Tag: ts2 pictures

cinamun:

Feeling nostalgic… the Sims 2 sims will always be my babies…. Miss the old contest days…

Reblogging because I miss this game.  Sad simmer is sad.  Ain’t nobody got time to re-install tho LOL!

by Cin

Things were going very well for the Joey and his sweet little family.  The only thing that would make life better would be a dog.  But for some reason,  Joey noticed no one in the neighborhood had a pet… how odd.

Lolaboo (as her daddy called her and “Lolabear” as her mommy called her) was learning the ropes of being a little girl.  She could stay home alone, get her own food and was becoming quite the artist!

And Eloise?  Still a BOSS in the kitchen!  In fact, now that Lolabear was older, she decided to put her skills to the test by getting a job at a 5 star restaurant.  She started washing dishes and now she’s HEAD dishwasher!

You GO El, you just go.

Joey and Eloise managed to spend as much time together as they could now with their busy schedules.  Life had changed so much for them.  Joey’s career was flying and El’s was just starting.  Lolabear had her own needs trying to make friends and get her homework done.  What a difference a child makes!  Joey loved the outdoors as did El, so fishing and gardening were their main methods of bonding time…

Well that, and sex… lots and lots of sex.

You see, Joey and El decided to start trying for another baby and well… pregnancy test after pregnancy test showed that their efforts were not working.  This was taking quite a toll on Eloise.  She was worried that she couldn’t have more children.  She was an only child… what if she took after her mother?  Joey on the other hand was a little more optimistic.  When it is time for another baby, he will come (because he needed son so damn bad).  He could always make El feel better about it. 

They decided, together, that they would no longer focus on trying and just woohoo for the hell of it!

This made Joey happy.  VERY happy.  Get your woohoo on homie.

by Cin

I couldn’t get away with snooping on him for too long.  I knew that.
  This was all my fault.

Thing is, he never came in my room.  But he did this time…

I was busted… I had all of his information on the screen, all of the history, everything that was missing.  Everything he wouldn’t tell me…

His words echoed in my head, deep and raspy “What are you doing?”

The hair rose on the back of my neck as if satan himself was in the room with me.  He came closer… he smelled of alcohol..

  I didn’t bother shutting down the computer, I hit the power button so fast I chipped my nail.  That nail was the least of my worries..

“How could you do that to me?” “You’re snooping on me?"  "HUH?”

The tone of his voice changed from monotone to outright fury as the room began to swirl.  He grabbed at me, I told him to stop it… he told me he couldn’t trust me. I told him I had to know.

I don’t remember much after that, really.  Only that the son of a bitch ordered a pizza as I lay bleeding and unconscious in the next room.

by Cin

I read all I needed to know anyway…

By now, he was probably out for payback.  Prison does strange things to people.  Every time he left, I would envision him at some big money strip club, the kind all the high rollers hang out at, waiting for a package.  Could be money, could be drugs.  Who knew.

He’d sit.  And he’d wait.

Then I imagine some rich cat would meet him at some agreed upon time.

Except there’s a twist.  The rich guy doesn’t want to play the game… He wants to try and have his cake and eat it too.

Then I see him getting dirty, real dirty.  The internet search I found mentioned murder so he had to have a pistol.  But would he kill again? Or use it to prove a point…?

The point being … he’s back. 

He’s back and not to be fucked with.

….. This is not the man I once knew.

by Cin

Three questions….

Why did you lie? Why did you leave? What happened to you?

It was as if someone pressed record and kept playing the same scenes over and over again. 

We argue, he leaves, I lock myself in my bathroom.

Why did I let him back? Why do I care so much?

Fuck all of it.

I’m done.

by Cin

Part 3: The Cardinal’s – Living Room, Office (yes, the youngest sleeps in the office.  He was a surprise baby, it happens), and half bath.

by Cin

So while my family, The Cardinals, were fast asleep during the wee hours of the morning, I decided to take some shots of their house that I absolutely adore.  We’ll start with the garage leading into the laundry and kitchen.  More to come.

by Cin

She just stopped by to welcome him to the neighborhood.

She has no idea that he’s a pleasure-seeking, party-hard bachelor looking for a naked romp around his castle…… the dog is in on it….

by Cin

There could have been so many reasons why he left. He just disappeared.  No explanation.  No call.  It had been years since he was gone.  He’d only been back for a month now and I trusted him like I did a stranger….  So I did what anyone would do: I googled the shit out of him..

Every time the phone rang he left… it was always with haste.  Where was he going?  Who was he going to see?  I tried to listen in, but I typed with the ferocity of a wolf and couldn’t hear his whispered speech over the sounds of my own keystrokes.

 When he left, I felt relieved… the butterflies in my stomach flew away.

It had been hours when I finally found it:

Charges:

Aggravated Assault 1st degree, Kidnapping 1st degree, Grand Larceny, Tampering with Evidence and the icing on the cake, Murder in the first degree…. he had one hell of a lawyer.

by Cin