<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724</id><updated>2009-02-21T04:21:59.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prosperity Hills</title><subtitle type='html'>My Prosperity Challenge taking place in Prosperity Hills.  Watch as the original families: Johnsen, Beverage, Curtis and Disney, thrive and grow in their new neighborhood</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>QueenofSimtopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10627794760694759192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-115999830633391419</id><published>2006-10-04T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T14:45:06.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>The Curtis: &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/queenofsimtopia/prospering.htm"&gt;http://www.freewebs.com/queenofsimtopia/prospering.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-115999830633391419?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/115999830633391419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=115999830633391419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115999830633391419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115999830633391419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>QueenofSimtopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10627794760694759192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06356693977677150543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-115963765826983788</id><published>2006-09-30T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T10:34:18.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>I now have moved to a freewebs site due to blogger's incompetence.  Anyway I have updated the Beverages and it can be found here: &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/queenofsimtopia/fallingapart.htm"&gt;http://www.freewebs.com/queenofsimtopia/fallingapart.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My basic site adress is &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/queenofsimtopia/"&gt;http://www.freewebs.com/queenofsimtopia/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-115963765826983788?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/115963765826983788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=115963765826983788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115963765826983788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115963765826983788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/09/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>QueenofSimtopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10627794760694759192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06356693977677150543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-115862134726156829</id><published>2006-09-18T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T08:41:59.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>URGH</title><content type='html'>Damn it!  I have  an update all ready to go, except blogger won't let me post any pics.  I have about 7 already on the post and now it won't let me put on anymore.  I have tried changing the pics' names, saving and coming back but nothing will work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bascially there won't be an update til this starts working again!  URGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-115862134726156829?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/115862134726156829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=115862134726156829&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115862134726156829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115862134726156829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/09/urgh.html' title='URGH'/><author><name>QueenofSimtopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10627794760694759192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06356693977677150543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-115801589071217936</id><published>2006-09-11T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T06:54:57.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar Picked</title><content type='html'>You guys voted and the results are in!  Beth 1 and Cherry 1 tied for last with 0 votes.  Beth 2 came in third with 2 votes.  Cherry 2 came in second with 3 votes and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherry 3 won with a whopping 4 votes!  Thanx to everyone who voted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the Beverages update is coming soon... Oh and I am starting the Apocalypse challenge, I will still be playing the Hills, and I won't be blogging for the Apocalypse people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-115801589071217936?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/115801589071217936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=115801589071217936&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115801589071217936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115801589071217936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/09/avatar-picked.html' title='Avatar Picked'/><author><name>QueenofSimtopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10627794760694759192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06356693977677150543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-115758372278394652</id><published>2006-09-06T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T16:10:28.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar Decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Voting is now over* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to pick between two of my prettiest sims for my Avatar (cuz I don't yet have one).&lt;br /&gt;First there is Beth Johnsen (I am currently playing the Beverages house in Prosperity Hills).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/avater%205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pic 1 or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/avater%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pic 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next is Cherry Beverages...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/avater%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Pic 1 or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/avater%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pic 2 or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/avater%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pic 3. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah so vote for which pic you think is the prettiest: Beth pic 1 or 2 or Cherry pic 1 or 2 or 3. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way I won't be using the snapshot I will be using the thumbnail. Just so that's clarified!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-115758372278394652?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/115758372278394652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=115758372278394652&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115758372278394652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115758372278394652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/09/avatar-decision.html' title='Avatar Decision'/><author><name>QueenofSimtopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10627794760694759192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06356693977677150543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-115715459193268781</id><published>2006-09-01T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T13:26:49.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Johnsens: The Family Matures (Slightly)</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all!  Here's the long promised update.  I have already started playing the Beverages, but they are a little tricky now that Soda and Beth are there.  Ah, well, I will have their update ready eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told from Arie's point of view for 7 days: Hey there!  Yep, I am Arie.  I like totally convinced Dad and Mom to let me do the telling here.  It wasn't hard as they are totally wrapped up in their careers right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/disaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/disaster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were like a totally disorganized family for a while.  It was sooo embaressing bring friends over.  We seem like total cavemen the way we were living in such a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/arie%20teen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It was totally awesome when I grew up.  I got help fix up the house a little.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arie Johnsen: Popularity, Become Hall of Famer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, I decided to be an athelte cuz then I can make way many friends.  I can also blame my horrible nose on being hit with a basketball which is a total bonus.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/make-over.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I kind of gave myself a make-over (and cut my hair, Mom almost lost it) so I would fit in with the other kids on the senior basketball team.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/bustin%20some%20moves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/bustin%20some%20moves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our nanny was like so freaky.  What a loser.  I can't believe Mom and Dad trusted her with Mason.  They are so uptight about everything.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/mason%20child.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yeah, Mason grew up and all.  He is a total brat in my opinion.  At least when he was a toddler he could hardly argue.  Now, he thinks he knows everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/chess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look at him trying to impress Dad like that.  He's just jealous cuz everybody loves me way more then they will ever love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/awww.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Well, he is kind of cute sometimes.  When he is just playing like a normal kid he seems almost human... key word being almost of course.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/moving%20up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dad has been working really hard at his career.  He is now a judge (you can't tell cuz of that weird hat mom makes him wear, he told me that ones he gets to work he takes it off and puts on his wig).  Dad seems to be getting older.  He doesn't look it, but he is always complaining that he is starting to go grey.  Not that it would matter, him being a judge and all.  If he grew it out he could totally look like a judge without a wig thing.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/poor%20mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mom is also trying to get to the top of her career.  I warned her not to use that freaky lie-detector thing.  I refuse to use it cuz it looks soooo dangerous! (Marisa!  We can totally see up your dress!!)  Mom and Dad argue a bit.  Dad is worried Mom's job will ruin his career (it would be ridiculous if the mayor is married to a criminal mastermind later.).  Whatevs, they will get over it.  (By the way, Marisa and James are both 2 promotions away form their lifetime wants!! Yea!!)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/trying%20to%20be%20family.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Mom is also trying to be more "momsy".  It's not fair.  Now that I am like old enough to have fun, mom is trying to be at home more often.  When I was a kid she hardly cared if I starved.  This like sucks.  I am not even aloud to have a boyfriend.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/embaressed.jpg" border="0" /&gt; When I saw that guy outside I was like totally shocked.  I was like totally thinking that if that guy looked at me I would drop dead.  &lt;em&gt;Ehmagod!  Dad is so cruel.  How dare he invite guys over without warning me!!!  I am in my PJs.  Ehmagod!  Is Mason really being such a nerd over there.  Does he not realize he is also in his PJs!! My life is so totally over!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/crazy%20lady.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The weirdest thing happened.  This totally homeless looking old fart just came into the house.  At first I thought she was gonna beg or something totally pathetic like that.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/crazy%20lady%20young.jpg" border="0" /&gt; But no, she sat down ate some jello.  She was probably thinking of the good old days, when someone actually cared about her.  Nobody wants to marry an old granny.  Guys here want a nice young woman to have babies with (erm *cough* like me *cough, cough*).  Then she just walked out, without an explanation.  What a loser.  Anyway, that's all for now.  Hopefully next time my story won't be so pathetic as it will hopefully not involve my pathetic family that is endlessly embaressing me.  Later!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Funny Pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/freaky%20nanny.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The picture speaks for itself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Next up is the Beverages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-115715459193268781?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/115715459193268781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=115715459193268781&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115715459193268781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115715459193268781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/09/johnsens-family-matures-slightly.html' title='The Johnsens: The Family Matures (Slightly)'/><author><name>QueenofSimtopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10627794760694759192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06356693977677150543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-115696393383973178</id><published>2006-08-30T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T06:14:57.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Again</title><content type='html'>Yep, I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I don't yet have an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, school starts tomorrow here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope I am not excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep the Johnsen's are on their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I hope to have the update ready soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I am a lazy ____ and in unpacking and getting ready for school (SHOPPING) I have not had time to play Sims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Queenofsimtopia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-115696393383973178?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/115696393383973178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=115696393383973178&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115696393383973178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115696393383973178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-again.html' title='Back Again'/><author><name>QueenofSimtopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10627794760694759192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06356693977677150543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-115617478358479695</id><published>2006-08-21T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T08:39:43.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye for Now</title><content type='html'>I am going to Ontario for a week, I am leaving early tomorrow (boo to plane flights!!).  Anyway, I have an update for the Johnsens almost ready, but you will just have to wait til I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part about this trip.  I get back they day before school starts!  Yeah, crappiness, my simming time will be seriously more depleted then it is already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queenofsimtopia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-115617478358479695?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/115617478358479695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=115617478358479695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115617478358479695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115617478358479695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/08/bye-for-now.html' title='Bye for Now'/><author><name>QueenofSimtopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10627794760694759192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06356693977677150543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-115594075270265458</id><published>2006-08-18T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T18:45:21.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sim State University</title><content type='html'>Here's uni.  By the way, blogger wouldn't let me put a pic of young adult hunter up so that's why there isn't one.  Told from Hunter's point of view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there, yup I'm Hunter.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/ya%20marsh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/ya%20marsh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Marshal as a young adult.  Me and Marshal pledged into Cujh Dibe Jacosp and quickly moved there.  I think it would have killed us to be in lame dorms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Donald bought a pizza for us to celebrate.  After I ate a couple pieces I felt kind of... well... out of shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/12.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; That's better!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/13.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Lilo liked my idea too!  Anyway, of course after we got settled, I called Beth and invited her over.  I was so exited, we would finally be together!  She is my dream girl.  She asked if she could bring Soda over to.  I said sure.  I didn't know she was gonna bring an actual guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/7.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/7.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was shocked and confused.  According to Lilo, Sodapop (what a stupid name!) is Beth's fiance!  I went up to my room.  College sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody else's love life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I still don't know how Donald scored a hottie like Cola.  He is such a nerd, and she, well, she looks like a model.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Lilo is a little strange.  She went out for a while and came back with an x-box.  I have no idea where she got it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next night she came back with a ratty old sofa.  That kind of creeped me out.  Is she a robber???  Na, couldn't be!  She owns a clothing store that makes quite a bit of money.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/6.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yup, even my own twin has a love life!  Him and Lilo seem pretty tight.  &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/11.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; (note from thequeenofsimtopia: what is up Marshal??? Don't look so angy, Lilo just fell in love with you!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshal says their relationship isn't serious.  Then why do they gush over eachother all the time????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/1.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/14.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It looks serious to me!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/10.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Marshal was pretty surprised...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;but I was ticked!  "Don't mess with me punk!  I am pissed off right now, so just screw off.  What the *^%$!!!"&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/8.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Turned out we were getting abducted into the secret society!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; (note from the queenofsimtopia: Randy is STILL furious at Sprite!)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, everyone is gone now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/scott%20adult.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/scott%20adult.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (note from...  I did a test: Scott grew up in gold, but got some awful clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/lilo%20adult.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/lilo%20adult.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lilo grew up in plat and got great clothes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/donald%20adult.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/donald%20adult.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Donald was also in plat and got awful clothes (they kind of fit with his personality though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/beth%20adult.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/beth%20adult.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beth grew up in green with great clothes&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/soda%20adult.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Soda grew up in red with horrible clothes, so does the aspiration actually mean anything when it comes to transition clothes???) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's just me and Marshal now, hope the next two years turn out better than these ones.  Later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Outakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/fp10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/fp10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Scott grows up with his head in the phone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/fp6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/fp6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Soda makes some cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/fp4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/fp4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/fp5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Randy and Scott STILL don't get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/fp3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/fp3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scott is so in love with Sprite, instead of spying on people he spies on... GARBAGE CANS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/fp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/fp2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lilo flips out when she breaks the grandfather clock (poor wealth sim!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And my favorite pic this round:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/fp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/fp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why are the twins soooo mad at lilo???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Johnsens are up next and an update will be coming soon.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS. I used the college clock thing this round (just in the greek house and only to move em ahead to their final exam)  I doubt I will ever use it again un less I am desperate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-115594075270265458?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/115594075270265458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=115594075270265458&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115594075270265458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115594075270265458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/08/sim-state-university.html' title='Sim State University'/><author><name>QueenofSimtopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10627794760694759192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06356693977677150543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-115575062187781375</id><published>2006-08-16T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T10:50:21.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOHOO!!</title><content type='html'>No the title is not meant in a simming way, just in an I AM HAPPY way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott has graduated, Beth and Soda have 1.5 semesters left, the greek house has 3 semesters.  I am almost finished!!!  Well, kind of.  This uni post will be wayyyyy shorter than the other one.  I hope to have my update up in 4 or so days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-115575062187781375?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/115575062187781375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=115575062187781375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115575062187781375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115575062187781375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/08/woohoo.html' title='WOOHOO!!'/><author><name>QueenofSimtopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10627794760694759192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06356693977677150543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-115541864402782644</id><published>2006-08-12T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T14:37:24.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Side Note: More Excuses</title><content type='html'>Yeah I know, all you hear from me is, *wah, wah* I have no time *wah wah*.  I know you are thinking that if that girl wants to blog she should maked sure she actually BLOGS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so ready for another excuse?  My mother.  Yes, I blame everything on her.  She won't let me on the computer for more than half an hour a day.  "I don't want to see you on that computer, you don't know how to moniter your time!"  (a quote from my lovely mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I get half an hour a day, and whenever my mom is out.  Yep.  She doesn't want to see me on it so I make a point of being on it when she can't see me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I am playing my last huge uni round.  From now on I will spread them out (1 year every once in a while vs 2 years twice a week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working on it, but it is way hard to do on about half an hour to 3 hours (when I am lucky, love it when my ma eats out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bye for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zelda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, I miss my Fellowship neighborhood.  Maybe I will play on them later... Don't worry after I play another week at least in the Hills!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-115541864402782644?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/115541864402782644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=115541864402782644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115541864402782644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115541864402782644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/08/side-note-more-excuses.html' title='Side Note: More Excuses'/><author><name>QueenofSimtopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10627794760694759192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06356693977677150543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-115505937143038505</id><published>2006-08-08T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T12:03:32.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 2 SCORE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;WEEK 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sims in Game: 24 (+7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;House with 3 Generation: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Net worth (100000): 2 (+2 I didn't know before that you always round up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Impossible Wants: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Platinum Graves: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Top Influence at Death: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Top of Adult Career: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sim Shrink: -1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Social Bunny: -1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;College Drop-outs: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fired for Poor Performance: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ignored Chance Card: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Child Taken by Social Worker: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Orb: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Summa Cum Laude: 3 (+3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Big Sim on Campus: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3 Generation Business: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7 Gold Badges: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15 3rd Generation Businesses: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Laid-off Employees: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Employees that Quit: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Open Venue Loophole: 0 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                                                                                  Total: 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are the new Diplomatic scores!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Week 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sims in game: 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House With 3 Generations: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Networth 100, 000: 2 pts (rounded up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Networth 50, 000 Greek House: 12 pts (? Because of the Secret Society Glitch, these folks have a lot of cash, I don’t know what to do, maybe from now on I will use the familyfunds cheat to get rid of their bonus, I will keep only 2 pts then, that seems fair  ?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossible Wants: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Platinum Graves: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Influence at Death: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top of Adult Careers: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim Shrink: -1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Bunny: -1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College Drop Outs: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fired for Poor Preformance: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignored Chance Cards: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children Taken by Social Worker: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orb Use: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summa Cum Laude: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Sim on Campus: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Generation Business: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold Badges: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Perks: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Third Generation Businesses: 0&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                                                                      Total: 27 points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So far there is very little difference in the scores, but I predict in the next 2-3 weeks it will pick up a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-115505937143038505?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/115505937143038505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=115505937143038505&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115505937143038505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115505937143038505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/08/week-2-score.html' title='Week 2 SCORE'/><author><name>QueenofSimtopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10627794760694759192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06356693977677150543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-115499578818891974</id><published>2006-08-08T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T10:40:16.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 2 Synopsis</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my weekly synopsis. I doubt I will do one every week, I may change it and do this at the end of each round in each house. I am not sure yet. So without further ado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to 22 Marylyn Drive!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/johnsen%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/johnsen%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/johnsen%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/johnsen%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/johnsen%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meet the Johnsen's. Networth: $31,498&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/Johnsens%202.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/Johnsens%202.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/James%20Johnsen.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/James%20Johnsen.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; James Johnsen: Popularity, Become Mayor, Aquaries, 5,4,4,6,6, turn ons: blondes and make-up, turn off: facial hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relatives: father of Beth, Arie, Mason and Cappuccino, husband of Marisa. &lt;p&gt;Appearence: skintone 1, black hair, dark-blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accomplishments: nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/Marisa%20Johnsen%202.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/Marisa%20Johnsen%202.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Marisa (Bendett) Johnsen: Wealth, Criminal Mastermind, gemeni, 4,7,8,3,3, turn ons: fitness, vampirism, turn off: glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Relatives: mother of Mason and Arie, step-mom of Beth, wife of James.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Appearence: skintone 2, blonde hair, dark-blue eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Accomplishments: nada&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/Arie%20Johnsen%202.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/Arie%20Johnsen%202.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Arie Johnsen: Grow-up, leo, 5,5,4,6,3.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Relatives: daughter of Marisa and James, sister of Mason, half-sister of Beth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Appearence: skin tone 2 (1 recessive), dark-blue eyes, black hair (blond).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/Mason%20Johnsen%202.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/Mason%20Johnsen%202.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mason Johnsen: Grow-up, leo, 5,9,4,6,3.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Relatives: son of Marisa and James, brother of Arie, half-brother of Beth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apperence: skintone 1 (2), dark-blue eyes, black hair (blonde).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next up is 14 Lois Avenue.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/beverage%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Meet the Beverages. Networth: $13,678&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/Beverages%202.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/Beverages%202.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/Cherry%20Beverage%202.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/Cherry%20Beverage%202.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cherry Beverage: Romance, Woohoo with 20 Different Sims, capricorn, 7,4,2,6,6, turn ons: fitness, brown hair, turn off: stink.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Relatives: mother of Cola, Sprite, Sodapop, and Cappuccino.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Appearence: skintone 2, red hair, green eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Accomplishments: nada&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/Cappy%20Beverage%202.png" border="0" /&gt; Cappuccino Beverage: Grow-up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Relatives: son of James and Cherry, half-brother of Beth, Arie, Mason, Cola, Sprite and Sodapop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here we have 47 Harris Street.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/curtis%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Home of the Curtis Family. Networth: $44,864&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/Curtis%20Week%202.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/Curtis%20Week%202.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/Joe%20Carr%202.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/Joe%20Carr%202.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joe Carr: Wealth, Criminal Mastermind, scorpio, 6,5,8,3,3, turn ons: fatness, hats, turn off; vampirism.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Relatives: husband of Tia, step-dad of Hunter and Marshal, father of Carter and Mia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Appearence: skintone 4, brown hair (naturally), light-blue eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Accomplisments: nada &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/Tia%20Carr%202.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/Tia%20Carr%202.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tia (Curtis) Carr: Pleasure, Become Celebrity Chef, aquaries, 4,5,4,6,6, turn ons: facial hair, black hair, turn off: glasses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Relatives: wife of Joe, mother of Hunter, Marshal, Carter and Mia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Appearence: skintone 3, black hair, brown eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Accomplishments: Perma-plat 50 1st dates (her original lifetime want)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/Jasmine%20Disney%202.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/Jasmine%20Disney%202.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jasmine Disney: Popularity, become General, libra, 3,6,3,6,7, turn ons: cologne, fitness, turn off: make-up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Relatives: daughter of John and Nala, sister of Donald, Lilo, Jane and Oliver.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Appearence: skintone 4, brown hair, brown eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Accomplishments: graduated from Sim State University.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/Hunter%20Curtis%202.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/Hunter%20Curtis%202.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hunter Curtis: Wealth, Become Criminal Mastermind, pisces, 5,4,6,3,7, turn ons: fitness, brown hair, turn off: facial hair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Relatives: son of Tia, step-son of Joe, brother of Marshal, half-brother of Carter and Mia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Appearence: skintone 3, black hair, brown eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Accomplisments: nada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/Marshal%20Curtis%202.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/Marshal%20Curtis%202.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Marshal Curtis: Popularity, Become Captain Hero, cancer, 6,4,5,4,6, turn ons: formal, make-up, turn off: swimsuits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Relatives: son of Tia, step-son of Joe, brother of Hunter, half-brother of Carter and Mia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Appearence: skintone 3, black hair, brown eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Accomplisments: nada&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/Carter%20Carr%202.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/Carter%20Carr%202.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carter Carr: Grow-up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Relatives: son of Tia and Joe, half-brother of Marshal and Hunter, brother of Mia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Appearence: skintone 4 (3), brown hair (black), brown eyes (light-blue).&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/Mia%20Carr%202.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/Mia%20Carr%202.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mia Carr: Grow up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Relatives: daughter of Tia and Joe, sister of Carter, half-sister of Marshal and Hunter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Appearence: skintone 3 (4), brown hair (black), brown eyes (light blue) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is 163 Anders Road.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/disneys%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Here are the Disneys. Networth: $14,804&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/Disneys%20Week%202.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/Disneys%20Week%202.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/John%20Disney%202.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/John%20Disney%202.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; John Disney: family, reach Golden Anniversary, capricorn, 7,4,3,6,5, turn ons: make-up, black hair, turn off: fatness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Relatives: husband of Nala, father of Jasmine, Donald, Lilo, Jane and Oliver.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Appearence: skintone 4, brown hair, brown eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Accomplisments: nada&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/Nala%20Disney%202.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/Nala%20Disney%202.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nala Disney: Knowledge, become Chief of Staff, leo, 4,8,4,4,5, turn ons: fitness, brown hair, turn off: stink.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Relatives: wife of John, mother of Jasmine, Donald, Lilo, Jane and Oliver.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Appearence: skintone 4, black hair, dark-blue eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Accomplisments: nada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/Jane%20Disney%202.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/Jane%20Disney%202.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jane Disney: Grow-up, cancer, 7,4,3,4,9.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Relatives: daughter of John and Nala, sister of Jasmine, Donald, Lilo and Oliver.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Appearence: skintone 4, brown hair (black), brown eyes (dark-blue).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/Oliver%20Disney%202.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/Oliver%20Disney%202.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oliver Disney: Grow-up, aries, 7,6,5,6,1.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Relatives: son of John and Nala, bother of Jasmine, Donald, Lilo, and Jane.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Appearence: skintone 4, brown hair (black), brown eyes (dark-blue).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our last actual household is 4 Martin Close.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/beverage%2002%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Here we have the Beverages 02. Networth: $50, 081 (they originally had 460 000 thanx to the Secret Society Glitch (I have both the patches and neither of them helped, so I had to cheat them down a bit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/Beverage%202%202.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/Beverage%202%202.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/Cola%20Beverage%202.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/Cola%20Beverage%202.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cola Beverages: Popularity, Become Captain Hero, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Relatives: daughter of Cherry, sister of Sprite and Sodapop, half-sister of Cappuccino, fiance of Donald Disney.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Appearence: skintone 2, brown hair, custom purple eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Accomplisments: nada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/Sprite%20Beverage%202.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/Sprite%20Beverage%202.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sprite Beverages: Family, become Captain Hero, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Relatives: daughter of Cherry, sister of Cola and Sodapop, half-sister of Cappuccino, fiance of Scott Ying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Appearence: skintone 2, brown hair, custom purple eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Accomplisments: nada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Welcome to Sim State University! Lets take a look at the Young adults...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the Greek House called CUJH DIBE JACOSP (weird name, but I had good reasoning!)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/CUJH%20DIBE%20JACOSP%20Week%202.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/Donald%20Disney%202.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/Donald%20Disney%202.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Donald Disney: Junior, GPA 4.0, engaged to Cola Beverages, Secret Society member, Mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/LIlo%20Diney%202.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/LIlo%20Diney%202.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lilo Disney: Junior, GPA 4.0, Secret Society Member, Philosophy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Graduated this week: Jasmine Disney: GPA 4.0, Secret Society Member, History.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landgraab House Dorms&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/Landgraab%20House%20Dorms%20Week%202.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/Landgraab%20House%20Dorms%20Week%202.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/Beth%20Johnsen%202.png" border="0" /&gt; Beth Johnsen: Junior, GPA 4.0, Secret Society Member, engaged to Sodapop Beverages, Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/Sodapop%20Beverage%202.png" border="0" /&gt;Sodapop Beverages: Junior, GPA 4.0, Secret Society Member, engaged to Beth Johnsen, Psychology.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Graduated: Cola Beverages: GPA 4.0, Secret Society Member, engaged to Donald Disney, Biology.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pienut Dorms&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/Pienut%20Dorms%20Week%202.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/Pienut%20Dorms%20Week%202.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/Scott%20Ying%202.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/Scott%20Ying%202.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Scott Ying: Senior, GPA 4.0, Secret Society Member, engaged to Sprite Beverages, Economics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Graduated: Sprite Beverages: GPA 4.0, Secret Society Member, engaged to Scott Ying, Biology.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, winners of highest networth are the Beverages 02&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Winners of the largest family are the Curtis'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Winners of the most dominant last name are the Beverages.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next up is my SCORE page!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-115499578818891974?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/115499578818891974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=115499578818891974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115499578818891974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115499578818891974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/08/week-2-synopsis.html' title='Week 2 Synopsis'/><author><name>QueenofSimtopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10627794760694759192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06356693977677150543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-115498563338456317</id><published>2006-08-07T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T16:06:48.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beverages 02: Typical Sisters</title><content type='html'>A pretty simple, boring round.  Yep, that's it.  A semi-relaxing way to end week 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told from Sprite's point of view for 4 days: Welcome to our home!  First things first, I am trying not to act like such a "hippie", Cola's word, so I have given up meditating.  Anyway I wanted to make sure that was clarified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/makeover%20cola.jpg" border="0" /&gt; As soon as we moved in, Cola and I got make-overs.  Here is Cola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/makeover%20sprite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/makeover%20sprite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here I am.  Cola is being quite typical in the background there.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/gee.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; She talked me into letting her buy a cellphone.  Being the softy I am I let her.  Big mistake, she never gets off of it.  I guess some things will never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/randy%20the%20stalker.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Another example is my misguided stalker.  Yep, Randy is still pretty angry that I "cheated" on him.  I really think he needs to talk to a psychologist.  He needs help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/cola%20off%20to%20work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/cola%20off%20to%20work.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is Cola off to work.  She is a SWAT leader.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/go%20to%20work.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I am not as far up the career path as she is.  I am a detective.  I don't know why I picked the police career.  I would love to be a Captain hero, but I hate the gore.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/painters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We both love to paint.  Notice Cola's cellphone ringing.  *sigh*&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/exitement.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I invited Scott over one night.  I was pretty exited to see him.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/bye%20to%20scott.jpg" border="0" /&gt; He could only stay for a while though so we just basically kissed for an hour.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/uhoh.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Uh-oh.  Yep, some misguided person kicked over our trash.  We got cockroaches!  Cola flipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/bug%20man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/bug%20man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had to call the Exterminator.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/thanx%20bug%20guy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thanx bug guy!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/urgh%20kennedy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;What the...  Kennedy Cox!  This was after the bug incident.  The weirdest thing is, neither I nor Cola know Kennedy.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/urgh.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And another typical incident.  Randy also knocked over the trash.  Jerk.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/poor%20cola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;One time, when I was sending an email, Cola burst out in tears.  I knew better than to comfort her.  She would get all protective.  Maybe it's that time of the month?  I don't know, Cola has never really been emotional.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/movin%20out.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yep, next round Cola will be moving out to the Disney's household.  I will miss her, but I am so exited about seeing Scott again!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Pretty Pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/pretty%20girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Another pretty girl.  This one is a teen.  She will be perfect for some guy later.  Expect to see her at uni...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Accomplishments: err, nothing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next is a Weekly Synopsis (or however you spell it)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-115498563338456317?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/115498563338456317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=115498563338456317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115498563338456317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115498563338456317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/08/beverages-02-typical-sisters.html' title='The Beverages 02: Typical Sisters'/><author><name>QueenofSimtopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10627794760694759192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06356693977677150543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-115498430380875710</id><published>2006-08-07T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T14:37:24.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 2 Over</title><content type='html'>I am done &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Week 2&lt;/span&gt;!  I finished on Friday, wanted to post about it on Saturday but couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darned parents &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;threw a party&lt;/span&gt;.  There were lots of cute guys (their friends sons), but I wasn't allowed on the computer.  Nope, I had to be "social".  O how much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday, we went&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; camping.&lt;/span&gt;  Yep, camping.  Why is it my parents goal in life to torture me??  Let's just say "I hate the outdoors!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am working on posting for the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Beverage girls&lt;/span&gt; (Cola and Sprite) then I will do a &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Weekly Synopsis &lt;/span&gt;(excuse any poor spelling), and a &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;SCORE PAGE&lt;/span&gt;.  So, off to work then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-115498430380875710?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/115498430380875710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=115498430380875710&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115498430380875710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115498430380875710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/08/week-2-over.html' title='Week 2 Over'/><author><name>QueenofSimtopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10627794760694759192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06356693977677150543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-115466079920714147</id><published>2006-08-03T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T14:47:35.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Disneys: Getting Along</title><content type='html'>Yep another update!  I figured it takes me 2 days to play 3 or 4 sim days, and 1 day to post what happened.  I was lucky and I got to finish playing the disneys and type here today.  So here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told from Nala's point of view for 4 days:  Hi!  Things are pretty much the same as when we last left off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/really%20pregnant.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I was basically too pregnant to function...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/tucking%20jane%20in.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; and John was constantly caring for Jane and giving her extra cuddles when he thought I wasn't looking.  There are some differences though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/mr.%20policeman.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I convinced John to close down his toy business and get a real job.  He started as a security guard.  I am working up the medical career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/labour.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yep, it doesn't seem to hurt any less the 4th time around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/baby%20oliver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;meet Oliver Disney!  He has an incredible resemblence to Carter Carr.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/jane%20grows%20up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That night Jane grew up.  I was glad, I don't know how me and John could have juggled two jobs and raise two kids.  Jane is a very reliable girl (I did a good job of raising her with very little of John's poor influence).&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/jane%20tidys.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jane is very good at tidying around the house.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/cleaning%20up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yep thats my girl!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/awww.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/awww.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I must admit, I really do love her.  (note: Nala has a heart!).  She does need to learn to change out of her PJs sooner.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/loving%20his%20baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I have relented, John is as much a part of raising Oliver as I am.  I am really too exhausted to worry myself about it.  And me and John made a deal.  No more kids.  Soon Donald (my favorite child other than Jane) will be coming back with his fiance Cola Beverage.  No more kids from us.  John will just have to dote on his grandkids.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/oliver%20grows%20up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here's Olivers birthday.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/oliver%20again.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He is cute I will admit (sorry for no close ups).&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/tired.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I must admit, John has started to work hard.  He worked himself to such low energy that he fainted.  He was desperately trying to potty train Oliver.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/painting%20together.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jane really does love to learn (she has 7 charisma from toddler hood, 8 creativity and 4 logic so far).  (note: This is an adorable pic in my opinion)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/first%20day%20of%20school.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I'll leave you guys with what we are currently doing.  Jane is off to her first day of school.  She is very exited.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/workin%20out.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;John is trying to get fit for his job (key word: trying).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/bathing%20oliver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/bathing%20oliver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I'm bathing Oliver.  I must admit, I am getting good at this parenting thing.  I am glad this is the last toddler though.  Drat, I just realized that when Donald moves back I will probably end up taking care of his rugrats.  Ah-well.  I am sure I can convince John to most of the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Accomplishments: Jane grows up, Oliver is born and grows into a toddler.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next up is the Beverage sisters.  Then, more college!!!  Oh well, I still have some time left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-115466079920714147?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/115466079920714147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=115466079920714147&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115466079920714147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115466079920714147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/08/disneys-getting-along.html' title='The Disneys: Getting Along'/><author><name>QueenofSimtopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10627794760694759192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06356693977677150543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-115439856010564104</id><published>2006-08-01T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T07:55:53.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curtis: Lots of Growth</title><content type='html'>Surprise!  I already have another update!  Anyway, on with the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told from Jasmine's point of view for 4 days:  Hello everybody.  Why am I living in the Curtis houselhold you ask.  Well, after I graduated I got a phone call from my friend Tia.  She invited me to come live with them for free, I was to be a nanny/maid.  I accepted, to tell the truth I wasn't too keen on going home.  I never really enjoyed acting as a referee between my parents in their silly arguements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of ticked when as soon as I moved in, the boys I was supposed to be caring for grew up into teens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/hunter.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/hunter.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hunter Curtis: wealth, become criminal mastermind (I don't remember his turn-ons and offs)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/Marshall%20teen.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Marshal: Curtis: popularity, become captain hero (note from the queenofsimtopia: Wow this really cracked me up, Marshall will be fighting evil while Hunter will be evil!  Twin brothers, set against eachother.  It also bugged me a little.  This means there will be 4 Captain Heros in Prosperity Hills (Marshal, Cola, Sprite, and Sodapop).  Ah, well.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tia had invited Joe Carr over to celebrate the boys birthdays, she also seemed to have other plans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/engagement.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yep, Tia proposed engagement and asked him to move in.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/rings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;As if that wasn't enough exitement in one day, they got married on the spot.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/married.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I expected Tia to have a big party but she obviously has changed since becoming perma-plat.  Even though that day was happy, disaster still managed to strike...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/urgh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yep, just great timing Mr. Robber-dude.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/fights.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Hunter and Marshal were first to wake up to see the burglar and police guy in a major fight (I tried to make everyone sleep through the alarm but it didn't work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/a%20fight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Eventually, we were all up (Tia was in her underwear, which under any other circumstance would have been totally awkward, who wants to see their boss in skimpy undies?  Actually, don't answer that *thinks of Miss Cherry Beverage*)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/police%20dude%20wins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thank goodness the police guy one.  But the robber managed to get away with the TV.  I couldn't sleep after such a day so I went outside and worked out a bit.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/upset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Suddenly, I just broke down.  It wasn't fair.  This job totally wasn't working out.  I couldn't be a nanny, the boys were teens and old enough to care for themselves, I couldn't be a maid here either, the house was always spotless (this family likes ot clean up after themselves).&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/depressed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I decided to suck it up and talk to Tia.  She told me not to worry.  Her and Joe had talked and they wanted a baby.  She wasn't pregnant yet, but they hoped to bring one into the world later.  They also are planning on opening a business.  A hair salon.  I was pretty exited when I heard this.  When I was a kid I wanted to be a hairdresser more than anything else.  So I sucked it up.  Everyone in the house was pretty emotional so I didn't want to be an extra burden.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/mad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Joe was always angry, I guess cuz the robbery ruined his wedding day or whatever.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/anger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/anger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hunter was also ticked, he seemed to hate that burglar guy.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/pain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tia didn't seem to care at all.  She seemed to be to worried about something else...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/sweet%20uniform.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh, Tia also let me get a job!  I imediately enrolled in the army.  I am a flight officer.  I wear a pretty awesome uniform.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/wicked%20carpool.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I also have a wicked carpool.  The boys love it!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/baby%20talk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Meanwhile, Tia broke the news to Joe.  She thought she was pregnant.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/belly.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And, it turned out she was!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/chattin%20bout%20school.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I also started being a bigger part of the boys lives.  I talked to them about school...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/talkin%20bout%20marriage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and more serious stuff like marriage.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We became pretty close friends.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/homework.jpg" border="0" /&gt; They really appreciated the extra help with their homework.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/labour.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Then, on one of her regular midnight bathroom trips, Tia went into labour.  I was the only one up and it totally freaked me out.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/mia%20carr.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Meet Mia Carr.  She has her mommy's brown eyes and tan skin tone and her daddy's brown hair.  Mia was actually the second born though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/carter%20carr.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Meet Carter Carr (I didn't realize how bad his first name would sound with his last name till it was too late, oh well.)  He has his daddy's skin tone and brown hair and his mommy's brown eyes.  (note from the queenofsimtopia: Carter looks like he should be Jasmine's kid.  He has her brown hair, eyes and skin.  It seriously freaked me our for a second.  I can't wait to see what he looks like later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/baby%20care.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/baby%20care.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Joe spent loads of time caring for the babies (Joe is currently unemployed cuz he wants to be a Criminal Mastermind but there have been no criminal job openings yet.  Tia is Host in the culinary career.)  Taking care of the babies made me wonder if I would ever have my own kids...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/hunter%20helps%20out.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; In the evenings Hunter helped out with the babies too.  Marshal didn't really care about them much.  He considers them only his "half-siblings".&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/in%20private%20school.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The boys got into Private School too.  They look adorable in their uniforms.  Oh, and they are now off to uni.  They are way too  young for it, but they are super smart (hence the fact that they are in private school), so they got accepted early.  Anyway, that's all for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Funny Pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/surprised.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jasmine and Tia seem pretty surprised to see the boys grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/teen%20boy%20conversation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A typical teen boy conversation!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Accomplishments: Mia and Carter Carr were born, Joe Carr moved in, Joe and Tia got married, Marshal and Hunter got into Private School.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, Mia and Carter were completely natural twins (no cheesecake).  Tia must have a twin making gene!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-115439856010564104?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/115439856010564104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=115439856010564104&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115439856010564104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115439856010564104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/08/curtis-lots-of-growth.html' title='Curtis: Lots of Growth'/><author><name>QueenofSimtopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10627794760694759192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06356693977677150543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-115387465367583280</id><published>2006-07-28T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T12:14:29.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sim State University</title><content type='html'>Yep, I finished playing 8 young adults through 2 years of uni. And I survived!! So, we have all the uni students gathered at the Campus Coffee lounge to tell you about the events of their 2 looooooooooooooong years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: Yep, all accounted for. There ended up being quite a few of us at Sim State, we all became tight. We also started to know a lot about eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cola: Yeah like how Sprite and Scott can't stay off eachother for 5 seconds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/ahem.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Scott: Being a greek welcome committe isn't much fun. We needed something to do!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/lilo%20young%20adult.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jasmine: I refuse to play the peace maker again! Everybody be civil please! Anyway, after everybody grew up (Beth, Lilo and Donald), they pledged and moved into the Greek House.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/greek%20members.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Beth: Here is a pic of us pledging Soda in.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/business.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Donald: As you can see the Greek House got rather crowded with all 8 of us so Scott and Sprite moved out into Pienut Dorms and Beth, Soda and Cola moved into Landgraab House Dorms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beth: For the record, Soda and Cola invited me, I didn't just move in with them.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/gee%20donald.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lilo: College was hard, here is a pic of the "brilliant" Donald setting the kitchen on fire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Donald: Just because I have not mastered the art of culinary does not mean you can outright mock me.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/great.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Scott: Yeah, well we had 2 fires!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/nuther%20fire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Scott: My Sprite can cook better than the cafeteria lady.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sprite: Thanks Scott sweetheart!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cola *opens mouth*...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jasmine: Don't even think about it Cola!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/stupid%20cow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Scott: And when we weren't experiencing fires we were experiencing floods, stupid cow mascot!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/gals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sprite: Here, we will tell our story first.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lilo: Good idea!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Scott: I spent a lot of time hanging out with girls around the dorm.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/awww%20or%20ahhh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/abduction%20sprite.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scott: I was kind of afraid that it was bugging Sprite, even though I made sure to tell all the ladies that I was 100% taken.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/menish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Scott: So I started hanging out with the guys.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/greek%20house%20ad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Scott: I also told them about the cool Greek House I was apart of. If I had known what the Randy guy was gonna do later I would have been totally beating the crap out of him, but unfortunately I didn't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beth: Oh, you didn't tell us what happened. Come on, spill the beans!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sprite: OK, well me and Scott were kissing (completely normal by the way), when that Randy guy came up and slapped me!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/ticked%20off.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Scott: I lost it! He had no right to be pushing around my girl!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/fighting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Scott: So I let him have it...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/scot%20loses%20badly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Scott: ... and I lost!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/scot%20wins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Scott: So I pounded him again and won (my dignity back)!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/paying%20em%20off.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Scott: Then I paid him off so he would leave Sprite alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sprite: You did that for me? How sweet!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/dumbo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sprite: He was really creepy after that. He just sat in a chair a lot. (note from the Queenofsimtopia: Randy is such a loser. He came up to Sprite once and charmed her (completely on his own by the way). They got a crush thing (which bugged me, Sprite is and always will be completely loyal to Scott). Now he thinks because she kissed her fiance she was cheating on him! When really it was he that was flirting with an engaged woman).&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/stupid%20dude.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sprite: He scared me a little. Everytime I walked by he would stare at me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lilo: That's pretty sweet how Scott stuck up for you though!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/good%20byes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sprite: Yeah it was pretty hard to say good-bye (this pic is showing us saying good-bye by the way). I knew I would miss him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Scott: And I am a little worried about that Randy guy. He better not come near you again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jasmine: Sorry to stop you guys, but you are way ahead of us. Lets move on to something else...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/whats%20up%20sprite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Soda: Hey Sprite! That is a pretty interesting look you have on your face there!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/whats%20up%20sodapop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sprite: Yeah well, you didn't exactly manage to not look goofy either when *whoops I can't say that yet!*&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/whats%20up%20scot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Scott: I was pretty surprised too!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/whats%20up%20lilo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Donald: Lilo appears to also be experiencing the emotion we humans call confusion.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/whats%20up%20donald.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lilo: Hey! At least I didn't look like I was gonna wet myself, or hurl!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/whats%20up%20cola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cola: It was totally freaky!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/whats%20up%20beth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jasmine: I think Beth wins the funniest expression though!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beth: I must admit, I look very weird!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jasmine: What was happening you ask? Well...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/soda%20secret%20society.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jasmine: We were getting abducted into the Secret Society (we are allowed to talk about it cuz we are all members).&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/scot%20secret%20society.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/real%20ladies%20man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*Queenofsimtopia note* Scott is a real ladies man. I am surprised he is not a romance sim!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/lilo%20secret%20society.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/one%20more.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/now%20secret%20society.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/beth%20secret%20society.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cola: We will talk about what happened to us now. Go ahead Beth.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/thoughts%20more.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Beth: Everything was normal, I was thankful they had invited me to move in. I started to notice that I was thinking about Sodapop an awful lot.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/fit.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Beth: I think I first noticed him one day when he was shirtless in the cafeteria. I have a weakness for fit guys.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/thoughts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Beth: I thought about him lots. I even got tingles when I sat by him watching TV.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/flirting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Soda: One day I complimented her on her hair. I thought she was cute, but I sure wasn't expecting what she did next.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/first%20kiss.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Soda: She kissed me! And I liked it a lot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beth: *blushes*&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/aww.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Soda: We started to kiss...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/olala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Soda: ... a lot!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Soda: I was starting to realize that this was a woman that I really loved and wanted to spend my life with.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/marriage%20thoughts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Beth: Me too. All I could think about was marrying you.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/woah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Soda: After some intense making out...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/engagement.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Soda: ... I asked the question.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/more%20awww.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Soda: I was so happy when you accepted!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beth: How could I have not?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soda: But that wasn't the hard part, telling Cola was!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/mmmm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cola: I will admit, I knew something was up.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/trafic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Soda: I tried to talk about casual things like driving.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/awkwardness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Beth: I took the hint.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cola: But I still knew something was wrong.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/gee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Soda: So I told you, poor Beth was so nervous!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/unison.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cola: I admit, I was shocked.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/awkward.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Cola: I didn't know what to think about it.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/awwww.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Cola: You guys seemed pretty in love to me.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/in%20love%20deeply.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Cola: You even danced in your matching PJs!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/common%20ground.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Cola: So I talked to Beth about it. I realized that she was awesome and I would love to have her as a sister-in-law. We became tight friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/cola%20and%20donald.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lilo: Well, you didn't waste much time after that finding a boyfriend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Donald and Cola: *both blush shyly*&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/whoah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cola: I knew imediately that I loved Donald, he was so smart and cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lilo: *snorts*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jasmine: *gives Lilo a warning look*&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/what.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Donald: When of the hardest actions I have preformed emotionally was proposing to my dear Cola.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/engaged.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cola: It was the sweetest thing ever, I imediately accepted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lilo: Now Jazzy dear, tell us about your "little" romance!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/jazzy%20and%20a%20guy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jasmine: It was nothing really...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/lilo%20not%20liking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lilo: Mhm you call nothing kissing on the deck while I try to watch a football game! It seemed like you two were glued together!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jasmine: Well Lilo, since you are so interested in romance share with us about yours!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/lilo%20and%20guy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lilo: I didn't really like that guy, he was sweet, but not perfect. (Queenofsimtopia note: He is not Randy!!! He is just a clone, his name is Abjeet, or however you spell it)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/gee%20lilo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Donald: You two had many pointless disagreements in these two years. Lilo was constantly getting frustrated with Jasmine, especially when she accidentally broke the TV.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lilo: In my defense I had to miss the golf championship that was on that night. Stupid repairmen don't make housecalls in the evenings.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/cheerleader%20pounds%20cow.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Jasmine: One of the highlights this year was watching the cheerleader kick the cow mascots butt!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/hot%20cow%20mascot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jasmine: It turned out that that cow mascot is a real stud! (Queenofsimtopia *note to self* Kevin Hogan (aka the cow mascot) is a real hottie under that suit)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/co%20grad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cola: Finally it was time for us to grow up and leave college, forever! I really need to go clothes shopping!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/sprite%20grows%20up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sprite: As do I!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/jasmine%20grows%20up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jasmine: Me too!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/saying%20goodbye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lilo: It was hard saying good-bye to everyone. We will miss you lots!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some pics of the Greek house Cujh Dibe Jacosp. The money came from the Secret Society glitch. I even installed the patch, but it didn't fix the problem.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/cujh%20dibe%20jacosp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;An outside view.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The entryway has a lot of junk in it. You can see the 2 computers, some instruments,&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;workout equpment and badge machine thingys. This room has a crappy layout, I just used it to store neccessary junk.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is the dining area.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That branches off into the kitchen. By the way there are 3 bathrooms in this house though I don't have pics of them.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is the library, Donald's favorite room.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The parlour has plenty of art easels and&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; a piano.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/14.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is an aerial view of the bedroom.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And an aerial veiw of my favorite room, the party room.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt; There is a fruit punch barrel, a kareoke machine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; a bubble blower, an electro dance sphere,&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt; a DJ booth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; an elevator,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and a bar. That's it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Accomplishments: Cola, Sprite and Jasmine graduate with 4.0 GPA, all Secret Society members (no big sims on campus, I was far too lazy). Cola is engaged to Donald, Sprite is engaged to Scott, Beth is engaged to Soda. Oh and unmentioned before Lilo bought a clothing store (I don't remember its name).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-115387465367583280?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/115387465367583280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=115387465367583280&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115387465367583280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115387465367583280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/07/sim-state-university.html' title='Sim State University'/><author><name>QueenofSimtopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10627794760694759192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06356693977677150543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-115404845840941063</id><published>2006-07-27T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T12:15:29.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PETS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*edit* A special thanks to Tanu for helping me figure out how to move my uni post to its proper place!*edit*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!! Pets for Sims 2! I can't wait, yet I have to, til October!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The injustice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward soooo much to all the new additions: breeding (1-4 babies!) being able to have 6 pets in a house, training your animals, them being ghosts after they die, being able to create them in create a pet, getting them jobs, having them grow up! The possibilities are endless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my uni post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-115404845840941063?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/115404845840941063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=115404845840941063&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115404845840941063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115404845840941063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/07/pets.html' title='PETS'/><author><name>QueenofSimtopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10627794760694759192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06356693977677150543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-115396121167860450</id><published>2006-07-26T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T12:15:43.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the weird happenings at my blog. I am making mucho changes (I changed my template, didn't you notice!). So, it is kind of a mess right now, I have been fooling around with the template a lot. Ignore my mistakes, I am not perfect, I hope they will be fixed soon. As for uni, I have one semester left for 3 sims. Then I am done. YIPPEE. The update should be posted soon (unless I am dying to play the Curtis', which is likely...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zelda Evermere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-115396121167860450?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/115396121167860450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=115396121167860450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115396121167860450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115396121167860450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/07/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>QueenofSimtopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10627794760694759192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06356693977677150543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-115369325432560431</id><published>2006-07-23T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T06:56:54.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!</title><content type='html'>I'm back from Kelowna (a beautiful condo on a beach with an outdoor and an indoor pool, I know you are all jealous!!)  and Camp counselling (dealing with stupid kids, waking up at 6 for staff meeting and other junk, I know you are sooo not jealous).  So, where are the long awaited updates you ask.  I am planning on having my uni updates up be Thursday.  I have decided from now on to split up my uni time because it is killing me!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will work hard to get this update up fast, I really want to play on the Curtis family which is the only thing keeping my going!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-115369325432560431?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/115369325432560431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=115369325432560431&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115369325432560431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115369325432560431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!'/><author><name>QueenofSimtopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10627794760694759192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06356693977677150543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-115168889169044747</id><published>2006-06-30T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T14:29:23.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beverages: Cherry on her own (kind of)</title><content type='html'>Yes, here are the Beverages, Cherry is still on the extremely annoying romance path so here it goes: Told from Cherry's point of view for 4 days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/another%20pucker.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/another%20pucker.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep I am still at it!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/riches.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That Malcom guy is a smmoooth operator!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/awwww.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And yeah, he is old and ugly, but once I get that woohoo he won't be needed around here anymore!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/uhoh.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Ahem, he wasn't supposed to see that, Oh well, he has already served his purpose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/ahem.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/ahem.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah, gross and everything, but he isn't a bad kisser!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/bad%20bladder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;OK, that is soooo immature!  Like I give you a perfectly decent woohoo (he seems experienced!), and you wet yourself on the carpet! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/excuse%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt; That James guy is also a hottie! I know he is married, but he doesn't seem to care (Yes readers, I did say to expect some interesting plots out of the James/Cherry attraction!)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/with%20the%20repariman.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Who is in the bed with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/affair.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/affair.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yup, James Johnsen!!! That is 3 woohoos in one day (repariman, malcom and james)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/off%20to%20college.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I don't think Soda liked me having an affair with a hitched guy, he up and left for college.  Whatever, I know he isn't mad at me, he will like college too.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/dumbo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I understand you are furious Malcom, but stealing that newspaper isn't really bugging me that much!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/evil%20paper-grabbe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;But stealing that one is!!!!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/preggo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ummm, yeah, when my bathing suit started fitting funny it hit me, I was pregnant again!  And, to top it off I don't know the father, there are 3 possibilities!  I hope this baby doesn't wreck my love schedule.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/don%27t%20worry%20i%20agree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I tried giving myself a make-over, but it didn't help the fact that I am totally not as hot when I am preggo.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/big%20belly.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yeah, I know, I am huge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/aw.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Knut doesn't seem to mind that I am preggers!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/labour.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yeah, I got to go through that crappy labour thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/cappachino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;which left me with Cappachino!  He has skin tone 1, light blue eyes and black hair.  (I wonder who is father could be, it seems a little obvious...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Accomplishments: 3 more woohoos, Sodapop is off to college, and little Cappachino was born.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-115168889169044747?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/115168889169044747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=115168889169044747&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115168889169044747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115168889169044747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/06/beverages-cherry-on-her-own-kind-of.html' title='The Beverages: Cherry on her own (kind of)'/><author><name>QueenofSimtopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10627794760694759192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06356693977677150543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-115168728731966630</id><published>2006-06-30T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T10:22:52.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Johnson's: Moving Along</title><content type='html'>I swear on my life that the Johnsen's are the most boring/relaxing family around.  Everybody is happy and lovey-dovey and perfect.  Anyway this one will be told from James' point of view for 4 days:  Hey folks!  Life has been pretty good around here lately.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/disasterous.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Except for the fact that we have been having some trouble with the plumbing and the appliances (during these 4 days the toilet clogged, the shower broke, the trashcompactor broke and the TV broke, the repairman was at that house for a loooonnng time!)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/nuther%20baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I hate to see Marisa go through this pain, but it is worth it in the end!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/meet%20mason.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Meet our son!  Mason Johnsen, has a nice ring to it!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/smooth%20moves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Marisa is very exited that we have a boy.  It means she doesn't have to have any more kids.  Don't get me wrong, she loves them all, but as a wealth sim she really wants to reach the top of her career.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/parenting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Parenting!  What a hard job!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/hehe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*snort* ahem *giggle*.  OK I know it is not funny but I swear Marisa wanted to kill Mason after that, incident. *snort*&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/finished%20product.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Beth told us she is planning on going to college.  I didn't want her to go, she is my memory of Sara.  She finished up a painting of me and Mason&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/byebye%20mason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/byebye%20mason.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She said good-bye to Mason, wishing him the best in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/byebye%20arie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/byebye%20arie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; then she had a tearful good-bye with Arie.  It saddens me, she is such a family sim that she hates good-byes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/arie%20grows%20up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She said that after the birthdays she would be leaving.  So Arie grew up...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/kid.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(AARRRGGHH, look at what Marisa's nose has done!)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/mason%20grows%20up.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then it was Mason's turn...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/ugly%20nose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(AARRGGHH, another kid in desperate need of a nose job, thanx Marisa!!)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/off%20to%20college.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*sob* There's my baby girl off to college and the real world!! *sniff*&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/aw%20sweet.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Marisa was really happy to be back to work, she does miss the kids though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/baba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/baba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And that Mason is a smart one, he knows what makes him smart too!  Anyway, Beth is here, visiting from college so Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Funny Pics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/lovin%20daddy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The whole family is dreaming about James...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/lovin%20the%20smart%20milk.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; and Smart Milk!  I swear they love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/geee.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of love... perhaps there will be some interesting twists with this family soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Accomplishments this round: Mason was born and is now a toddler, Arie is a child, Beth is off to college.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stay tuned for the Beverages which is coming up next!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-115168728731966630?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/115168728731966630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=115168728731966630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115168728731966630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115168728731966630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/06/johnsons-moving-along.html' title='The Johnson&apos;s: Moving Along'/><author><name>QueenofSimtopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10627794760694759192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06356693977677150543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-115142825973909428</id><published>2006-06-27T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T11:44:15.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sob</title><content type='html'>I am currently forcing 8 sims through 2 years of uni.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is uni so long????  Seriously, I am also having trouble with my marriage plans.  I originally had Beth Johnsen set up with someone, but she goes to uni and, alas, she meets a three bolter! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love, or sticking to the plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Beth goes with her true love, one of my simmies has lost a mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I stick with the plan I will have to deal with the guilt of breaking up a perfect couple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way some couple gets the short end of the stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am off to destroy some relationships.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-115142825973909428?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/115142825973909428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=115142825973909428&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115142825973909428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115142825973909428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/06/sob.html' title='Sob'/><author><name>QueenofSimtopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10627794760694759192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06356693977677150543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-115023856901921943</id><published>2006-06-13T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T16:33:42.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Busy...</title><content type='html'>I have a total of three updates ready, but I will not post them to near the end of June. I have about half an hour of sim time a day, just to unwind. Other than that we have been having people over everyother night = a lot of cleaning/cooking. Plus I have endless homework on top of exams. So... I will catch up with my blogging at the end of school, continue playing about one sim day per day and I will talk to you all later! Ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zelda Evermere (Queenofsimtopia) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  bet you were all dying to find out my name!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-115023856901921943?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/115023856901921943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=115023856901921943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115023856901921943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/115023856901921943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/06/too-busy.html' title='Too Busy...'/><author><name>QueenofSimtopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10627794760694759192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06356693977677150543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>