I haven't been able to play The Sims in a very long time because my game is corrupted! On top of that, I can't bring it back up on my computer again for some reason. Since I don't know what happened, I lost my saves and my founder, Shablinga Bling. I didn't take many photos of her because I, halfway through, decided to make her a serious founder.
To reflect over her loss until I can figure something out, I present to a scrapbook of her life.
That's a good looking 'founder', huh?
One day, after having an exceptional breakfast, she saw that her housekeeper came by to wash the two-three dishes laying about. Which, looking back on it, I'm not entirely sure why she ended up getting a housekeeper anyway. She did work a lot, but it wasn't so much that her house became an utter wasteland. The downstairs toilet though did need more TLC than it was worth.
Anyway, seeing her house keeper, Shablinga only had two choices of interaction.
I'm telling you. This girl's a keeper.
This was during her amazing primary career as a star athlete—I actually 'went to' and watched all of her games. (#1 Fan!) After work, there's always a chance for her to catch a concert immediately after (because Sims has no sense of timing and venue set up). She came home; her fun was full; her mood was almost perfect from going to a rocking concert; and she decided to shower. There was just one problem.
When you see it, let me know.
She had a dinner party a few days later on one of her rare days off. Not only did people come, they brought their own food! So there was hot dogs, burgers, someone made a pie—there was heaps off food, enough for four or five families. After everyone left, there was still a lot of food. Shablinga thought about sharing them with her neighbours (or the people who left early), but her reaction was pretty much:
Shablinga: Hahaha... No... :D
She ended up visiting different people anyway and leaving food over their house. An incident I wish I did capture was that she went over one of her neighbours house to hang out. They were hungry and taking care of their baby, so she decided to be a good friend and cook for them. They said she was misbehaving and asked her to leave! Shablinga shrugged it off, apologized, made a joke to lighten the atmosphere, and left. The neighbours had a little twinge of a smile when she exited, but I was mortified. Shablinga, thankfully, had a couple of tournaments to go to, and so her schedule was packed for a few
On her free days, she likes to play chess and exercise, even though she maxed out fitness(!). Her logic was constantly cradling on 8, so we were determined to get her to max it out. Even with mood and motives full on the sunniest day in all the world, she couldn't get it past 8 (and we were there for at least 3 hours sim time — or maybe three hours mine!).
Shablinga: This is the biggest amount of horse piss I've ever seen in my life.
We'll get there, sweetie. We'll get there.
Her next tournament rolled around, and they completely wiped out their opponents.
AYYYYYY! 16-0! (That's my number!)
One day I finally convinced her/got her in time to give a seminar at the medical centre. She did pretty well for herself, but midway thru, a man stood outside and started playing his guitar.
And then an older woman came up and joined him.
It was pretty nice; they both sounded good together. And Shablinga was happy to have an entourage waiting for her.
Her next tournament wasn't a complete wipeout, but it was still great to watch. I love her games.
Her best friend (whose name I forgot) wanted to come over to catch up, talk, and congratulate Shablinga on her team's latest victory. Though Shablinga's team is pretty renowned cities over, it's always good to be congratulated by a friend. Her friend—let's call her Ann—came over right as Shablinga finished making fresh dinner for them both. After a couple of kisses on the cheek and some idle chatting by the door, the ladies made their way over to the dinner table.
... Oh. That doesn't look nice. Ann might have congratulated Shablinga, but when they started talking about sports again (just in general), Ann became a little... passive-aggressive as you can see.
I've said that her primary career is an athlete, but she's also a noted author. She's written more than a few books, and only one of them has failed. Shortly after that failed book, she spent three days straight writing and drinking tea. She only paused to eat, use the bathroom, bathe, and sleep. After those three days, she came out with a new mystery book that was an instant hit on the market. Shablinga may be a kick back kind of gal, but she doesn't tolerate failure.
She had to attend a book signing and left the house feeling pretty damn proud of herself. This was probably her third signing.
My lady in my colour.
When she got home, she thought about the numerous changes that could have been done to her interior design.
But dang, look at those trophies. (And, of course, her love of pancakes.)
She stayed up into the night watching TV and then went to relax in her bed full glam. Of course, she lulled herself to sleep thinking about exercising.
Wow! I have a lot more pictures of her than I thought I did, and this entry's pretty long. I'll try to have a second update as soon as I can. Until then, I'll see you cats next time.