Hey, thanks for the comments, Everyone. LOL.. Crissy, you're a bad girl!
Well, here is another segment from Simselvania.
The first novel Jilly decided to do after publishing her non-fiction novel
was a comical one. Once it was done, it became a best-seller almost
immediately and she couldn't have been more proud. It also allowed
her to complete her deal with Mr. Ivanhof to achieve higher royalty payments.
While we are on the subject of accomplishments, I finally reached my
sixth cooking skill point, which in turn, allowed me to cook something
besides hot dogs on the grill. Oh how I longed for a real stove and a
bookshelf loaded with recipe books, but the ability to cook hamburgers
was definitely better than nothing!
Have I mentioned that the completion of Jill's first non-fiction novel rewarded us with yet another wonderful thing?
We were actually able to purchase an easel, so the one lucky sim could also become 'the artist', with the exception
of the gardener and the fisherman because they already have enough to do and we can ill-afford to lose the to the
wonderful world of painted canvasses and all that good jazz. The first one who autonomously reaches the easel
wins the prize. Guess who that was?
I barely reached the easel first with Mae and Jill hot on my heels. Neither of them looked very happy, but I was
ecstatic as I started painting and began working my way toward that first painting-skill point.
This is Mae's, "Well, I hardly thing this seems fair!" face:
This is Jill's, "Well isn't this just a fine kettle of fish!" face:
I could hear them both sigh loudly behind me as I painted my way to and then beyond that first skill point.
This is my very first painting almost finished. It sold for a whopping two simoleans!
Slightly miffed, but not disheartened by the fiasco of not being the first to reach the easel, Jill threw herself into
her writing. This time, she decided to try her hand at a science-fiction novel called 'Hobos in Space'. Jill planned
to show me must how much more cash she could bring in with her novels than I could with my 'lousy' paintings!
Meanwhile, Holley received an opportunity to convince Mr. Simovitch (I've forgotten his first name) that technology
is a good thing. After going to his house because she had received word he was at home, she finally tracked him
down at the pool. She successfully changed his way of thinking and then decided to take a dip, since she was already at the pool.
Sue had to go downtown to complete an opportunity as well (too bad I've forgotten what it was...lol). She had
almost starved to death while inside the building, so it was a good thing she had thought to bring an apple with her.
The next morning, the usual conversations ensued. Mae had gotten Sawyer's attention, while the two flirty ones,
Lynda and I, were trying to patiently wait our turns to grab the attention of the only male on the lot.
Finally, Lynda won out and the two of them decided to see who could catch the biggest fish.
I decided to venture out into the world and meet some of the neighbors. I happened upon a household which
seemed to have two men living there together alone. The more friendly of the two greeted me at the door.
For some reason, he decided to 'mooch' some food from me.
The really strange part was when I pulled some toast and jam out of nowhere and handed it to him, when I couldn't
do that for myself no matter how close I came to starving to death! He was very grateful and invited me inside.
Seeing as how this guy was begging me for food, I took it as a good opportunity to practice my cooking skills and
decided to make them a nice breakfast. To my surprise, I was told I was behaving inappropriately, and they kicked me out!
They had some nerve telling me I was behaving badly after begging ME for food! So, I kept knocking on their door
and kept being invited in, until finally on the third try, I got the meal prepared and sat down to eat. See the guy
playing the guitar? He is pretty mean-spirited! Every time I tried to lie down in one of their beds for a snooze,
he would kick me out of the house. This has never happened before in another neighbor's home. That's the last
time you'll me cooking for those ungrateful moochers!
Soon, it was time to head out for the warehouse so that eight stinky sims could bathe. Unfortunately, not all of
us made it inside. It seems it was Mae's turn to get stuck in that endless loop of complaining how bad she smelled.
Sawyer ventured out in search of more treasure. Once again, he hit a motherlode!
I went in search of, and found, a more friendly environment in which to sleep. No one was thrilled about it, but
at least the Shallow family let me stay.
I would have been frightened enough to leave on my own if I had seen this guy's expression.
Mae also decided to visit a neighbor in search of a better night's sleep. She headed for the Ivanoff's place.
She 'charmed' them for a bit and then headed straight to the first empty bed she could find. The Ivanhoffs were
not very happy about that, but they didn't chase her off.
There teenage daughter was the most unhappy about it. It must have been her bed!
When I woke from my slumber, I noticed that the Shallows owned quite a nice bar. I could not resist partaking of it.
Mae got kicked to the curb without having any such luck, though. She decided to see if the Ivanhoffs had thrown
anything good away lately.
This is Mae's "Oh God, please tell me that no one is looking!" face:
Jill through herself into working on her new sci-fi novel. She worked diligently and then sat back and sighed when
it was finished and sent off the publisher.
She could scarcely believe her eyes when she read the review:
Jo was thrilled to finally be able to do something more than just feed the family when she finally had enough produce to
sell at the supemarket. She gasped in surprise and awe when she received $709 for her goods!
Her eyes open even wider in delight when she spotted the picnic that someone had laid out on one of the tables.
Of all the things she could have gotten from it... she chose a hot dog!
I'm happy and proud to announce that along with my third painting skill, came my greatest masterpiece to date.
Isn't she lovely? I was disappointed that it only brought in 38 simoleans. If I had a wall to hang it on, I would
have kept it myself! Hehe...
Everyone was getting a bit 'ripe' again, so we headed for the soup kitchen/warehouse again. Poor Sawyer was
not one of the first to reach the bathroom and he was none too happy about it!
Sawyer: "Ladies PLEASE hurry up! I gotta go!"
While Jill and Holley enjoyed some cereal, and I took a nap, Sue had come up with a bright idea.
Sue has the trait of being a computer whiz, but I'm thinking not so much because this what happened when she
to overclock the shelter's computer...lol:
Holley had been sleeping peacefully when she heard her name being called.
Of course, she had to fix what Sue had broken.
Okay, now someone, Mae I think, visited the Grandpas' household and after sleeping a while, she was kicked out.
This old guy, Melvin Taft, followed her home.
Then, he wouldn't leave! I didn't want to waste a command by telling him to leave, so it became sort of an
experiment to see just how long he'd choose to stay...lol.
I didn't take a LOT of pics to show it, but he stayed and stayed and stayed and... well, you get the picture! He
stayed all night and most of the next day. I had tossed some fruit on the ground for the family members, so
maybe he ate some that to sustain himself until he decided to go home.
It seems that EVERYONE wanted to talk to Mr. Taft, although here it seems that Sawyer must have gotten in the
way of Mr. Taft wanting to talk to Mae. Just as I became sick of Melvin Taft hanging around and decided to
command a sim to ask him to leave, he, thankfully, decided it was time to go on his own.
This segment of my little story is almost done, but before I go, I have to tell you of my nearly-reached
accomplishment. As you know, I am the cook, who has also become the artist because of my swiftness
in reaching the easel first. I must show you my fourth painting, which isn't done yet so I don't know how
much it will sell for yet. I am almost finished and I am at the half-way point of reaching my fourth painting
skill point as well. As soon as I get that skill point, we will be allowed to purchase a guitar. The guitarist
has yet to be determined, at least to my pixelated form, but I think my creator knows who will be chosen.
Now I will reveal my masterpiece to you! lol
One last thing I have to show that I found quite funny. Even though she gets just as
smelly as everyone else, I saw this moodlet in Jill's que and it gave me a chuckle! LOL
