Saturday, December 3rd at 12:33 PM, my beloved cat Berkeley passed away.

He was diagnosed with kidney failure in the fall of 2009 (while I was pregnant with Andy) and we were told he could have as many as three years to live. He lasted a little over two.

Berkeley came to me as a newborn kitten on August 3rd 2000. He had been born on August 1st. My husband, Sean, was in the Navy at the time and was going to be graduating from Power School on the 4th. My mama, my sister, and my brother-in-law came down to Goose Creek, SC the day before and were going to stay at a hotel. We were checking them in when I noticed that one of the girls who worked at the hotel was holding something very small in her hand and was petting it. I went over to her and she showed me the smallest, most precious black and white snuggly thing I had ever seen. She said he had been born three days earlier to a feral cat, and that he was the runt. The girl had tried to mess with the kittens but the mama didn’t like that, so she started moving them. She didn’t come back for the black and white one. The girl was hoping to keep the kitten, but she wasn’t sure if her mom would let her. I was already desperate for a cat, but undecided about whether I should get one in SC or wait until we were in CT (where Sean was to be stationed next). All I knew was that I wanted a cat that needed me. I prayed on this for weeks, but still wasn’t sure when or where to get a cat.

At that moment, God answered my prayer. I asked Sean could I have the kitten and he said yes. The little black and white baby was mine!

We immediately left the hotel to buy supplies for our new addition. On the way I noticed that he seemed sluggish. The kitten was dying and needed to eat! We needed to hurry! I was loving on the kitten and my mind was racing as to what his name would be. I looked up and saw the sign on the road. “Berkeley County”, it said. I had noticed the name before on the electric bill. I knew immediately that this cat’s name was Berkeley. Simon Berkeley Hicks.

Berkeley in one of his "beds" with his "Baby Kitty"

We bought Berkeley a bottle and some formula at the PetSmart. When we got home I tried so hard to get the kitten to eat. He wouldn’t eat for me. Sean took over and then Berkeley ate! I remember that evening, my brother-in-law crying because he was afraid Berkeley would die.

Berkeley was my ever-loving, ever-constant companion from that moment forward. I don’t know how many of you have ever had to tend to a mother-less animal before, but it is no different from having a “real” baby (which to me, Berkeley will ALWAYS be “my real baby”). They need a safe place to sleep and have to be kept warm, they need bottles, they need baths, they need to be helped with peeing and pooping. They wake up in the middle of the night. They get hiccups. But, most of all, they need love. Berkeley got lots of it.

Bath time!

Berkeley and Sean

Berkeley's 1st Birthday

And while that bond with Berkeley was one I would never trade for anything, it also comes with a price. Berkeley was known at every vet hospital he ever went to for being incredibly mean. I remember when he was not even a couple of months old and I took him to the vet for a flea dip. I dropped him off and they called me a short time later. “Please come get Berkeley,” the woman said. “We can’t do anything with him.” This small kitten was attacking them and they were afraid of him! We’re talking about a kitten that couldn’t have weighed any more that two or three pounds, so imagine what damage he did when he was fully grown! Yes, Berkeley was a legend. We were even given free sedatives to give him BEFORE the vet visit, in hopes that he would be more calm. Later years would see Berkeley being sedated at every visit, just to get his vitals.  We got countless funny looks when we would coo at him, and many times we were asked, “Is he like this at home?!?” and I could tell what all of them over the years were thinking, “How can you love something so mean?” But I’m telling you, Berkeley was an absolute doll baby for me and Sean. All his life he continued to nurse my hands when we had our snuggles. He gave me kisses. He knew when I was sad or in pain. He let me clip his nails, better than any of the other cats OR Andy. He even let me bathe him Friday night. That was MY Berkles.

I've always loved this one of him!

"Darth Berkeley"

<3

In a playful mood...

Pretty!

He was such a soft kitty. I loved burying my face in that white fur on his chest.

He was "the boss"!

But he was still my baby!

He was Sean's baby too, of course.

You could never drink a glass of water without having to share it!

Snuggles.

Halloween 2011; Note Berkeley in the background, ever present as always.

I think this was our last hand nursing, on October 9th of this year.

Berkeley and I had a lot of good times over the years. The highlights include, but are not limited to: taking him to the park on a leash and getting lots of weird looks from the dog walkers, taking him through the drive-thru at the Burger King in Groton (there were times when we couldn’t leave the house without him – the drive-thru folks came to expect him to be in the truck with us after a while), that first night after we got him and he woke me up crying for a bottle and I had to sneak to the bathroom naked (didn’t own any pajamas) to fix him one hoping not to get walked in on by our roommate, Berkeley “seeing the lakes” on a trip from SC to NC, Berkeley letting my friend Mary pick him up when she didn’t know any better, Berkeley attacking salesmen, Berkeley attacking repairmen, Berkeley attacking mailmen, Berkeley attacking neighbors, that one time he went prancing through my mama’s den with a milk ring in his mouth and his head held up high, my mother-in-law fixing Berkeley a glass of water in an expensive water goblet, how he always had to snuggle with me and Sean if we were together, Berkeley ALWAYS peeing on my sister when she held him when he was still small, Berkeley getting in my Grandma’s lap and me warning her not to move, and most of all, how good he was with Andy. I was afraid he wouldn’t take to Andy, but boy… he loved that baby. When we brought Andy home from the hospital he was asleep. All the cats came to check him out and sniff him. Then, he woke up. Jakob, Bruce, Claudia, and Henry scattered to the wind! Berkeley wrung around our feet while we changed Andy’s diaper, and just ~had~ to be next to me while I fed him. Before Andy slept through the night Sean and I took turns staying up with him in case he cried. Berkeley kept watch over Andy with me while Sean would sleep. Then, my turn to sleep would come and when Andy cried Berkeley would jump on the bed and try to wake me up as if to say, “Get up Mama! The baby’s crying! He needs something!” He didn’t nag Sean about it, just me. My sleep breaks were never as restful as Sean’s. But Berkeley had a job to do (so he thought) and I can’t begrudge him that.

Berkeley Babysits

And again...

Andy, me, and The Berk

Berkeley wanted Andy's lap. Andy didn't even have a lap yet! LOL

Close encounters of the kitty kind! Yes, Andy is pulling Berk's fur. Berk just let him!

Berkeley always tried to "help" me bathe Andy. It didn't matter if it was when Andy was very small and was bathed in the sink, or like this more recent picture, in the tub.

November 14th 2011: Berkeley is finally able to get in Andy's lap. Andy, as you can see, is quite pleased.

But there were bad times too.

When I had my first miscarriage in 2006 I suffered from a deep depression afterwards. I attempted suicide (a bottle of sleeping pills downed with a bottle of wine would kill most people, I just slept for three days straight). The only thing that stopped me from trying again was that I was afraid of what would happen to Berkeley if I died. I laid in bed for nearly a month crying and Berkeley was there with me the WHOLE TIME. I’m not even kidding about that. I know he must have gotten up to eat, drink, and used the litterbox, but he must have done it when I was asleep because I do not remember him leaving my side. That last year before I got pregnant with Andy I think I cried myself to sleep every night, wanting a baby so very bad. Berkeley was always there. And then this year, when I lost another baby… Berkeley was there. I think Berkeley worried about me, that I wouldn’t “be okay” and that’s why he couldn’t give in to his illness. He had seen me at my very worst and was afraid of what would happen to me if he left. In the end, I had to tell him that it was okay to go. Of course, I was lying and I’m not okay, and while I think he knew I was lying I think he still needed to hear it.

Berkeley had two UTI’s this year, and has been severely dehydrated for months. We gave him a subcutaneous drip when he would permit it, but it wasn’t as often as it should have been. These last couple of weeks his fur was falling out, and with it, bits of dried flesh. I noticed in mid November that his appetite was severely decreased. On Nov 16th I only recall him eating one time. On Nov 17th he ate nothing nor drank any water that whole day. I brought him his cup of water (a red plastic cup that was his cup for him to drink out of when he was on the kitchen counter) and he drank, then vomited the water up spectacularly. My sister-in-law came over to watch Andy for us while Sean and I took Berkeley to the emergency vet. I almost thought that was going to be it, but the doctor was hopeful that Berkeley had a chance to “get over this hump” and may have six months to live. We transferred Berk to our regular vet the next morning and he stayed there all weekend. Andy and I brought him home that Monday, and he came out for a brief visit with Sean and Andy, then got in my lap and fell asleep. It pained me to run him out of my lap, but my bladder was full and unlike Andy, Mama don’t wear diapers. He went in his carrier that night and didn’t come out again (that I saw) until Thanksgiving evening. He got in my dad’s lap (and he hated Daddy for some reason so this was a BIG DEAL), then got in my mama’s lap, and then mine. That night he went back into his carrier and only came out if you went into the dining room to visit him. He wouldn’t leave that room though. I took a litterbox in there and had to put him in it so he would remember to use it. He had countless pee accidents on the carpet, and peed and pooped in his carrier once. Berkeley was always VERY clean, and VERY particular about using the litterbox, so for him to be doing this was unreal. I was sad that he was losing his dignity in this way. Friday evening I went into the dining room to pet him and he meowed at me when I tried to leave. I picked him up and put him in my lap in the chair in front of the tv. Andy begged to get up there with us, so for a while the three of us sat watching tv. Then I noticed how bad Berkeley smelled. We are talking FOUL. Like, seriously, death. I had to put him down and change both my and Andy’s clothes. That evening Sean bathed Andy and I bathed Berkeley. It was Berkeley’s first bath (given by me) since he was small. It took me back and he was very, very good. I dried him off and he started to explore the house a little, visiting the kitchen and Andy’s room. Then he went back to the carrier. I went to say goodnight to him later, and he got in my lap for what ended up being the final time.

Sean and Andy welcome Berkeley home from his stay at the vet, Monday before Thanksgiving.

Friday night. Our last cuddle. <3

Uncle Markus (my sister-in-law's husband) gives Berkeley his very last "spoilage" by feeding him in his lap. This was Saturday morning.

Saturday morning my sister-in-law and her husband arrived to watch Andy so we could take Berk to the vet for at the very least, a checkup. Sean and I had talked about whether or not to put Berkeley to sleep, but we wanted to see how his blood-work looked before we made any decisions. I had been making my peace with it all week, and was as mentally prepared as I could be that it could be time. Berkeley always liked my brother-in-law and got in his lap for a little love. The other cats seemed to know what we didn’t and gave us some space. I put Berkeley in his carrier and took him to the vet for his final visit.

The vet was crowded but we didn’t mind the wait. It gave us more time with Berkles. Then, after we were called back, he was good for a very long time until he realized where we were. They took him back to draw some blood and when he was returned to us I asked him if he had been good or bad, and the attendant said, “He was Berkeley”. Priceless.

Then the doctor came in. Berkeley’s numbers were horrible. Berkeley was in a better mood by then and was loving on me and Sean and even let the doctor pet him! The man was AMAZED. He said so. And, even if he hadn’t said anything, I could see it in his face. BERKELEY, the cat that gets a “Watch! Bites!” warning when he had to stay overnight was being FRIENDLY. The doctor said that any other cat with Berkeley’s numbers would be unresponsive, and for Berkeley to even be moving was something “unheard of” and that he “had never seen the likes of before”. Then he said, “I guess Berkeley’s just too bad-ass to let it get him down!” Sean and I looked at each other and I knew it was time. Berkeley was in tremendous pain and hiding it. The hair/skin loss was a staph infection, and it was possible that Berkeley also had an infection in his kidneys. Lack of appetite and thirst, severe dehydration, possible ulcers in his abdomen… not to mention the dementia, lack of response to lights, loss of coordination and bladder control… I couldn’t put Berkeley through this any more. He had taken care of me so well when I needed him the most. I owed him more than the hell he was silently suffering through. I told the vet that it was time and he said, “I didn’t become a vet to put animals to sleep. But I can honestly say, I am 100 percent sure that you are doing the right thing.”

He gave me a little love and then tried to attack me, as he’d been doing so often lately (like he would all of a sudden forget who I was). The doctor took him back and had Berkeley sedated, as there was no chance of giving him a shot while he was wide awake (and no one could bear the thought of Berkeley struggling against a euthanasia shot… like he was fighting for his life). A few minutes later the doctor came back and said that Berkeley was ready. He was laying on a table and there was a mask on his face to administer the sedative. Berkeley was sleeping and the girl holding the mask was petting him. I cried over him and gave him love, and told him how thankful I was to have had him in my life. I told him what a good boy he was, and how he needed to go take care of my babies for me. I told him how I wouldn’t trust them with anyone but him. The doctor asked if we were ready, and I said yes. I petted Berkeley and told him it was okay for him to go. And then he went. I held his body and it felt so odd not to have him nuzzle me or give me kitty kisses. We stayed with him for about half an hour after he was gone, petting him and regaling the attendants with tales of Berkeley.

Last night was my first night without him, and today was my first full day. His presence in this house is so missed, and you can feel it in every corner of every room that he’s gone. He was the love of my life. I know I did the right thing, but it still hurts terribly. He was my baby… my best friend… my Berkeley. He taught me the meaning of unconditional love. I’ve loved cats before, but not like this. And he was the first one I could tell actually loved me back.

Please… when you go to sleep tonight, think of me. And think of Berkeley. If I know Berkeley, he misses me just as much as I miss him.

Rest in peace, my baby kitten.

So far, I have a whopping 32 pictures uploaded for the next installment, and 14 of those have corresponding text (there’s text for pictures besides those too, just not on the blog: there’s scraps of dialog and entire paragraphs scattered on bits of paper all over my desk). I also have 4 pictures that have to be edited and uploaded, and the game is running in the background as I type so as soon as I finish this update I plan on getting back to work. See? Totally busy over here!

But here come the excuses as to why the new chapter isn’t out yet:

I had intended on being gone for just a few days in September to visit my parents, but ended up getting sick while I was there TWICE and spent nearly the whole month at their house… without access to Sims… meaning without access to Shadows and Blood. So 6.7 would have probably been out by now if it hadn’t been for that. Maybe. I also took an entire week off at the beginning of October to finish painting my great room (with much help from my sister-in-law)! I’ve had half-painted walls in that room for three or four years (ADD + no time + extreme laziness + Andy’s arrival = walls that look like CRAP) and when she mentioned she had time off school and would I like her to help me paint I jumped on it! It looks so great in there now and that knot I had in my stomach every time I looked at the walls in there has FINALLY gone away!  And another distraction from working on the chapter has been depression and grief from the miscarriage. I’m doing better emotionally these days but there’s still times when I just want to lay in bed and zone-out while Andy naps. I guess it’ll be that way for a while.

I did want to mention though, I know that there are four unapproved comments waiting for approval (har har) and a response from me. I WILL get to those. One is a run-of-the-mill CC question and the other three are actual chapter comments. The chapter comments are VERY spoilerly, and WILL be answered with the next installment. I hate having to give “I can’t say!” as a response, hence the lack of response, so instead I’m just letting them wait. I am NOT ignoring the comments, per se, but I guess that’s essentially exactly what I’m doing by not responding to them. Sorry! Instead of “I can’t tell you, nyah nyah” soon you will get “read and find out!” as responses to your comments. I do appreciate the comments, so please don’t think that because I haven’t approved/replied yet that I’m ignoring you!!

Well, I guess that about covers it. I am really hoping to get 6.7 out before the end of the month. I could probably do it too, if I can stay healthy and if Andy will let me (I am praying that he won’t give up his afternoon naps until he’s like, 18). And for those who are wondering, he RUNS now, chatters a lot (sometimes with actual words!), and we plan on starting to potty-train him before the end of the year. He is getting to be such a big boy. Most of the kitties will let him pet them (even though he can still be too rough at times – I’m hoping that after the next installment I will get the chance to devote an entire post to Andy stories because boy, there are some GREAT ones) and just the other night he discovered Mommy’s Sims! He knows his way around a computer mouse already, but it isn’t very exciting when all there is in the background is the desktop. But the other night he got to my computer because I only had the baby-gate open for a minute and he darted his little self to my computer desk and got the mouse. I didn’t realize it until I heard him laughing down the hall. I peeked into the room and he had the mouse. I had recently saved the lot I was working on so it was still on that screen, but he discovered the “edge-scroll” and pushed that mouse all around and was laughing as the house I had been playing at whipped by. Ahh, that’s my boy! He knows something fun when he sees it.

I never thought of myself as a “Family Sim” but I guess that’s what I am. It took me and Sean nearly four years to have Andy (who is starting to walk and can say a few words, by the way!) after a miscarriage in 2006. When we started dating (in high school), we already knew that we wanted to have children someday. ‘Someday’ kept being put off due to illness, career changes, financial woes, and an all-over-sense of just not being ready yet. The 2006 pregnancy was not planned but that didn’t mean that the loss was any less devastating. I struggled with depression, guilt, anger, bitterness, etc. for a long time. I attempted suicide (my second real attempt) and when I failed, I still considered it daily. I am also a recovering cutter, so needless to say, I found myself steeped in that habit again. Something clicked in me. ‘NEED. BABY. NOW.’ I was about the most miserable person you could ever meet.

Then, finally, after years of trying and countless nights spent crying myself to sleep… we had Andy. This child saved my life. He will never know how much I love him and what having him in my life has done for me. “Blessing” and “miracle” and all those types of words apply to him. His laugh is the sound I’ve been waiting to hear my whole life.

As soon as he was born, Sean and I knew we wanted another one. We were told to wait until at least six months after Andy’s birth before we started trying. I counted down the days! And then, after four months of trying, we found out we were pregnant again! We told my parents, my sister, Sean’s sister, and his mom at Andy’s first birthday party (which was the day we found out we were expecting – June 4th; Andy turned 1 year old on June 1st). But not only were we going to make my parents grandparents again, but my sister was expecting too! My sister got married a month before Sean and I did way back in 1999, and she is seven years older than I am. She has a son, my nephew Cameron, who turns 10 next month! She and her husband thought their baby days were over, and weren’t planning on having any more. But she was excited to be pregnant again. I couldn’t believe I’d be pregnant along side my sister! And top that off with the fact that our due dates were only four days apart (she was due to have her baby on Feb 8th of next year, I was due Feb 12th).

Maybe you’ve noticed… I keep saying ‘was’ and ‘were’.

Last month, my sister started bleeding. We’d both been cramping a lot and I was scared to death but her doctor assured her that it was nothing to worry about. Rather than call my doctor, I listened to what my sister’s doctor told her. When she started bleeding she had to beg her doctor to see her and finally he did. They did an ultrasound and found that the baby’s heart had stopped nearly two weeks earlier. Her baby was dead. My mama called me and told me that they were performing a D&C on my sister the next day. I was devastated for her. My sister’s loss started stirring up in me all those feelings I had buried deep from the miscarriage in 2006. I had to call Sean to come home from work early as I didn’t want to be alone. I had already been depressed, and this didn’t help. The next morning all I could think about was my sister. I was having terrible cramps myself but my mind was on her. Sean was at work and Andy was having a nap when I went to the bathroom and discovered that I had passed a clot. I couldn’t breathe and I swear my heart stopped. I called Sean first and told him to get home right away and then I called my doctor. Two hours later… I’ll never forget how the ultrasound technician sounded when she said, “Oh Robin… I’m so sorry.” There was no heartbeat and there hadn’t been one for almost two weeks. The same as my sister. Sean and Andy were with me. In 2006 I was alone.

The next day I had a D&C. I had one in 2006 as well. When I walked into the little “room” and saw the gown I was to put on and the small bed I started having a panic attack. I had one of Andy’s toys with me and I held it tight.

It’s been over a month now and I still hurt everyday. I’ll never understand why, at least – not in my lifetime. Andy is now a middle child to no one, and we have two empty picture frames on the mantle next to his baby portrait. This hurts so much. The date that we were supposed to go hear the heartbeat for the first time has come and gone. Soon I should be finding out if I’m having a boy or a girl, but instead I’ll be at home crying and trying so hard to get Andy to let me hold him for more than a minute. Everyday I promise myself that I won’t cry, and everyday I break that promise. It can be the smallest of things that set me off. I’m back on the sleeping pills at night, and if I try not to take one – I just lay there, crying. I can’t bear silence in the house as I can’t bear to be alone with my thoughts. I still want more babies, but I’m terrified that this will happen again. I still haven’t decided if it’s worth trying. My sister’s not sure either. I guess I’m in aspiration failure.

As far as Sims go, all of this grief has loosened the block I had concerning the next mini-chapter. I try to work on it at least twice a week (whether it be text, picture taking, or at the very least, planning). There have been a few changes though, and I think there’s more than a few places where you can see my grief coming through.

I just wanted to check in with whoever might be out there, and let you all know what’s going on. I’m trying, guys. Please be patient. To everyone in the Sims community who already knew about this, thank you for being there for me and for your condolences. It means a lot! ((hugs))

EDIT: Okay, so I wanted this post to end on a happier note. Here’s a short video of Andy walking! It was taken a couple of days ago, Aug 24th. He usually does a better job, I think he was sort of playing around. Also, be warned – the sound is about a tenth of a second behind the video.

I hope there aren’t too many typos/comma splices/run-on sentences/general grammar fails… I usually have Sean preview my installments before I release them (he’s really good for catching the things I miss and his – as I think of it – “technical” grammar is better than mine), but he’s at school all day today and I just don’t want to wait anymore to release this one! LOL

Enjoy and feel free to leave me a comment! If you plan on commenting about the big reveal at the end of the chapter, please make a note that your comment contains spoilers, and when I approve it I’ll take care of it.

WARNINGS: coarse language, gore-fest (weak stomachs beware)

Sorry I’ve been away from here for a while – but real life happens, you know? Let’s see… I’m busy getting ready for my cousin’s wedding that is next week (I’m a bridesmaid!), Andy crawls now and gets into EVERYTHING, he also started pulling up on things so you can’t leave him alone because he falls down nearly every time, he also got FOUR new teeth (making it six on the top row and two on the bottom) so he’s been cranky about that, not to mention he’s got allergies so he’s doubly miserable with all this pollen, and… I GOT A JOB! I am now an independent Pampered Chef consultant! So basically, I own my own business!

I went to a Pampered Chef party years ago and loved it, so when another bridesmaid threw a Pampered Chef bridal shower for my cousin I remembered how fun the first one was and knew I HAD to be there. It was awesome! When the consultant (Christy – my recruiter and guru, LOL) began closing the show and offered the business opportunity something just clicked and I realized, “I can do this!”. I signed up right there! I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned it before, but I LOVE to cook and be in the kitchen (it ties with my computer for my favorite place to be). I’d say my cooking skill is around 7 and a half. Of course, since starting the training and playing around with my consultant kit and a few of the recipes, I feel like it has gone up to 8, maybe 8 and a half! I now have a locked want to maximize my cooking skill! LOL I also love gadgets, and kitchen gadgets are by far my favorite kind.

But of course, all of this means that I get less time to Sim. I’m hoping that things will level out and not be so crazy after my first 30 days are up (which is in about 2 weeks). I need to hold 3 cooking shows and 1 catalog show in my first 30 days, and so far I’ve got one cooking show (aka party – I realize I’m fluctuating on the terms) done and I’m meeting with the host of my catalog show tomorrow. I’m getting nervous because my 30 days are ending soon, and I don’t have any more parties booked! But one thing that is eating into time I could schedule for parties is wedding stuff. See, the wedding is back in the eastern side of NC, and I live in the western side. So, a lot of traveling has been done lately to go to functions concerning the wedding (showers, bachelorette party, etc.). And it doesn’t help that most of the people I know live in eastern NC… so all my Pampered Chef business is being conducted out that way too. Of course, Sean’s sister and her husband live out this way, and she’s the one that will be doing my catalog show for me (bless her!!). Remember guys, I don’t drive so I’m having to do all my “out of house” stuff on Sean time… and Sean is a very, very busy grad student! Or when my mama comes and picks me up… and gas ain’t cheap, so I’m spending like a week here and a week there just keep her from having to drive me back and forth every couple of days.

Can you tell I’m stressing a bit? I tend to ramble when I’m stressed. LOL I also have plenty of grammar fails, so please forgive me for that.

Tomorrow morning I’m going to go out and try to drum up some business out in my neck of the woods and hopefully get a party booked for early next week before I leave town for the wedding. Wish me luck on that! I’m not the biggest people person, and I can be painfully shy at times… so this job has me stepping waaaaaayyyyy out of my comfort zone. But I’m not abandoning the legacy, just so you know! I have planned out (one on paper, one mentally) the next two bite-sized chapters, and I know exactly how I want all of those to end before I move onto Chapter 7 (which is also mentally mapped out… for the most part). The next mini-chapter will probably be super short, and will take place in the Carmichael home. The next one after that will probably be a little long (especially for a mini-chapter) but is the one I’m looking forward to the most. Can we say flashback boys and girls? Right now, all of my free time is being spent catching up on housework that piled up while I was away, and of course, working on Pampered Chef stuff (my normal computer time that I would be Simming – around midnight – is being used to complete my online training courses instead).

So that about covers it. Busy Sim Goddess is busy, and she will mostly like be that way for at least the next two weeks!

EDIT: OMG guys, I’m kermit-flailing over here because I just found out that my Upline Director for Pampered Chef lives in SIMS! (I might as well confess now, secret #29 in SimSecret’s 162nd post was me. LOL I took that on the way to Greenville this January to visit some of Sean’s relatives and knew immediately what I wanted to do with it.) Coincidence or fate??!?!)

Enjoy, if the mood strikes – leave me a comment!

WARNINGS: coarse language

Colors:

Pooklet’s Expanded set of Naturals and Unnaturals (V3)

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Naturals: Toddler – Elder

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Naturals are binned but not familied (I prefer to have excruciatingly long and detailed hover-tips instead), all files have been compressorized, and extra ages have been removed (unnaturals).

Mesh is included.

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~And yes, I know I’m supposed to be working on the next mini chapter… but I have all the pictures uploaded and ready to go if it makes you feel better! I just need to do the writing, which I guess you can say I’m putting off. Plus, I wanted this hair for an upcoming mini chapter, so I figured I would make use of the procrastination! LOL~

Enjoy and leave me a comment!

WARNINGS: Sexual situations (sort of)

Enjoy and as always, feel free to leave me a comment!  And don’t forget to check out 6.4!

WARNINGS: Sexual situations, stomach-churning meal plans

I apologize again for this legacy to be taking so long – blame real life!

Enjoy and feel free to leave comments and feedback (I actually remembered to allow comments on this one – unlike 6.1, which I accidentally left closed because I’m a dummy)!

WARNINGS: coarse language, OMG that hair is bright!