<?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' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:59:07.153-07:00</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?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</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' alt='' /&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='http://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>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-114911629629867008</id><published>2006-05-31T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T16:13:12.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Disney: Lilo's Weird Parents</title><content type='html'>Without further ado (I have had the pics for this update for almost a week, just to lazy to update).  Here is the Disney Family (John, Nala, Donald, Lilo and Jane)&lt;br /&gt;Told from Lilo's point of view for 3 days:  Hi!  I will tell this in an orderly fashion.  First, Mom and Jane:  Mom is obsessed!  She won't let anyone touch Jane, unless she is at work.  Even then we are not allowed to cuddle her only feed her and stuff.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/baths.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/baths.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom takes care of the baths,&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/changin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;changes,&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%20jane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;cuddles,&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/feeding%20jane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;feeding,&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/ewww.jpg" border="0" /&gt;heeeheee!  Mom so had that coming!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;she even held Jane a private birthday, not telling any of the family!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/toddler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jane progressed beautifully, Mom doesn't seem to care about anything except for cramming knowledge into Jane's head now.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/cute%20and%20smart.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Seriously!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/smart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mom has taught her everything and forbids dad to touch her.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/naughty.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I have noticed that when mom is at work, Dad showers Jane in hugs and kisses. Good thing mom doesn't know!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/still%20in%20love.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; As far as Mom and Dad go, they seem to still love eachother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/ahem.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.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; if Dad walking around in his underwear is any proof!  They are so dumb, thinking me and Donald don't know what that means.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/smart%20sales.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dad's business is going 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/big%20baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt; and Dad still acts like a kid, playing with his own toys.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/doin%20homework%20together.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Me and Donald get along fairly 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/only%20talk.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Except, he loves to talk about school, I told him not to 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/umm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;he started gushing about make-up!  What a loser!!!!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/nerd.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Seriously, he spends all his time playing chess.  Neither him or me want or have a girlfriend/boyfriend.  Mom and Dad seem relieved.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finished my painting of Mom.  It looks pretty good.  Mom is pregnant again!  She is devestated, though Dad couldn't be happier.  Next up for me is college!! Then I can get out of this mad house.&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/ugliest%20guy%20ever.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This guy totally wins the ugliest townie award!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next up is the Coopriders on my Fellowship blog, then the Johnson's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-114911629629867008?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/114911629629867008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=114911629629867008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114911629629867008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114911629629867008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/05/disney-lilos-weird-parents.html' title='The Disney: Lilo&apos;s Weird Parents'/><author><name>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-114859955625145930</id><published>2006-05-25T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T17:33:05.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curtis Family: Tia's Happiness</title><content type='html'>I hope this will be a short entry, no funny pics, glitches or anything really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told from Tia's point of view for 3 days:&lt;br /&gt;Good day everyone! Let's get started, I have lot to do and little time so...&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/date%2028.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/date%2028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have basically been keeping up with dating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/date%2027.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/date%2027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/Date%2026.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/Date%2026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/nice%20lookin.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/nice%20lookin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In between blind dates, I have had to make some cash. My job isn't glamorous, but it pays the bills and the matchmaker. She has started being rather angry with me, which is ridiculous considering the amount of money she has made of of me (around 15$ every date).&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%20love%20letter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Another love letter!&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%20likes%20beth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hunter is still dreaming about that Johnson girl. Well, she does have a better property than ours, but she is definitely not ideal! Oh well, no worries for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/joe%20likes%20ferocious.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/joe%20likes%20ferocious.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I did invite Joe over again. He really does like it when I get ferocious!&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.jpg" border="0" /&gt; He likes it a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/olala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And you know what that leads to!!!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/undies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/undies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/still%20painful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/still%20painful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is seriously painful! But I need to for the sake of dating!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/dream%20date.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Joe is such a sweetie! I will admit that I wanted to marry him, but first I needed to finish my dating!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/date%2042.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/date%2043.0.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/date%2045.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/date%2046.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/date%2047.0.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/date%2048.1.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/date%2049.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I went back to men when women were scarce.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/date%2050.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And then...&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/lifetime%20platinum.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I reached my goal!!! Platinum for life!!!! Now, to worry about, money, Joe, Oh and the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important Events: Tia completes her lifetime want and reaches 50 1st dates. (My first perma-plat sim!! I know that's pathetic but I am so happy, Did you know I have only had 1 sim die of old age?? Actually, only 1 sim die at all! I just get bored so fast. YEA PERMA PLAT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My estimate of how much the matchmaker made (about 15$ per date time s50) = 750$  Not much, but not bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is the Disneys than the Coopriders in the Fellowship!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-114859955625145930?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/114859955625145930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=114859955625145930&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114859955625145930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114859955625145930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/05/curtis-family-tias-happiness.html' title='The Curtis Family: Tia&apos;s Happiness'/><author><name>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-114773804165469162</id><published>2006-05-18T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T18:46:03.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>University: Meager Beginnings</title><content type='html'>Finally! Well, life doesn't let one sim all day. After this post check out the fellowship as I will be posting about the Kirkendalls there next. Anyway, Jasmine Disney, Cola Beverage and Sprite Beverage are living in a Greek house they started. I don't remember the name though it is long and involves their first name intitials and the whole neighborhoods last name initials. Anyway,&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/helpful%20cheerleader.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Before I let Jasmine take over, here is a pic of a visiting cheerleader who started cleaning without any influence involved. I wish cheerleaders were like that in real life...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jasmine: Hi everybody! Time has flown since me and the twins arrived here. We are now Juniors. Anyway to fill you in we will all take turns talking. We hope that Sodapop (the twins brother), Elizabeth Johnson, Lilo (my sis) and Donald (my bro). Will be coming to college soon and living here at the Greek house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note from the queenofsimtopia: the Greek house will always be kept as full as possible of player sims in the prosperity challenge, occasionally some other townies will move in and I believe my extra young adults will just be members, not roomies of the Greek house. I also promise to write the name of it next time. I just have to write it down...) &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/young%20adult%20Jasmine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here I am, waiting for Cola and Sprite to arrive.&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.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yep, I am all growed up! WOOHOO, oh um don't take that literally, I am just exited to be an adult...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/Jassy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I decided that a make-over was needed (don't ask why I am standing over the toilet!)&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%20after%20makeover.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I love my new do. It is so short, I kept my long hair in braids before. I don't want to know what mom will think when she sees 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/Sprite.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Sprite: I believe it is my turn. Cola and I followed suit to Jasmine.&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%20young%20adult.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I decided first to make best friends with Jasmine...&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%20after.jpg" border="0" /&gt; then I got my makeover!&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%20after%20makeover.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I do believe the bun and chopsticks will help me keep my wits about me through the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/Cola%20young%20adult.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Cola: Yeah, yeah whatever Buddha! She is so sentimental these days... Anyway hi out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/Cola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I didn't grow up the best so I decided to start over with some new clothes.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/Cola%20afterwards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Way better!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/Cola%20after%20make%20over.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(note from the queenofsimtopia: I gave Cola and Sprite each a mole. You probably can't tell from these pics but Cola's is beside her nose and Sprite's is on her chin)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/tips%20and%20music.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The gals were complaining about their lack of money so I tried various activities to increase our cash flow!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/glamour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I didn't really enjoy serving coffee...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/coffee.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jasmine: It was well appreciated 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/library.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cola: Thanks! I wrote my term paper quickly, then headed home.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/not%20much%20furniture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We didn't really have much furniture to start!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/nightmares.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sprite: You seemed rather nervous. You kept waking up all night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cola: Yeah, well miss Smarty-pants, I never have been fond of sleeping outside.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/learnin%20and%20relaxin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jasmine: Anyway, we all began to study. (note from the queen... I used a lot of energizers!)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/research%20at%20night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I started to work on my novel while the other girls did other things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cola: Yeah, Sprite was acting really weird (more so than usual). She sat around and looked constipated 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/learning%20to%20meditate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sprite: Hey! Meditating is an extremely relaxing way to focus on your inner self, harness your...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/and%20more.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cola: Yeah, yeah, a short summary is act like a hippie.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/ahhh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sprite: Hmph, well I have managed to meditate above ground, this has only been achieved by few, and certainately not junkie's like 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/meditatin%20some%20more.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cola: Sorry if I am not interested in wasting my time floating around.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/meditation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sprite: Floating around!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/painting.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;All you did anyway was paint!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cola: *I had a lot of inspiration...*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sprite: What was that???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cola: Nothing...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/paintin%20for%20cash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Besides, you tried to paint too if my memory serves me correctly! You are just jealous because you were rubbish at it!&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: Can you two knock it off!!!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/research.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cola and Sprite: YOU STAY OUT OF THIS!!!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/sisterly%20love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jasmine: Boy am I glad Lilo is still at Mom and Dads...&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.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sprite: Well, I suppose you have many valid reasons for being jealous of me. Because I found a loving boyfriend before you did...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/makin%20out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cola: Jealous!! Of you??? At least I had the dignity to not spend hours kissing some guy with a mohawk on the lawn!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/woohoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Your relationship with him grew kind of fast didn't it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sprite: How do you know about that????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cola: I was in the kitchen fixing some lunch and I heard some 'intersting' noises! *smirk*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sprite: You, fixing lunch! What a joke! Scott was a great pledge so don't talk rudely about 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/term%20paper%20influence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cola: Yeah, he wrote your term paper for you didn't he!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/scotts%20paper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sprite: If my memory serves ME correctly, he wrote yours too! Thankfully he moved in quickly so I could spend time with some civilized people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jasmine: Hey!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sprite: Not you Jazzy dear. EVERYBODY knows who I am talking about...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/10%20o%20clock%20is%20bedtime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jasmine: Back to normal stuff! We all went to bed at 10:30, and we all shared the housework though Cola did most of the cooking.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/burnt%20spagetti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/burnt%20spagetti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sprite: And most of the burning!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jasmine: AHEM!!!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/a%20job.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Scott: Hi everybody! Sorry I am late, was at class and everything... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sprite: Don't worry about it honey!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cola: *snigger*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sprite: *glare*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jasmine: I see that I am going to have to do most of the talking here! Everybody but me and Scott has to remain silent unless they want to end up on bathroom duty for a month! Back to our daily lives. We had sort of a breakfast nook where we would talk about our futures and stuff.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/eating%20nook.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Scott: Yeah Cola seems intent on being a police officer, she kept imitating sirens!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cola: *glares*&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/date%20flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Scott: I just love my Sprite so much! I just constantly would give her gifts, we are engaged you know!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cola: So that's why we are broke!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sprite: *glares* (If looks could kill I would have a lot of dead sims!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jasmine: 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/mr%20streaker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Scott: I gave that streaker a good lesson! How dare he come around all these lovely women!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sprite: *beams*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cola *imitates throwing 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/ladies%20man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Scott: Most of my friends were women, and living with three women didn't help much,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cola: *mouths I told you so to Sprite*&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/400/guy%20stuff.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Scott: Thankfully I have been making some male friends to talk about guy stuff 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/meditate%20scott.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Also, darling Sprite has been teaching me how to meditate. I am not nearly as good as her though!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cola: *bursts out laughing, tries to cover it with fake coughs*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sprite: *scowls angrily at Cola*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jasmine: Ummm that's all for now (glances nervously at Cola and Sprite who look ready to murder eachother). We are now all Juniors, and have survived, so far (glances around nervously agian). Uh, that's all for now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;FUNNY PICS&lt;/span&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/3736/1869/320/attractive.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How, stylish!! And here is a funny story. &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/TV%20sports.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Everybody was watching sports when they started making weird faces, all at the same time!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/bored.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Cola looked bored to death,&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/grossed%20out.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Sprite was disgusted,&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/saddened.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Jasmine was cringing,&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/surprised.jpg" border="0" /&gt; and Scott was shocked!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Important Events: Scott Yang moves in, Scott and Sprite engaged, Level 4 Greek house, 3 juniors and one sophmore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next time I will have Scott's stats (I am scatterbrained), we have the Kirkendalls in the Fellowship next and then the Curtis family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-114773804165469162?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/114773804165469162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=114773804165469162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114773804165469162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114773804165469162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/05/university-meager-beginnings.html' title='University: Meager Beginnings'/><author><name>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-114753956033851164</id><published>2006-05-13T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T09:59:20.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration!</title><content type='html'>College is seemingly never ending in the sims.  It had better not be like that in real life, or I may finally crack.  This update is not ready yet as I have decided to play two years at a time.  I am only finished one.  Boy was it not fun!  Three sims living on foundation, no walls or anything nearly killed me.  Things are looking up though as the three girls are now sophmores.  I had the flippin final glitch.  Sprite went to her final exam but it said she didn't show up so she got a B+.  I am still saying that she is at 4.0GPA because she would have been if the stupid glitch didn't exist.  Yeah, looking forward to going back to the regular neighborhood.  Sigh, young adults are difficult to manage (thank God for the energizer)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-114753956033851164?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/114753956033851164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=114753956033851164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114753956033851164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114753956033851164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/05/frustration.html' title='Frustration!'/><author><name>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-114695490040428734</id><published>2006-05-06T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T15:35:00.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots to work on...</title><content type='html'>I have decided that I will play one week prosperity, then one week prosperity fellowship.  Next week will be normal prosperity.  Right now I am just kind of doing what I fell like.  I am stuck in the college stage, Cola, Sprite, and Jasmine our broke so it is really hard and quite boring!  Oh well, check out my next blog on the fellowship called... umm I will post it in my next entry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-114695490040428734?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/114695490040428734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=114695490040428734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114695490040428734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114695490040428734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/05/lots-to-work-on.html' title='Lots to work on...'/><author><name>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-114636436014196046</id><published>2006-04-30T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T19:32:40.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beverages: Settled??</title><content type='html'>Seriously, because I am getting bored with my challenge, I have downloaded the fellowship prosperity neighborhood.  I am really ticked because it got to 96% and then my computer froze, so it's back to 45%. sigh.  Anyway, I will still post as often as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told from Sprites point of view for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/cartoons.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Being the family sim that I am, my favorite part of the day is watching TV with Cola and Soda.  We surprisingly get along better than most siblings.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/luv%20tub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;You probably heard from Cola that Mom is very into romancing.  She bought a love tub.  Yeah, lame and all but if it makes her happy...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/meet%20malcom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It obviously makes Malcom Landgraab happy.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/woohoo%20talking.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/bathing%20suits.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/bathing%20suits.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who seriously wears a spedo and talks about woohoo and kissing all the time???  Well, once again, if he makes mom happy...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/the%20repairman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At least he is better than the repair guy!!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/off%20to%20work.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is all of us but mom going off to work after school.  Cola is a Team Mascot, Soda is at the bottom of the Athletic career, and I am the Executive Assistant at Sim Tech!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/over%20achiever.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Me and Cola are both over achievers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/acne.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/acne.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The joys of being a teen, acne.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/zits.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Thank goodness for acne cream!!  Cola has been acting funny lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/hottie.jpg" border="0" /&gt; She spends a lot of time checking herself out in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/girl%20talk.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The other night she started talking to mom about love!! Cola who hates mom's romancing, talking with her about love!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/growin%20up%20soon.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I casually changed the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/kissing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But then, when watching TV Cola started talking about kissing.  I am really surprised.  Well it's better than her being all mopey and angry and stuff.  I think we are kind of starting to settle in in Prosperity Hills.&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&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/ummm%20excuse%20me.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh gross!  Cherry is attracted to, herself!!!  That's weird, even for a romance sim!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next up, Jasmine, Cola and Sprite move in to Sim State!!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-114636436014196046?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/114636436014196046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=114636436014196046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114636436014196046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114636436014196046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/04/beverages-settled.html' title='The Beverages: Settled??'/><author><name>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-114549867088501647</id><published>2006-04-28T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T16:27:14.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Johnson's: A Happy Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/flower%20arangements.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/flower%20arangements.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK, the Johnson's have been a little bit boring, but here they are anyways.  The pic above is all the flower arangements Marisa has made, she has a gold badge.  Maybe she will start a flower shop, not for a while though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told from Marisa's point of view for 3 days: Hello! Here's what's been happening...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/portrait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Beth finished her painting of me! She is such a sweet girl, not like a daughter but more like a close friend or sister or something.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/more%20good%20marks.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She's perfect, good grades, paints, helps around the house and makes friends! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/cleaning%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I spend my down time cleaning the house. James doesn't have the time and I fear that if Beth takes on anything else she will break down.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/cleaning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So, I get to do all the dirty jobs!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/cleaning%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*sigh*&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/pregnant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And, yep morning sickness! Another kid! I am definately not a family sim. I would much rather work than raise kids but it's too late now!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/report%20card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;To try to cheer me up after I figured out I was pregnant, Beth showed me her grades (how thoughtful??).&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/loves%20arie.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(note from the queenofsimtopia: Beth is so my favourite sim!  Isn't this pic the cutest!)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/helpin%20out.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Beth loves Arie and is a lot of help.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/feeding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I can't imagine how I would get on without her!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/arie%20becomes%20a%20toddler.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Beth did the honours at Arie's 2nd birthday.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/toddler%20arie.jpg" border="0" /&gt; (note from the queenofsimtopia: AHHH, that nose will be the death of me, where is my plastic surgery kit?)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/angry.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Arie is quite the little handful!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/smart.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Though thanks to smart milk, she learns very fast.&lt;br /&gt;(note from the queenofsimtopia: I have no idea why, but some of the pics are smaller than others, the picture setting is on medium, but it obviously is a little bit screwed up, oh well!) &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/arie%27s%20first%20words.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; James taught Arie her first word, teddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/smart%20milk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;James loves the smart milk, he even admits to dreaming about it.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/potty%20training.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Once again, Beth comes to the rescue and potty trains the rug rat.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/how%20cute%2001.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;AWWWWW (note from the queenofsimtopia: notice how there are no pics of Marisa with Arie, she seriously did nothing.  Beth did everything except for talking which her dad took over)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/URggyy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Sometimes I regret my pregnancies.  If I want to become a Criminal Mastermind I will need to devote lots of time to my career, not my kids! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/how%20cute.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; (note from the queenofsimtopia: This family is so lovey dovey it sickens me!  Except for Beth of course...)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt; With his continuous job promotions, James spends lots of time making friends.  I wish I was at my job right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;RANDOM PIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3736/1869/320/not%20bad%20looking.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OOOO, not a bad looking guy (I sense a future spouse!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I have two more entries on the way, I play faster than I type.  Be prepared for my least favorite family, THE BEVERAGES, next time in Prosperity Hills ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Does anyone know how to take a pic in the neighborhood screen showing, the family and the house.  Sorry if that's not specific enough...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-114549867088501647?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/114549867088501647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=114549867088501647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114549867088501647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114549867088501647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/04/johnsons-happy-family.html' title='The Johnson&apos;s: A Happy Family'/><author><name>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-114610501637177279</id><published>2006-04-26T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T19:30:28.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=queenofsimtopia" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Free Hit Counters" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=queenofsimtopia&amp;s=blgrv" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=queenofsimtopia&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/step2.php" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Site Counter&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-114610501637177279?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/114610501637177279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=114610501637177279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114610501637177279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114610501637177279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/04/site-counter.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-114506755022737468</id><published>2006-04-19T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T19:03:51.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of Week 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/Johnsen%20Week%201.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/Johnsen%20Week%201.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Johnson Household after week 1. Occupants: James, Marisa, Beth and Arie. Here are Beth and Marisa's stats: Beth Johnson: family sim, lifetime want is to marry off 6 children, turned on by blond hair and fitness, turned off by fatness. Marisa Bendett (now Johnson): wealth sim, lifetime want is to become a criminal mastermind, turned on by fitness and vampirism, turned off by glasses, 4,7,8,3,3, gemini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/Disney%20house%20week%201.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/Disney%20house%20week%201.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Disney Household after week 1. Occupants: John, Nala, Jasmine (college but not yet in dorm), Donald, Lilo, and Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/curtis%20house%20week%201.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/curtis%20house%20week%201.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Curtis Household after week 1. Occupants: Tia, Hunter and Marshal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beverage Household after week 1, OK I seriously tried to get a picture, but it never showed up in my neighborhood folder so, well, there is no pic. Occupants: Cherry, Cola, Sprite and Sodapop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sims in Game: 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House with 3 Generation: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Net worth (100,000): 0&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 Career: 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 Performance: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignored Chance Card: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child Taken by Social Worker: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orb: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summa Cum Laude: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Sim on Campus: 0                                           TOTAL: 15 pts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF ANYONE CAN TELL ME HOW TO TAKE A PIC SHOWING THE FAMILY SCREEN (when you click on a house the family photo comes up in a bubble thing)  I WILL BE VERY GREATFUL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-114506755022737468?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/114506755022737468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=114506755022737468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114506755022737468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114506755022737468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/04/end-of-week-1.html' title='The End of Week 1'/><author><name>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-114488795980480163</id><published>2006-04-14T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T12:30:27.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Disney Family: Nala's Scheme</title><content type='html'>Once again, I will start out with one of my glitches. After washing some dishes the sink is permanently bubbling!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/glitchy%20sink.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/glitchy%20sink.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyway, told from Nala's point of view for 4 days: Hi everybody who is dumb enough to be listening to this. After listening to my husband you guys must be really pathetic to come back for more. Well, here it is...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/off%20to%20colledge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;To start off, Jasmine left us for college, Sim State actually. A respectable college, though definately not the one I went to! (note: Nala didn't actually go to college but for storyline purposes she 'did'). Anyway, she didn't even look back, not that I blame her. I was disappointed when Jasmine ended up being a popularity obsessed person, but she still loves science and hates messes. Our family and current house are a mess so it makes sense that she would be eager to leave.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/jail%20cell.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I have made an effort to be more open with John.  Life is not the way I want it right now so I decided to discuss my feelings with John.  I said that I feel like I am living in a cage.  He seemed to understand and thank goodness is trying to be less of a "family guy".&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/uh%20oh.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/3736/1869/320/nuther%20uh%20oh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(note from the queenofsimtopia: John has 2 or 3 lightning bolts for Tia Curtis, and multiple neighbours appear to be interested in John. Good thing Nala didn't know...)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/poor%20dollhouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Poor Lilo had her doll house crushed. We never caught the culprit but Lilo got over it quite quickly, she's growing up so fast.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/lovin%20eachother.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/3736/1869/320/kids%20flee.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;John and I have been getting a little more intimate (note from the queenofsimtopia: I laughed watching the children flee in the background!!!)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/havin%20fun.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I suppose I do love him...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/mr.%20maid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He's a real Mr. Maid anyway.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/mr.%20restocker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And he has started waking up early to set up the shop as I told him I didn't have time or interest to spend working the shop.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/look%20away%20donald.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Whoops! I didn't quite realize Donald was there.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/pettin%20a%20brick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I am quite proud of Donald's accomplishments and interest in logical studies.  Lilo is not quite up to standards and chooses to spend long hours playing in her pajamas.  Something will have to be done...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/not%20a%20funny%20joke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I began to get sick.  Something told me I was pregnant.  I refused to believe it, what a sick joke!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/new%20phone%20bill.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Since Jazzy's left, Lilo appears to be making an effort to keep our phone bill up.  &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/pregnant%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My assumptions were correct and I ended up being pregnant.  John and Lilo are very exited, Donald seems to not care, Jasmine is indifferent and I am devestated.  I hate pregnancy!  It is so unstructured.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/nightly%20wanderer.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I have to get up at all hours to relieve my bladder or fill my stomach.  I hate it!  I wish that John would get himself pregnant instead of me so he could experience the "wonders of pregnancy"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/geez.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Ha ha ha!  I love watching John get the cash register in the gut!  Now he knows why I hate his little shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/boomin%20business.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/boomin%20business.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because I was on maternity leave I pitched in now and again as we gained more and more customers.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/long%20lines.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Business truely is booming and John appears to be quite happy.  I enjoy seeing him get flustered every once and a while, proves he is human.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/angry%20customer.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We had a misshap at the shop, long lines caused a girl to leave and throw her bags about.  John is talking about employing the kids as cashiers!!!  I refuse to let him do any such thing.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/huggin%20marsha.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Donald gets along well with a girl named Marsha.  I don't think any harm will come from their relationship.  He continues to keep good grades even with the distraction.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/mom%20and%20lilo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I have also began teaching Lilo how to study properly.  We are making progress though Lilo absolutely hates the work.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/punchin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I caught Lilo and her friend Chloe playing a horrific game.  I put a stop to it immediately.  Who seriously plays Punch -u - punch - me???&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/neighbors%20watch%20donald.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My kids are growing up!!  Here's Donald, with a whole pile of neighbours.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/growin%20up%20donald.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ahem, lets just say John picked out Donald's clothes!  Donald Disney: knowledge sim, lifetime want is to become a mad scientist, turned on by make-up and formal, turned off by fatness.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/growin%20up%20lilo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now for little Lilo who is of course in her pyjamas!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/surprised%20neighbour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(note from the queenofsimtopia: Doesn't the neighbour girl look surprised!  Probably because lilo is in her PJs.)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/feelin%20herself.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Lilo Disney: wealth sim, lifetime want is to own 5 top level businesses!!!! AAAHHH, turned on by fitness and formal, turned off by fatness.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/sister%20gone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lilo misses her sister a lot.  But she told me she doesn't want to go to college with her.  She actually doesn't want to go at all!  I know that John has something to do with her rebellious nature!!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/lil%20miss%20punk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look at what she did!  The other day she came home with a mohawk, black lipstick and this punk outfit!  I am embaressed to admit she is my child!  She refuses to listen to me and do something about her appearence.  She likes looking like a punk!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/kids%20are%20scared.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I went into labour before school one morning.  John was in the shower and didn't even hear the racket.  The poor kids nearly passed out!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/meet%20Jane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Meet Jane Disney!  &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/loves%20little%20Jane.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I have a plan!  John will want to ruin little Jane and make her a complete failure in life, but I won't let him!  I will raise Jane with the understanding of how science, technology and logic have achieved so much in our world.  I will finally have a daughter to be proud of!!!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/new%20house.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Oh, and here is the new house.  We now have bedrooms (and only 18 simeleons, no exaggeration!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;FUNNY PIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/angry%20at%20tv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/angry%20at%20tv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Boy Donald!  I know you have a dagger on your shirt and everything, but don't take it out on the TV!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Important events: Jasmine goes to college, Donald and Lilo become teens, Jane is born.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In case you are wondering John is from Pocahontas, Nala is from the Lion King, Donald is from Mickey Mouse, Lilo is form Lilo and Stitch, and Jane is from Tarzaan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-114488795980480163?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/114488795980480163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=114488795980480163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114488795980480163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114488795980480163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/04/disney-family-nalas-scheme.html' title='The Disney Family: Nala&apos;s Scheme'/><author><name>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-114428049071812864</id><published>2006-04-10T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T16:42:44.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curtis Family: Life as a Pleasure Sim (with twins)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/naked!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/naked%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before I get started, here is another thing that happened after I loaded Open for Business. Hunter (or Marshal?) had been taking a shower last time when I quit. Well... that's what sims look like naked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, told from Tia's point of view for 4 days: Hello everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/thank%20goodness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/thank%20goodness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A typical rush! I forgot that I needed to call a nanny, bad parenting I suppose, so she arrived just minutes before my carpool left. Thank God I didn't miss it!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/road%20homework.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The boys are very well behaved when I am gone. They do their homework...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/chess.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; and play a lot of chess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/watching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/watching.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The nanny is quite capable of providing for the boys. She is very observant, and keeps an eye on them at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/wow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/wow.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/3736/1869/320/score%20nanny.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She is also very good at cleaning up after herself (note form thequeenofsimtopia: Seriously, every time she pees she cleans the toilet after!)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/score%20again%20nanny.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She is also very good at remembering to feed the boys.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/bad%20nanny.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Though sometimes her cooking is not top standards!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/nap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She always come in and reminds me to go to work. I should fire her for being such a nusiance! I am responsible enough to get to work on time! But I suppose she is quite reliable for an old granny.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/dancing%20with%20mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I do take brakes to enjoy myself (often). I am a pleasure sim!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/baby%21.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;How did this pic get in here????&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/show%20off.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I found out from the nanny, that one day when I was at work, Hunter invited Beth over. He's such a show off!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/engagement.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I don't quite know what to think, but the boy is quite keen on this Beth girl. I can't really complain seeing as how I love to date, but he's a little bit young to be talking about engagement!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/aliens.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/tryin%20to%20look%20cool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/tryin%20to%20look%20cool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's obvious he is trying to impress her, talking about things he knows little about.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/nanny%20babysitter.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At least I know that everything will be fine with the nanny there.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/son%20and%20work.jpg" border="0" /&gt; When I got home I told Hunter that it was far past time for Beth to leave. It was time that he spent some time playing chess, like his admirable brother Marshal.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/huggin%20beth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A hug!?!?!?&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/chessy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I joined little Marshal. I am not ashamed to admit that he beat me! OK, maybe I am, a little...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/eating%20the%20pie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Meanwhile, Hunter ate pie! Yes, pie! Well, it's obvious which child will be more successful as an adult...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/Date%20%236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I have been keeping up with the dating scene...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/Date%20%237.0.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/3736/1869/320/Date%20%238.0.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/3736/1869/320/Date%20%239.0.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/3736/1869/320/Date%20%2310.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/3736/1869/320/date%20%2311.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/3736/1869/320/Date%20%2312.0.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/3736/1869/320/poor%20Remington.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; (note from the queenofsimtopia: Poor Remington, sorry but Tia really wanted to pull a prank on someone! As a gay maid you were the perfect candidate)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/Date%20%2313.0.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/3736/1869/320/Date%20%2314.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/3736/1869/320/Date%20%2315.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/3736/1869/320/Date%20%2316.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/3736/1869/320/Date%20%2317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I wasn't too happy when the Matchmaker set me up with an old Headmaster guy.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/gypsy%20prank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So, I influenced her to prank him... (note form thequeenofsimtopia: sorry I didn't get a picture of the prank. I was a little bit late...)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/Date%20%2318.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/3736/1869/320/Date%20%2320.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/3736/1869/320/date%20%2321.0.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/3736/1869/320/Date%20%2322.0.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/3736/1869/320/Date%20%2323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;An old repariman!!!!!!!!!!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/Date%20%2324.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/3736/1869/320/Date%20%2325.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/3736/1869/320/bad%20card.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I am sorry to say that I didn't exactly get along with some of the guys (cough Remington, cough cough)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/love%20letter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;One day... yes I got a love letter! But I am not saying from who!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/gift.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Benjamen is another sweet guy (not the guy who wrote the love letter though). One night he dropped off a pretty plant on our doorstep. Maybe I should see him more often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/joe.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I must admit I have been getting along quite well with Joe. He is such a cutie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/Stop%20you%20stalker.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I have noticed we all dream a lot at night time. Hunter dreams about Beth...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/benjamen.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I dream about Benjamen (and Joe!)...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/jail.jpg" border="0" /&gt; and jail!!!....&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/moving%20what%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Marshal tends to dream about moving out! Not for a while mister...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;FUNNY PICS&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/3736/1869/320/meet%20people.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is one of Tia's phone conversations with Joe. Tia: " I like meeting new people..." OK that was a little bit week Tia.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/want%20babies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tia: "I want to have a baby!"  OMG Tia,  WHAT ARE YOU DOING????&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/dates%20thoughts.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Tia "I like going on dates..."  Well, I swear that there is no question why her husband left her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/pretty%20girl.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been scoping the sims that walk by.  She's not bad... Maybe she will be useful later...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Important Events: Tia reached 1st Date #20!!!  She has actually been on way more but the dumb matchmaker keeps sending her the same guys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-114428049071812864?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/114428049071812864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=114428049071812864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114428049071812864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114428049071812864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/04/curtis-family-life-as-pleasure-sim.html' title='The Curtis Family: Life as a Pleasure Sim (with twins)'/><author><name>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-114392975517130919</id><published>2006-04-01T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T14:15:55.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beverages: Cola's Never Ending Frustration</title><content type='html'>To start off I want to show you guys this funny glitch.  After I loaded Open for Business, everybody stops what they are doing.  If they are at work they come home and get in trouble for 'missing' work, same at school.  The carpool was just stopping to pick up Cherry where we stopped last time.  Well after loading the game, the driver got out of the car and it drove away.  Then another car came, and imediately drove away.  Here is the other car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/glitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/glitch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the pic of the other car driver, she basically just walked off the screen:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/more%20glitch.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Anyway, Told from Cola's point of view for 4 days:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/ugh.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mom has been at it again!  She thinks I don't notice that the bed sheets are all rumple!  Oh, she is SO clueless.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/wohoo%201%20benjamen%20long.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/3736/1869/320/wohoo%202%20amin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe mom would go through this again!  What if she gets pregnant!  But, no, she thinks of no one but herself.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/ugly%20uniform.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; At least she looks unhappy that she has to wear such an ugly uniform to work! Hehe...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/sleepin.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Mom seriously leaves us from like 10 pm to 3 am all alone!  Soda gets so scared, and Sprite spends hours that she could be studying, getting him to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/boyfriend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/boyfriend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom doesn't even notice that I have a boyfriend.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/loves%20orlando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We have had our first kiss and everything!  It kind of embarasses me to invite Orlando over because I never know how clean our house is, or if there will be a guy over or something.  Not to mention that mom might walk out in her underwear!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/love%20chatting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;All she does is flirt and talk about love with guys, while she is wearing a lacy nightgown!  It sickens me how desperate mom is.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/beautiful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I wish Mom was ugly.  She even looks good in her new uniform!  If she wasn't so pretty, it would be a lot harder for her to have so many boyfriends hanging around.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/hunter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At least Soda has started to make friends.  He is quite close to that Hunter Curtis kid.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/aliens.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Sprite won't listen to me.  It doesn't bug her that mom is a SLUT.  I overheard her on the phone last night, talking about how she lives with a bunch of aliens (including me!)!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/soda%20a%20teen.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;No body but a freaky neighbour noticed when Soda grew up.  I was at work, Sprite was on the phone, and Mom, Mom was SLEEPING.  I cannot believe that Soda isn't bitter.&lt;br /&gt; Sodapop Curtis: popularity sim, lifetime want is to become CAPTAIN HERO (just like his sisters!), turned on by underwear and makeup, turned off by facial hair.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/phone.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; See, Sprite won't even look at Mom when she is being stupid.  It's like she won't let herself realize that out Mom is a door knob.  You know what, I can't wait to go to college.  We probably won't be able to afford it.  Oh well, if we can, it will be such a relief to leave these disfunctional losers (aka my family) behind!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUNNY PIC&lt;/strong&gt;&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/3736/1869/320/funny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That neighbour sure is famous for making hilarious faces!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Important Events: Cola reached the top of the teen athletic career, Cherry had her first two wohoos (1 Benjamen Long, 2 Amin Somehtingorother), Sodapop grew up into a teen.&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/22810724-114392975517130919?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/114392975517130919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=114392975517130919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114392975517130919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114392975517130919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/04/beverages-colas-never-ending.html' title='The Beverages: Cola&apos;s Never Ending Frustration'/><author><name>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-114386607698847665</id><published>2006-03-31T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T14:17:48.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Johnsen's: Big Changes</title><content type='html'>Told from Beth's point of view for 4 days: Well, It's my turn to fill you all in on what's happening here so, here it is...&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/love.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/love.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad's been spending a lot of time with Marisa. He always gets dressed up and orders Chinese Take-Out and stuff. It kind of sicked me out watching it.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/the%20date.1.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/3736/1869/320/oooo.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Really! Is it necessary to slow dance on the street! What if the neighbours saw them?&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/marriage.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I had met Marisa and Dad had prepared me, but it still came as a shock when they got married in the yard.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/married%21.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I am very happy for Dad, Marisa is great. (note from the queenofsimtopia: through the whole wedding ceremony Beth, who was watching, was crying and whining because she was so tired. It was kind of amusing, it made her seem that she was so opposed to them getting married.)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/house.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Marisa brought 14 000 dollars, and Dad imediately began to remodel the house.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/new%20house.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; It is kind of bare, but it is way better than it was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/beth%27s%20room.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; There's my room! (note from the queenofsimtopia: I spent half of the family's money on Beth's room! Stupid, but it was fun making it so cute, a mixture of the Storybook theme in Open for Business, and my downloads.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/going%20to%20work.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/dollhouse.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/dollhouse.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I loved my dollhouse. Dad insisted that I take a break from painting sometimes to have a little bit of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/going%20to%20work.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/going%20to%20work.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad and Marisa share a carpool. We all leave at the same time so it can get pretty hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/flowers.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Marisa bought a flower arranging station. She spends hours there! I love painting and I guess Marisa loves flower arranging (Marisa has a silver flower arranging badge and a silver sales badge).&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/talkin.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I loved to talk to Marisa. I miss having a girl to talk to. Marisa isn't my mother, but she is the next best thing.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/sick.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Marisa started getting sick, I was scared but Dad seemed happy...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/nightmere.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She also started having nightmeres. Dad told me not to worry, but my room is right next to theirs so I could hear her cry out in the night.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/happy%20together.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I turned out Marisa was pregnant! I have kind of fallen into the habit of calling her Mom. I don't know, I feel kind of guilty, but we have become really close...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/pregnant%20at%20birthday.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Isn't Mom huge!?! She got out of bed to come to my birthday. I told her not to, but she did anyway.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/Beth%20grows%20up.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I'm a teen!&lt;br /&gt;Beth Johnsen: Family sim, Lifetime want is to marry off 6 children, turned on by Formal wear (I think) and fitness, turned off by stink (I think).&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/teen.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I took my hair out of the braids. I don't know what I think about it, I am still expirementing.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/labour.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I can't believe I missed Mom's labour because I was at school! Dad was at work so he missed it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/Arie.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Meet Arie Johnsen! Isn't she adorable! I can't believe I am a big sister! Well, that's all for now, thank goodness! I am surprised none of us have passed out with stress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;FUNNY PIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3736/1869/320/repairman%20meets%20baby.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Waylon, the repairman ended up being the only one home to help introduce Arie to the world!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry, I will have Marisa's stats, and Beth's proper ones (I was not positive on them) in the next update.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Important Events: Marisa moves in and marries James, Beth becomes a teenager, Arie is born.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-114386607698847665?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/114386607698847665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=114386607698847665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114386607698847665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114386607698847665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/03/johnsens-big-changes.html' title='The Johnsen&apos;s: Big Changes'/><author><name>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-114385306407182913</id><published>2006-03-31T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T16:57:44.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Disney Family: New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/disney%20family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/disney%20family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John (adult male): family sim, lifetime want is to reach golden aniversary, turned on by make-up and black hair, turned off by fatness, capricorn, 7,4,3,6,5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nala (adult female): knowledge sim, lifetime want is to become chief of staff, turned on by fitness and brown hair, turned off by stink, leo, 4,8,4,4,5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine (female teen): popularity sim, lifetime want is to become a general, turned on by cologne and fitness, turned off by makeup (I couldn't resist!), libra, 3,6,3,6,7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donald (male child): scorpio, 5,5,7,3,5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilo (female child): scorpio (URGH, why are twins always the SAME!!!!!) 6,5,6,4,4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History: Nala married John at the age of 17, believing that this was to be her true love, their chemistry was good and they had a great time together... for a while!  17 years, and three children later, Nala finds herself in a relationship that she wants to escape!  Angry with John for losing his job, Nala convinces him to take the family, away, to start over.  Donald and Lilo are indifferent about the moving, but Jasmine is furious.  Will the family stop their feuding and join together as one???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told from John's point of view for 3 days: Helloooo everybody!  John Disney here! Life in Prosperity Hills is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/outside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/outside.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/3736/1869/320/inside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The house isn't much, but the close proximity is going to help us grow together as a family!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/toy%20thing.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I am so happy!  I found a new calling.  Obviously my previous job, as Senior Officer in the Military was not for me, or I wouldn't have got fired! Right?  Anyway, I love toymaking!  The thought of making hundreds of little kids happy really makes me feel great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/carpool.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/carpool.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know why Nala still insisted on getting a job, though.  I am sure the toy shop will make enough money to build us our dream home (eventually)!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/pet%20bricks.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Donald and Lilo love the toy bricks I made for them!  Aren't they so cute?&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/learning%20form%20daddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That Donald's gonna be a real smart one, like his father!  It took me no time to teach him the basics of studying, Lilo on the other hand is hopeless! Ah, girls will be girls I guess.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/ugh%20teen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;If Jasmines any example!  All that girl does is talk on the phone to her old friends. I tried to get her to invite some other kids over, but she wouldn't hear of it! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/schoolwork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The kids are quite obediant and do their homework every night without fail.  I suppose if they didn't their mother would blow!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/cashier.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Nala is such a great wife!  Look at her running that cashier!  She's not the best one for the job, but it's the effort that counts!  Well, that's all for now!  Maybe next time you see me the Toyshop will be booming! (note from thequeenofsimtopia: I love how oblivious John is!  It is so much fun writing from his point of view!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUNNY PIC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/3736/1869/320/slow%2C%20angry.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Look at that customers face!  I know Nala's bad, but really!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-114385306407182913?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/114385306407182913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=114385306407182913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114385306407182913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114385306407182913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/03/disney-family-new-beginnings.html' title='The Disney Family: New Beginnings'/><author><name>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-114264040850341557</id><published>2006-03-17T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T19:01:40.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curtis Family: New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/Curtis%20family.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/Curtis%20family.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tia (adult): pleasure sim, lifetime want is to go on 50 1st dates, turned on by facial hair, black hair, turned off by glasses, aquarias, 4,5,4,6,6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter: (black tux): pisces, 5,4,6,3,7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshal (white tux): cancer, 6,4,5,4,6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History: After the divorce Tia decided to basically run away from the embarassment, she found herself in Prosperity Hills. Being a pleasure sim, used to enjoying the luxuries of life, how will Tia raise her boys, find love again, get a job and prepare herself for living in a shack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told from Tia's point of view for 3 days: Hello, I am Tia Curtis. It is my job to describe to you our life here until my boys are old enough to take over. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/house.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/3736/1869/320/inside%20of%20house.8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our house is not much, and as I am so busy raising the boys I do not have a job, there is little chance we will be upgrading the house soon.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/teaching.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I immediately began teaching the boys life basics.  It is certainly not fun, but somebody has to do it.  How could David leave me???  Isn't that manly, get married realize your wife is pregnant with twins, and drop her!  Urgh!  I am sorry, I sometimes need to vent my frustrations and this journal is the best place.  Better I take it out here than on the boys.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/sleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I do love them! Even if they are constant reminders of their father.  Life was fine until...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/fire%21.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The stove caught on fire! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/urgh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I broke down.  I am very ashamed that the boys had to see their mother in such a state, but with all the stress, of moving raising twins and having a fire I recieved a visit from the psychologist (note from the queenofsimtopia: Urgh!  -1 point all ready!).&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/entertaining.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The boys took to entertaining themselves as I tried to grasp and deal with my situation.In order to repair my mental state, I did what I do best, go on dates.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/date%20%232.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/3736/1869/320/date%20%231.jpg" border="0" /&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/3736/1869/320/date%20%234.0.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/3736/1869/320/date%20%235.0.jpg" border="0" /&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/3736/1869/320/date%20%233.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; (note from the queenofsimtopia: I kind of cheated, not really but I just paid the Matchmaker 5 simleons 5 times.  It made Tia happy, and got her closer to her lifetime want.  I feel guilty now, but what else was I supposed to do?)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/growing%20up.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Time sped by, I got over my mental break-down, the boys learned all their essential life skills (which was no easy feat), and it came time for them to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/Marshal.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Hunter (or is it Marshal, I can never tell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/Hunter.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marshal (I think). There, you are caught up with the recent events in our lives.  More later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(note from the queenofsimtopia: Whew... that was fun, not!  Anyway, Tia was obviously ecstatic that the boys were growing up and so was I!  Hope to update agian later!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-114264040850341557?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/114264040850341557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=114264040850341557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114264040850341557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114264040850341557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/03/curtis-family-new-beginnings.html' title='The Curtis Family: New Beginnings'/><author><name>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-114088420468138786</id><published>2006-03-01T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T16:38:09.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beverage Family: New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/Beverage%20family.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/Beverage%20family.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cherry: (adult red head), romance sim, lifetime want is to woohoo with 20 different sims, turned on by fitness and brunettes, turned off by stink, capricorn, 7,4,2,6,6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cola (teen in red dress): popularity sim, lifetime want is to become captain hero, turned on by fitness and formal wear, turned off by fatness, tauras, 6,5,3,6,5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprite (teen in pink skirt): family sim, lifetime want is to become captain hero (URGH the same as her twins!), turned on by fitness and formal wear, turned off by vampirism, aries, 5,6,5,4,5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sodapop (only boy): gemini, 4,6,7,3,5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History: Cherry, being a romance sim, has woohooed with more sims than she can count. Cola and Sprites dad is not very close with them and Sodapop's dad is unknown. Cherry decided that maybe her family needed to start over, so she moved them to Prosperity Hills. Unfortunately, Cherry is just more intersted in woohooeing. Cola and Sprite are fretting about being able to go to college, they are sick of Cherry's numerous lovers. Soda isn't very ambitous and is just trying to enjoy childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told from Cherry's view for 3 days: Hi I'm Cherry. Recently I moved my family to Prosperity Hills. Here is a little bit of what's happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/outside%20of%20house.0.jpg" border="0" /&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/3736/1869/320/inside%20of%20house.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The house is a mere shack and half our possesions are on the lawn, but we will live. I fell pretty guilty about moving the kids out here, but I needed it. To many broken hearted lovers back where we came from. It was time to start over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/painting.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And start over we did! The first thing Cola did when we arrived was paint! I was very surprised. My Cola, painting???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/getting%20a%20job.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what I found myself doing as soon as we got here? Finding a job!! I know I am kind of lazy and all so it was really funny for me to get a job first thing. I guess, I knew that there were bound to be some guys at the place I worked... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/loves%20her%20brother.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sprite just played with her brother. At least someone was normal!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/soda%20studying.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;But then... Soda began to study! In all my life I have never seen Soda studying. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/studying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cola studied too. Maybe she coaxed him into it.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/working%20out.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;When Sprite began to work out I was seriously worried. She just said that "fit" was the new way to be so she was going to try it out. Since when does Sprite care about trends?????&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/chess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I expected her to take advantage of the new chess table. Sprite loves chess. I personally wouldn't be caught dead playing such an old man game, but if it makes Sprite happy, whatever.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/lazy%20gets%20active.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;To top the day off, Cola began to work out! Lazy Cola, working out. She hates all physical exercise (kinda like me...). She said she needed it for her job. Job??? Apparently Cola and Sprite both have jobs. Well, I never...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/making%20friends.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We began to act a little bit more normal after that. We started making friends with the neighbors. I met this great guy named Benjamen Long. I know I came here to start over, but well... I just couldn't help myself. I soon found myself in a relationship with Benjamen.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/meeting%20the%20disneys.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cola talked to Nala Disney for quite some time. I thought it was a little bit weird, her talking to someone so much older than her, but I let it go.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/first%20day%20of%20school.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/3736/1869/320/first%20day%20of%20school%2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The kids went off for their first day of school, I have to admit I was kind of bored for a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/a%20hot%20man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/a%20hot%20man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but soon I met James. He too is new to Prosperity Hills, I figured that I had a good chance with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/another%20guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/another%20guy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When he found out I was a romance sim he immediately backed out of the relationship, which kind of peeved me. Who does he think he is to turn me down???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/another%20hot%20man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I met another hot guy though. Amin is pretty cool.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/trying%20to%20cook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Even with my new relationships I was often bored during the school hours. I even tried my hand at cooking. I'm not too bad! My mac and cheese is delicous.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/soda%27s%20boyfriend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I was a little bit worried when Sprite brough home a guy named Ricky. Cola had been talking about him lots, obviously a crush. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/more%20of%20orlando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thankfully Cola bounced back and got a boyfriend, Orlando. He appeared to worship Cola. Well, it's not as if I'm going to tell my daughters they can't have boyfriends!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/the%20boyfriends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;They're not bad looking... Don't worry! I would never take advantage of a teen. But maybe they have dads...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/homework%2001.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Enough of that! Here are the kids doing their homework.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/homework.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My girls found their work quite challenging, so they worked together. How cute!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/kissin.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/cherry"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/cherry%27s%20first%20love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Ben (Benjamen) have hit it off quite well. I know I came her to change but...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/social%20butrerfly.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Look at Sprite! She is always on the phone. I would have expected it from Cola, but she's so busy studying now that I guess Sprite took over killing the phone bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/the%20carpool%2001.jpg" border="0" /&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/3736/1869/320/the%20carpool%2002.jpg" border="0" /&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/3736/1869/320/the%20carpool%2003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, all three of us have jobs. I mentioned that before but, whatever. Anyway, that's all for now. Hopefully I'll have some juicy gossip to dish out to you later. Ta ta. (note from thequeenofsimtopia: Cherry is a slacker, Sprite is into politics or was it buisness? Cola is in Athletics. I realize these first few entries have been quite long, the next ones will be shorter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUNNY PIC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cherry says good-bye to her daughters boyfriends... in her nightgown!  What will the girls have to say?  (Whose mom, does that anyway???)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/see%20ya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-114088420468138786?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/114088420468138786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=114088420468138786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114088420468138786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114088420468138786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/03/beverage-family-new-beginnings.html' title='Beverage Family: New Beginnings'/><author><name>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-114083666346257984</id><published>2006-02-24T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T19:04:23.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="{padding: 5px; border: solid 1px #0000aa;}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://lornaly.com/webring"&gt;Sims 2 Bloggers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ringsurf.com/netring?ring=sims2bloggers;action=addform"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ringsurf.com/netring?ring=sims2bloggers;action=list"&gt;List&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ringsurf.com/netring?ring=sims2bloggers;id=81;action=prev"&gt;Previous&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ringsurf.com/netring?ring=sims2bloggers;id=81;action=next"&gt;Next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=right&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ringsurf.com/"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;Powered by RingSurf&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-114083666346257984?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/114083666346257984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=114083666346257984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114083666346257984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114083666346257984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/02/sims-2-bloggers-join-list-previous_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22810724.post-114057379753643503</id><published>2006-02-21T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T18:03:17.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prosperity Families Johnsen: New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>I recently started the prosperity challenge. I will change character views of who is telling the story. We will start off with my first family, the Johnsens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/Johnsen%20family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;James Johnsen: popularity sim, lifetime want is to become mayor, aquaries, 5,4,4,6,6, turned on by blonds and make-up, turned off by facial hair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Elizabeth (Beth) Johnsen: Capricorn, 6,5,2,66.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;History: James and Beth have been living with Beth's grandparents.  James didn't like it so decided to try life in Prosperity Hills.  Beth's mom Sara had died a year before.  They had both been devestated but are starting to get over it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From James' point of view, three days: Ever since Sara died I have been looking for a new life for me and little Beth. I think I might have found it here in Prosperity Hills.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/new%20home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/3736/1869/320/new%20home%2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our house isn't much but it soon will be. I hate making Beth live on the lawn but I didn't have much choice. We had already been living with her grandparents for a year so I figured it was time to start over our lives. I do miss Sara and I know Beth does but we will get over it.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/beth%20painting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we move in Beth began to paint. She has always loved painting and so far I think she is intersted in becoming an artist. You know how it is as a kid though, tomorrow she will probably want to be an astronaut or something.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/finding%20a%20job.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I got a job. It hurt me to see Beth living on the lawn, although she said she doesn't mind. I don't believe her. I really was looking for the political career so when I found it I was very exited. Unfortunately I had a couple days before work started.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/relaxing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time seemed to creep by when Beth was at school. I found myself quite bored. (note from queenofsimtopia: when James got his job he had 3 days off! I was quite ticked and found myself getting a little bored too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/working%20on%20novel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then I got an idea. I would write a novel! It couldn't be too hard... Boy was I wrong! You have to put a lot of work into it. I haven't finished yet, and probably won't for a LONG time.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/loves%20his%20girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad when Elizabeth came home from school each day. I could tell she wanted to paint, but she put up with me.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/hey%20sweetheart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth seemed to notice that I was lonely and would often give me kisses. She is such a perfect daughter! And very smart.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/beth%20and%20homework.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is quite a quick learner and was soon getting amazing grades in school. She must have inherited that from her mother... I wish I could get her into Private School, but I am not much of a cook and I just don't think we have enough money on hand.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/james%20and%20marissa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a beautiful girl walked by. Her name was Marissa. I have always been attracted to blondes. My first wife, Sara was a blond. I didn't know what to think. I had tried dating after Sara died but most women don't like the fact that I am poor and come with a little girl. I decided not to tell Marissa. That was probably not a good idea. But Elizabeth was at school so I figured that Marissa didn't need to know just yet.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/320/kicky%20bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time with Marissa. She was a lot of fun. Marissa ended up staying over longer than I expected, but Beth came home from school and just painted and did her homework before duitifully going to bed. I felt so guilty. I couldn't have a relationship with a women that I couldn't introduce to Beth. We would just be friends.  Marissa wanted to be more.  I finally told her.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Well of course you have a daughter, I saw her come home didn't I?"  was what Marissa said when I told her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Well.. yah I guess.  That doesn't bug you??" I was stunned, she had known the whole time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Of course it doesn't bug me!" Marissa replied.  And then I kissed her.&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/3736/1869/320/kissing%20marissa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22810724-114057379753643503?l=prosperityhills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/feeds/114057379753643503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22810724&amp;postID=114057379753643503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114057379753643503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22810724/posts/default/114057379753643503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperityhills.blogspot.com/2006/02/prosperity-families-johnsen-new.html' title='Prosperity Families Johnsen: New Beginnings'/><author><name>Lynnaea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3736/1869/1600/avater%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
