@laurenannie : Thank you for commenting. (Surreptitiously passes over tissues)
@oshizu: I just love little Everly. These are the only shots I've ever had of her with or without her Daddy. I hope I get to see her more and am able to work her into the story. She is such an expressive Sim and just really grabbed my heart.
There will probably be a few, random, short updates where there are pictures or things going on that don't have quite enough for a regular update. My Sims are all aging up and it's getting to be that nervous, tense, when do they get a message from Grim stage. I hate it when my Sims have to die. If it wasn't that this was a dynasty I'd play on a long life and then feed them potions of youth forever! Meanwhile......................................
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The crowd grows quiet. Slowly and carefully, the competitor climbs the steps to the top of the platform. He shakes himself. Towels off wiping beads of water from his face. Shakes his hands and seems to be loosening up his muscles, psyching himself up. He steps on the board, glances down. He's going for gold. The question is, will he make it or will this be his final chance to stand on the podium with honors?
Yes, Bob, that water looks very far down now doesn't it? Cold too. Only time will tell if he can make it or not. The crowd is hushed as he makes his approach. Wait. Isn't he facing the wrong way?There he goes! I tell you, I've never seen such form!Perfect form in the air! Will he make it? Only a big splash can mar this dive and take away his chances for the gold! The crowd is on their feet! He ..........oops.Speaking of personal best. Our hero, Venkat, has finally gotten his wish. Off he goes to his first day of away from home work as a Journalist. His days are numbered now since he's received at least one notice from Grim. It was no hardship to grant him his wish of finally being gainfully employed. Gnorman strove to keep up but alas, he was just a plaster gnome.
As a Watcher, I'm always interested in the "adorable" shots of the children with their parents. Here's Don getting to know his only, (at the time), daughter, Eden Lee.
Eden: Sure is a cool bedroom.
Don: Yep. Sure is.
Eden: So, you are?.......
Don: Your Dad.
Eden: Oh yeah. Right. Yep. Cool room. Wish I had one.
Don: Wish I could give you one.
Eden: No chance of the Watcher...................?
Don: Sorry. Rules.
Don: I can't give you a room little Princess, but I can give you all the love a Daddy has for his precious, little girl.
Eden: Ahhh, Dad. Love you.
Don: Love you more.
Meanwhile, another precious little girl has the munchies and look at what she finds.....................
Dina: (whistling) I wouldn't go there if I were you.
Airynn: But she is soooo cute! What a lovely cake you made, Moovelous. Is that for me? Are you sure?
Airynn: Ok, then. Just a little bite.
Airynn: Moovelous, that was very naughty! Oh well, at least you served up some cool milk to go with it after. Really, we have to do something about your drooling. I'm not hurting you am I? There. Almost done.
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Rez: Hey, Dad! How's it goin?
Don: Hi there, Rez. All's good, all's good. So wassup?
Rez: Not much. Just wonderin' how things are. You ok here? You like bein' a Watched Sim?
Don: Well son, I have really had a good life here.
Rez: But Dad, seems like you're always workin' at somethin'. No fun in your life.
Don: Oh, I have had LOTS of fun. (smirks)
Rez: Well, every time I look around you're stuck out here with that fancy ray gun. What's up with that?
Don: It's a gift Alton left me. He was before your time I think. Anyway, you know we're doing this challenge thing, right? It's called a dynasty except our Watcher decided it might be fun to add the restrictions of not being able to buy most things a Sim would need to fill a big, fancy house. So Alton got watched into the Science career where he made this gun and I've been selected to use it on the stuff we gather or "find" or whatever. It turns junk into treasures. Hey, I have a few minutes now though.
Venkat: Good job, Don. Looks like we got a lot of stuff this time around.
Don: Yeah, I'm almost done. Getting really tired of it though. There was quite a stack.
Rez: You work too hard Dad. You should take a nap.
Don: Sorry son, I don't have the Lazy trait.
Rez: Geez, Uncle Kieran. Dad has been at it for hours. Don't you think he's had enough?
Kieran: It's not me. I think he's a tad OCD. Looks like he's almost done though.
And here are the keepers from today's transforming.
Don's day wasn't quite over, however. He had recently acquired the Mentor reward and, taking his place in the dynasty very seriously, he worked hard with Aislyn the heir. Bringing her skill in Painting up to level 10 was no hard chore at all.
Don: So what are you trying to say here? It's not like a classic work where you have an actual picture to convey your feelings and thoughts.
Aislyn: Hmmm. Well, I really hadn't thought about it much, Uncle Don.
Don: I see. Well that is what would turn just another painting into a work of art. It should say something to the viewer.
Aislyn: Ok. Well, I want it give a sense of serenity. Just peaceful and relaxing. You know?
Don: Got it. Good choice of palette for that.
Don: There! That's it. I see where you are going with it now. Just watch your brush strokes on this one. Not too flamboyant.
Aislyn: Thanks, Uncle Don!
Don wasn't the only one having a successful day. Kieran had come home bursting with news. Here we see our little family enjoying the fruits of his labor.
YES!!! Career maxed!! We're almost there.