrnEhYkrxCzoZhxzMiUag/s400/Foster+2.2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104945016427431826" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Allegra Foster:</span> Saggitarius; 2 sloppy, 3 shy, 9 active, 7 playful, 4 grouchy<br /></div><br />With a screaming toddler in the house and two more soon to come, I decided that I needed to get out of there and have some fun. Sure, it was a school night, but no risk no fun, right? I doubt that dad would have let me go out anyway with Miranda just about ready to pop. I never knew Randy London had such a cool car!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzeW5qbqe8L9GsJXOztYGtshe3dW-UtrtbfL1O_ip71hjjFzknRGALErTw-0dn8_iwyOcS-xMBclUttj7KjcGB6hKw_lOTeyDTPuily0uBSrSxVWXoCHig1tTSnZD6nhzX7DGGd96xzQ/s1600-h/Foster+2.3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzeW5qbqe8L9GsJXOztYGtshe3dW-UtrtbfL1O_ip71hjjFzknRGALErTw-0dn8_iwyOcS-xMBclUttj7KjcGB6hKw_lOTeyDTPuily0uBSrSxVWXoCHig1tTSnZD6nhzX7DGGd96xzQ/s400/Foster+2.3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104946897623107522" border="0" /></a><br />Nobody even noticed that I was gone, which was nothing new for me. I was able to sneak back in no problem. And that energizer sure works wonders after a long night of partying!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZRgzME2KjhjBDrRbInZ5tHxnuYL3m2V8HBC6CNWUrhG7__fvm9S4Yzp0x5SVxZUdXTj-IkC-tNfZVt-xrjVoOJziSIntKd1jvuBzImZORQEi7AkUNOzpIXVtLl2TH20OLafChNLOwug/s1600-h/Foster+2.4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZRgzME2KjhjBDrRbInZ5tHxnuYL3m2V8HBC6CNWUrhG7__fvm9S4Yzp0x5SVxZUdXTj-IkC-tNfZVt-xrjVoOJziSIntKd1jvuBzImZORQEi7AkUNOzpIXVtLl2TH20OLafChNLOwug/s400/Foster+2.4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104946962047616978" border="0" /></a><br />Well, there was a reason nobody noticed my absence. While I was away, Miranda went into labor and delivered healthy twins. With a very healthy set of lungs too, unfortunately. At least you can tell them apart though because of the skin colors. The dark one is a girl named Calypso. She was born first. Dad says she looks a lot like me when I was little.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_OMebK8Q1k-7D_yMvds9_y8f7XKePIoHCPHnHI_prHrAO0zOm89AUTGlMsp333qsA34QTLzSqR_ATsZ_-P7Mx6p8zBil7_H6y2fO9KaltzcGpY1eS0CfYL-jLK2aOsDl9MmNi3hctBw/s1600-h/Foster+2.5.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_OMebK8Q1k-7D_yMvds9_y8f7XKePIoHCPHnHI_prHrAO0zOm89AUTGlMsp333qsA34QTLzSqR_ATsZ_-P7Mx6p8zBil7_H6y2fO9KaltzcGpY1eS0CfYL-jLK2aOsDl9MmNi3hctBw/s400/Foster+2.5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104947039357028322" border="0" /></a><br />Her brother, younger by 10 minutes, is called Jazz. Yeah, looks like Miranda loves those musical names. Dad says it's because she's a very creative person. Well, she has to be in order to come up with names for all those kids!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK9azqnWpqgMS2sIsv8DdLWLOGUeduoGHuw6mpJuUaLmz8u5k-sL3omtqPPCOSc2ilziFHk33DfYShzN3wXbrNsM0uzLAdaFXrY5fy_GvaIAATFfgw0dHNA6KUUJ6nsaYjPmZqFmi0cQ/s1600-h/Foster+2.6.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK9azqnWpqgMS2sIsv8DdLWLOGUeduoGHuw6mpJuUaLmz8u5k-sL3omtqPPCOSc2ilziFHk33DfYShzN3wXbrNsM0uzLAdaFXrY5fy_GvaIAATFfgw0dHNA6KUUJ6nsaYjPmZqFmi0cQ/s400/Foster+2.6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104947120961406962" border="0" /></a><br />Right after the babies were born she started teaching Allegra her toddler skills. Not like anyone could sleep anyway, with the babies wanting to be changed or fed every two minutes. We eventually moved them from the nursery back into the kitchen where Allegra was when she was little. They're not right next to my bedroom that way, and they don't wake up the toddler every time they need something.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyWfu5ii4wcVabsqY_ezeQHb_hBd0xG7AutzD5v5N-OQQXLjZ_LjLql-MhyOoikd1U8RPipkX0BacxhfHreb4wPPEZVGFYZ5hwSZggj7PpKn_kAjwtVoPcj62RKTYEKa7IAQIqjgRpEw/s1600-h/Foster+2.9.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyWfu5ii4wcVabsqY_ezeQHb_hBd0xG7AutzD5v5N-OQQXLjZ_LjLql-MhyOoikd1U8RPipkX0BacxhfHreb4wPPEZVGFYZ5hwSZggj7PpKn_kAjwtVoPcj62RKTYEKa7IAQIqjgRpEw/s400/Foster+2.9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104950964957136914" border="0" /></a><br />Still, Miranda was so tired by the end of it that she even tried to take Jazz to bed with her in her confusion. That didn't work out too well, though. ((Hehe, I've seen them try ot take toddlers to work, but never carry the baby to bed. Shame I didn't get the picture until it was too late and she'd already woken up again.))<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUAdpol0Pjm0-8jwx1v4eNxocfAZiu_cnG8LcjVVI8E300A4UPSEPCD1RjCuMMIs0skUVXCUSQjAh78XRua7DCmdeptZ5e5u3t0A1qGWkKT85t5GTCWqnAdCQT3Ptl_vLOYRMffxhIjA/s1600-h/Foster+2.10.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUAdpol0Pjm0-8jwx1v4eNxocfAZiu_cnG8LcjVVI8E300A4UPSEPCD1RjCuMMIs0skUVXCUSQjAh78XRua7DCmdeptZ5e5u3t0A1qGWkKT85t5GTCWqnAdCQT3Ptl_vLOYRMffxhIjA/s400/Foster+2.10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104951634972035106" border="0" /></a><br />Her and dad's exhaustion gave me pretty much free reign to sneak out again the next night. I wonder where Hendrik Stevenson borrowed that car from. I know for a fact that his family drives a van! Not that I minded, of course. That was one cool car!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVTT37TToUT0hP-yuwK6DbQcJ_OFQzRNFIzsm_G6n2d3oNNnuziehwlP0KiQ1nYyFojfOauMzvkSR07WdRSCVvHncoaPwDpOrhlD6mPp2qTI2gFDxfuEedAY6yOw1ydj9syZZYVLPJSQ/s1600-h/Foster+2.11.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVTT37TToUT0hP-yuwK6DbQcJ_OFQzRNFIzsm_G6n2d3oNNnuziehwlP0KiQ1nYyFojfOauMzvkSR07WdRSCVvHncoaPwDpOrhlD6mPp2qTI2gFDxfuEedAY6yOw1ydj9syZZYVLPJSQ/s400/Foster+2.11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104951841130465330" border="0" /></a><br />Maybe it was a tad bit too flashy though, because we got caught. Not by my parents, but by the police. Don't they have anything better to do than ruin a bunch of teenagers' fun? It was extremely embarrassing. Must have been even worse for Hendrik though, because both of his parents work with the police. Ouch! Thankfully neither of them were on duty that night, though. Just this Demi Love lady.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiBPx7o2od6ukkJP-Hq_o52aF0mTlalxV9AykHOe3TOMFtOn8Y2ynvk15DmkhEODciwPvWm5egiz7PR0-wi3hi1G7xE2vR-YqB2rlgKVLjSlWVzJZ9_8xNXwGPkai72wkUCnzsrZmvhg/s1600-h/Foster+2.12.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiBPx7o2od6ukkJP-Hq_o52aF0mTlalxV9AykHOe3TOMFtOn8Y2ynvk15DmkhEODciwPvWm5egiz7PR0-wi3hi1G7xE2vR-YqB2rlgKVLjSlWVzJZ9_8xNXwGPkai72wkUCnzsrZmvhg/s400/Foster+2.12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104953284239476802" border="0" /></a><br />Miranda was really cool about the whole thing and didn't give me much of a hard time. We're good friends now, though I still think that she's crazy for wanting that many kids.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZwNxh1nP7_r_gQ3QN0R2tThStPXKOeX0CxYXtU743gdwtpu5kutz8wmzkCWT0bIMM6sBa8VV_J1228UC9uh48eivfLRb9DdoK0FO0l4pDSqDBiAL9zOQdASqUdELtKiJFQpVniIZqOA/s1600-h/Foster+2.12b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZwNxh1nP7_r_gQ3QN0R2tThStPXKOeX0CxYXtU743gdwtpu5kutz8wmzkCWT0bIMM6sBa8VV_J1228UC9uh48eivfLRb9DdoK0FO0l4pDSqDBiAL9zOQdASqUdELtKiJFQpVniIZqOA/s400/Foster+2.12b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104953602067056722" border="0" /></a><br />Now I thought the getting caught sneaking out thing was embarrassing, but that was nothing compared to what the nanny did. Yeah, we hired one for the day because Miranda really wanted to get back to work now that she was not pregnant for once. She works for some politician or other.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv1tpZ6HaSh7jgAdUuLYiPCel97nwE3fDye0rdgLc8mVrEi-ixmxI_LLCqLRwai14mJMvfRpZaBWIw_YxoX6t7LEZ-2DZN2jJPWmI8hxiu2KX8Q40xfj0LFAA-CbOYRdyPEctNBbL8nQ/s1600-h/Foster+2.13.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv1tpZ6HaSh7jgAdUuLYiPCel97nwE3fDye0rdgLc8mVrEi-ixmxI_LLCqLRwai14mJMvfRpZaBWIw_YxoX6t7LEZ-2DZN2jJPWmI8hxiu2KX8Q40xfj0LFAA-CbOYRdyPEctNBbL8nQ/s400/Foster+2.13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104953971434244194" border="0" /></a><br />Now not only did the nanny leave a total mess in the kitchen, with bottles lying around everywhere, and dump a smelly Calypso right in the middle of it...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk8tnZVpDmnL5vXs69JiqZud27f66prtGo8sQmkI59TSpL8UEvzOk4ldS1AUgm-LUIAbbhnYr7zReSf6X3iZC7ejFZI_-UHwXNlJvvhydRrL90SR2CLqKkfRiUkvNP_pqzJAxwlrqXug/s1600-h/Foster+2.14.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk8tnZVpDmnL5vXs69JiqZud27f66prtGo8sQmkI59TSpL8UEvzOk4ldS1AUgm-LUIAbbhnYr7zReSf6X3iZC7ejFZI_-UHwXNlJvvhydRrL90SR2CLqKkfRiUkvNP_pqzJAxwlrqXug/s400/Foster+2.14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104954800362932338" border="0" /></a><br />She actually peed on the floor right in the middle of the nursery! Eww! I mean, the bathroom's only a few feet down the hall, lady! And she didn't even have the decency to mop it back up afterwards. I don't think we're ever going to get that stain out of the carpet.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhxPFELhT5r4ltyoMS82cPP6rJ8TIOB_PykemGM0OuNMn-vLmALovSey8PW9RWL_2P9eqVXHd25EJ7wclxxcj58dfJGQyX6EatliYCX_iWUatt-neB6pCPiej2Aq3RaY9OzALHsXM4cA/s1600-h/Foster+2.15.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhxPFELhT5r4ltyoMS82cPP6rJ8TIOB_PykemGM0OuNMn-vLmALovSey8PW9RWL_2P9eqVXHd25EJ7wclxxcj58dfJGQyX6EatliYCX_iWUatt-neB6pCPiej2Aq3RaY9OzALHsXM4cA/s400/Foster+2.15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104955367298615426" border="0" /></a><br />Going to work paid off for both parents though, because they both got promoted. Miranda to Campaign Manager and dad to Senior Officer. Dad had already been promoted to Flight Officer the day before, so it was the third promotion in a row. He's really working his way up. Shame his only real ambition is for studying though.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLXqek_iHtlzwImCWamHlerbH0qe9yLv8oq6vqLmQG9lT7fXIqoKCQVmMttrJ_vR-vn0mXlE5SFtVgR2aZh9cnBu7JN1T6IEQaYNQ2kIUhGxPFek14RnuRZSVPN9c9oTX7gPlh3OmSdQ/s1600-h/Foster+2.16.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLXqek_iHtlzwImCWamHlerbH0qe9yLv8oq6vqLmQG9lT7fXIqoKCQVmMttrJ_vR-vn0mXlE5SFtVgR2aZh9cnBu7JN1T6IEQaYNQ2kIUhGxPFek14RnuRZSVPN9c9oTX7gPlh3OmSdQ/s400/Foster+2.16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104955912759462034" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAgCdgqCU5-onhdzeOAJVEXa4P78r493IXgmcMVukjXjUKtDu4dLEQS5BdZvogGG_zSr4uuroTeT2LIhKGpQBbUhdw37BeBg9eBHtd9c8pDWuG5ETO3wO_oLO04ES1art_0uS9r6wvJA/s1600-h/Foster+2.17.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAgCdgqCU5-onhdzeOAJVEXa4P78r493IXgmcMVukjXjUKtDu4dLEQS5BdZvogGG_zSr4uuroTeT2LIhKGpQBbUhdw37BeBg9eBHtd9c8pDWuG5ETO3wO_oLO04ES1art_0uS9r6wvJA/s400/Foster+2.17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104956166162532514" border="0" /></a><br />Just when I was getting used to Miranda not being pregnant, they decide to get to work on number four. Seriously, those two go at it like rabbits! I guess I'll have to make her cheeskake again. She really loves that stuff, and the faster she has all those babies the quicker she'll stop, right? Not sure how bearable life will be with five small kids in the house, but hey, by the time they're born I'm as good as out of here.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPid9FhxuVfuFAzHe66cAZPpUFsl-rEJIG0Tvk4EjEkjIfkJ3on02Q0Ggwf4QOObTniyTzjfyfWAeMOnYeseaUrvy-Ud7FWN6xInOda6-iuWqkWFityDl8YHJSJXCXz2rFCeNE4rqJlQ/s1600-h/Foster+2.18.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPid9FhxuVfuFAzHe66cAZPpUFsl-rEJIG0Tvk4EjEkjIfkJ3on02Q0Ggwf4QOObTniyTzjfyfWAeMOnYeseaUrvy-Ud7FWN6xInOda6-iuWqkWFityDl8YHJSJXCXz2rFCeNE4rqJlQ/s400/Foster+2.18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104956505464948914" border="0" /></a><br />Oh yeah, and as if one toddler in the house wasn't bad enough, the two others decided to grow up as well. We don't really throw birthday parties at this house because there's too many kids around anyways, but we at least bought them a cake. Calypso got to go first because she's older.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFutpbNImuOmiFtr6J2HHh5n9G_fvfaiYe0hLEIvL-gu8nE-4I23Svp1TSgxf0xbQXV69aRmxtgaWM7-lRXm7XLwXlDPlauSCNiosph3Y7XI4C4kPIzHKCTBjV8dH07wer88AbG3brcw/s1600-h/Foster+2.19.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFutpbNImuOmiFtr6J2HHh5n9G_fvfaiYe0hLEIvL-gu8nE-4I23Svp1TSgxf0xbQXV69aRmxtgaWM7-lRXm7XLwXlDPlauSCNiosph3Y7XI4C4kPIzHKCTBjV8dH07wer88AbG3brcw/s400/Foster+2.19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104957025155991746" border="0" /></a><br />Hehe, I guess she does look a lot like a miniature version of me. At least if they're going to have so many kids they might as well have cute ones.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPTQ32mjmBLCFAsqmD2WiOnH_fA8N86UXDGGf1dSULtvfeMp6aFkO0n3OiMbctxr1ATf_zTqDWRm35OvfxM0IIPOFYIMwhs3266LxOOjPB0ZonpQGysdMKIWl5L2wsjJfUEOAaz2q-6Q/s1600-h/Foster+2.20.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPTQ32mjmBLCFAsqmD2WiOnH_fA8N86UXDGGf1dSULtvfeMp6aFkO0n3OiMbctxr1ATf_zTqDWRm35OvfxM0IIPOFYIMwhs3266LxOOjPB0ZonpQGysdMKIWl5L2wsjJfUEOAaz2q-6Q/s400/Foster+2.20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104957935689058514" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Calypso Foster:</span> Gemini; 2 sloppy, 9 outgoing, 9 active, 7 playful, 4 grouchy<br /></div><br />And of course her twin Jazz couldn't be left behind...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBlC_BqFYnlDSJnEloFIXiInX7DhrSZk8GSw96OzkPXGKstpZcBPLWefoh21waEnRUewSqx_FX8Hmaigxozt86plNnaSBrs3Zfd7A-2xq1UPb3F73QCVzsUfn1iiHre3_itITbrbc2Pw/s1600-h/Foster+2.21.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBlC_BqFYnlDSJnEloFIXiInX7DhrSZk8GSw96OzkPXGKstpZcBPLWefoh21waEnRUewSqx_FX8Hmaigxozt86plNnaSBrs3Zfd7A-2xq1UPb3F73QCVzsUfn1iiHre3_itITbrbc2Pw/s400/Foster+2.21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104958390955591906" border="0" /></a><br />I think he's the cutest they've had yet. And of course I got talked into changing his diaper. For some reason dad always disappears when it comes to that. Says he's scared he'll do something wrong. I say he just doesn't want to tear himself away from his skilling.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWaM5yNlEkL8RX_IMh7pkO6Z0iZU_b4GWSZYD6OPL7M1UKElA778RdLQoL9XX8Vtbj-dCYI6xgI5Q_ypweuoPNpmFiWlaMpKzGAlL2AuWQl4vnxeeh1RqP9Z6_JPpIS1SG9fpP7zAh_g/s1600-h/Foster+2.21b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWaM5yNlEkL8RX_IMh7pkO6Z0iZU_b4GWSZYD6OPL7M1UKElA778RdLQoL9XX8Vtbj-dCYI6xgI5Q_ypweuoPNpmFiWlaMpKzGAlL2AuWQl4vnxeeh1RqP9Z6_JPpIS1SG9fpP7zAh_g/s400/Foster+2.21b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104958601408989426" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jazz Foster:</span> Saggitarius; 2 sloppy, 3 shy, 9 active, 7 playful, 9 nice<br /></div><br />Dad made a big mistake that day at work though. One of his soldiers got hurt because they couldn't find some poisonous frog or other in time. It really got him down, especially since it threw him back in his skilling as well.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeZ3y3GYpLeakyAWFEEyI0i2LQNiVm83w7VyTib43nVb7ysUxYS4qJo2NhN6VGYvvXU3Yq9ITEwRcAl9o8tVXHhFembQAEckL9hzpZt3mcHgN-8aNmoYy2NmAdRMTAOzaZjlU0AW4Q6A/s1600-h/Foster+2.22.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeZ3y3GYpLeakyAWFEEyI0i2LQNiVm83w7VyTib43nVb7ysUxYS4qJo2NhN6VGYvvXU3Yq9ITEwRcAl9o8tVXHhFembQAEckL9hzpZt3mcHgN-8aNmoYy2NmAdRMTAOzaZjlU0AW4Q6A/s400/Foster+2.22.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104960018748197186" border="0" /></a><br />That didn't last long though. I guess they thought it was better to promote him to something else before he hurt even more people. As an Astronaut he's only endangering himself, after all.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzeNmrheXC5fa0w2JZQES2cb8umGSBSqOAZmJKejLmvEv8WY0rvtXjKUP_iKNe7Yyue2z_cY214bDQEzhKpIfWB1ZQlfrx6zI5PKI7QStHs2WoEiLQT4K-qYbEWoyICQ6kN1CNkvaKWg/s1600-h/Foster+2.23.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzeNmrheXC5fa0w2JZQES2cb8umGSBSqOAZmJKejLmvEv8WY0rvtXjKUP_iKNe7Yyue2z_cY214bDQEzhKpIfWB1ZQlfrx6zI5PKI7QStHs2WoEiLQT4K-qYbEWoyICQ6kN1CNkvaKWg/s400/Foster+2.23.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104959322963495186" border="0" /></a><br />We hired a nanny again so that Miranda could go to work some more and she got another promotion too. She could have really made it big in her field if she wasn't so busy having babies, I think.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWr6VXmq-4hz8Knk0PmW_fnu4Rbcoa9dFtrl7DZd8U7tyJXmpT_Vy7syBeIprA2MaLsZSfM9role48MB8sp9QByNZrm3FfQtJgFkOg2Spc_LlRsRJQ0zZ5rZStXVm8K21CWnqMRz6anw/s1600-h/Foster+2.24.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWr6VXmq-4hz8Knk0PmW_fnu4Rbcoa9dFtrl7DZd8U7tyJXmpT_Vy7syBeIprA2MaLsZSfM9role48MB8sp9QByNZrm3FfQtJgFkOg2Spc_LlRsRJQ0zZ5rZStXVm8K21CWnqMRz6anw/s400/Foster+2.24.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104959327258462498" border="0" /></a><br />The nanny really surprised us all this time. Not only did she refrain from setting the house on fire trying to cook (I guess she was too busy to even try), she listened to us when we told her that the toddlers had already been fed (we gave them a bottle of smart milk each before we left and hoped they'd be busy skilling for the rest of the day) and even bathed them. They really needed it becaues they were stinky!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Z_AHRt_RcrJzwC7kK9R4YTPBOnmMa9QjX4BK5TTgOl1LaHE8ySQ4VqJ6RV6UztkgfaHdhFFlrYGUH4Ard3ySj_7FQj11SOdv_RV0ahGz2VAWvDuWOwsehpp6cJKfZ5BAnSgFm3fIKQ/s1600-h/Foster+2.28.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Z_AHRt_RcrJzwC7kK9R4YTPBOnmMa9QjX4BK5TTgOl1LaHE8ySQ4VqJ6RV6UztkgfaHdhFFlrYGUH4Ard3ySj_7FQj11SOdv_RV0ahGz2VAWvDuWOwsehpp6cJKfZ5BAnSgFm3fIKQ/s400/Foster+2.28.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104961096784988498" border="0" /></a><br />Fresh and early Friday morning Allegra had her birthday and became a child. I guess we could have waited until the evening, but it's not like we were planning a party and this was a good time when we were all home. you see, I got a job in the culinary field because I wanted the scholarship, and I work most evenings. She's as cute as ever, but that hair really had to go. She got extensions put in right away.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLQh2QulldPZ9rpdAoYcvW8stHGmLxNxjLVLHKnzhU-Uukjvuya4Pcs0VhYxqcMqidOJeeENuQTPAWKoYfhYGzkj9r9N_91SyJLJHj4iInWOJcLdEEYqHG3uujKC9ORzp1s8AMw6lajw/s1600-h/Foster+2.25.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLQh2QulldPZ9rpdAoYcvW8stHGmLxNxjLVLHKnzhU-Uukjvuya4Pcs0VhYxqcMqidOJeeENuQTPAWKoYfhYGzkj9r9N_91SyJLJHj4iInWOJcLdEEYqHG3uujKC9ORzp1s8AMw6lajw/s400/Foster+2.25.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104959327258462514" border="0" /></a><br />Her early birthday also meant that she could start school already, giving her all weekend to do her first set of homework and learn how to study. She was pretty scared about going to school, since her parents couldn't exactly drop her off with so many babies in the house, but I told her it would be fine since I'd be getting on the bus with her. I think that calmed her down a bit.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSUDtbG8k-bjsaOOEblHWS04XXXffxYomz848NOwpmcysRsNCk4whpCoCfZKfdYJU3z3LTI2sQAIIICQKVEmVl3OAlfJzIHxJshQfK3l-5K9_NC7h4LYCjKeHpm9ZmSD8isUTi25wBIw/s1600-h/Foster+2.26.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSUDtbG8k-bjsaOOEblHWS04XXXffxYomz848NOwpmcysRsNCk4whpCoCfZKfdYJU3z3LTI2sQAIIICQKVEmVl3OAlfJzIHxJshQfK3l-5K9_NC7h4LYCjKeHpm9ZmSD8isUTi25wBIw/s400/Foster+2.26.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104961096784988514" border="0" /></a><br />Although I almost made us late for her very first day because I'd forgotten to finish my homework the night before. Oops! Maybe I should have cut down on the partying after all. I got done just as the bus was pulling around the corner, so it ended up being fine.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuLx1u6yPKknnsB2ZyuS1z4ajY4Wh4ghpXnQ2dq0SoWe1HoRh-S0cUk97XjG5RtiqI4FXC5-H2h0Zmtct9VMOGkorDfawh0w4zm51RHDfWo95S_M52Hq53H6cNmnoAnZvoHTFtfct_8w/s1600-h/Foster+2.27.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuLx1u6yPKknnsB2ZyuS1z4ajY4Wh4ghpXnQ2dq0SoWe1HoRh-S0cUk97XjG5RtiqI4FXC5-H2h0Zmtct9VMOGkorDfawh0w4zm51RHDfWo95S_M52Hq53H6cNmnoAnZvoHTFtfct_8w/s400/Foster+2.27.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104961101079955826" border="0" /></a><br />The weekend was great. For the first time ever dad had more than a day off from work. He doesn't go back until Tuesday, so he had loads of time for us kids. And Miranda had the weekend off too, so it was very non-stressful for all of us, despite the many babies. With nothing else to do and Miranda pregnant again, dad suddenly became super!daddy. He spent all day taking care of the toddlers and teaching them their skills. I think by Sunday morning both of them could walk, talk and go potty. I guess that solves the diaper changing problem, at least for now.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhMQLCNEieUeDcz9TBwAcrRjtcT9VVdFtopRE0-CYalpCIxGHJ4aIoGD2PQEiNzfFO94ToMLJp7dKJanIcvHI2M9IyYe_ZDHS3PLUviNqFc1hmABzE1D0xfN0BHURBQYLH7Bx1tDo6aA/s1600-h/Foster+2.29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhMQLCNEieUeDcz9TBwAcrRjtcT9VVdFtopRE0-CYalpCIxGHJ4aIoGD2PQEiNzfFO94ToMLJp7dKJanIcvHI2M9IyYe_ZDHS3PLUviNqFc1hmABzE1D0xfN0BHURBQYLH7Bx1tDo6aA/s400/Foster+2.29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104961105374923138" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYtHArtyqWF4dH0FpItIM87DTVpvpeqc6fpzGYMXmY_D4wRqtTtWy6eNgkG3fytyFE6oEZXCfLU1iM0hOu3Vym0yoRdxUrSlQgQ9LjwUYIx2ZghGbD3Zdo291rUQLKavhQqCTlCbIF4w/s1600-h/Foster+2.30.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYtHArtyqWF4dH0FpItIM87DTVpvpeqc6fpzGYMXmY_D4wRqtTtWy6eNgkG3fytyFE6oEZXCfLU1iM0hOu3Vym0yoRdxUrSlQgQ9LjwUYIx2ZghGbD3Zdo291rUQLKavhQqCTlCbIF4w/s400/Foster+2.30.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104964000182880658" border="0" /></a><br />Me, Allegra and Calypso decided to have some girl bonding time too. I can't leave for college without getting to know them a little better, after all. They really start to grow on you when they can actually communicate and you know that you'll never have to change their diapers again.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLbpgq-NApxkD-OaNKdEgN8NL72tWH-kCa6rbrxrYo1ox1bV8WBTOYlThyxms6pj4dFwaNab1cn7SONkdScFXAAl9VCrfoBIrgSuz1OBdOgUvPBlZo3dyckn4XrRMIuLVXLXAITKIWvA/s1600-h/Foster+2.31.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLbpgq-NApxkD-OaNKdEgN8NL72tWH-kCa6rbrxrYo1ox1bV8WBTOYlThyxms6pj4dFwaNab1cn7SONkdScFXAAl9VCrfoBIrgSuz1OBdOgUvPBlZo3dyckn4XrRMIuLVXLXAITKIWvA/s400/Foster+2.31.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104964000182880674" border="0" /></a><br />Heh, I guess there was no time for teaching the kids table manners with so many of them around. Not that dad's a great example. He usually just scarfs down his dinner so that he can get right back to skilling. That's no problem though when your guests behave the same way.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvhyPOj1TnUdlyoNYRPJKvVnF0lFRbgYv6uVhs-lsnw5JVci-k4ptVxJY_GcAAbhrLfD4HnkdL-h7CJdC25aByzg32EiXoE4fG3cBY8WosU7y94oyyq-DehFxUlS0XigzPAe9TkJQnfw/s1600-h/Foster+2.32.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvhyPOj1TnUdlyoNYRPJKvVnF0lFRbgYv6uVhs-lsnw5JVci-k4ptVxJY_GcAAbhrLfD4HnkdL-h7CJdC25aByzg32EiXoE4fG3cBY8WosU7y94oyyq-DehFxUlS0XigzPAe9TkJQnfw/s400/Foster+2.32.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104964004477847986" border="0" /></a><br />Sunday was a really busy day. First of all, Miranda had her next set of kids. Another pair of fraternal twins with one boy and one girl. This time the dark-skinned one is the boy. He's slightly older as well. Here's dad holding Tempo, and Miranda holding Cadence.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK0xLMpRRzCgogHGo_127nwPbzFXFG03Bg7UOIN6a8aB7K89nRcikMIvfL8fbRZkNwZFQtm7QxUyo6gzQ8SBWvTEwU3m3AvbKPZ6jGhJxoAxBGnJ0VYG0ueSormgnv1gcrZzV12QzPTw/s1600-h/Foster+2.33.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK0xLMpRRzCgogHGo_127nwPbzFXFG03Bg7UOIN6a8aB7K89nRcikMIvfL8fbRZkNwZFQtm7QxUyo6gzQ8SBWvTEwU3m3AvbKPZ6jGhJxoAxBGnJ0VYG0ueSormgnv1gcrZzV12QzPTw/s400/Foster+2.33.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104964004477848002" border="0" /></a><br />Later that day, the first set of twins grew into children. We even threw a little party, though our only guest was Allegra's friend Keith McMillan. Nobody really had the chance to befriend more kids that age yet. Though I'm sure by Monday they'll be bringing whole busloads of people home from school.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4IVe7zfIkujyZqFsWNSxiERlBngFmrJZNH-x5xBbePQHHVd2X4GGlQum-TyhprF79D-gUrJaEkcqYUfE6Unr1uzBMzZdU5bEPPbzCUP_bDdsVst_2nSFuztFermGhCahYURDBii3mHg/s1600-h/Foster+2.34.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4IVe7zfIkujyZqFsWNSxiERlBngFmrJZNH-x5xBbePQHHVd2X4GGlQum-TyhprF79D-gUrJaEkcqYUfE6Unr1uzBMzZdU5bEPPbzCUP_bDdsVst_2nSFuztFermGhCahYURDBii3mHg/s400/Foster+2.34.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104964008772815314" border="0" /></a><br />Here's Calypso and Jazz all grown up into children. That haircut looks about as good on her as it did on her sister. Shame I wasn't around to see what she looked like after her makeover though, because I was out the door that same evening. Making room or number six, I guess. Though to my knowledge she's not expecting at the moment. But we all know how quickly things like that can change.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxBXRrag-1oNt4T-9-fiR7_NmcdqbEtnlxu47pKvyX4YMBCSA0-iP6XuXIoR_IsKBYuqSa7rsHwjiBXgEBhCg3Cx-wkRx6dmmvqLWttumEzFF5hlZr3PKjwLZroaptl-WYCn7-9pWZbQ/s1600-h/Foster+2.35.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxBXRrag-1oNt4T-9-fiR7_NmcdqbEtnlxu47pKvyX4YMBCSA0-iP6XuXIoR_IsKBYuqSa7rsHwjiBXgEBhCg3Cx-wkRx6dmmvqLWttumEzFF5hlZr3PKjwLZroaptl-WYCn7-9pWZbQ/s400/Foster+2.35.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104970876425521634" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm9YRCZ6t0KBWWEIfkCbOLLuf8vNd9fqqUN5m4kfLUewC_2vyX_715YrQJ4oZL1xPuWeoprZ9oIaLJf24Rk-Nu3_ANL_oH25z-GSjH6UOgAEFD2ErhlGzpxP0UY72dcQZpMC0qiEoeWg/s1600-h/Foster+2.36.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm9YRCZ6t0KBWWEIfkCbOLLuf8vNd9fqqUN5m4kfLUewC_2vyX_715YrQJ4oZL1xPuWeoprZ9oIaLJf24Rk-Nu3_ANL_oH25z-GSjH6UOgAEFD2ErhlGzpxP0UY72dcQZpMC0qiEoeWg/s400/Foster+2.36.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104970880720488946" border="0" /></a><br />Yeah, this is a shot of me leaving. I got a nice number of scholarships too, totaling 4750$. I can't wait to get to college. I was going to live in a dorm at least in the beginning, but I'm probably going to move together with Sarah Mitchell, a girl I met at work, and her boyfriend. I hope I won't be too much of a third wheel, but at least it means a little more privacy. And we'll have our own place to throw parties in! And hey, maybe I'll actually have time for some romance of my own now.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf8_sfJdGap3csANu30zTFKNuCROn7aB6HKxNz1JtbCi01pCnFkWSGBBYIQye1RCMcXSG7xg5WO0XuVe2FNs8PzIOVYbsa4A1FV1tVw9bDGYRohLhdzPOzneUtS5R-Wklw-h1mo6WhFA/s1600-h/Foster+2.37.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf8_sfJdGap3csANu30zTFKNuCROn7aB6HKxNz1JtbCi01pCnFkWSGBBYIQye1RCMcXSG7xg5WO0XuVe2FNs8PzIOVYbsa4A1FV1tVw9bDGYRohLhdzPOzneUtS5R-Wklw-h1mo6WhFA/s400/Foster+2.37.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104970885015456258" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />End of round accomplishments:</span><br />- Darren grabs several promotions and is now an astronaut, one pomotion from his TOC.<br />- Miranda is slowly moving up the politics career track despite her pregnancies<br />- Arcadia is slightly less emo about her new family, but sneaks out twice with mixed results<br />- Four new babies are born.<br />- Allegra, Calypso and Jazz all grow into children<br />- Arcadia grabs her scholarships and escapes to college<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Points this round:<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">- 4 for four new sims: Calypso, Jazz, Tempo and Cadence</span>Elliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526486110769200701noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668540428582072014.post-45733922328400008962007-08-21T05:42:00.000-07:002007-12-31T09:37:55.704-08:00Week 2: MitchellHello all. It's Andrew again and as you might remember, last week ended with the birth of my daughter, Jenny, and with me trying to convince my wife to have another child. Obviously, I succeeded in my attempts. While she was finding herself a new job in the science career, Julie started to feel all the usual symptoms.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFnWiFdFTz0v7ZUy34OqEV11Tx1Yq8wEPoPeMTQr0RGaMBZG8vU2Inygr_kBtNGiHgxQqTqHUzC2LviKiJVx7rZeNUetWefIOg0yd-SfVPk01GD1cLrj0USwmCFN07s6VI79HaeAXfMg/s1600-h/Mitchell+2.2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFnWiFdFTz0v7ZUy34OqEV11Tx1Yq8wEPoPeMTQr0RGaMBZG8vU2Inygr_kBtNGiHgxQqTqHUzC2LviKiJVx7rZeNUetWefIOg0yd-SfVPk01GD1cLrj0USwmCFN07s6VI79HaeAXfMg/s400/Mitchell+2.2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101134031816148562" border="0" /></a><br />Meanwhile, Sarah's been a huge help in the house. When she's not working or skilling, she helps take care of her little aunt. I'm really thankful, because Julie was having a difficult pregnancy. She came down with the flu on top of it all, and the two don't really mix well. Let's just say she was pretty much out of action for a while, and spent her pregnancy sleeping, eating, or skilling on the couch while trying to stay comfortable.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj3mNUvVdqvaw2LXyQCbj1_-kejS8GIRGaoAJft_pvxaGtyzSFweXddqPchjS_d6cklxzufnPV4YGhw9YAOOrJTCSnCVYg0fyQY_K19q7RGbIqUAy3IU0kvGXx6ICvdx3onbxAOnFhhg/s1600-h/Mitchell+2.1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj3mNUvVdqvaw2LXyQCbj1_-kejS8GIRGaoAJft_pvxaGtyzSFweXddqPchjS_d6cklxzufnPV4YGhw9YAOOrJTCSnCVYg0fyQY_K19q7RGbIqUAy3IU0kvGXx6ICvdx3onbxAOnFhhg/s400/Mitchell+2.1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101134916579411554" border="0" /></a><br />I personally spent a lot of time getting to know new people and making friends. We don't really need them for our careers anymore, but what can I say. I'm just a very social person, and I like having some adults to talk to for a change. The baby's not much company, after all.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOZLssLEFLlLlCPy2mLOCOqpM9B-HaXojQf2ucPMjxjsbZUW8hJVQkhjIxn8hlNX8L9ALuhNRFnA3LFlGBdv_nKNzrXEGHIChfwj5gibPiZu0-WyRpTodW4hoa0K6qnjU2pPv9FvX_6A/s1600-h/Mitchell+2.3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOZLssLEFLlLlCPy2mLOCOqpM9B-HaXojQf2ucPMjxjsbZUW8hJVQkhjIxn8hlNX8L9ALuhNRFnA3LFlGBdv_nKNzrXEGHIChfwj5gibPiZu0-WyRpTodW4hoa0K6qnjU2pPv9FvX_6A/s400/Mitchell+2.3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101135651018819186" border="0" /></a><br />Sarah's been doing great with her job. One day, the burger machine broke down and she saved the day with her own recipe! Who knows, maybe she'll become a celebrity chef one day. She's definiely well on her way to it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbXX-WMkcWHV7HErihsPOsvLBB7Zh3ngwY2xG4k6xbEnZZilqhAcqDzxxWXwckqVbutZpO9_Q6-9IrQaR19aukgqhSing3guJgslre0fBGo8BwjD2U7E1YtVcVdnCD8Tk6PHt8K8eDZw/s1600-h/Mitchell+2.4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbXX-WMkcWHV7HErihsPOsvLBB7Zh3ngwY2xG4k6xbEnZZilqhAcqDzxxWXwckqVbutZpO9_Q6-9IrQaR19aukgqhSing3guJgslre0fBGo8BwjD2U7E1YtVcVdnCD8Tk6PHt8K8eDZw/s400/Mitchell+2.4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101136144940058242" border="0" /></a><br />Soon enough, it was time for my little girl to grow up. Julie even managed to get herself awake for the celebration. Though we didn't really invite anyone. That would have been too strenuous for all of us.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH24dyuqt9ViSEmG2lEStSplL03zMcIQrmToP21CBND9aMRKRVdX0VDS1upB4YreysX4MIGRVsbkaqfOmjqhGLk8ZE8uu4teJBxK_JB3kEEWc-AODAztK2FnfwHibgwZ5r0G_0R0TYyA/s1600-h/Mitchell+2.6.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH24dyuqt9ViSEmG2lEStSplL03zMcIQrmToP21CBND9aMRKRVdX0VDS1upB4YreysX4MIGRVsbkaqfOmjqhGLk8ZE8uu4teJBxK_JB3kEEWc-AODAztK2FnfwHibgwZ5r0G_0R0TYyA/s400/Mitchell+2.6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101137334645999250" border="0" /></a><br />Jenny turned into a beautiful little girl that looks a lot like her niece. I'm definitely not complaining about that. Sarah's a pretty girl, so I'm hoping that Jenny will become equally beautiful when she gets older.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr_TZWDNYtW7Dr-C4n3avMJdXr8MEWBIXVdxSYXUxFJthzgB2eeCA7VzSC00BXHzK-xvd3PFpISQtqEfWL5yCZHHWeJ9m5y_Nzn823cUUSFqdaGXE4cgfXGIDDOveFiaRIYAB102ml3w/s1600-h/Mitchell+2.7.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr_TZWDNYtW7Dr-C4n3avMJdXr8MEWBIXVdxSYXUxFJthzgB2eeCA7VzSC00BXHzK-xvd3PFpISQtqEfWL5yCZHHWeJ9m5y_Nzn823cUUSFqdaGXE4cgfXGIDDOveFiaRIYAB102ml3w/s400/Mitchell+2.7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101137884401813154" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jenny Mitchell:</span> Aries; 6 neat, 9 outgoing, 8 active, 3 serious, 7 nice<br /></div><br />Right away we started teaching her her skills. I did most of the work, obviously, since Julie was pregnant, but she did manage to finish off the potty training. That was a relief. I've never been much of a fan of changing diapers. Who is! Jenny's a really bright girl, so she managed to learn all her skills on her first day of toddlerhood. She spent most of the rest of the time playing with that pink rabbit we bought her. She'll be a charming one when she gets older, that's for sure.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijH62HDT4duPh3Nb6bpCs6f2TlzQNTcEsOi5kZ1xI5fHCcAwPagxKCRR2W3j-E6gsklTF2eqTauFYZJoOZOFkx-V3CHVyIxRTAqVHrpRPb1yV9shJSZpreT7jGBDyjm_uRXSDxLPM-5g/s1600-h/Mitchell+2.10.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijH62HDT4duPh3Nb6bpCs6f2TlzQNTcEsOi5kZ1xI5fHCcAwPagxKCRR2W3j-E6gsklTF2eqTauFYZJoOZOFkx-V3CHVyIxRTAqVHrpRPb1yV9shJSZpreT7jGBDyjm_uRXSDxLPM-5g/s400/Mitchell+2.10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101138343963313842" border="0" /></a><br />The two of us really bonded over all the skilling. I was definitely never that close to my son. Maybe because his mother did most of the childrearing back then. I understand why she enjoyed being a stay at home mom now. I quit my job to spend more time with my kids while they're small. It never payed much anyway.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnfBO-aGMmg87FSuZwaHiYJWv33O5fpaZhXHqn3IIh5foLsLk2c0KUFErhYNFpYj4SH1r11lQbr3aXk-tdjl9YITyRL2ToegC_t9-gT6nnT2r75jEUCdqWxXcD651cDHDysfU4Y5hKSA/s1600-h/Mitchell+2.8.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnfBO-aGMmg87FSuZwaHiYJWv33O5fpaZhXHqn3IIh5foLsLk2c0KUFErhYNFpYj4SH1r11lQbr3aXk-tdjl9YITyRL2ToegC_t9-gT6nnT2r75jEUCdqWxXcD651cDHDysfU4Y5hKSA/s400/Mitchell+2.8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101138988208408258" border="0" /></a><br />Another pair who bonded were Julie and Sarah. They've gotten used to each other, I think, and found out that they have quite a few things in common. Like their love for the supernatural, it seems.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-kxlKKJU_KxHkqT1d90JKvTgMsm9Idl30_M69Urt80Y0AeNaohN53jxejWf8lPOHU7A0Ohb8XZswiaR55j8MoNW-O_MQ18p2ADfNVZHBWRNraiWYD0Fa7XMXwQj1HMOEOhdvcDUc2Ew/s1600-h/Mitchell+2.12.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-kxlKKJU_KxHkqT1d90JKvTgMsm9Idl30_M69Urt80Y0AeNaohN53jxejWf8lPOHU7A0Ohb8XZswiaR55j8MoNW-O_MQ18p2ADfNVZHBWRNraiWYD0Fa7XMXwQj1HMOEOhdvcDUc2Ew/s400/Mitchell+2.12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101139645338404562" border="0" /></a><br />Although Julie's the only one that enjoys actually coming face to face with said supernatural. In our house that's usually in the form of our resident ghosts. Mainly my daughter-in-law. I haven't seen my son in ages, actually. She usually just floats around reenacting her own death, but she's not too fond of people skilling outside when she's around. I can't believe she scared Julie like that. I was afraid she'd have the baby right then and there. She was so big she looked like she was ready to pop!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHrYmQVvmImkB8MqQ8MdUIP91yGGsN35whpzP1zMkX_Ayc46n_CFjJ-b-Ake9aMRmWBD6ZwzwZcnn_sReBSzn19RFRUZJJxSMR107wpelZomjJatId7uV2RD-o0Q0m5HXY9VipG-Pubg/s1600-h/Mitchell+2.13.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHrYmQVvmImkB8MqQ8MdUIP91yGGsN35whpzP1zMkX_Ayc46n_CFjJ-b-Ake9aMRmWBD6ZwzwZcnn_sReBSzn19RFRUZJJxSMR107wpelZomjJatId7uV2RD-o0Q0m5HXY9VipG-Pubg/s400/Mitchell+2.13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101146362667255522" border="0" /></a><br />She did have the baby not too long after that. It was another girl that we named Justice. She looks exactly like her sister did when she was born. I was kind of hoping that some of our children would have Julie's red hair, but it doesn't look like that'll be happening.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhITYhrosfpGF2uVQXi931erranBxJBZe6TbeutCIAccYcVdF081VEIecsPEcV40w9uqrwU-DPqLGv8T8YNDSMw7ZlGHuNvdJF-_zdAf7AmHaavo2zOVHEUbENyXIpaTZTfiaGdI7H_xA/s1600-h/Mitchell+2.15.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhITYhrosfpGF2uVQXi931erranBxJBZe6TbeutCIAccYcVdF081VEIecsPEcV40w9uqrwU-DPqLGv8T8YNDSMw7ZlGHuNvdJF-_zdAf7AmHaavo2zOVHEUbENyXIpaTZTfiaGdI7H_xA/s400/Mitchell+2.15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101147294675158770" border="0" /></a><br />After some discussion we decided to go for one more child. I don't think we'll have another after that. My time's slowly running out, and I don't want to leave Julie with too much of a burden once I'm gone. Not to mention she actually wants to go back to her job at some point. She only worked one day before her new pregnancy, and managed to get promoted to scholar. Once she really gets back to it though it should be awalk in the park for her. She's spent so much time skilling!<br /><br />I'm not sure what my daughter-in-law was trying to tell us when she just popped into our bedroom and started "dieing" while we were trying to get intimate. Maybe she just doesn't thinkour relationship is appropriate, like so many other people. She didn't bother us too much, but I'm glad she left. It's kind of hard to concentrate on making babies when someone's watching, even if they're dead. ((They actually shooed the ghost. I thought it was funny :-p))<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcBu1CoaRtrvLiNSf19-zTr1wzLDqgzfd3MgBetsJoGgd8aEU-ClSdTSdyekd5UskhOOKP3R0AxNTgspfFi_Y-ML6djY6dvED0R993gP3otCdApV1HFcy5ov-SZ6z40hkMpmDTTPv03w/s1600-h/Mitchell+2.16.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcBu1CoaRtrvLiNSf19-zTr1wzLDqgzfd3MgBetsJoGgd8aEU-ClSdTSdyekd5UskhOOKP3R0AxNTgspfFi_Y-ML6djY6dvED0R993gP3otCdApV1HFcy5ov-SZ6z40hkMpmDTTPv03w/s400/Mitchell+2.16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101148041999468290" border="0" /></a><br />We had loads of birthdays to celebrate this week. Jenny actually had another one and will be ready to go to school on Monday. I swear you can practically watch her grow! She turned into a very pretty child. Except for the hair. We went to have that fixed pretty much first thing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV0ke3A-3iaPwD9LzX4jQRAg-W6gK2xZE_CfIVZaFdRajaGtMs6Wle4gY5_R7g8LkIzUGF5ezeOLNJ55pJD79ae8R6D4rE8LMNZ0UGVSZtWOIQP74pjQ6S0LN0nlAZqaESiVU3kQOIRw/s1600-h/Mitchell+2.18.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV0ke3A-3iaPwD9LzX4jQRAg-W6gK2xZE_CfIVZaFdRajaGtMs6Wle4gY5_R7g8LkIzUGF5ezeOLNJ55pJD79ae8R6D4rE8LMNZ0UGVSZtWOIQP74pjQ6S0LN0nlAZqaESiVU3kQOIRw/s400/Mitchell+2.18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101154999846487842" border="0" /></a><br />Here she is with her new do at her little sister's birthday. Justice turned toddler, starting a new round of potty training and so forth. I don't mind though. I think we'll have to change her into her sister's old toddler clothes though. The pink tux barely works for a birthday, and it's definitely too flashy for every day.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMDrD24x6CFYiJ605KfrCQtsFXs7CVUV1tWh8ywo4baFoqQwOKbdeje8QyzA5hnnBrj_Z83cUQ9_yN_qUgIGwKxB9EHSpQNU8GEzASsGLUvej0QkVJJg4P1L-zb1xUsIE1yTBq3hepAA/s1600-h/Mitchell+2.21.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMDrD24x6CFYiJ605KfrCQtsFXs7CVUV1tWh8ywo4baFoqQwOKbdeje8QyzA5hnnBrj_Z83cUQ9_yN_qUgIGwKxB9EHSpQNU8GEzASsGLUvej0QkVJJg4P1L-zb1xUsIE1yTBq3hepAA/s400/Mitchell+2.21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101155382098577202" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Justice Mitchell:</span> Aries; 6 neat, 9 outgoing, 8 active, 3 serious, 7 nice<br /></div><br />Sarah's new boyfriend was over a lot and they spent some time getting to know our youngest family member now that she can talk. They said they wanted to practice for when they have kids themselves. I'm sure they'll be wonderful parents if they continue like this. Though I'm glad Sarah's not moving back here with all of them. I doubt that we'd have room. We still only have one story, and Jenny and Sarah had to share her room before she left for college. Not sure where we're going to put the third baby, but we'll manage, I'm sure.<br /><br /><br /><img src="file:///C:/DOKUME%7E1/ANDREA%7E1/LOKALE%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/DOKUME%7E1/ANDREA%7E1/LOKALE%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmIBGWimwCJk23PuJKJEx9wuxSoic_tBDbC7UWb7LLiF7Suk2s7HiC4i4fPPltjQ5awlRNF0A1-ONRv_3aEScUY-fOuIRAwOgjKPBEzNfZnbJayqCjz1tG_RDaAD3JerFdT4N6xDP37Q/s1600-h/Mitchell+2.22.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmIBGWimwCJk23PuJKJEx9wuxSoic_tBDbC7UWb7LLiF7Suk2s7HiC4i4fPPltjQ5awlRNF0A1-ONRv_3aEScUY-fOuIRAwOgjKPBEzNfZnbJayqCjz1tG_RDaAD3JerFdT4N6xDP37Q/s400/Mitchell+2.22.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101167768784258914" border="0" /></a><br /><img src="file:///C:/DOKUME%7E1/ANDREA%7E1/LOKALE%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" />You know that you're getting old when your grandchildren start growing up. I was both happy and sad to see Sarah go to college. I know she's always wanted to, and she'll be living with her boyfriend now, but we'll miss her around the house. She was always so much help with the babies. She even waited until the last moment to go so that she could spend more time with us. She promised that she'd at least call, though you'll probably be seeing her again before I will. Give her my love when you do, and see you next week!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-4hJRfZc3Mc12Qua3ytsphSFzbWT2yq89jTh8GxmvsPd2CO4NYI5ZvYR_obazt4-7F3K6rIg9dRCn1TwttR6LzmZDHWarA0Kk-lBLUId74CgIk9dsQGtathK3G54QknzqVjU44hG7Cw/s1600-h/Mitchell+2.23.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-4hJRfZc3Mc12Qua3ytsphSFzbWT2yq89jTh8GxmvsPd2CO4NYI5ZvYR_obazt4-7F3K6rIg9dRCn1TwttR6LzmZDHWarA0Kk-lBLUId74CgIk9dsQGtathK3G54QknzqVjU44hG7Cw/s400/Mitchell+2.23.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101168009302427506" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">End of round accomplishments:</span><br />- Jenny grew to a toddler, then to a child<br />- Justice Mitchell was born and grew to toddler<br />- One last baby is on the way<br />- Julie found a job in the science career and is currently a scholar<br />- Sarah moved to college. She earned 6250$ worth of scholarships<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Points this round:<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">- 1 for one new sim: Justice</span>Elliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526486110769200701noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668540428582072014.post-45157919658168159682007-08-15T11:23:00.000-07:002007-12-31T08:24:05.246-08:00Week 2: StevensonWelcome back to the Stevenson household! This time I'm going to do the update. I'm Frederik, the heir of the house, or so I've been told. I guess it's time I learned how to do this since it'll be my job when I'm older.<br /><br />Anyway, we start the week with the good news that my mom and dad have kept those promotions rolling in. Both of them were promoted to the Vice Squad on Monday. Mom decided to stick to this career for a while until she reached the top. She thinks it'll be a good preparation for one day becoming a General. I guess the police and the military have their similarities. Ah well, whatever suits her best...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUFXCvuyeaoHhwc7xA9Ljkq5MX9FwYC8EbsfL2znpGVtPk_aZjTTXoq6peKY3U5eEmmzpEpNAKXsXFOZ7whMDUGka7ish1xrOSv7wpwUcYCPhCwjj2GIikqYvJAwAOSP_vChNd0UQCOw/s1600-h/Stevenson+2.1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUFXCvuyeaoHhwc7xA9Ljkq5MX9FwYC8EbsfL2znpGVtPk_aZjTTXoq6peKY3U5eEmmzpEpNAKXsXFOZ7whMDUGka7ish1xrOSv7wpwUcYCPhCwjj2GIikqYvJAwAOSP_vChNd0UQCOw/s400/Stevenson+2.1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098995323706935746" border="0" /></a><br />We also celebrated loads of birthdays this week. First up was my own! I became the first teenager in the house, though the twins were soon to follow. We threw a quiet little party at home with just the closest friends in attendance. And it seems that grandma and Abhijeet showing up in their undies has become a bit of a tradition *chuckles*. I swear that woman is getting battier by the day as she grows older. She insists that she wants to have at least fifty dream dates before she dies. I don't think she's far away from that now. Shame I won't be here to see her reach her goal, since I'm off to college soon, but more to that later.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx5mm5AzlUZktTHOmB2o4QOo9fG7rLXteGV_FfaNsbpC_C1ia8jSlqj1IQ4WCncPiXfg1mqkWuCysrvrdLPBSC40WF60xK4ysq4Js7C0mNlm_i9nu7dMEQgkyNeuQ_LLQSgHG3IM78VQ/s1600-h/Stevenson+2.2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx5mm5AzlUZktTHOmB2o4QOo9fG7rLXteGV_FfaNsbpC_C1ia8jSlqj1IQ4WCncPiXfg1mqkWuCysrvrdLPBSC40WF60xK4ysq4Js7C0mNlm_i9nu7dMEQgkyNeuQ_LLQSgHG3IM78VQ/s400/Stevenson+2.2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098995448260987346" border="0" /></a><br />Here's my birthday picture. Not bad looking, if I can say so myself. People say I look a bit preppy though. I guess it's true, since conservative values are very important to me. Especially family and things like that. Yeah, I decided to follow my dad's footsteps and become a family sim. He couldn't be more thrilled, since this means loads of grandkids for him. I think he's still a bit disappointed that mom didn't go along with his plan of having ten kids. Would have held up her career too much. I personally don't care much about that kind of thing. I just want to find a good wife that I can grow old with.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5jqjO7SZ6MqH2SZXDjrF7Qn_QjbV-BvcMvXSPsylcERTP9YNQOBq8V72Xq4ovsxqmA0ye2alU-LO48ha02wZeBfLH1igo5QjOzQxZXl85zbPt37Y6wqXv9RR7vYqSXR8DQy9ARi47sw/s1600-h/Stevenson+2.3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5jqjO7SZ6MqH2SZXDjrF7Qn_QjbV-BvcMvXSPsylcERTP9YNQOBq8V72Xq4ovsxqmA0ye2alU-LO48ha02wZeBfLH1igo5QjOzQxZXl85zbPt37Y6wqXv9RR7vYqSXR8DQy9ARi47sw/s400/Stevenson+2.3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099352861633856866" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hendrik Stevenson: </span>Family, with a LTW to reach his Golden Anniversary<br />Cancer: 6 neat, 1 shy, 6 active, 7 playful, 5 nice<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I got started on finding one right away, actually. I met this girl named Trista, and even managed to get up the courage to ask her for my first kiss. It was awesome!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoAT_Qte8L5Y02UqpGtX0h07TWjlFOGkEXlx97fSeeyypfEIBD7q9TC2Adc4RlZxXgLQ1rfGCRUFIBdtbw5pOn44NG1sm44CFfOH_hB9SyRYKkNfVl3V4Pm6k73rtdwv5AdZM6gteQOg/s1600-h/Stevenson+2.8.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoAT_Qte8L5Y02UqpGtX0h07TWjlFOGkEXlx97fSeeyypfEIBD7q9TC2Adc4RlZxXgLQ1rfGCRUFIBdtbw5pOn44NG1sm44CFfOH_hB9SyRYKkNfVl3V4Pm6k73rtdwv5AdZM6gteQOg/s400/Stevenson+2.8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099363315584255346" border="0" /></a><br />It was a busy week. I worked hard on my scholarships and grandma worked hard on dating, and generally there was never a quiet moment in the house. One of us was constantly bringing friends home from school and stuff. I think half of the neighbours' kids practically grew up on our front lawn. Mom and dad didn't mind. Mom never leaves out a chance to make a friend anyway. This is what a normal schoolday afternoon looked like:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyvqWu-p3nciK7qOTNLc963hZvALrCEZsnEK1_0cFQSWd3A8vQYdHh241oFIMS8IawnpNbFQVfKd96xbp3vza0ZT0ZXRJGNBNhMxsg_2inuuvhiuPUCEEDovAM3JdVagrgxl1H0xe96Q/s1600-h/Stevenson+2.9.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyvqWu-p3nciK7qOTNLc963hZvALrCEZsnEK1_0cFQSWd3A8vQYdHh241oFIMS8IawnpNbFQVfKd96xbp3vza0ZT0ZXRJGNBNhMxsg_2inuuvhiuPUCEEDovAM3JdVagrgxl1H0xe96Q/s400/Stevenson+2.9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099365656341431682" border="0" /></a><br />As I said, grandma continued on her dating spree as if there was no tomorrow. And at times I got the feeling that she was the main source of income for the house. She definitely did her part for refurbishing the house and adding a second story so there'd be more room. Heck, one night Abhijeet even brought two expensive presents at once! The guy must be loaded!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9zg3o-dzdgxDGG3HRrCzAiDovhHW9TB4rDn3dG0M1vVVHZ_uAFWC7m9CGkehFFdMKaYFEJApIuKii21ehLsbpkYsB2xpifVx4uEpI5tOSdd4gOD59RT79Q9nuizHEU-3F3KseKOF-VA/s1600-h/Stevenson+2.10.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9zg3o-dzdgxDGG3HRrCzAiDovhHW9TB4rDn3dG0M1vVVHZ_uAFWC7m9CGkehFFdMKaYFEJApIuKii21ehLsbpkYsB2xpifVx4uEpI5tOSdd4gOD59RT79Q9nuizHEU-3F3KseKOF-VA/s400/Stevenson+2.10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099367116630312338" border="0" /></a><br />The next birthday we had was Chloe's. We had another quiet party since she was too small to really appreciate it anyway. I was glad that the time of bottles and diaper changes was over, though I could hardly concentrate on the party with Trista over.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZEF-ItcTfL2AEY79gBhS-JM0bDlzVpLOka4uWY6bHy4sZOgYRfHOIxrGsbieKC-mRKYkSqCQwuNzEUha-kSwA1UtLDaaRjX1dFUSf2gWivB9wYnw9VQEGQf5GvsM55hAXks61tIPNCA/s1600-h/Stevenson+2.7.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZEF-ItcTfL2AEY79gBhS-JM0bDlzVpLOka4uWY6bHy4sZOgYRfHOIxrGsbieKC-mRKYkSqCQwuNzEUha-kSwA1UtLDaaRjX1dFUSf2gWivB9wYnw9VQEGQf5GvsM55hAXks61tIPNCA/s400/Stevenson+2.7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099368216141940146" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chloe Stevenson:</span> Aries; 6 neat, 9 outgoing, 6 active, 4 serious, 6 nice<br /></div><br />Dad did most of the training for my little sister. He was the one who really wanted another baby, after all. It was no wonder that the first word she learned was "daddy". That smart milk stuff is really great, by the way. I've got to remember that for when I have kids myself. Mom and dad said they wouldn't have made it through the twins' toddlerhood without it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgslha_XE8T3X0gISxcO2Zl3UPK7Jxb6gqAuGYM8hCqI6Bq3AY6sN7KKVkdhmFOwWpR9v5Y4eps8rzc7QGDift3RW_9OggtGEZXuVZwsULUcuWy7cp6sY56kTjO7hokcepFblnbD-NN3w/s1600-h/Stevenson+2.12.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgslha_XE8T3X0gISxcO2Zl3UPK7Jxb6gqAuGYM8hCqI6Bq3AY6sN7KKVkdhmFOwWpR9v5Y4eps8rzc7QGDift3RW_9OggtGEZXuVZwsULUcuWy7cp6sY56kTjO7hokcepFblnbD-NN3w/s400/Stevenson+2.12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099369040775660994" border="0" /></a><br />Meanwhile, mom was busy doing a great job at work. She was all over the news for playing a major role in arresting a bunch of criminals. Way to go, mom! Oh, and as you can see both my parents were promoted to SWAT team before that. They're both Lieutenants now, actually. They say they enjoy working together, since they get to spend more time with each other that way. I guess with four kids and a crazy grandma about the place, they don't usually have time for that at home.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQyuHc-85c6Isnnz359IQ-2AZC02WXyeTN6ucexPk2rFr2RxS8ZIwrDvS8nNGUXqIwqZn40s_tkTg-0roddf4l_iribpzzkvQSnVZVeE-kEnRoqhg4KyJTSKIHEAkKjZ0wdlJJTlQRdw/s1600-h/Stevenson+2.13.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQyuHc-85c6Isnnz359IQ-2AZC02WXyeTN6ucexPk2rFr2RxS8ZIwrDvS8nNGUXqIwqZn40s_tkTg-0roddf4l_iribpzzkvQSnVZVeE-kEnRoqhg4KyJTSKIHEAkKjZ0wdlJJTlQRdw/s400/Stevenson+2.13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099370127402386898" border="0" /></a><br />The twins' birthdays were next. This time we had a few more people around, even if it wasn't an official party. As I said, there were always more than enough guests at our house anyway for a nice celebration. Here's Frederik blowing out his candles.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkawYr9Pv30aewHa2p3QUNwnRCKc1rjA84U0nfcwdpuwq2Qn6K-7rZ344-ct7wZjnu8zFQBAzIoeWG_JORLQf-5K-dbq9xxrketdbDPnOupPX58P9yupyVKWcZBxpnmD2zyswGz5D-Vw/s1600-h/Stevenson+2.14.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkawYr9Pv30aewHa2p3QUNwnRCKc1rjA84U0nfcwdpuwq2Qn6K-7rZ344-ct7wZjnu8zFQBAzIoeWG_JORLQf-5K-dbq9xxrketdbDPnOupPX58P9yupyVKWcZBxpnmD2zyswGz5D-Vw/s400/Stevenson+2.14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099385937177003490" border="0" /></a><br />I know what he wished for as well. He wants to have loads of money once he's grown up. I guess he'll need it, since he's going to have to start a completely new household. After all, only one of us can move back to my parents' house after college.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkW4Sv0YHCT_TfAYnur9EqqbMsQVVqbnlrgHH2fqqOXoXFUypSODS2r0MOu1xts2zRh-9Yzscy34VpIeb8jSNEhwSuqYss9jeP4CabPO0UUs1rhJmF1NEo-oakh8szJck9QG4fi93odg/s1600-h/Stevenson+2.15.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkW4Sv0YHCT_TfAYnur9EqqbMsQVVqbnlrgHH2fqqOXoXFUypSODS2r0MOu1xts2zRh-9Yzscy34VpIeb8jSNEhwSuqYss9jeP4CabPO0UUs1rhJmF1NEo-oakh8szJck9QG4fi93odg/s400/Stevenson+2.15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099386495522751986" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Frederik Stevenson:</span> Fortune, with a LTW to be a Business Tycoon<br />Virgo: 10 neat, 2 shy, 2 lazy, 5 playful, 6 nice<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Here's a picture of the guests, with Sophie blowing out her own candles. She decided that she wanted to know everything there was and dedicate her life to learning. I guess she wanted to go down a path that nobody in our family has taken before. Now the only thing that we don't have represented in the house is a romance sim. I hope Chloe doesn't chose that though. It's asking for trouble, if you ask me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwhozbRP5l6Zj2JLfvNywAP_P5Z9eu9FtrpnSbhOaZZv4q7eI5PxtMJdimicteLxZDcOfrRRAXReKnSH8XT16ZLRf5NHvP6xRLjv1HnmCirtQoSFs1oFJI8IlLlHlGPqWBHZ9mzHQNbA/s1600-h/Stevenson+2.16.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwhozbRP5l6Zj2JLfvNywAP_P5Z9eu9FtrpnSbhOaZZv4q7eI5PxtMJdimicteLxZDcOfrRRAXReKnSH8XT16ZLRf5NHvP6xRLjv1HnmCirtQoSFs1oFJI8IlLlHlGPqWBHZ9mzHQNbA/s400/Stevenson+2.16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099388857754764802" border="0" /></a><br />Looks like with all the partying we forgot to take a picture of her right after she grew up, but I have a nice one right here of her with her first boyfriend, Orlando Centowski. I caught her by surprise taking this when she wasn't looking. Don't tell her I showed you though, because I think she might kill me. She's so easily embarrassed by stuff like this. I'm surprised she got her nose out of the books long enough to even get a boyfriend, actually. Another thing that surprises me is what she wants to do with her future. The daughter of two police people wants to become a criminal. I guess she's got a rebellious streak after all. Of course my parents don't know yet, or they'd freak out.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ5Ilwt2HZ5PIhMK90KZcWHE9QcpyoNpCKo_39v2zeQ2yUi0R-xtUHnxLCe7Ozbs3J8sApKJ2N221lQzfR6jfBzlr5-5vmQRKLbcYkWq3D9yyaW4nhBo5QvWZ4_RPmHdwq0a-QgOYenA/s1600-h/Stevenson+2.18.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ5Ilwt2HZ5PIhMK90KZcWHE9QcpyoNpCKo_39v2zeQ2yUi0R-xtUHnxLCe7Ozbs3J8sApKJ2N221lQzfR6jfBzlr5-5vmQRKLbcYkWq3D9yyaW4nhBo5QvWZ4_RPmHdwq0a-QgOYenA/s400/Stevenson+2.18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099389059618227730" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sophie Stevenson: </span>Knowledge, with a LTW to be a Criminal Mastermind<br />Capricorn: 6 neat, 1 shy, 2 lazy, 9 playful, 7 nice<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Talking of work, I managed to reach the top of my teenage career this week, just in time to grab the scholarship before I leave. I'm the team mascot now. Since I'm also an A+ student that makes me an overachiever! Dad was so proud. I'd have stayed home a bit longer, but Sarah is leaving for college this week already and I want to join her there.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfgnHB7lZ7VfM9Qki7QAoPlo42TmWXhkrkhQShFJSZxoVTSvo9Ygmxz-QruJ4FXfXIEpjhedL981aF8Bw2xKW0t53eIEMb2kI1XJ2-VDR8IGIVGyv9a4BdcOm6n-avHK78qmkfvTSr1g/s1600-h/Stevenson+2.19.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfgnHB7lZ7VfM9Qki7QAoPlo42TmWXhkrkhQShFJSZxoVTSvo9Ygmxz-QruJ4FXfXIEpjhedL981aF8Bw2xKW0t53eIEMb2kI1XJ2-VDR8IGIVGyv9a4BdcOm6n-avHK78qmkfvTSr1g/s400/Stevenson+2.19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099400836418553378" border="0" /></a><br />Oh yeah, I haven't told you about Sarah yet, haven't I. Well, if you look back at the picture from the twins' birthday, that's her right in the middle. She lives right down the street from us and just moved in as well, so we have a lot in common. We even have the same goals in life! ((Right down to the same LTW, lol)). The moment I met her at that fastfood joint where she works, I knew that she was 'the one'.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4IpNCMUq7om9yhhiJK3kuTiZOa767yBpOp6JXuvZ3xULF9RsjV9SylL4kChUOBjkcDtLp_5_PIXNvhjbjc4zTsyZn_X4zHXYorwcFjQowBtXIza48MyHQRbGZ5yimbkJo3uze0W_mw/s1600-h/Stevenson+2.17a.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4IpNCMUq7om9yhhiJK3kuTiZOa767yBpOp6JXuvZ3xULF9RsjV9SylL4kChUOBjkcDtLp_5_PIXNvhjbjc4zTsyZn_X4zHXYorwcFjQowBtXIza48MyHQRbGZ5yimbkJo3uze0W_mw/s400/Stevenson+2.17a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099402133498676786" border="0" /></a><br />I feel kind of bad about it, because both of us are already seeing someone else, but when fate strikes, you can't fight it. I have no idea how I'd ever make Trista understand, though. In the end, we both decided that it was best to keep our relationship on the down-low until we go to college. Trista hasn't mentioned going, and I don't think Sarah's boyfriend is either, so it'll be easier to let them down gently just by telling them that the distance thing doesn't work. I guess it's a bit of a cowardly thing to do, but better than breaking someone's heart, right?<br /><br />The last thing that happened this week was that Chloe grew up into a child as well. I can't seem to find pictures of her birthday at all, even though I knew that there was at least a cake. Ah well. Here's one of the two of us playing games that evening, after she'd going and changed her hair. She didn't really like the messy cut she had when she was little.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJOCbP9FIXjCF0VIL6aUHqNlWIZ5Eiqsrx-4kcHo9vh34aD78wAZogWarIrZsm3BDWJgXrWpeCG28neviCqSqu3D1464RlAMmWxog10Tsv68cW-Jc5XYMOpNLcoCvZ1mh3Zky1j76k2Q/s1600-h/Stevenson+2.20.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJOCbP9FIXjCF0VIL6aUHqNlWIZ5Eiqsrx-4kcHo9vh34aD78wAZogWarIrZsm3BDWJgXrWpeCG28neviCqSqu3D1464RlAMmWxog10Tsv68cW-Jc5XYMOpNLcoCvZ1mh3Zky1j76k2Q/s400/Stevenson+2.20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099406441350874690" border="0" /></a><br />Now that the youngest is growing up too, I'm thinking it wasn't such a bad idea to move out early. The house is getting quite full, and everyone's always hogging the phone when you need it. I'm hoping that with me and Sarah's money combined we can rent our own little place at college and have some peace. I'll see you there!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">End of round accomplishments:<br /></span>- Michael and Cathleen grabbed a few promotions each.<br />- The older kids all grew to teens and Chloe became a toddler, then a child<br />- Frederik became an overachiever<br />- The teens started dating and Frederik met the woman of his dreams<br />- Frederik moved to college<br />- Samantha reached her 39th dream date<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Points this round:</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> None</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Elliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526486110769200701noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668540428582072014.post-63717082875641018542007-08-14T10:27:00.000-07:002007-08-16T14:16:37.971-07:00Week 1: StuartHello, I'm Henry, and since my daughter moved out on me before we'd even properly moved in, I guess I'll have to do this update alone. I have to say I was a bit disappointed that Miranda left me for the first male that crossed her path. And he's dirt poor! Now if she'd chosen that Malcom guy from Bluewater I would have understood... Ah well, I guess she never did care much about money. She comes after her mother. A lovely woman, but with no business sense whatsoever. Now my new wife is the exact opposite, but more to that later.<br /><br />First, I'd like to show you my house. It's quite a nice one, if I say so myself. Very fitting of a man of my status. Or of the status I will one day have again. It still needs a lot of work, but I'm getting there. Sadly enough, with the only adult income out of the house and busy having someone else's babies, I had to put a temporary halt to the refurnishing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPKGQAi8V_ELoU5VjVrr9hYv1pkhC-ONFuhuw-_wZEy4BvCjpGSxwZj_s2KnHJ4JY3mbRMhCyXYuN1rJYJ-9_HvZwIwa3UV4fYwstOQ9tuwx2wilitDZ3QwatzeHK29KARD76u4CDr5g/s1600-h/Stuart+1.1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPKGQAi8V_ELoU5VjVrr9hYv1pkhC-ONFuhuw-_wZEy4BvCjpGSxwZj_s2KnHJ4JY3mbRMhCyXYuN1rJYJ-9_HvZwIwa3UV4fYwstOQ9tuwx2wilitDZ3QwatzeHK29KARD76u4CDr5g/s400/Stuart+1.1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098610275593881826" border="0" /></a><br />I didn't bother with getting one of the jobs offered to the elderly in the newspaper. They all bring pathetically little money, and I'm used to playing in a bigger league than that. Instead, I took a taxi to town. I was hoping for either a like-minded woman or a business partner with enough money to start a small business with me. Everything else I can handle on my own. Isn't the first time I've started from scratch, after all. I worked as a barrista for some extra cash, but mostly for the connections. This Ramirez guy wasn't very forthcoming though.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7nyOuGDZIdyeT28ClXCrQSlpTrLxgasHEnpTt4BKWY1r10NAumpFsdl63N0AnqtQtjX6q3FwBfW8tu17r_seIQcuvFdHE7Z5m3HICaQUR-iO_TpU8NYU1c4gH2dOy9a91GOdvQuf0A/s1600-h/Stuart+1.2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7nyOuGDZIdyeT28ClXCrQSlpTrLxgasHEnpTt4BKWY1r10NAumpFsdl63N0AnqtQtjX6q3FwBfW8tu17r_seIQcuvFdHE7Z5m3HICaQUR-iO_TpU8NYU1c4gH2dOy9a91GOdvQuf0A/s400/Stuart+1.2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098612689365502194" border="0" /></a><br />I was almost ready to give up and head home, when this beautiful specimen decided to walk by. Her name's Amy, and even though she's a lot younger than me we hit it off right away. The moment she told me that her lifetime dream is to become a Business Tycoon I was in love. Now that's a girl after my own taste! At the moment she's still working in the military though.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6z8RleSNmspqHvNOs-lQhzpr5syawpFvcr1BCD2NC79Oa3bkki_fFGUtjykgsInK8zAX8jrEo7yZZ8j8ypIt_cUhHy3x1efWe5Tu_FJkH8gIbiCxl5VzNesZFoo_LSEA7tfCImTzFLw/s1600-h/Stuart+1.3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6z8RleSNmspqHvNOs-lQhzpr5syawpFvcr1BCD2NC79Oa3bkki_fFGUtjykgsInK8zAX8jrEo7yZZ8j8ypIt_cUhHy3x1efWe5Tu_FJkH8gIbiCxl5VzNesZFoo_LSEA7tfCImTzFLw/s400/Stuart+1.3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098613118862231810" border="0" /></a><br />Oh, and of course a welcome waggon showed up at my place as well to greet me to the neighbourhood. I talked to them for a little bit, you never know when you'll need some good connections, after all, but none of them were particularly interesting. That Siobhan woman was quite charming though, but she seemed to be more interested in that other man, Andrew, than in me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBRwMfghyphenhyphenyQqeb6fZjQNaxyi_s_73ujXWfEiVAWgYX3nMeAbqtIfFTR_9gFkyy3eCSWnV-cF4Z0QNtxw8X6KfF12UZSX0OBYJtu21zGk6tRrSdJ96g77gGFMtMsjk3C5J_8XgHT409sA/s1600-h/Stuart+1.4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBRwMfghyphenhyphenyQqeb6fZjQNaxyi_s_73ujXWfEiVAWgYX3nMeAbqtIfFTR_9gFkyy3eCSWnV-cF4Z0QNtxw8X6KfF12UZSX0OBYJtu21zGk6tRrSdJ96g77gGFMtMsjk3C5J_8XgHT409sA/s400/Stuart+1.4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098614905568626962" border="0" /></a><br />After a while, I sent the visitors off on their way and invited Amy over. I had to use all my charm, but I eventually convinced her to move in with me. We weren't talking about marriage quite yet, but we both agreed that saving the money for her rent was a good thing.<br /><br />To my delight, Amy had some money put to the side, and rather than using it to improve the house I... err, we... decided to invest it into a small business of our own. I'd considered a home venue, but I really don't want strangers snooping around our property. It's called Little 'n Local, and it wasn't much to look at in the beginning, but we've done quite well with it. Right after Amy got back from her job as an astronaut, we headed over and got the place up and running.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTstphmrkzStJ4YD-LhuavMPKMyueye4VnTPxLmYv7eZBTYvLTvl5jIhehJd66k3YM6gJcJi03OZXkT0aWUKSMUQIf9vO4Euzh_VQnseBVV7uW20-xLNkvVrq4pXLTFoPbdQrkWOPoWQ/s1600-h/Stuart+1.5.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTstphmrkzStJ4YD-LhuavMPKMyueye4VnTPxLmYv7eZBTYvLTvl5jIhehJd66k3YM6gJcJi03OZXkT0aWUKSMUQIf9vO4Euzh_VQnseBVV7uW20-xLNkvVrq4pXLTFoPbdQrkWOPoWQ/s400/Stuart+1.5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098616662210251042" border="0" /></a><br />I can't believe that she didn't change out of her astronaut suit, but she didn't seem to be uncomfortable in it, and the customers didn't seem to mind either. In fact, she was quite the expert at making them feel comfortable in our store.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvb4V9DQbz9qWayJjIO9ILWVLg-FvIzs0XfjHjIfwzvfgvTB512FgzlAScv1d1t_w-giQdNMbOH_IC74CXppMkg9Aa5ZdqxsasOpNeNXUCm-auHWmU7DlE5qsB5HU8NvyqJWDgwcgcRQ/s1600-h/Stuart+1.11.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvb4V9DQbz9qWayJjIO9ILWVLg-FvIzs0XfjHjIfwzvfgvTB512FgzlAScv1d1t_w-giQdNMbOH_IC74CXppMkg9Aa5ZdqxsasOpNeNXUCm-auHWmU7DlE5qsB5HU8NvyqJWDgwcgcRQ/s400/Stuart+1.11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098618122499131698" border="0" /></a><br />With time, both of us became proficient enough at making sales that we were able to get people to buy just about anything. The business really started taking off at that point. Usually, I was doing the restocking and Amy handled the cash register, while whoever had the time wooed the customers. Although we both did our best to learn how to do practically everything.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2KJQvtHJBbUzuHT6zuZbFNLtSPYMPczAWPI7dHPgX2ujpR4gdoRfNjOQhweZ6HXmsUAqSxpyO3DlBrW8VrE0IDD5Zs8BDPRbpnfrq9EZh3oVVIYBCIgcy2ZI96tNDMRg6PlzqYn8E_g/s1600-h/Stuart+1.12.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2KJQvtHJBbUzuHT6zuZbFNLtSPYMPczAWPI7dHPgX2ujpR4gdoRfNjOQhweZ6HXmsUAqSxpyO3DlBrW8VrE0IDD5Zs8BDPRbpnfrq9EZh3oVVIYBCIgcy2ZI96tNDMRg6PlzqYn8E_g/s400/Stuart+1.12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098619050212067650" border="0" /></a><br />During that time, we barely ever went home, chosing instead to spend some quality time dating at the store when there weren't too many customers around. I even ended up proposing to her in the store one day, right in front of the customers. I think they found it quite endearing. Of course she said yes!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIJrHT311PiV1JSKRirqJjAMT7vy-LGJ0RWIJ82PHKfcqcSi_F_DkTIYBBZQ6HNAQP852MoY6pQH8Jb0bAs-oMZlc8qo-Y0bRjKAPxcWkns3iSEmksant5Xc84gLuWZljHWrcaASjpWA/s1600-h/Stuart+1.6.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIJrHT311PiV1JSKRirqJjAMT7vy-LGJ0RWIJ82PHKfcqcSi_F_DkTIYBBZQ6HNAQP852MoY6pQH8Jb0bAs-oMZlc8qo-Y0bRjKAPxcWkns3iSEmksant5Xc84gLuWZljHWrcaASjpWA/s400/Stuart+1.6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098619874845788498" border="0" /></a><br />As much as I love her, Amy does have her weaknesses. She has a bit of a short temper, and sometimes she even picks fights with the customers when I'm not paying attention. Usually I can calm her down though. After all, that's not good for business at all!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdtaJH0XP13_PWsf02ydXlvs6bOhau6-ZJFeG61HaLiSDw_0bFjHv8E3f9ySic7QZwPt06H8Y2oD3C3C-46EI-Gye346oWybEEuirVwCE-31K8rJx143qAfHHeMUhYTbysaX755uLHZQ/s1600-h/Stuart+1.9.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdtaJH0XP13_PWsf02ydXlvs6bOhau6-ZJFeG61HaLiSDw_0bFjHv8E3f9ySic7QZwPt06H8Y2oD3C3C-46EI-Gye346oWybEEuirVwCE-31K8rJx143qAfHHeMUhYTbysaX755uLHZQ/s400/Stuart+1.9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098620484731144546" border="0" /></a><br />Finally, after a lot of hard work, we managed to get our business to level 10. I'm not sure whether I want to keep it, though. I think We'll probably sell it and get something bigger. Since we've sold mostly artwork and decorative items, I'm thinking about buying a gallery where there's more space to properly display the more expensive items. But I'll have to wait for a while before that happens. You see, me and Amy decided that first we deserved some time off. We had a lovely wedding in our bedroom, just the two of us.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxligseSCid_tVJGqQbj5duuplmyAfVeQdwJ0sqeVQxVGyFF5e4zg4S9DbtJE8gyrqhpH64hbDo6ke3rR7N47QKs8oqtsWMr4SfCMumB6Umsxc-O3vOYGzMjXXwnBwrBSN9c5FYkELig/s1600-h/Stuart+1.15.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxligseSCid_tVJGqQbj5duuplmyAfVeQdwJ0sqeVQxVGyFF5e4zg4S9DbtJE8gyrqhpH64hbDo6ke3rR7N47QKs8oqtsWMr4SfCMumB6Umsxc-O3vOYGzMjXXwnBwrBSN9c5FYkELig/s400/Stuart+1.15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098621657257216370" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Amy Stuart:</span> Fortune, with a LTW to be a Business Tycoon<br />Scorpio: 6 neat, 5 outgoing, 8 active, 3 serious, 3 grouchy<br /></div><br />And of course we couldn't wait to get to the most pleasant part about marriage.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoh5rW6t8_I3S2PE-jnVGHRhNAC0Kxu3Bf7Ost7UFBvA0vsYSuQ3CgXphjBVNXx06n86m3BwE8yc138znJS60kgBgtUYmk0Ax8gnDiXlg4AOzxQLqa4EnGGuKtanPzA2Aty03_Pw9O1Q/s1600-h/Stuart+1.17.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoh5rW6t8_I3S2PE-jnVGHRhNAC0Kxu3Bf7Ost7UFBvA0vsYSuQ3CgXphjBVNXx06n86m3BwE8yc138znJS60kgBgtUYmk0Ax8gnDiXlg4AOzxQLqa4EnGGuKtanPzA2Aty03_Pw9O1Q/s400/Stuart+1.17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098622112523749762" border="0" /></a><br />Unfortunately, our little romp in the bedroom had consequences. ((Figures. My first day with risky Woohoo and it already takes it's toll, lol)) We hadn't planned on having a baby so soon, but I guess we'll have to make the best of it. At least it will give me more time to spend with my child before I become too old. I'm hoping for a boy to carry on the family name and one day inherit our business. After all, my daughter shows no interest at all in such things.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyzSURoTX7k1Je56A9FDHmkq8a93n9q8LAyEOugKMnvauj4lfA09PwqaIFrrr6U4xtSgdhZS-DGqQr4UNKSP4c6fgNflG9g4G6mpFuROEI7Q15BJS0D2BhHxYVQw4b3N1Cl4z6sbvyjw/s1600-h/Stuart+1.21.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyzSURoTX7k1Je56A9FDHmkq8a93n9q8LAyEOugKMnvauj4lfA09PwqaIFrrr6U4xtSgdhZS-DGqQr4UNKSP4c6fgNflG9g4G6mpFuROEI7Q15BJS0D2BhHxYVQw4b3N1Cl4z6sbvyjw/s400/Stuart+1.21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098623040236685714" border="0" /></a><br />Despite her early pregnancy, Amy decided to go to work one more time to get that last promotion in the military career. She plans on switching to business once the baby is born. Seemingly the pregnancy didn't slow her down at all, because she managed to get that promotion. That's a nice boost to her maternity leave as well. I couldn't be more proud of her!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmeazi7vSjdnOpMkF2PkYQej1Q6Hw1KJCw2NADbJ7FJ4d3R0RUvMclkR-sx6tQB4Gy-Jdtxn_mf5Dd647AAe6eRMvpN0GAEtlyRMro_xxn3PupXtUq8rONDmBg5Q-T1TJVo9GUQPlQ6A/s1600-h/Stuart+1.20.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmeazi7vSjdnOpMkF2PkYQej1Q6Hw1KJCw2NADbJ7FJ4d3R0RUvMclkR-sx6tQB4Gy-Jdtxn_mf5Dd647AAe6eRMvpN0GAEtlyRMro_xxn3PupXtUq8rONDmBg5Q-T1TJVo9GUQPlQ6A/s400/Stuart+1.20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098623894935177634" border="0" /></a><br />The pregnancy was quite uneventful. Amy spent most of it training skills that would benefit her in her new career, and I did a lot of redecorating on the house with the money we'd earned from our business. It's looking extremely stylish now! And of course I made sure that my wife was as comfortable as could be. Just when the wait was starting to become unbearable, our beautiful baby boy was born. Yes, it's a son and I couldn't be more happy! We named him Apollo, after the greek god. Seems Amy has a thing for mytholigy. I don't mind. It's a pleasant enough name, and he is a beautiful child who comes after his proud father. We do not plan on having any more children. I have my heir now, and we have more important plans.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNAC3RbYkGkzzZ_7YjX_LisSuz_hGn_Y5niqsOZcMWzHow2lrT3WSdX8pmwyi7tUkZB7hCxaRYes6CeFQLghwtDatmm-yCNkzr1JpA9L6gJ0rFXdqm6oL6dhxJhMMdv7E_ZNzO8mopwA/s1600-h/Stuart+1.24.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNAC3RbYkGkzzZ_7YjX_LisSuz_hGn_Y5niqsOZcMWzHow2lrT3WSdX8pmwyi7tUkZB7hCxaRYes6CeFQLghwtDatmm-yCNkzr1JpA9L6gJ0rFXdqm6oL6dhxJhMMdv7E_ZNzO8mopwA/s400/Stuart+1.24.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098627640146659762" border="0" /></a><br />There wasn't much time left in the week, and since I was unwilling to leave my precious son in the hands of one of those horrible nannies, I stayed at home with him while Amy went back to work. She didn't find a job in business right away, so she switched to sports for a while and made it all the way to assistant coach before she found the job of her dreams.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">End of round accomplishments:<br /></span>- Henry's girlfriend Amy moves in, bringing enough cash to buy their own business<br />- Little 'n Local reaches Level 10 (after about a sim week's solid playing)<br />- Henry and Amy get hitched and risky woohoo strikes<br />- Amy reaches the top of the military career track<br />- Apollo Stuart is born and well on his way to becoming a spoilt only child<br />- Amy finally finds a job in business and is currently a Senior Manager<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Points this round:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">- 3 for three sims: Henry, Amy and Apollo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">- 1 for Amy's TOC in the military</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Elliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526486110769200701noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668540428582072014.post-74443446923181876902007-08-14T08:48:00.000-07:002007-08-16T15:47:20.793-07:00Week 1: McMillanHello, I'm Siobhan McMillan, and I guess now that the kids are a bit older I actually have the time to tell you a bit about our family. I think you already know about the disappearance of my son and daughter-in-law, leaving me to care for their triplets. This is the last photo I have of them, getting ready to leave on their trip. I'm doubting that they'll ever come back now. *wipes away tear*<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgriRWFRd6Ws67nLdhhLnvlrU6MX9YXxT6rgs-Xycps1a7ymWZ-GPOMGhrrXimfOp9y24lzUu_7hDhSAYHsCCk4odyK7ZCxAWagJpu0LyZjLqu5-hHArrMI7VPBZvEnWZFWVxSk01AEzg/s1600-h/McMillan+1.1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgriRWFRd6Ws67nLdhhLnvlrU6MX9YXxT6rgs-Xycps1a7ymWZ-GPOMGhrrXimfOp9y24lzUu_7hDhSAYHsCCk4odyK7ZCxAWagJpu0LyZjLqu5-hHArrMI7VPBZvEnWZFWVxSk01AEzg/s400/McMillan+1.1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098584802142848930" border="0" /></a><br />This was the time when I regretted not spending more time on my career when I was younger, because I never did save up a lot of money for when I was old. Of course, it would have been enough for just me, and I've always found a man willing to pay the bills when it came to that. As things were, I was only able to buy a tiny cottage for me and the babies. I slept in the living room, but it was more important that the little ones each get their own chamber so that they wouldn't wake me or each other up. The good thing was that I still had enough money left after building this to survive without taking a job until they started going to school. Hopefully.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCB0ZcsQkB7JEuLhC-3pKGc5IkuVrXNTqCzneIL2CVr6cYT-u_MDF1H0anTpiuBpA95Vg5qfkIa8TtHN0QpcZaI7l-fhZVywUR3DofltWHjR8x-LGvFR23FtwiMYWzi8kf0fCPIxpSLA/s1600-h/McMillan+1.2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCB0ZcsQkB7JEuLhC-3pKGc5IkuVrXNTqCzneIL2CVr6cYT-u_MDF1H0anTpiuBpA95Vg5qfkIa8TtHN0QpcZaI7l-fhZVywUR3DofltWHjR8x-LGvFR23FtwiMYWzi8kf0fCPIxpSLA/s400/McMillan+1.2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098585747035654066" border="0" /></a><br />What I needed more than anything else though, was a new lover. I was separated from all my old acquaintances now, after all. Thankfully, I'd met this nice man over at the Stevensons' that I could call over for a date. Sure, he was married now and there wasn't a huge ammount of attraction, but it wasn't as if I was going to take him away from his family and he'd do for the start. We had a very pleasant date, so I was in a better mood to take on the toddlers than I had been before.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk04X5e9GxaadMknpQuw6WGvjKLYmqFZ8sjBp3iRJ0IIKGwMMs12owhNW_eTGbeeCKnb3C7I_PGhoruVOV_jsmsA8MrO80UVHlAL3oktVW8y8MWel70CSSqqdczdT6sYD4bMSuFPTNMQ/s1600-h/McMillan+1.3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk04X5e9GxaadMknpQuw6WGvjKLYmqFZ8sjBp3iRJ0IIKGwMMs12owhNW_eTGbeeCKnb3C7I_PGhoruVOV_jsmsA8MrO80UVHlAL3oktVW8y8MWel70CSSqqdczdT6sYD4bMSuFPTNMQ/s400/McMillan+1.3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098586769237870530" border="0" /></a><br />There were two more men in the welcome waggon, but neither of them were the least bit attractive, so I didn't spend much time with them. I can go on the hunt for more lovers when the toddlers reach school age.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw7sY8ZZkVPWuNAIIpkeOs3ALR5B_dSeHV1Km8d_2x216aGDMBzMtXZeZzJhOxCV3gcG2dvpKZEKz65L5gBq1QyjOwhhdSuo7My3uwDT6l3vAjwACxjvIeMWHn2wOTT0uE8ACkU1vkMw/s1600-h/McMillan+1.4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw7sY8ZZkVPWuNAIIpkeOs3ALR5B_dSeHV1Km8d_2x216aGDMBzMtXZeZzJhOxCV3gcG2dvpKZEKz65L5gBq1QyjOwhhdSuo7My3uwDT6l3vAjwACxjvIeMWHn2wOTT0uE8ACkU1vkMw/s400/McMillan+1.4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098587641116231634" border="0" /></a><br />The time that followed was extremely strenuous. One of the toddlers always needed me for something or other, and I was glad for the energizer. I don't think I would have survived without it. Heck, I don't think I ever used that bed once before they grew to children. They were relatively well behaved though. When I wasn't training them they spent the day playing with their toys.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo4JcS1yQvRkoZARpCcT1Yp6rbYsIjxEjkMwx_7ZgmEkQXqu9ku_uVzUlOBLehskNxySbIvQ94lybm7l8lygqcRFWIePdHx4uraAeiDj9WD3qu0tO9bkR1ht3kVdQYfJbYno4y_lD10A/s1600-h/McMillan+1.6.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo4JcS1yQvRkoZARpCcT1Yp6rbYsIjxEjkMwx_7ZgmEkQXqu9ku_uVzUlOBLehskNxySbIvQ94lybm7l8lygqcRFWIePdHx4uraAeiDj9WD3qu0tO9bkR1ht3kVdQYfJbYno4y_lD10A/s400/McMillan+1.6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098589792894846946" border="0" /></a><br />And sometimes, when they were all sleeping, I could even get a moment to myself. Or rather, to myself and Andrew. He was extremely helpful during those days. He even brought me expensive presents. I never knew that he had that kind of money. I sold the fountain, of course, and used the money to build myself a proper bedroom with a nice double bed. I don't know how I ever did without it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid66tf990pWjfrj4hky_M_d9YvTLuA3FzedH1WDxsyBGdk69yaOMB3r26s1MQoIevknp1dpePQt9DCpxhWnbi8csz6LN0bRlaQ61qC4WN7Q17qRC2g-1bRobd_8UFekx7SEwKw1n49Jw/s1600-h/McMillan+1.7.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid66tf990pWjfrj4hky_M_d9YvTLuA3FzedH1WDxsyBGdk69yaOMB3r26s1MQoIevknp1dpePQt9DCpxhWnbi8csz6LN0bRlaQ61qC4WN7Q17qRC2g-1bRobd_8UFekx7SEwKw1n49Jw/s400/McMillan+1.7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098590492974516210" border="0" /></a><br />Thanks to smart milk, I was able to get them all fully trained by the time they were ready to grow into children. I never knew how much work it was caring for three at once, and I was all the more glad that I'd only ever had one child myself.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL3ZR_4k-bJoKUE6HLI-k3DERXBtCYjfbNGoieJSb6pMD26DsRfFztBd8BFKpsbiL5rL76pXKZyT4SIyM-5ZLL8LF_yy6lv4Ji9enHzepe4BK2TpL6-hhUdW6Gegvo_R6uS5T5tM799A/s1600-h/McMillan+1.8.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL3ZR_4k-bJoKUE6HLI-k3DERXBtCYjfbNGoieJSb6pMD26DsRfFztBd8BFKpsbiL5rL76pXKZyT4SIyM-5ZLL8LF_yy6lv4Ji9enHzepe4BK2TpL6-hhUdW6Gegvo_R6uS5T5tM799A/s400/McMillan+1.8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098591356262942738" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS8Oy3KvhcJYDH6XyxcCeFJDs7d_LPuvIkCq7iIaFMOBQ62vXC0rNEOQtcRBlR37l5gxkmEUeqFgtmbe4s2drswtm95cMZLo5ruOYr2l7sUG-LqoQpSJZkvR6wfQLQWmbMFhYsyhqieQ/s1600-h/McMillan+1.5.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS8Oy3KvhcJYDH6XyxcCeFJDs7d_LPuvIkCq7iIaFMOBQ62vXC0rNEOQtcRBlR37l5gxkmEUeqFgtmbe4s2drswtm95cMZLo5ruOYr2l7sUG-LqoQpSJZkvR6wfQLQWmbMFhYsyhqieQ/s400/McMillan+1.5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098591274658564098" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlFUcFSMjxtyKjZUu6y8584yM0xM8I-vQKGFufO3onS2-SiX89m5zLVPcsZ0ogaVBFQIL7yaWtzOqeWZgozGjq876pOvu7_tRuQwsXk2J_9hu4c0pthvBpQkQsKMwKZwkoWFEbwUwmOg/s1600-h/McMillan+1.9.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlFUcFSMjxtyKjZUu6y8584yM0xM8I-vQKGFufO3onS2-SiX89m5zLVPcsZ0ogaVBFQIL7yaWtzOqeWZgozGjq876pOvu7_tRuQwsXk2J_9hu4c0pthvBpQkQsKMwKZwkoWFEbwUwmOg/s400/McMillan+1.9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098591467932092450" border="0" /></a><br />But in the end, their fifth birthday rolled around and they were all happy enough to grow up well. I was glad to never have to see another diaper again, and that they'd be able to put themselves to bed from now on. Here are birthday photos of my three sweethearts. Thankfully the girls have different hairstyles or even I wouldn't be able to tell them appart. The first photo is of Keira, the oldest, then comes Katelyn, the youngest, and the only boy is Keith, the middle child. Not that it matters much since they're only a few minutes appart.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbexB0c08r2T5kFgFc827W7zOCZutBTa6Z8U8Q4ObavAn2uQOEYlLOFRAEp00sX3pjrYjVH0X_Jt-5QjSnbqvjeL2h4C17DnzsDhMc_bygNtKq5vPwZumuV8C5qbMzVbW_Lfc4cV00pg/s1600-h/McMillan+1.11.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbexB0c08r2T5kFgFc827W7zOCZutBTa6Z8U8Q4ObavAn2uQOEYlLOFRAEp00sX3pjrYjVH0X_Jt-5QjSnbqvjeL2h4C17DnzsDhMc_bygNtKq5vPwZumuV8C5qbMzVbW_Lfc4cV00pg/s400/McMillan+1.11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098596467274025010" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUSZ407agPmDgrV_V0WanyS3Q4d-W_bXmdchCJjlwONs6EIWNXyVL1WTuKAgIdfuKXRhQ94TjpaB3dn_LMlQyOGNdsspgyuLYiWIp5S8KxidZ5zVKZ88GD-5O73q7_QYZnUHjHoYiZCg/s1600-h/McMillan+1.10.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUSZ407agPmDgrV_V0WanyS3Q4d-W_bXmdchCJjlwONs6EIWNXyVL1WTuKAgIdfuKXRhQ94TjpaB3dn_LMlQyOGNdsspgyuLYiWIp5S8KxidZ5zVKZ88GD-5O73q7_QYZnUHjHoYiZCg/s400/McMillan+1.10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098596630482782274" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh59fFYh_A2zD-vyqBDzOZPreO5olKArVwYIi4E-S24pXKKy0i4IJwY_-24l7WkPqAF2TcChVmHi9-pvtYr2uSIdFukE9-dnPagAZIseQjY-vBWEOMy3ffcflCjbMHhYhqOhtF-VshY9Q/s1600-h/McMillan+1.12.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh59fFYh_A2zD-vyqBDzOZPreO5olKArVwYIi4E-S24pXKKy0i4IJwY_-24l7WkPqAF2TcChVmHi9-pvtYr2uSIdFukE9-dnPagAZIseQjY-vBWEOMy3ffcflCjbMHhYhqOhtF-VshY9Q/s400/McMillan+1.12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098596828051277906" border="0" /></a><br />They're incredibly cute when they're all sleeping, though they're quite a rambunctious bunch when they're awake. All of them are very active children. Katelyn is very shy though, and Keira has a bit of a mean streak.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgABbtuf1KK1N6IOF4wcrmtHLbvuacVHC1GC3qacDDEE_8-0tnmlvhNGUdICEZkxmOERJftx29b6n4Jrg8j6Wot8LELmpbwHaHiWNEI8p7Q3JstP_zVfLNbP5f7HXzabABrmERS7pOxLw/s1600-h/McMillan+1.13.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgABbtuf1KK1N6IOF4wcrmtHLbvuacVHC1GC3qacDDEE_8-0tnmlvhNGUdICEZkxmOERJftx29b6n4Jrg8j6Wot8LELmpbwHaHiWNEI8p7Q3JstP_zVfLNbP5f7HXzabABrmERS7pOxLw/s400/McMillan+1.13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098597541015849058" border="0" /></a><br />Now that they're older, they can usually occupy themselves. They're constantly playing together, and have become good friends already. Here are Katelyn and Keith, I believe. She didn't much like her hair short, so she let it grow out. It looks quite good on her.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJg6zVTnGjMpt4hvqcORZ-N8MIMCKxXm5ik2iKP6UxxklDbHPzVeXYo4d63mLev4GzIR4uG7SI3DJOwqYmOLEI6l-NyH1amGFz_dQdQ8pFtHBGOhio22gj8Aw7eosLqHVnd_TKNSizbw/s1600-h/McMillan+1.15.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJg6zVTnGjMpt4hvqcORZ-N8MIMCKxXm5ik2iKP6UxxklDbHPzVeXYo4d63mLev4GzIR4uG7SI3DJOwqYmOLEI6l-NyH1amGFz_dQdQ8pFtHBGOhio22gj8Aw7eosLqHVnd_TKNSizbw/s400/McMillan+1.15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098598528858327154" border="0" /></a><br />With the kids out of my hair, I finally got some time for myself. For the first time in years, I slept like a log with nobody to wake me up in the middle of the night, it was extremely relaxing. I could definitely get used to this. Hopefully things will stay this way even when the kids grow into their teens, though I doubt it. If they're anything like I was at that age, the house will be full of friends and dates until all hours of the night.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWAAqS5W_qjweOKGeQBMLSKhmd_Lqv7whPb4pq9Zczl7LNS2G8_Y3wDk8FSyIlGli3krQgQsa3JFtuPhqkLbBvafMcyKDeIx1Cj2788VCQvtqepc92mxkg_kbDZocsZwb06CADH3KfUw/s1600-h/McMillan+1.16.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWAAqS5W_qjweOKGeQBMLSKhmd_Lqv7whPb4pq9Zczl7LNS2G8_Y3wDk8FSyIlGli3krQgQsa3JFtuPhqkLbBvafMcyKDeIx1Cj2788VCQvtqepc92mxkg_kbDZocsZwb06CADH3KfUw/s400/McMillan+1.16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098599542470609026" border="0" /></a><br />Another thing I finally had more time for is dating. I wasn't awfully attracted to Andrew and I knew he had a bad conscience about his wife and child at home, so I decided not to see him quite as often anymore. Instead I went out with that Gilbert fellow from Bluewater Village. Only this old hag interrupted us in the middle of our date. The nerve! Just because the frumpy old wench can't get a man she thinks that I can't have any fun anymore either! The date was a success anyway. I learned my lesson though. I'm meeting my men at my place from now on.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5gtPeSYmTRw3MTbGY2PJdSZAivLCVLF60aMszFyjy-TZyYv62CPlSWo2ga_53XXxwmtMnGtyXV5H3YPOYIvViVXHzlkzbey5CeFcyXmevJaUWe4Ufy6x602ejS2nMieWtcWSsV_P1_Q/s1600-h/McMillan+1.17.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5gtPeSYmTRw3MTbGY2PJdSZAivLCVLF60aMszFyjy-TZyYv62CPlSWo2ga_53XXxwmtMnGtyXV5H3YPOYIvViVXHzlkzbey5CeFcyXmevJaUWe4Ufy6x602ejS2nMieWtcWSsV_P1_Q/s400/McMillan+1.17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098600680636942482" border="0" /></a><br />It's getting more and more risky to date in public anyway. I wouldn't want to get caught! So I invited my next date home with me while the kids were at school. I have a slight inkling that he was supposed to be in class himself since he's still in college, but then who am I to complain. I'm not his mother, after all.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Lcdgx_VnWbveqQsax4oVBebw8FoU4VRVDdzOyoyup5-NeO7ssWtP_2jDBnmQrWAIyrnRQeBrRTFS38DarBuA5IvJK_fNN47q7KkFyy6Np_osysJqkqupid3JX-Ra_HozaCqks4aiHw/s1600-h/McMillan+1.19.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Lcdgx_VnWbveqQsax4oVBebw8FoU4VRVDdzOyoyup5-NeO7ssWtP_2jDBnmQrWAIyrnRQeBrRTFS38DarBuA5IvJK_fNN47q7KkFyy6Np_osysJqkqupid3JX-Ra_HozaCqks4aiHw/s400/McMillan+1.19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098601402191448226" border="0" /></a><br />I dated our mailman as well. Now that's a sweet guy if I ever saw one! I think I've even got a bit of a crush on him. But I'm not taking any of my relationships any further at this point. I've never considered getting married in the past, and I'm not changing my mind now. I'm just not the type to settle down with one man. He did bring me a nice jacuzi though. Unfortunately I don't really have a use for it at the moment, since dating outside is just too risky, so I sold it for the money. Let's just say that I'm not having any financial problems at the moment and I was even able to decorate the house a little bit.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS6_oTexYJeJP6KqXD0Che72qWrmsVAuwehIuJxTt9e1eFc2zc6LTWd6KASciAby1L0Q6jvLuyIVFPny0Djq7nJcbohE0Cc9USXMnoHCWC9OOgio0POBRKuUSJnmo3WZ6afH3UjW3hNg/s1600-h/McMillan+1.21.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS6_oTexYJeJP6KqXD0Che72qWrmsVAuwehIuJxTt9e1eFc2zc6LTWd6KASciAby1L0Q6jvLuyIVFPny0Djq7nJcbohE0Cc9USXMnoHCWC9OOgio0POBRKuUSJnmo3WZ6afH3UjW3hNg/s400/McMillan+1.21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098606843915012274" border="0" /></a><br />All in all, me and the kids have fallen into a pleasant routine. They spend most of their free time playing together or studying...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRGcwaodYBPlXF80boNVBsqt0vy7NGrNQT0JnOdHwXsZdTL5TsTz_CZqChd3SerocxHSvRKxVbCof-Gx2Qfj60wquvmvj98KZ9NymLBHsGsdZSECEXCTDNnpTy7nlIh6UGMemDD9CbLg/s1600-h/McMillan+1.22.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRGcwaodYBPlXF80boNVBsqt0vy7NGrNQT0JnOdHwXsZdTL5TsTz_CZqChd3SerocxHSvRKxVbCof-Gx2Qfj60wquvmvj98KZ9NymLBHsGsdZSECEXCTDNnpTy7nlIh6UGMemDD9CbLg/s400/McMillan+1.22.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098607316361414850" border="0" /></a><br />And I spend most of my time in... erm... other ways.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPgp4HzntDVoVzIBCQMdQGYD8FHOMSlSw__3t5g8D9iDvNDTJcfqptF1dYbH5xaZLSIGtMf-ifzIXdbTR6PNLp3zKYqR4iPBNLKwFUZWBNxQcBUp6B3UFbRevtRPHMe2j0dRULkSCb3Q/s1600-h/McMillan+1.23.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPgp4HzntDVoVzIBCQMdQGYD8FHOMSlSw__3t5g8D9iDvNDTJcfqptF1dYbH5xaZLSIGtMf-ifzIXdbTR6PNLp3zKYqR4iPBNLKwFUZWBNxQcBUp6B3UFbRevtRPHMe2j0dRULkSCb3Q/s400/McMillan+1.23.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098607505339975890" border="0" /></a><br />I did manage to teach them all how to study over the weekend though, so I'm hoping they'll all get top grades as soon as school starts again. And maybe I'll have the headmaster over for dinner as well one of these days. I bet I can woo him into accepting the kids, and the house isn't looking quite as shabby anymore these days.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">End of round accomplishments:<br /></span>- Thanks to the aspiration points gained from dating Andrew, Siobhan has no problems raising the toddlers to childhood<br />- All three children grow up well with all their skills learned<br />- Siobhan continues on her quest to woo as many men as possible<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Points this round:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">- 4 for four sims: Siobhan, Kaitlyn, Keith and Keira</span><br /></span>Elliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526486110769200701noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668540428582072014.post-47360405323670347742007-08-14T07:20:00.000-07:002007-08-14T12:13:13.291-07:00Week 1: FosterHello, Arcadia Foster here. I think I'll be doing the updates for now because my dad's constantly busy with studying. I guess mom was right when she said that he was more interested in books than people. I still don't think that was reason enough for her to run off with another guy though, but whatever. The two of us have to make the best of what we've got and move on with life. And boy did we ever! But let's start at the beginning...<br /><br />Dad was studying when the welcome waggon arrived, so I was the one that went out and greeted them. I always like meeting new people! I eventually convinced him to come out too though, and I don't think he ended up regretting it. Actually, I know he didn't.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKpwio-505z65r36hDTWL9o_pWRZuqQrPPT76Wyd8WB-bBdhQj3arlP_o0U3txpx9JID-C9UnGrzx-WIVdysn_fTC7kiSQckdV4JLomQOmnd1JZXa64SSYWnru67lAiM3ciuY0GvUMA/s1600-h/Foster+1.3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKpwio-505z65r36hDTWL9o_pWRZuqQrPPT76Wyd8WB-bBdhQj3arlP_o0U3txpx9JID-C9UnGrzx-WIVdysn_fTC7kiSQckdV4JLomQOmnd1JZXa64SSYWnru67lAiM3ciuY0GvUMA/s400/Foster+1.3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098561922852062834" border="0" /></a><br />You see, one of the people in the waggon was Miranda Stuart, and those two got along really great. Miranda just moved in here with her father as well, so she could relate to our situation.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh38QY84W6dC8Ssv0jRvby7qLtf3gcxVs3d8TnskWtAXzoVf6iyRLpWgPhVWBiTc_JYsjYxTNru07yCP5uMXU7vduVF499YUzfrb3xqBJg4bDlkFojKasPTJZc5AJJH-CMCAnnyBJxlFg/s1600-h/Foster+1.4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh38QY84W6dC8Ssv0jRvby7qLtf3gcxVs3d8TnskWtAXzoVf6iyRLpWgPhVWBiTc_JYsjYxTNru07yCP5uMXU7vduVF499YUzfrb3xqBJg4bDlkFojKasPTJZc5AJJH-CMCAnnyBJxlFg/s400/Foster+1.4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098562794730423938" border="0" /></a><br />As I said, they ended up really hitting it off. I didn't know dad still had it in him. And to think <span style="font-style: italic;">I</span> should be the one with the raging hormones! *shakes head*<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDvALa95-TTBtWdnaTvun43QN_etJEEuW4THvzTE3zoSNR5i2a1YWaBcX-LZzxv40VQZLJ90NaueWTxvMfsnY3ztCK_ZtzTodn2JPmgqonIQfZDbS5kaW-j8n9Vz9jGlpxf5V2KlB6cA/s1600-h/Foster+1.5.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDvALa95-TTBtWdnaTvun43QN_etJEEuW4THvzTE3zoSNR5i2a1YWaBcX-LZzxv40VQZLJ90NaueWTxvMfsnY3ztCK_ZtzTodn2JPmgqonIQfZDbS5kaW-j8n9Vz9jGlpxf5V2KlB6cA/s400/Foster+1.5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098563103968069266" border="0" /></a><br />Dad didn't really care what job he took, since he's more interested in studying anyway, so he hired with the military because they pay so well. Looks like the job suits him, since he got several promotions already. Though he says it's not always so pleasant. He earned a bit of cooking skill the hard way the other day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI65XTMVMoxFivBP2y22vARsqKv35KVy4yCydQQLpbo_9yKhoXJ-Ix2linvf-zOys9f7xbT8ZVr4iAHkPVHwKZeXrpR6kI8tIw8X5VVsHjdhFxfEK_G_TOeC3CMQS3EdJIxpmgnxlUuA/s1600-h/Foster+1.6.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI65XTMVMoxFivBP2y22vARsqKv35KVy4yCydQQLpbo_9yKhoXJ-Ix2linvf-zOys9f7xbT8ZVr4iAHkPVHwKZeXrpR6kI8tIw8X5VVsHjdhFxfEK_G_TOeC3CMQS3EdJIxpmgnxlUuA/s400/Foster+1.6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098563889947084450" border="0" /></a><br />Dad and Miranda really didn't waste any time. Dad popped the question and she moved in. I'm not sure how happy I am about that. She's nice enough, but I think half of dad's decision was because we got a letter from mom the other day saying that her and her new man are having a baby. Yeah. Sucks, doesn't it. I guess he wanted to show her that he could keep up with that.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbTxmj6JUj3-mcN9Vn2yeMntFtsEtzfKniSiD05kK8p543KagTi8vJndVJqJQkj112dxYkP-7713wqQNRj8P-zlM61hrfQ0R3UFcpNda8yCjEva44WVLw-lBtF7U2Qapvpo_CgF4kDtQ/s1600-h/Foster+1.7.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbTxmj6JUj3-mcN9Vn2yeMntFtsEtzfKniSiD05kK8p543KagTi8vJndVJqJQkj112dxYkP-7713wqQNRj8P-zlM61hrfQ0R3UFcpNda8yCjEva44WVLw-lBtF7U2Qapvpo_CgF4kDtQ/s400/Foster+1.7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098568760439998130" border="0" /></a><br />And boy can he ever. You know what Miranda said when she moved in? She said she wants six children. SIX! And she wants to see them all married off as well. Wow, the woman's got some kind of ambition! But that's not the best part. You know what dad said to that? He said "Sure!". SURE?!? My dad, the nerd, with six brats runnung around the house? It's official. Both of my parents have completely lost their marbles. Hello! You already have a kid, remember? Me! What happened to me! Did I drop off the face of the earth or something? Not that anyone would have noticed if I had. *scoffs and walks off*<br /><br />Oh yeah. And of course they got started right away. Miranda was preggers within days and they were both sickeningly thrilled about it. When she wasn't puking her heart out, that is.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq5AJn3DnZ6GNZ87DvMOKjZEpy_yXhyphenhyphenaYQOUXw_LFZVlodnrxj6JsX5hCmVE9BbR1NVlwiH5giosbiCddS5vSkya4wZyU1FJ3FrVVOCjn54t5qwwZfO1T2FgKGsS-tCcqEvQU3-jsLKA/s1600-h/Foster+1.11.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq5AJn3DnZ6GNZ87DvMOKjZEpy_yXhyphenhyphenaYQOUXw_LFZVlodnrxj6JsX5hCmVE9BbR1NVlwiH5giosbiCddS5vSkya4wZyU1FJ3FrVVOCjn54t5qwwZfO1T2FgKGsS-tCcqEvQU3-jsLKA/s400/Foster+1.11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098570182074173122" border="0" /></a><br />Of course, they had to get married first, and they staged a big party to let everyone in on how happy they were together. Not that anyone could overlook that fact, but whatever. They did the whole shebang with wedding arch and everything. None of us knew too many people, so me and Miranda's father were the only ones in attendance. Oh, and this guy I happened to bring home from school that day. Here are the photos from the party. Sickeningly sweet, aren't they.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQhKU1TWGRWoG3SMop1OSekj6p5BLprkW3AwB0NIkieg9s5C9zXxyKHutpRu8Q5q1K6F3tT0VIlqCEMaXhcUlLkxJA739UXWYfWJRSM04vrUM602C5luFd8JWIYjBuB8DlY40dOxEbtQ/s1600-h/Foster+1.13.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQhKU1TWGRWoG3SMop1OSekj6p5BLprkW3AwB0NIkieg9s5C9zXxyKHutpRu8Q5q1K6F3tT0VIlqCEMaXhcUlLkxJA739UXWYfWJRSM04vrUM602C5luFd8JWIYjBuB8DlY40dOxEbtQ/s400/Foster+1.13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098571268700899026" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_0qlHoiGBQlwSsVG3I1lIfjsrlmDPUTSQ2GRhVkNF2SzItYajdkQWvbDTVKH5-YYJtbMf4j70LkFbJk05uVNX1w7VpDfnIdAKJwX_GNa2SvtEbvrb8mcAiYukccudRMffjFRzDFqDBw/s1600-h/Foster+1.14.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_0qlHoiGBQlwSsVG3I1lIfjsrlmDPUTSQ2GRhVkNF2SzItYajdkQWvbDTVKH5-YYJtbMf4j70LkFbJk05uVNX1w7VpDfnIdAKJwX_GNa2SvtEbvrb8mcAiYukccudRMffjFRzDFqDBw/s400/Foster+1.14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098572381097428738" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Y3F2VCQkOHknIP1r_5yrUw5thAvVF64DtRfLD6OAQBJhyphenhyphenLu699a4bPQLWs2cycSdR_4ZddXR2k9dqAqC8TUF8Vw5bf6VTQJQCS1BBXFiolKJapno_Q0wCocAbDwid3v2Y0zT_9vYnA/s1600-h/Foster+1.15.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Y3F2VCQkOHknIP1r_5yrUw5thAvVF64DtRfLD6OAQBJhyphenhyphenLu699a4bPQLWs2cycSdR_4ZddXR2k9dqAqC8TUF8Vw5bf6VTQJQCS1BBXFiolKJapno_Q0wCocAbDwid3v2Y0zT_9vYnA/s400/Foster+1.15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098572217888671474" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxmDXCrPpBLnfb07lPerwaeUE_sQ9U7CR0zzLpHAUYdMoh_9eQzNDgYFDaBHPG5kUMzEkqy-n0hRBAkZpSzQ9cheKDzmBJO9w-7a5UF-6GMMc-XyAdOJAssBQtIIGuPKREpifu3k-0Iw/s1600-h/Foster+1.16.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxmDXCrPpBLnfb07lPerwaeUE_sQ9U7CR0zzLpHAUYdMoh_9eQzNDgYFDaBHPG5kUMzEkqy-n0hRBAkZpSzQ9cheKDzmBJO9w-7a5UF-6GMMc-XyAdOJAssBQtIIGuPKREpifu3k-0Iw/s400/Foster+1.16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098572462701807378" border="0" /></a><br />They staged the wedding just in time, because right after the honeymoon Miranda started showing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO7SBJgLuRQ2ohBPn801AswTe79Fbgbqq3-Q_F7gq3uQvA3eVyjdSJX2EmPWGYiqf0gnnqBnQhE9EVTcsOw_0VmAkLX8b46zNYXfALUf3hOyCeQtzEjzEeJnxeD8RHPmj2Pt206cv_Mg/s1600-h/Foster+1.17.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO7SBJgLuRQ2ohBPn801AswTe79Fbgbqq3-Q_F7gq3uQvA3eVyjdSJX2EmPWGYiqf0gnnqBnQhE9EVTcsOw_0VmAkLX8b46zNYXfALUf3hOyCeQtzEjzEeJnxeD8RHPmj2Pt206cv_Mg/s400/Foster+1.17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098572832068994850" border="0" /></a><br />But enough about them, let's talk about me! I got quite busy in the romance department as well. No babies from me, though. Nuh-uh! I did have a date with Randy London though, and we shared my first kiss!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX4hy5NY-7eq2yw0qjjgjeOJR7ghOHy9Xft4iMxAj2MqBOBVhr6isjAMsW0rz8QM5GYelgrWCawsXCZicfQKqZqrRhfxSZebA5_iF21EG6C85OALU4K3FD-idOn3KwnMEkQUJPx57nOw/s1600-h/Foster+1.10.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX4hy5NY-7eq2yw0qjjgjeOJR7ghOHy9Xft4iMxAj2MqBOBVhr6isjAMsW0rz8QM5GYelgrWCawsXCZicfQKqZqrRhfxSZebA5_iF21EG6C85OALU4K3FD-idOn3KwnMEkQUJPx57nOw/s400/Foster+1.10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098573291630495538" border="0" /></a><br />I don't think I'm ready to go steady quite yet though. I'd like to date around a bit first. Not to mention I'm still doubting my lifetime aspiration. I think I'll wait until college before I get serious. (She's rerolling. I'm not doing 5 top level businesses if I can help it.)<br /><br />I also had a date with this really cute goth looking kid. I figure the more boys I date the more likely I am to find 'the one', right?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4bPMimoYi4Hy992LQoT1xDu7UT4o5PPLFW3LYnjeleXR-QxdlnTKUaDNcZtdGDQFH1ldV_J103VFeB_sBIkaTFjCfk-jpJwfGdNF18IxHO4lu4Dq8veF_gaM00ojCfiZgDlQVEDOn0A/s1600-h/Foster+1.20.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4bPMimoYi4Hy992LQoT1xDu7UT4o5PPLFW3LYnjeleXR-QxdlnTKUaDNcZtdGDQFH1ldV_J103VFeB_sBIkaTFjCfk-jpJwfGdNF18IxHO4lu4Dq8veF_gaM00ojCfiZgDlQVEDOn0A/s400/Foster+1.20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098574803458983746" border="0" /></a><br />I'm also getting top grades at school. Next week, I'm planning on getting a job as well, so that I can save up some money for college. I've got to get out of this house before it starts swarming with screaming little diaper-fillers.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizYQhk3w-Bzn5_vlXFYkFXSxRWPlAJIt0vpg6J_Dxhg0iuQLjbqEGE3ElygcBxQN_bMeBWsOif9DSW6a8Eb6rdz5OG0mTC6vmfEl7NJjEyfSzw5He7-U5ichLDbLVnax58PnHGfM92lw/s1600-h/Foster+1.19.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizYQhk3w-Bzn5_vlXFYkFXSxRWPlAJIt0vpg6J_Dxhg0iuQLjbqEGE3ElygcBxQN_bMeBWsOif9DSW6a8Eb6rdz5OG0mTC6vmfEl7NJjEyfSzw5He7-U5ichLDbLVnax58PnHGfM92lw/s400/Foster+1.19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098575258725517138" border="0" /></a><br />Talking of... my little sister Allegra was born over the weekend, and she looks exactly like her mother. Except for the eyes. She has me and dad's eyes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUKoPP6fjXf47mUFdj5l8E96ZUkH-0ayP-hBezroT3m5XA9dI2pnuaVz3f2J5C3zKWV631ghH830Bsz6uV2HdWZjxSmc7dpjWZmLfzpqx21YwbEvnYU-G_mQzrn-FuXkWk3uCivqUW5A/s1600-h/Foster+1.21.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUKoPP6fjXf47mUFdj5l8E96ZUkH-0ayP-hBezroT3m5XA9dI2pnuaVz3f2J5C3zKWV631ghH830Bsz6uV2HdWZjxSmc7dpjWZmLfzpqx21YwbEvnYU-G_mQzrn-FuXkWk3uCivqUW5A/s400/Foster+1.21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098577028252043106" border="0" /></a><br />Living with Allegra in the house was tough. We didn't have room for a proper nursery, so she had to sleep in the kitchen, where she kept crying and annoying the heck out of everybody, especially me. Everyone was a bit crabby, and I even had a huge fight with Miranda about helping out in the house. She thought that I was old enough to do some of the chores, and I said I wasn't about to take over all the work just because she was busy popping out one baby after the other.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjfDyEXrgd5yV42EBp55DyZ5MLLmDG2Wqr7jn6eAkChkLhjQre53i9MYvo06XAebU_ExCKg2na2JGIOQVbgOE-f9hEPf8vRXJ7SDVUQLOB6nVkn0fresvc2CFr_iNDAz8YfrB59NBitQ/s1600-h/Foster+1.22.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjfDyEXrgd5yV42EBp55DyZ5MLLmDG2Wqr7jn6eAkChkLhjQre53i9MYvo06XAebU_ExCKg2na2JGIOQVbgOE-f9hEPf8vRXJ7SDVUQLOB6nVkn0fresvc2CFr_iNDAz8YfrB59NBitQ/s400/Foster+1.22.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098578943807457138" border="0" /></a><br />Yeah, she's pregnant again already and constantly either puking or sleeping. If this is what it's like to have babies, I'm going to stay single, thank you very much. Or I'll adopt or something.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2zBZmbRarLXpPwDTH30Tl6y2_4T7ZeFAIQYxlpf8O4zfYhdC0dlY1xXcAiSIjxfJEcMI6wlwtIkpqkkwU5YjW8QYywiUfpMoO44h6A2JhsKJJeYOIDsDb6FGEt9a4iJoeWGwpOUqvJg/s1600-h/Foster+1.23.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2zBZmbRarLXpPwDTH30Tl6y2_4T7ZeFAIQYxlpf8O4zfYhdC0dlY1xXcAiSIjxfJEcMI6wlwtIkpqkkwU5YjW8QYywiUfpMoO44h6A2JhsKJJeYOIDsDb6FGEt9a4iJoeWGwpOUqvJg/s400/Foster+1.23.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098579407663925122" border="0" /></a><br />I felt bad about the fight though. I guess I <span style="font-style: italic;">could</span> take a bit of time off from dating and do some cleaning or something. I seriously hate tidying up though. I wish we had the money to hire a maid, but with only one income... and I'd rather spend my time studying for scholarships, since I'm off to university soon. I did bake her some cheesecake to make up for the fight though, since she was craving it so much and I'm the only one with enough cooking skill. I think she appreciated it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglei6YvmjEkVeIuZSW5W6aOEROcjzm-_ePZBv5wSGGLj09h020yZz_anqQKQMFCT8RKj2XfWkygP_WYemym-5JVO-WaQsFMxtz4GOwIHhAOGo8MZL15wh6Edg4iCgHDQkeyiG8UoePZw/s1600-h/Foster+1.24.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglei6YvmjEkVeIuZSW5W6aOEROcjzm-_ePZBv5wSGGLj09h020yZz_anqQKQMFCT8RKj2XfWkygP_WYemym-5JVO-WaQsFMxtz4GOwIHhAOGo8MZL15wh6Edg4iCgHDQkeyiG8UoePZw/s400/Foster+1.24.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098581052636399506" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />End of round accomplishments:</span><br />- Miranda Stuart marries Darren and moves in<br />- Arcadia starts dating<br />- Baby Allegra is born<br />- Two more babies are on the way<br />- Darren is busy studying and working his way up in the military<br />- Arcadia is feeling neglected and looking forward to college<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Points this round:</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br />- 4 for four sims, Darren, Arcadia, Miranda and Allegra</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Elliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526486110769200701noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668540428582072014.post-61336306370295632182007-08-14T05:57:00.000-07:002007-08-16T14:18:05.826-07:00Week 1: Mitchell(Author's note: This was the hardest time I ever had killing off placeholders. Since the two remaining sims are both family, it broke their hearts and nearly broke mine.)<br /><br />Hello all, Andrew Mitchell speaking. As you might have heard, me and my granddaughter just had to endure the death of my beloved son and his wife. We had a hard time coping after that, but the two of us have always been very close, and it's only strengthened our bond in the end. Together, we've managed to pick ourselves back up and continue with our lives and make a new start. But let's start at the beginning, shal we?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjty-CvOZv3coukxLYymuFZMDNEJllcYpH3hTBQnokvyufx9wJ33X4oXgzL5qp37qTacEDcb3PX_HOgP8W4VHie1tBohWrhF2ICt18dqmp4F-Gf7_eX2FQkgGCEAAIPm0LtC7KGEcpVMg/s1600-h/Mitchell+1.1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjty-CvOZv3coukxLYymuFZMDNEJllcYpH3hTBQnokvyufx9wJ33X4oXgzL5qp37qTacEDcb3PX_HOgP8W4VHie1tBohWrhF2ICt18dqmp4F-Gf7_eX2FQkgGCEAAIPm0LtC7KGEcpVMg/s400/Mitchell+1.1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098541839584986466" border="0" /></a><br />This was our welcome waggon at the new house. Henry Foster showed up as well as some townies. I was glad that there was someone Sarah's age too. They didn't stay too long though, since I had to go to work and Sarah wanted to go out and meet some more of our neighbours.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Ak0Ve9jDTlhFOrC4tpT-Sa1k0IefpuaDS3Sxa8Fo9XNK2jgp9zXobrzvsDQmGdlKJMdAIJvquZzdg9GJQVALzD4JDmp8qAavNRP_cHroOWuYu0_rR46L6OOdCG0BSm0hT8ylhlBr7g/s1600-h/Mitchell+1.2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Ak0Ve9jDTlhFOrC4tpT-Sa1k0IefpuaDS3Sxa8Fo9XNK2jgp9zXobrzvsDQmGdlKJMdAIJvquZzdg9GJQVALzD4JDmp8qAavNRP_cHroOWuYu0_rR46L6OOdCG0BSm0hT8ylhlBr7g/s400/Mitchell+1.2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098542836017399154" border="0" /></a><br />It seems she did more than just that. A few days later I caught her kissing George McCarthy on the lawn. He's a nice boy, but I'd hoped for someone more family oriented like herself. Ah well, maybe she'll end up changing her mind. After all, teenage romances don't always last. They make a cute couple, though, and she's having fun.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4G2BYZJKM0h39sChD6lVcWpNKWFpILHbzka19ZtRr3Rfktxnw50Fyrym1hX7wob20l6iZN4gs97MhzB9yO_zngahl6FD75I36P-Bojun2C0S4waB9gFQ6g9c_gN7dYfs63n4pPpwnsw/s1600-h/Mitchell+1.4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4G2BYZJKM0h39sChD6lVcWpNKWFpILHbzka19ZtRr3Rfktxnw50Fyrym1hX7wob20l6iZN4gs97MhzB9yO_zngahl6FD75I36P-Bojun2C0S4waB9gFQ6g9c_gN7dYfs63n4pPpwnsw/s400/Mitchell+1.4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098543523212166530" border="0" /></a><br />I made sure she didn't neglect her schoolwork though. Even if she doesn't care too much about her career, she plans on having a big family one day and those kids will need feeding!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-xOZajL6mSpxxAkzsywIMagpZm5BLccICNMXhSKk-IgB2ZCDrnoaaTaepBlwFH5tTIJDADO9xBDcDOnnD1aQMrsAEizEbv_o31M7HFEypmV6_jnBoG7Z8Eo4elsA7kYE7e39wCYhAHA/s1600-h/Mitchell+1.6.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-xOZajL6mSpxxAkzsywIMagpZm5BLccICNMXhSKk-IgB2ZCDrnoaaTaepBlwFH5tTIJDADO9xBDcDOnnD1aQMrsAEizEbv_o31M7HFEypmV6_jnBoG7Z8Eo4elsA7kYE7e39wCYhAHA/s400/Mitchell+1.6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098544184637130130" border="0" /></a><br />Seemingly, her parents weren't too happy about us moving on with our lives. Sarah's mother was especially vengeful, while her father spent most of the night reenacting his own death. At least he didn't bother anyone.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAZCFESZ10FO8PGXorHQ1krKoFNi7NeuEPEoM4BSLvB3ZR0avvczlZQqr97kL0C7_SgiSddVWPc4XEXTmSDPu3cMlAh1jTAVOS6ldgN4stQRNEbRt1_wLULsI1J7prrs0mbaZOqxYIQg/s1600-h/Mitchell+1.7.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAZCFESZ10FO8PGXorHQ1krKoFNi7NeuEPEoM4BSLvB3ZR0avvczlZQqr97kL0C7_SgiSddVWPc4XEXTmSDPu3cMlAh1jTAVOS6ldgN4stQRNEbRt1_wLULsI1J7prrs0mbaZOqxYIQg/s400/Mitchell+1.7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098544665673467298" border="0" /></a><br />After a stressful night, I decided to go out on my day off and see whether I could meet some nice people. I've been looking for a nice lady ever since my wife died a few years ago, but haven't had any luck so far.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">You know, maybe that's because you go around chatting them up the wrong way. Not everyone likes it when creepy old men start talking to them about woohoo out of the blue.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Maybe. I didn't meet anyone special on that outing, in any case. I did make some money working as a barrista though, so it was worth it. Until night fell and this pale guy started staring at my neck all the time. It was creepy. I decided it was time to go home. After all, I had to go to work the next day.<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfGi2RR69s5PW1MupBTYgP8EckQM26YWQaYhykaM0fqcLe62GkAXCX5Wc5v8CNrOJ6nTw6reEcoQWjW0lL34tnlRER52jiIuvoprmlQbKvKeQTdMf3HCmn1BHgffgehPUq6keJWS_f4w/s1600-h/Mitchell+1.8.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfGi2RR69s5PW1MupBTYgP8EckQM26YWQaYhykaM0fqcLe62GkAXCX5Wc5v8CNrOJ6nTw6reEcoQWjW0lL34tnlRER52jiIuvoprmlQbKvKeQTdMf3HCmn1BHgffgehPUq6keJWS_f4w/s400/Mitchell+1.8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098545932688819634" border="0" /></a><br />I did have some luck in the romance department eventually. This is Julie. I met her at the local hospital when I went to get myself checked out. After all, we still have no idea what my son and daughter in law died of, and I wanted to make sure I was healthy and could care for Sarah at least until she's fully grown. As you see, she didn't think I was being too brash in my advances.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikizYpnP_4uym2PS3I0768VRxt6Ah7ALv5OvKHhk_K3nMfRLlGshdHShq7Uxx26IIV5LGKNUc52c_3mTsz4bIYwc8gymeJphMDI-hRBr_KcOkJBt3lRtY-D1_Js93qsEEbQ1ngTriHuw/s1600-h/Mitchell+1.9.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikizYpnP_4uym2PS3I0768VRxt6Ah7ALv5OvKHhk_K3nMfRLlGshdHShq7Uxx26IIV5LGKNUc52c_3mTsz4bIYwc8gymeJphMDI-hRBr_KcOkJBt3lRtY-D1_Js93qsEEbQ1ngTriHuw/s400/Mitchell+1.9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098549716555007426" border="0" /></a><br />Soon enough, I'd convinced her to move in with us. I knew that Sarah would move out on her own eventually, and I didn't want to feel lonely. Besides, I don't have that much time left and this makes it a whole lot easier to take our relationship to the next level.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Julie Stratton: </span>Knowledge, with a LTW to be a Mad Scientist<br />Pisces: 5 neat, 3 shy, 7 active, 3 serious, 7 nice<br />(after a bit of meddling with her turn-ons, these two have 3 bolts!)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Thankfully, her and Sarah are getting along just fine, though I think my granddaughter is apprehensive about me getting involved with a woman so much younger than myself. We seriously have to work on her table manners though. And on her cooking skills. Not that I can talk.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5UAIFmdE_4r4sn3NRamoJXa2yg-dqaOKTrP9DP993xW4U0fMfjbQ37Y5RAdE-wwhvX22nwndsy-9TFvfG_YSzAbOx98x_Xrj4L8IQRlhmoM3aixApBFlU5MEJva4lyeJWTyEeBU0RVA/s1600-h/Mitchell+1.13.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5UAIFmdE_4r4sn3NRamoJXa2yg-dqaOKTrP9DP993xW4U0fMfjbQ37Y5RAdE-wwhvX22nwndsy-9TFvfG_YSzAbOx98x_Xrj4L8IQRlhmoM3aixApBFlU5MEJva4lyeJWTyEeBU0RVA/s400/Mitchell+1.13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098552838996231634" border="0" /></a><br />Having an adult income in the house has really helped our financial situation. Julie reached the top of her career as a Chief of Staff and she makes a nice amount of money.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8CoKMqT6iPPLt3NjyJxq_0D3cCUW1mVumeBAeRzgP0O8wOLGElOHFl1tHYezsny_wj8e9h9czsj__JTwCEtO-VDXGjHCmmD74VzAqZTfL-ObbhOB4gvVMI1GWGHFoO0ME0CiBb3Osew/s1600-h/Mitchell+1.14.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8CoKMqT6iPPLt3NjyJxq_0D3cCUW1mVumeBAeRzgP0O8wOLGElOHFl1tHYezsny_wj8e9h9czsj__JTwCEtO-VDXGjHCmmD74VzAqZTfL-ObbhOB4gvVMI1GWGHFoO0ME0CiBb3Osew/s400/Mitchell+1.14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098553994342434274" border="0" /></a><br />Enough that we could afford to have the headmaster over to get Sarah accepted into his school. My son gave us a bit of trouble that night. He doesn't seem to be too thrilled that I'm replacing his mother. Thankfully he only scared Julie and not the headmaster himself, and Sarah was accepted. Julie actually thought that it was an exciting experience.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhA-aQjMrqE5rNXXYp1saCVrPgR7NYn9jDwRBKB-GtRj_eF6RR42-0GDSQqQpCYDOJFYdcLs5V4utSM1MQakzsCAvwhhIYEYuKBa2ClLO2YUUOcMNYJjaB8uV3ThBhI_OLj7A5RiX7fg/s1600-h/Mitchell+1.16.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhA-aQjMrqE5rNXXYp1saCVrPgR7NYn9jDwRBKB-GtRj_eF6RR42-0GDSQqQpCYDOJFYdcLs5V4utSM1MQakzsCAvwhhIYEYuKBa2ClLO2YUUOcMNYJjaB8uV3ThBhI_OLj7A5RiX7fg/s400/Mitchell+1.16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098554638587528690" border="0" /></a><br />The new school really paid off. Sarah was a lot happier when she came home, and soon enough her grades had improved to an A+. That and the fact that she reached the top of her career in the culinary field made her an overachiever. I'm so proud of her!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLtICJOXCMl9_Rz_nCo1fLROq4lm8jE4ofN3NcII9luljOK_Lgx4Osvig4Y6omPbGDeHQv1oTkbdTQoyVfYOvZKMGPIp56AxR6qxhoqK2vqvj_ru4jzxMb-53YnU43e0qa_rSZkOtN0Q/s1600-h/Mitchell+1.27.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLtICJOXCMl9_Rz_nCo1fLROq4lm8jE4ofN3NcII9luljOK_Lgx4Osvig4Y6omPbGDeHQv1oTkbdTQoyVfYOvZKMGPIp56AxR6qxhoqK2vqvj_ru4jzxMb-53YnU43e0qa_rSZkOtN0Q/s400/Mitchell+1.27.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098555467516216850" border="0" /></a><br />By that time, me and Julie had realized that we were truely in love.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6eqQSVo87upHNJHJZvN6IEqcdoXqMgUI_OQKnKNTUrFVIH7UBWnydQ_fh54WoaPHFeY0it3cje8kwWY5Bvo_k9FVIyYitp__ot4dTNdQr8YNxqvlfzHcXcuLsbetjkPtl7ttLyhuNfw/s1600-h/Mitchell+1.17.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6eqQSVo87upHNJHJZvN6IEqcdoXqMgUI_OQKnKNTUrFVIH7UBWnydQ_fh54WoaPHFeY0it3cje8kwWY5Bvo_k9FVIyYitp__ot4dTNdQr8YNxqvlfzHcXcuLsbetjkPtl7ttLyhuNfw/s400/Mitchell+1.17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098556008682096162" border="0" /></a><br />And soon enough we found out that we were more than just that. I was able to convince Julie to start a family with me, though she doesn't want a whole lot of children. A son would be nice, so that I'd have someone to carry on the family name.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRC-egVO_LukeE2T5whRhUAuW92ftG529CuYz-pAAl-dT91-jwa1UDwEH6UCWmVSEP4fS97RayvDBL20_dS88jk5w5f3sVWUay5fz_E5d5q8JmAt3jq_H-UKZC7P68G8stYiUzKUv3Fw/s1600-h/Mitchell+1.19.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRC-egVO_LukeE2T5whRhUAuW92ftG529CuYz-pAAl-dT91-jwa1UDwEH6UCWmVSEP4fS97RayvDBL20_dS88jk5w5f3sVWUay5fz_E5d5q8JmAt3jq_H-UKZC7P68G8stYiUzKUv3Fw/s400/Mitchell+1.19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098556528373138994" border="0" /></a><br />Sarah wasn't too thrilled about the prospect of getting an aunt or uncle, but her and Julie had a talk, and I think she ended up convincing my granddaughter that she really did love me and the baby would make us both happy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE05yK4THi-uAetyM0E-c8-H_S7p_wCyWbSE5f1W98PAWpp807p-bxNkuAyWJCcxjfhTTYafIA42s4LKOxN94WmDE83seGIya2J0BgKMOOzAP7teDHq42irMIDIUe5m-AzyB9EG8BxSA/s1600-h/Mitchell+1.21.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE05yK4THi-uAetyM0E-c8-H_S7p_wCyWbSE5f1W98PAWpp807p-bxNkuAyWJCcxjfhTTYafIA42s4LKOxN94WmDE83seGIya2J0BgKMOOzAP7teDHq42irMIDIUe5m-AzyB9EG8BxSA/s400/Mitchell+1.21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098557005114508866" border="0" /></a><br />There was something left to do before the baby arrived, though. I asked Julie to be my wife, and we were married right there in our living room. Neither of us wanted to waste time on a huge ceremony. Not to mention that since I was new to the neighbourhood I wouldn't have known too many people to invite anyway.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggJ4NxGnfXMW6heRO9YZFMr4RWvZF1V6GX2tD0x4J_k2etvWnW3JPvXD1sDpVb77CKsAbPrAiEhbBWc4Qfim-g4OOPL_dcV8pSrjwHsRI4-lL2yeN_Q76waYI0Dt-bjITPCWUb1Jo0Ng/s1600-h/Mitchell+1.25.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggJ4NxGnfXMW6heRO9YZFMr4RWvZF1V6GX2tD0x4J_k2etvWnW3JPvXD1sDpVb77CKsAbPrAiEhbBWc4Qfim-g4OOPL_dcV8pSrjwHsRI4-lL2yeN_Q76waYI0Dt-bjITPCWUb1Jo0Ng/s400/Mitchell+1.25.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098557623589799506" border="0" /></a><br />Well, I didn't end up getting my son, but we had a beautiful little daughter that we named Jenny. She's adorable, and looks a whole lot like her proud daddy, though I think her skin tone might be slightly darker. I hope she'll get a little brother soon, but I still have to convince Julie of that first.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAGTXFekeKjKcMbWBsvFQyocYLPSOgp8_XIcAt_s3e1cgeHA9CxClFIa1KnvyE_05-JiSwUe5jzmjglSvM7AB9Geq40wp4MvM_96AW89WqUteeyc01AH_jQSKM3U0CPupLXtIaC37NAQ/s1600-h/Mitchell+1.29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAGTXFekeKjKcMbWBsvFQyocYLPSOgp8_XIcAt_s3e1cgeHA9CxClFIa1KnvyE_05-JiSwUe5jzmjglSvM7AB9Geq40wp4MvM_96AW89WqUteeyc01AH_jQSKM3U0CPupLXtIaC37NAQ/s400/Mitchell+1.29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098558289309730402" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />End of round accomplishments:<br /></span>- Both Andrew and Sarah ended up finding love<br />- Julie Stratton moved in and eventually ended up becoming Julie Mitchell<br />- Sarah was an overachiever<br />- Julie reached the top of her career as Chief of Staff<br />- Jenny Mitchell was born<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Points this round:<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">- 4 for four sims: Andrew, Sarah, Julie and Jenny<br />- 1 for Julies TOC as Chief of Staff<br /></span></div></div></div>Elliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526486110769200701noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668540428582072014.post-76632886611798922052007-07-09T20:03:00.000-07:002007-08-14T12:12:13.671-07:00Week 1: StevensonHello all, this is Samantha Stevenson speaking. I'll be commentating this week, I guess, since my boy and his wife are busy with their kids. They've got a whole bunch already and are planning on having even more, but more to that later. As you can see, this is a happening place already. Quite a few of our neighbours showed up to greet us at our new house. Siobhan and Andrew were in the welcome waggon along with Darren Foster. I believe he was inside when this picture was taken, chatting with the younguns. His daughter walked by a bit later and so did Henry Stuart. I think I've met all my neighbours that are my own age now. Shame there's nobody among them that I really hit it off with, though we all had fun playing kicky bag together.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Ur1pixJ6mI8vOxlQjvonJKtaXoQq3uPt1I7vAtS-qtd5jJAVHasBgPmIqlfAPhb3bPyyJtd05FlktlYceGVJBnjkwCrkygjBE82Q78SH8G5h_HcfzN7aZYDDzeDcAEw6T2JKh0UecA/s1600-h/Stevenson+1.2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Ur1pixJ6mI8vOxlQjvonJKtaXoQq3uPt1I7vAtS-qtd5jJAVHasBgPmIqlfAPhb3bPyyJtd05FlktlYceGVJBnjkwCrkygjBE82Q78SH8G5h_HcfzN7aZYDDzeDcAEw6T2JKh0UecA/s400/Stevenson+1.2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085398923458103714" border="0" /></a><br />My silly boy managed to set a fire the first time he got anywhere near the stove. I told him to leave that to me and his wife from now on. He can be such a klutz sometimes. Good thing we have a fire alarm already!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtWOPXaizjQbAbzDXpCYoR1ghg-I3MrNEvgv76mPlBu159yvIFOAFguZM2DAKx-BjCwIUsCkvDPkEBohFw5aOQT8w1gP5Mzjcv-FtGrowuAeciK_NI-m_OY4LdYdacEBWIP9RvVpjw7Q/s1600-h/Stevenson+1.3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtWOPXaizjQbAbzDXpCYoR1ghg-I3MrNEvgv76mPlBu159yvIFOAFguZM2DAKx-BjCwIUsCkvDPkEBohFw5aOQT8w1gP5Mzjcv-FtGrowuAeciK_NI-m_OY4LdYdacEBWIP9RvVpjw7Q/s400/Stevenson+1.3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085399219810847154" border="0" /></a><br />Of course as soon as the guests were gone we started on teaching the toddlers their skills. Here's Sophie learning to say "Grandma". Ain't she the sweetest thing?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYvGYd3L8G331-OEDiIp-45di_MXDUqXdke_Nf3YQPLZx-D4CHx5vNq3PVOZNJaTFQ9lOv8IWnL3oFIRCY5JDsuaO6rjOQZQDqgw6KfoYeCL2bNSRYytpd7PiyF1cBw5ctp8a7RmtWpA/s1600-h/Stevenson+1.4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYvGYd3L8G331-OEDiIp-45di_MXDUqXdke_Nf3YQPLZx-D4CHx5vNq3PVOZNJaTFQ9lOv8IWnL3oFIRCY5JDsuaO6rjOQZQDqgw6KfoYeCL2bNSRYytpd7PiyF1cBw5ctp8a7RmtWpA/s400/Stevenson+1.4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085399352954833346" border="0" /></a><br />Her father taught her to go potty as well, and of course we taught her brother the same things.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv2ivSZliRy8s5_Rvd4DKRPa75FMR14m2cD4qK2Du519HrCG09ohp8hthdyL7JDyjKTmr3TkVGUO7RR3rvBtmEkbCu-fnvZjnxm6XM6-ALpAjMpHfF8HbnXzBVJN4peGjsSqW4GEa-eg/s1600-h/Stevenson+1.5.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv2ivSZliRy8s5_Rvd4DKRPa75FMR14m2cD4qK2Du519HrCG09ohp8hthdyL7JDyjKTmr3TkVGUO7RR3rvBtmEkbCu-fnvZjnxm6XM6-ALpAjMpHfF8HbnXzBVJN4peGjsSqW4GEa-eg/s400/Stevenson+1.5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085399464623983058" border="0" /></a><br />After that, I was ready for some me time. I love those kids, but they get so stressful after a while. There's never a quiet moment in that house! So I went downtown and worked as a barrista for a while to make some extra money and meet a few new people. There was one I liked particularly well. His name is Abhijeet. I hope I spelled that right. Complicated name if I ever heard one. But he's a sweet person and we had a dream date right off the bat. And then another one after that. And then another... *chuckles* I have to admit I'm a sucker for having a good time. The kids laughed when I told them, but they seem to be okay with it. After all, I put up with all of <span style="font-style: italic;">their </span>antics when they were younger.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir6tfRn5cVGn4Ez5M-h96HspMPtzZWlyLLE-gHKNgFOBpPkxtm3fgr1WFkSsGTxCbiAZbH8YLexGb6hgPcZ2j7aHAd5m-AtAwpnI_ge3_t5DfcARixw6WxeByhQ4qm_Pwt0gBoZXuEJw/s1600-h/Stevenson+1.6.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir6tfRn5cVGn4Ez5M-h96HspMPtzZWlyLLE-gHKNgFOBpPkxtm3fgr1WFkSsGTxCbiAZbH8YLexGb6hgPcZ2j7aHAd5m-AtAwpnI_ge3_t5DfcARixw6WxeByhQ4qm_Pwt0gBoZXuEJw/s400/Stevenson+1.6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085399632127707618" border="0" /></a><br />As I said, there was a lot of skilling going on in the house. Here's the toddlers learning how to walk while I look up some good recipes. After all, someone has to cook and we don't want any more fires around here. The babies are dead scared of 'em. Good thing they hardly noticed the last one.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcLEtzbYz09wGi1gKldQb4jsZglGeqLDN44ja2FRyfnLwF719SA8yFgxCKhdOVqrkESdKti-cpGp5b9D07OOZd7vuyuOudZ2Zs9yiz6PACb8fuwveEsn5__D3gGUrBbuddbUYNjxImKQ/s1600-h/Stevenson+1.8.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcLEtzbYz09wGi1gKldQb4jsZglGeqLDN44ja2FRyfnLwF719SA8yFgxCKhdOVqrkESdKti-cpGp5b9D07OOZd7vuyuOudZ2Zs9yiz6PACb8fuwveEsn5__D3gGUrBbuddbUYNjxImKQ/s400/Stevenson+1.8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085405769635973794" border="0" /></a><br />Of course both of the kids had to get a job ASAP to pay the bills. I'm not too much help in that respect, seeing as I'm too old. But at least I can look after the little ones while they're gone. Nannies are so gosh darn expensive, and not exactly the most reliable people, or so I've heard. Cathy didn't do too well though. She got demoted to dishwasher because she refused to skip in and cook when everyone else had gone home already. She was probably thinking of that accident her husband had earlier and didn't want to set the place on fire. Ah well, culinary wasn't the field she was interested in anyway. She'd much rather join the army, but there were no jobs available in that field.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSY8m-ExUDc2iCLuynWGUGLlkLn6DsaQRpTdUJjump8-8jU_t2ThH4CAkVTBEkZfMDWDXNx6gAbApPAFGhM6dy2uueb4e3fXzaCalhvvf4faQqS4MuW7ND8RH1yvQzmr0xlVC2KijNaQ/s1600-h/Stevenson+1.9.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSY8m-ExUDc2iCLuynWGUGLlkLn6DsaQRpTdUJjump8-8jU_t2ThH4CAkVTBEkZfMDWDXNx6gAbApPAFGhM6dy2uueb4e3fXzaCalhvvf4faQqS4MuW7ND8RH1yvQzmr0xlVC2KijNaQ/s400/Stevenson+1.9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085399975725091346" border="0" /></a><br />My boy did a lot better. Here he is coming home with a promotion to recruit! Yup, he joined the police force. Frederik went out to congratulate him right away. Such a sweet child!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyeuZF65mdbKm4S0d9o6pQUtyN67qDzzyYuY8-cLtKvqrWLS2IawZtXI0a7WZXMd3A0yPhd-CbEBhTDnpXDadNpudT5HuDcE430u_OD7P_oQi4ZK2xneZWBL6_j4DKlk31uYdeuL50Iw/s1600-h/Stevenson+1.10.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyeuZF65mdbKm4S0d9o6pQUtyN67qDzzyYuY8-cLtKvqrWLS2IawZtXI0a7WZXMd3A0yPhd-CbEBhTDnpXDadNpudT5HuDcE430u_OD7P_oQi4ZK2xneZWBL6_j4DKlk31uYdeuL50Iw/s400/Stevenson+1.10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085407337299036850" border="0" /></a><br />Abhijeet called me up and asked me whether I'd like to go on another date, and of course I couldn't refuse. The kids were already in bed, so no harm in it. And dating keeps me young! Though I'm not sure I'll tell the kids about this little incident. They're both relatively shy people, so I doubt they'd ever do something as daring as woohoo in a photobooth. The diva and Mr. Ng seemed to think it was a hoot though.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw9vnMx5fUDsTSUOaXjA9NPLkXOF2WCvHG8OFkmWKDnHlqr-qqUFJh3u79qj7fKjOy5xy4AxnoWKJ9XwO3fobbFYjA5VHoDU7VCBgK-ogdxSNcz5CzMsMPMahs8LMS1ErCvxO5igx2-w/s1600-h/Stevenson+1.11.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw9vnMx5fUDsTSUOaXjA9NPLkXOF2WCvHG8OFkmWKDnHlqr-qqUFJh3u79qj7fKjOy5xy4AxnoWKJ9XwO3fobbFYjA5VHoDU7VCBgK-ogdxSNcz5CzMsMPMahs8LMS1ErCvxO5igx2-w/s400/Stevenson+1.11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085400121753979442" border="0" /></a><br />Thursday was a good day. As you can see, Cathy joined her husband in the police force because it paid better (still no army jobs, sadly) and they both got another promotion. And Frederik got his first A+ as well!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbfkt5Izw3Er1BBsJnxSZda3ggDZvl9U3TzJ0Mfte7yArlViZjK9jg5NXv5EOfXc7zGDzLTudyovJSlZFdMcRy4Jrx87MG8TU5mRLrvrifloxJ3XMY-3rXnrBvpIas-XhyOEfPxVVQLQ/s1600-h/Stevenson+1.12.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbfkt5Izw3Er1BBsJnxSZda3ggDZvl9U3TzJ0Mfte7yArlViZjK9jg5NXv5EOfXc7zGDzLTudyovJSlZFdMcRy4Jrx87MG8TU5mRLrvrifloxJ3XMY-3rXnrBvpIas-XhyOEfPxVVQLQ/s400/Stevenson+1.12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085400237718096450" border="0" /></a><br />And there was even more reason to celebrate. The toddlers finally had their birthday and turned into beautiful children. We didn't throw a real party, but a friend of my son from the force came back with him from work and I had Abhijeet over. As you can see we'd been on another date *blushes*.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKa2489j63Jkhomn9LR79iTcgkmV7BrgWJqblKMavg7K8a39uPPZjZj5FWCXZgodsdu5lPxJkPoa0Ej1Nl4b17zePfDYNzcH3RZSVzVniymECWcpY_YVDlKOO8MD5qhTyTYj2PfsFREQ/s1600-h/Stevenson+1.13.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKa2489j63Jkhomn9LR79iTcgkmV7BrgWJqblKMavg7K8a39uPPZjZj5FWCXZgodsdu5lPxJkPoa0Ej1Nl4b17zePfDYNzcH3RZSVzVniymECWcpY_YVDlKOO8MD5qhTyTYj2PfsFREQ/s400/Stevenson+1.13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085409583566932674" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJZtlhLqsZGOKgPy6emooz8shMzdbdk9rZRbGd2we7SK_7a0JiqqlaMaiQfHeyF_TWS-7RJw5NM4UBmd9fPMRzFfLvKa-_k3mhEkFonlfBsdStZcl07CUGGd_nbB-_zu2EjL-gFFUwxQ/s1600-h/Stevenson+1.14.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJZtlhLqsZGOKgPy6emooz8shMzdbdk9rZRbGd2we7SK_7a0JiqqlaMaiQfHeyF_TWS-7RJw5NM4UBmd9fPMRzFfLvKa-_k3mhEkFonlfBsdStZcl07CUGGd_nbB-_zu2EjL-gFFUwxQ/s400/Stevenson+1.14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085400456761428578" border="0" /></a><br />With all the promotion money (and the funds from a rather expensive gift from my boyfriend) we were able to decorate the house a bit, so we decided to get the kids into private school. He still wasn't too impressed with the house, but I made pork chops and Michael schmoozed up a little and in the end they were accepted.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW0wZ5byWA5N8fbSvojY-2YXszcvOmdUguFU0tktO80x_2raAlssoWb5lFM4JY0lV0NB3H03IkCJCxos7eFNR_Om9evAeccRWlrpetZyfGhprOaDi03BRl4gF7Wu21X40pg6bQrSzJBQ/s1600-h/Stevenson+1.15.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW0wZ5byWA5N8fbSvojY-2YXszcvOmdUguFU0tktO80x_2raAlssoWb5lFM4JY0lV0NB3H03IkCJCxos7eFNR_Om9evAeccRWlrpetZyfGhprOaDi03BRl4gF7Wu21X40pg6bQrSzJBQ/s400/Stevenson+1.15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085400581315480178" border="0" /></a><br />You know when I said that the kids wanted more babies? Well I wasn't kidding. They'd agreed to put things on hold until the twins were a bit older and our financial situation was better, but after that, there was no holding them back. By Friday we found out that Cathy was expecting.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBobx_mDt4Lx_p_TjxujQpkF0Joa91BWCSrGLFjDTAS73SYJ4Kv10dmOcv5LCEyhWSBxChldQgwTniUxs444Tb56PT-W1HYjLnWUtYGvcWuE-tnjVS3rUsoQ_aEfqEUOEfB_29VfRjPQ/s1600-h/Stevenson+1.16.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBobx_mDt4Lx_p_TjxujQpkF0Joa91BWCSrGLFjDTAS73SYJ4Kv10dmOcv5LCEyhWSBxChldQgwTniUxs444Tb56PT-W1HYjLnWUtYGvcWuE-tnjVS3rUsoQ_aEfqEUOEfB_29VfRjPQ/s400/Stevenson+1.16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085400658624891522" border="0" /></a><br />They had another gorgeous daughted and named her Chloe. And I think they might just go for one more before they're done. No end to changing diapers in this house. Ah well, at least I'm lucky enough to see them all born. And hopefully I'll live to see them grow up some as well!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb_E5G6xEWlLIkCINkaXN5QojeyrZPw3hEJ8POaTmGFLqzBXZ6mtIpvEOGuhcjFneTs8nIybyUl6PIZsvw8QR1kVy478emOZVa1F-y-g9MR8e6FCDVLl92a5SvdlCNIUtz-IRKFpgFKQ/s1600-h/Stevenson+1.17.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb_E5G6xEWlLIkCINkaXN5QojeyrZPw3hEJ8POaTmGFLqzBXZ6mtIpvEOGuhcjFneTs8nIybyUl6PIZsvw8QR1kVy478emOZVa1F-y-g9MR8e6FCDVLl92a5SvdlCNIUtz-IRKFpgFKQ/s400/Stevenson+1.17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085410957956467426" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">End of round accomplishments: </span><br />- Both toddlers learn all their skills and grow up into children<br />- The three children get into private school<br />- A new baby girl, Chloe, is born<br />- Samantha finds a boyfriend and has had 20/50 dream dates for her LTW/IW<br />- Cathleen <span style="font-style: italic;">still</span> hasn't gotten her dream job in the military, mostly because of the pregnancy.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Points this round:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">- 7 for seven sims: Samantha, Cathleen, Michael, Frederik, Hendrik, Sophie and Chloe</span>Elliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526486110769200701noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668540428582072014.post-76185120802742500472007-07-09T17:46:00.000-07:002007-07-09T20:02:18.902-07:00Introducing the FamiliesFirst up in my rotation is what will probably be the easiest family to play, since there's a full set of parents and grandma to play babysitter. Though the finances will be tight in the beginning, no doubt. Meet the Stevensons!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUQbcPUN69dOFI_udhVzGirY99da0VJUishxJZTARRiyAQnOmk30opToHwAr5x3tSRHlQwSQZ0vWtkvmVsRpe4jnXPtIRDOLu0umdm02Si7NythqaHaaXMCKutLPMxVtIjv_8GNEqnXg/s1600-h/Stevenson.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUQbcPUN69dOFI_udhVzGirY99da0VJUishxJZTARRiyAQnOmk30opToHwAr5x3tSRHlQwSQZ0vWtkvmVsRpe4jnXPtIRDOLu0umdm02Si7NythqaHaaXMCKutLPMxVtIjv_8GNEqnXg/s400/Stevenson.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085367089160505682" border="0" /></a><br />Seeing the family now, one wouldn't expect what a rocky start the marriage got off to. Michael and Cathleen married straight out of highschool after Cathleen announced that she was pregnant with their first child. Everyone thought that they were too young and it wouldn't last long, but being the family sim Michael is he just couldn't abandon his girlfriend and unborn child. To everyone's surprise, they pulled through and even had two more children before they could really afford it. But then they're planning a big family and thought that it couldn't hurt to start early. The only one who always stuck to them in their very conservative community was Michael's mother, who was thrilled to have grandbabies. As long as they didn't interfere with her having fun too much.<br />Sick of being looked down upon for their liberal views on life, the Stevensons grabbed the chance to hightail it out of their old town as soon as the opportunity presented itself. Hopefully in this community that was being built from scratch they could finally settle down and be the popular and well-liked members of society that Cathleen, especially, had always wanted to be.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Samantha:</span> Pleasure, with a LTW of 50 dream dates.<br />Scorpio: 6 neat, 5 Outgoing, 8 active, 3 serious, 3 nice<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cathleen: </span>Popularity, with a LTW of becoming a General.<br />Virgo: 9 neat, 2 shy, 6 active, 3 serious, 5 nice<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Michael: </span>Family, with a LTW of graduating 3 kids from college<br />Cancer: 6 neat, 3 shy, 6 active, 4 serious, 6 nice<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Frederik:</span> Child. Grow up aspiration<br />Cancer: 6 neat, 1 shy, 6 active, 7 playful, 5 nice<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hendrik: </span>Toddler. Grow up aspiration<br />Virgo: 10 neat, 2 shy, 2 lazy, 5 playful, 6 nice<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sophie: </span>Toddler. Grow up aspiration<br />Capricorn: 6 neat, 1 shy, 2 lazy, 9 playful, 7 nice<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCl133gQlQvgwzC4RBJg6AK-uvDuRounIXOyRKygORAMiceQDSaLcJZ5kVL0cuUYm8LGhyphenhyphencUgDo6AVYwCLwzFw-QvxE8ntdWPTVgjJQthKbTFtG-jddPFkLRaGrKMk9J2j4EFk_MO_rQ/s1600-h/Mitchell.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCl133gQlQvgwzC4RBJg6AK-uvDuRounIXOyRKygORAMiceQDSaLcJZ5kVL0cuUYm8LGhyphenhyphencUgDo6AVYwCLwzFw-QvxE8ntdWPTVgjJQthKbTFtG-jddPFkLRaGrKMk9J2j4EFk_MO_rQ/s400/Mitchell.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085382417898785122" border="0" /></a></div><br />Next up are the Mitchells. Andrew had just bought his little cottage in the mountains that he intended to use as a retirement home, when his son asked whether his small family could come for a visit for a while. Him and his wife had been ill for ages, and they hoped that the mountain air would do them some good. Thrilled at the prospect of spending time with his family, Andrew agreed. Little did he know that the disease was more serious than everyone thought and the adults would die soon after their arrival. Of course Andrew instantly agreed to take his granddaughter into his care. He was the only family she had left, after all.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Andrew:</span> Family, with a LTW of becoming captain hero<br />Scorpio: 6 neat, 5 outgoing, 8 active, 3 serious, 3 grouchy<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sarah:</span> Family, with a LTW of reaching her golden anniversary<br />Sagittarius: 2 sloppy, 3 shy, 9 active, 7 playful, 4 grouchy<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfCTWgVlgAolC6KZCQPE4MBOHOE0hUymkKjxXlowiak1fXSLZFf942cki8s9DxNrlTsumyMslXk-QD_arIzIPRyUTWDt3aplKa8k3XeLFatcZH1N_KA1HA0jh46vdOBqkGtKjTiHiBBQ/s1600-h/Foster.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfCTWgVlgAolC6KZCQPE4MBOHOE0hUymkKjxXlowiak1fXSLZFf942cki8s9DxNrlTsumyMslXk-QD_arIzIPRyUTWDt3aplKa8k3XeLFatcZH1N_KA1HA0jh46vdOBqkGtKjTiHiBBQ/s400/Foster.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085383903957469554" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Darren was devastated when his wife of fifteen years left him for another man. Immersed in his studies, he'd failed to see the signs that their marriage was breaking apart. Deciding that it was time to start from scratch and leave all the bad memories behind, he packed up his daughter and quit his well-paid job in the city to move up here. He's decided to mostly keep to himself and concentrate on studying, though his teenage daughter will hardly let him get away with that.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Darren:</span> Knowledge, with a LTW of maxing all skills<br />Sagittarius: 2 sloppy, 3 shy, 9 active, 7 playful, 4 grouchy<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Arcadia:</span> Popularity, with a LTW to own 5 top-level businesses<br />Sagittarius: 2 sloppy, 2 shy, 7 active, 7 playful, 7 nice<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJkOSL-kARF5rK-vL037o-J7xmk3IlVhw1uRZynn2Vhsx9d6ELbBlyFqO1-5wDa-m28mYmcrPwSkXFMbkz40QrsawFqwfkNvBSmPHsYUwVWDqLTgF8auZs7Yd3Y8Yt16oMxSjjCaZlPg/s1600-h/McMillan.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJkOSL-kARF5rK-vL037o-J7xmk3IlVhw1uRZynn2Vhsx9d6ELbBlyFqO1-5wDa-m28mYmcrPwSkXFMbkz40QrsawFqwfkNvBSmPHsYUwVWDqLTgF8auZs7Yd3Y8Yt16oMxSjjCaZlPg/s400/McMillan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085387258326927746" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Siobhan had never intended on being a mother again. Heck, she'd never intended on becoming a mother period, but sometimes things just didn't go as planned, especially when you woohooed as much as she had as a young woman. She remembered her wild days with pride. Heck, and why should they be over just because she was getting older now? Still, she had a weakness for her only son, so when he'd asked her to take care of his triplets for two weeks while he and his wife went away on business she agreed. On the condition that they hire a nanny as well. She'd just be there to oversee the woman and make sure she did a proper job.<br />Somewhere along the line, the business trip must have gone awfully wrong, because her son and daugher-in-law disappeared without a trace. Now, three months later, Siobhan must come to terms with the fact that they might never be back and she's stuck with the kids until they grow up. What's more, she couldn't afford to keep the nanny on her small pension, and her son's life insurance refused to pay unless he was confirmed dead. Which might not happen for ages for all she knew. Grudgingly, she sold her old appartment and moved into a tiny house with the triplets, hoping that the extra money would last until they were grown.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Siobhan:</span> Romance, with a LTW of becoming a hall of famer<br />Taurus: 5 neat, 5 outgoing, 3 lazy, 8 playful, 4 grouchy<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Katelyn: </span>Toddler. Grow up aspiration<br />Pisces: 6 neat, 0 shy, 9 active, 3 serious, 7 nice<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Keira: </span>Toddler. Grow up aspiration<br />Scorpio: 6 neat, 5 outgoing, 10 active, 4 serious, 0 nice<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Keith: </span>Toddler. Grow up aspiration<br />Pisces: 2 sloppy, 6 outgoing, 8 active, 0 serious, 9 nice<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVYdrLPUWxWwHK265brRPWVWxRImHI6Cc-TlE8STogoLwQGpni_4yfUJwc0Nh9MKzlN8YMFC4bWYQzzvoUrRXqGg8SJvG9KzZTx-iqAE9qpY3gn42GjQVmt2AsZuMftcdHJqd-Y_EQWg/s1600-h/Stuart.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVYdrLPUWxWwHK265brRPWVWxRImHI6Cc-TlE8STogoLwQGpni_4yfUJwc0Nh9MKzlN8YMFC4bWYQzzvoUrRXqGg8SJvG9KzZTx-iqAE9qpY3gn42GjQVmt2AsZuMftcdHJqd-Y_EQWg/s400/Stuart.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085392283438664082" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">After his business went bankrupt, Henry was forced to sell his old house and start over. He was all the more determined to rebuild, though. He just didn't think that he could take it if he died poor. His daughter joined him at the new house, hoping to finally find the love of her life. She hadn't had much luck in that department so far. Maybe a change of scenery was exactly what she needed. Not to mention that someone had to look after her old man. In his old age he was prone to making overly hasty decisions, thinking that he didn't have much time left to fulfill his lifetime goal of becoming incredibly rich. She was going to keep an eye on him, no matter how little he liked it. Henry agreed because he thought he might need some help with the business. Besides, if she got too pushy he could hopefully just get her hitched (preferably to someone rich) and she'd be out of his hair.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Henry:</span> Fortune, with a LTW of earning 100'000<br />Gemini: 4 sloppy, 7 outgoing, 8 active, 3 serious, 3 grouchy<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Miranda: </span>Family, with a LTW of marrying off 6 children<br />Aquarius: 4 sloppy, 4 shy, 4 lazy, 7 playful, 6 nice<br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Elliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526486110769200701noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668540428582072014.post-11900515099647637852007-07-09T13:10:00.000-07:002007-08-16T15:44:32.844-07:00Getting Started<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">This is my first blog, so excuse me if it's a bit unprofessional. I'm hoping it'll get better with time as I figure out what I'm doing, lol. I'm always open to tips on how to improve my posting, so don't be afraid to criticise.<br /><br />I've played the sims a lot, but this is my first attempt at a challenge. I tend to get bored with my sims as soon as the families get too rich, so let's see how this goes. Maybe having several of them will keep me interested.<br /><br />Oh, and I've decided to go crazy and try to fulfill all their LTWs and IWs if anyhow possible. I might actually score the challenge as well, if I'm feeling up to it.<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Anyway... I started off with 5 families and some of them look quite daunting. But then I like challenges :).</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" ><br /><br />The Stevensons:<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" >Samantha: Female elder<br />Michael: Male adult<br />Cathleen: Female adult<br />Frederik: Male child<br />Hendrik: Male toddler<br />Sophie: Female toddler</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br /><br />The Mitchells:</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><br />Andrew: Male elder</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br />Sarah: Female teen</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" >The Fosters:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" >Darren: Male adult<br />Arcadia: Female teen</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br /><br />The McMillans:</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><br />Siobhan: Female elder<br />Keith: Male toddler<br />Keira: Female toddler<br />Katelynn: Female toddler</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" ><br /><br />The Stuarts:</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" ><br />Henry: Male elder<br />Miranda: Female adult</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Elliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526486110769200701noreply@blogger.com1