Chapter 3.9

Note from SweetPoyzin: This chapter contains language and subject matter that might not be appropriate for all readers.  Reader discretion is advised.

The morning of my procedure did not start off well.

I woke up to discover my chameleon, Nelson, had passed away.  I knew it was my fault, too.  I could barely scrape together the cash to feed myself and Adam.  I had to rotate feeding the pets and poor Nelson couldn’t hold out any longer.

After mourning the loss of Nelson I had to face the day.  Adam was already in the kitchen digging into breakfast leftovers.

“Why don’t you let me take you to the hospital today?  I don’t think you should be alone, Penny.”

“No, nope, no.  I’ll be fine.  You go to school.  If I even catch a whiff that you skipped you will be so grounded.”

“Ok, ok fine.  If you need anything you call me ASAP.  I’m not going to band practice after school though.  I’m coming home to check on you.  Well, or I’m going to go hangout with Rory.  If you call I’ll come home.  Otherwise I’m going over to Rory’s.”

Adam went off to school and I didn’t really feel like being alone so I headed off to the local pond.

I sat and meditated.  I needed to quiet my heart and mind to make sure this is what I wanted to do.  I realized that Nelson’s death was really a sign.  I can barely feed myself and my brother.  My lizard died because I couldn’t feed it.  I totally did not need to bring another stomach into this mess.

And let’s be honest…I’m not the most mature young adult on this planet.  I’m in no position to raise a baby right now.

With that it was time to head to the hospital.

Three hours and $4000 later it was over.  I sat down on the bench outside the hospital and I wasn’t sure what to feel.  I was stunned, sad, relieved, and happy all at the same time.  I didn’t want to go home and be alone but I didn’t want to call Adam because he shouldn’t have to deal with this stuff.

Suddenly I knew exactly where to go.

“Can I see Katie?”

“Oh, Katie-Did, Aunt Penny messed up.”

I remember hearing somewhere that babies remember the place they come from, whether it is heaven or something else I don’t know.  I don’t even know if they can communicate with it telepathically.  In that moment none of those unanswered questions mattered.

“If you see her in your dreams, Bug, tell her I love her.  Tell her that’s why I did it.  Tell her I’m sorry.  Tell her I would have done anything to change this mess I created.  Tell her name is Piper.”

After pouring my heart out to my niece I sat down in the chair I bought for her in France where this whole mess started.  I fought back tears as I realized what I selfish person I had been.  I’m always coming over here to steal kisses from Bug and harvest food from Liv’s farm but I’ve never given anything back.

I went downstairs and amid protests from Mike I prepared cheesesteaks and apple cobbler for Liv’s family.

Once finished I headed home.

Not long after I got home Adam returned from Rory’s house.

“Are you ok?  How did it go?  How do you feel?”

“It went well.  I’m doing ok.  I think everything will be ok.”

“That’s it?  Really?”

“Yeah, Adam, that’s it.”

“You had a fucking abortion and you’re acting like it’s no big deal!  What’s wrong with you, Penny?!”

“Don’t you presume to know how I am feeling, Adam.  Don’t you dare!  You have no idea what I’m going through.  I know it is a big deal Adam.  8 hours ago there was a potential human in me.  Now there is nothing.  Do you hear me?  Nothing.  I’m still not sure how I feel about it.  Don’t you ever tell me I don’t understand.”

After that we spent the rest of the evening in silence.  Adam went off to his room to study and I was left to wonder how everything got so fucked up.

Chapter 3.8

I woke up around 2:30am on Sunday morning thinking Adam was finally wandering in from Prom.

When I got up to ask him how the dance went I came face to face with someone trying to steal my egg gem collection!

Don’t mess with my egg gems.  I took that bitch down!  The cops came but they were useless.  The woman ran right past them out the door.

When I woke up next time it was 9am and Adam was working on his latest comic book.  He’s really becoming well-known in the nerd community and his comics are bringing in a bit of money.

We both agreed that from now on I was the sole chef of the house.  We had a good laugh about the horrible waffles but money is tight and we cannot afford to be wasting food.

Adam went and got himself cursed by the fortune-teller and it’s really causing us some financial problems.  Every morning at 12:01 AM my bank account hits $0.  It doesn’t matter how much money was in there, it is immediately drained.

Which usually leaves me with no way to purchase groceries, pay bills, or pay for the procedure tomorrow.

I headed down to Mom’s gallery to sell some of my photos from my trip.  I hoped they wouldn’t sell today but tomorrow morning so that the money would still be worth something.

I also donated some of my relics to the museum area Mom set up in one wing of the gallery.

I figured while I was out I should go and visit my parents and meet my new sister, Ericka.

I was happy to see Dad looking well despite of the cancer.  Mom was still fuming that he hadn’t told her and they spent my whole visit arguing.  I didn’t even get a chance to hug Dad or talk to Mom.

I went upstairs to meet Ericka and was shocked to find that the kid looked just like me.  Purple skin, black hair, her eyes were a blue-green that hinted at my own.

I couldn’t help but wonder if the thing in my body would look like me.  I put Ericka back in her crib and got the hell out of that house before I did something I would regret tomorrow.

I ran home and threw Adam in the car.  I needed some normalcy to life and the Fall Festival was just the place for that.

I think Adam got that because he suddenly had a take no prisoners attitude with the festival games.  He beat me at the pie eating contest.

He beat me at apple bobbing.  He would have beaten me at the mechanical bull, too but I refused to ride it.

We picked pumpkins for carving.  Adam made sure to grab a few extra so that we could use them for food.  Smart kid.  He’s learning!

Granny Liddy and Aunt Holly were also at the festival that night and we had a picnic and caught up with each other.  It was weird that Granny wasn’t pregnant since that’s how I always remember her when I was growing up.

Finally we got home after midnight.  Adam and I carved our pumpkins and ignored the fact that we were both exhausted.  Tomorrow would come too soon if we slept.

I carved a boring pumpkin while Adam got a little silly with his.  We stuck them out in front out the house even though Halloween was over a week away.

Adam finally made it to bed at 3 in the morning.  I felt bad because he’d be so tired at school.  I wasn’t the least bit sleepy.

Tomorrow was going to suck.

Chapter 2.37

Note from SweetPoyzin: I really loved hearing from Garrett before and it seems like you all did, too.  Mollie’s birthday post is coming from Garrett’s POV.  Weird, I know.  However, I adore Garrett way more than any of my Gen 3 guys so I’m going to ride this high for another post!  Also it is super photo heavy.  Sorry!

Lucy woke us up the morning of Mollie’s birthday.  Lil’ Bit didn’t care that mommy wanted to sleep in, kiddo was ready for the day.

“Hey, before you run off, I wanted to give you one of your birthday presents.”

“Oh, why can’t we just forget the whole day, Gar?”

“Well, hear me out.  Since you’ve done such a wonderful job of losing all that baby weight I thought I would send you on a trip to the spa.  You can get a makeover, new wardrobe, massage, whatever you want!”

“Is…is that a bad gift?  I don’t mean to say you look bad now or before but I just thought you might–”

“It’s wonderful!  I’ve never been to the spa!  I can’t wait!  I know just what I want!”

“There’s baby food already in the fridge.  Adam likes waffles or pancakes for breakfast.  The bus comes at 7 so have him ready.  I have to go!”

I told Mollie to meet me at her favorite cafe for lunch and she was off.  Good thing, too!  I still had so much work to do for her birthday!

After Mollie left I called in sick to work (I’ve been doing that a lot lately).  Then I got Lucy up and ready and I fed both the kids.  I was feeling pretty awesome about my fathering abilities.  I caught Adam as he was heading out to school.

“Hey, how would you feel about a sick day today?”

“This seems like a recipe for getting in trouble.  Why, Dad?”

“Well, I’ve got a lot of things to do for your Mommy’s birthday and I could use some help.  Are you up for it?”

“Am I gonna get in trouble?”

“Of course not, Nugget.  I will.”

I had to drag a ton of stuff out of the attic and into the greenhouse.  All the plants had died because…well we aren’t gardeners and we had four kids.  So I was going to turn it into a party house/photo studio for Mollie.  With the kids getting older I thought she might want a place to work should she ever decide to go back into business.

And being the awesome kid that he is, Adam kept Lucy entertained while I worked on some new wine for the party.  Before long it was time to rush off to lunch.  Things still weren’t perfect but I needed to show Mollie the biggest and best part of her gift.

I picked her up at the spa and was floored by her makeover.  She looked 20 years younger.  Not that she ever looked old.  Wow, I should not speak.

We went to Mollie’s favorite little Bistro and sat at “our” table.  This was the place where we decided to bring Adam into our family.  This same restaurant was the place we brought our daughter before sending her out into the world.  So many memories happened in this place.

“So, your party starts in a couple of hours and I still have one more gift for you.  Shall we head out?  It might take a while…”

“Oh my…what kind of gift is this?”

“Not that kind.  That is later.  This one is just down the road.”

We hopped in the car and not even five-minutes later we were at our final destination.

“Garrett, I really appreciate you bringing me to the Art Museum but I don’t think there is time to look around right now.  The party starts –”

“Mollie, honey, this is YOUR art museum, cafe, and gift shop.  I bought it for you.  Happy birthday.”

“How the FU–heck–did you afford to buy a whole museum!?  We’ve been selling off our stuff just to get the twins through college and the younger kids birthday gifts.  Hell, Christmas is coming up.  How are we going to buy gifts now!?  How did you afford this place?!”

“I sold the boat.”

“Garrett…we don’t own a boat.”

“No, no we definitely don’t own a boat.”

I may have forgotten to tell Mollie we owned a boat.  More specifically I owned a boat.  However, now neither of us own a boat and she has an art gallery.  Perhaps she will forget.

“Well, it’s about 2:30 now and you know how your mother is always early to parties.  I bet she is at our house right now.  Let’s go home and tomorrow we can bring your photos and get this place ready to go.”

“And while we are doing that perhaps you could tell me about this boat?”

I think I might need to work tomorrow…

I was wrong about Mollie’s mother being early.  She and Victor arrived a bit later and with a surprise in tow.

“Mrs. Lox, I think we should visit more often!  When is my new brother or sister-in-law due?”

“Any day now it seems.  And, Garrett, you’ve been married to my daughter for nearly 20 years.  I’m pretty sure you can call me Liddy.”

“Oh I’m pretty sure I can’t, Mrs. Lox.  Come on inside, you two.  It’s getting cold out!”

Before we could get inside though, Mollie came looking for me.

“Garrett where the heck are you?  The doorbell rang 15 minutes ago!  Holy shit…”

“Wow, Mom.”

“So aren’t you out of rhyming names yet?”

“Actually we were thinking Golly or Jolly.  He’d fit right in!”

“Oh, you forgot to tell me you were birthing an elf.  Does dad know?”

“Oh jeez, Mollie.  Really though the only name left was Polly and your father vetoed that so this kid gets a boring name.  Come on, I want some birthday cake.  Don’t you have some aging to do or something?”

With Liddy’s prompting Mollie went a blew out her candles.  Vic and Liddy got the seat of honor next to the birthday girl.  I mean, she is their daughter after all.

After the candles Mollie disappeared.  She didn’t even have any cake.  I had a feeling she might be having a midlife crisis moment and I went to track her down.

She was cleaning the house.  I knew then it was bad.

When I found her she was scrubbing Cueball’s cage.  I was concerned she might scrub right through the glass.

“Sweetie…is now the best time to be cleaning?  What’s up?”

“HAVE YOU SEEN ME?  Gar, I have wrinkles!  And saggy boobs!  I’m hideous!”

“Sweetie, everyone is done with cake.  How about I kick them out and I’ll show you just how beautiful I think you are.  And then tomorrow we’ll go and work on the shop?”

“Fine.  And you’ll tell me about this boat.  Oh, and you’ll also tutor Adam since you pulled him from class today.”

Only two weeks until the girls got home and I was going to need to kiss ass all 14 days.  I just knew it.

Jumping the Gun

So…even changing the rules did not help my simming slump.

The problem isn’t what I thought it was instead I’m stymied by the whole day-to-dayness of my sim’s lives.

I’ve had Generation 3 plotted out in my head for a while now…actually, since Penny and Liv were just toddlers.  I am really ready to age them up, name the heir and play on with the next set.

Except they still have some 18 days as teens.

So I’m jumping the gun.

They have maxed out quite a few skills and they have learned to drive.  They haven’t gone to prom yet, but prom sucks anyway so they don’t need to go.

Gen 2 will hang on until Chapter 80.  Liddy got a full 40 chapters and I still have some plot lines to work out for Mollie.  But seriously, if I keep at Gen 2 I am going to stab myself in the eyes and never play again.

I hope ya’ll don’t mind too much but next week Penny and Liv become young adults and head off to college!



First week of school was rough.  The second week is still rough but slightly improved.  Who decides that taking Latin and Old English is a good idea?  Furthermore who thinks it’s a good idea to take them concurrently?!  Oh…this girl.  Ugh.

I have decided (tentatively) to post on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.  I have about 8 or 9 posts in the hopper that I really want to get out before I do anymore playing.  I feel like I can’t focus on the new part of the story when the old part is all balled up on the blog.

Uh…so yeah.  That’s all I had to say.  New post coming out tonight, then one on Friday.

Woot!  Enjoy, my lovelies!

Update & Poll!

Hello Friends and Followers!

I thought I would give you all a quite update on where things are going.  Classes are starting next week while will limit my game time significantly.  Here’s what I have coming up:

  • I am learning two dead languages this semester, Latin and Old English.  I need them for the Ph.D I plan to pursue in the coming years.  Latin is a walk in the park for me.  Old English, however, is written in runes which means I am learning a whole new alphabet and a whole new way of reading.  Please, shoot me now.
  • I am taking a graduate level Renaissance Art History course with my favorite professor.  She is also the most difficult professor I have ever had the pleasure of meeting.  This class is going to kick my ass to put it nicely.  Between the mandatory treks to the museum and the 20 page research paper I will barely have time to eat.
  • I have two hardcore writing classes to work in to this mess as well.  One on American Literature before the Civil War (yes, it is less exciting than it sounds) and another in Chaucer and His Works (more exciting than it sounds).
  • And just because I am a glutton for punishment I am presenting six months worth my research at a conference in October.  I have spent all year compiling this work and it is fairly groundbreaking (from what I am told) so this is an exciting time for me.
  • Did I mention I am teaching a writing class to high school juniors, too?
  • Also…I’m getting married in two months.

Basically, come next Tuesday and semblance of the life I once had will go out the window.  I have eight more chapters of Eternally Yours in the hopper as of today.   I will probably have close to 20 by the time classes start.

My question to you, readers, is how do you want to read them?

Garrett would really like to know your answer…


I’m back…for now at least.

I’m pleased to say I’ve gotten things sorted out in my life.  I’ll fill you in a bit.

I’ve always said that The Sims was just a game.  Well, I forgot that.  I started getting too involved in all aspects of the game: the forums, the chat rooms, the game itself.  I was unable to walk away and it was affecting everything in my life.  I needed a break from everything to rethink my priorities.

I am ready to come back now.  I have a fresh perspective.  I am still not going to be as active on the site and I am staying away from the forums and chat rooms.  However, I need to write.  It’s in my being down to my very core.  It’s who I am.

So I am going to revive the legacy.  The story has been floating around in my head again.  I have things written all the way through Generation 3.  I plan to write this as time permits. Classes are starting up again and my time will be limited.  But I have to write.

Please enjoy it as your time allows as well.


I am taking a break.

After much debate and some soul searching I need to back off the site and all that goes with it.

I was using The Sims as an escape from things I really needed to deal with but wanted to ignore instead.  I got too involved with the site and took on too much so that I didn’t have to work through some things.

I am leaving for a month.  I need to clear my head, get my shit together, and come back with a clear mind.  I will not be playing the game, I will not be updating my legacy, I will not be going into chats, and I will not be writing any articles.

I will however answer your technical questions about the sims, wordpress, and other various issues.  I will also stay up-to-date on the legacy blogs that I currently follow.

The legacy deadline has been extended until May 12th.  I have that responsibility and I will award the prizes at the deadline.  I just need to get through my final exams before I can focus on that.

In the meantime, if you need to reach me, please do so via email:

You may also email me at that address if you would like access to my personal blog which I will be focusing my time on during my month away from

Thank you for your support and patience.  You are all wonderful friends.


This past weekend was an awesome time for bloopers.  Enjoy!

Don’t let the door hit you in the…face?


Garret really respects Mollie’s opinion.

I really don’t know what was going on with his face all weekend.

This is just awesome because she really looks like she is doing battle with the shower.

Toddlers are gross.

Excuse me, Liv, but I am about to be taken over by a demon.  BRB!

This is the wrong way to upgrade a toilet.

Yep.  Definitely wrong.  Hammers probably shouldn’t even enter the toilet upgrade equation at all.

Thanks for reading!  Regular chapters will resume on Monday.  Have a great weekend!

Chapter 2.11

Toddlers were so much easier than babies!  It didn’t take long for us to get into a routine.

Garrett and I woke up before the girls.

We got ready for the day.  He was back at work again now.

He’s super hard on himself.  I always love his work but he is always editing!  Even before he leaves for work he’s working on his articles.

I get the girls ready for the day.  Waking up is difficult!

Liv is super sweet but she loves her sleep.  And with such a loud sister Liv is up late.

Thank goodness they have the potty training down!

After pottying, baths, and dressing they get a little bit of playtime in their playpen.

I start their breakfast and see Garrett off to work.

Then it is Penny’s favorite time of the day: breakfast!

After breakfast there is more play time.  We may have made the mistake of buying too many toys.

I work on contacting potential photography clients while they play.  Then…Daddy comes home!

He helps with the cleaning while I make dinner.  Seriously, how is it possible that two incredibly sweet, adorable girls can be so messy!?

Since it is so nice out this summer we usually spend the evening outside.  Sometimes Daddy even puts on a fireworks show!

After some playtime we come back in to potty and change into pajamas.

Each girl gets to pick out a story to read with Daddy.  Liv likes stories about princesses and castles.

Penny likes to read about witches and dragons.  She puts on a brave face but I can tell she gets a little scared.

Then it’s time for bed!  Penny is always a little reluctant to go down after her story.

I don’t know what I am going to do when they don’t need me as much.  Childhood is fast approaching!