Golden Years

 GENERATION 1

CURRENT AMOUNT OF KIDS: 9

     Making Sim elders look good makes writing a five page essay an absolute cakewalk, guys. Trust me, Angeline's wardrobe has gone through more edits than my first draft:

Pardon her attempts to blend into the wallpaper.

     
   Regardless, ever since entering her golden years, Angie has been ecstatic; having and raising nine children, being responsible for laying down the fiscal foundation for future generations of a 100 Baby Challenge and having to look good doing it would just about wipe out anybody. Her retirement is beyond just "well deserved". 
   

Even a busted knee can't keep her down.

   Thankfully, her creativity hasn't slowed down at all -- she finally finished An Army's Baby:

    

    And unlike many authors who found their novels bomb after writhing away in development hell, Sims-style instant gratification strikes again!

FINALLY a Sim noticed those pop-ups!

    Since Angie truly has all the time in world now, she decided to celebrate by exploring new territory: a poetry book!

"Let me count the ways / The stretch marks haunted my days . . ."

    Shortly after Angie started to write her next book, a certain set of triplets finally got on the school's honor roll!

     Which means they get new traits . . . 

    . . . new makeovers . . .

 . . . and a little shack on the other side of town. As you can tell, Ian's very happy about having his cramped bedroom to himself.

"I know I gained like, 1% of more space, BUT STILL."

" . . . "

   Of course, now with only 776 simoleons to the family name (the triplets took the other 2,000. Yes, really), our remaining members had better start looking at the classified ads. 

    Angie decided to save money by repairing the stove and upgrading toilets by herself.

    Ian was kind enough to not set himself on fire whilst whittling around with his first inventions.

   And Gwen and Heather are the first teens in the house to get part time jobs. Gwen got the long end of the stick by working at one of those weird places called bookstores, and Heather gets to fold people's worn clothes at the spa.

"At least we're not going out of business any minute now."

   Speaking of books, Angie is still working out her creativity muscles after all this time. 
  

  Unfortunately, Angie's exhaustion won't be cured any time soon; Saturday will be Snowflake Day and has to find time to make food for at least eleven people (not including herself). Yep, looks like two extra people are tagging along for the holiday cheer.

   But at least Heather has the day off to help Mom -- 

  Oh, glitches, you never fail to amuse me. And make me want to chuck my Mac out my bedroom window.

   At least Gwen managed to get something of an education today, since the school turned down Heather and Ian from entering. Might as well make the best of it.

    Like having Angie adopt a surprise pet for the house!!

  

    

   So anyway, business as usual around the house once the kids came home from a day of semi-school. Heather beat up her pounds of cookie induced fat with a nice round of training with the dummy, leading to an early gift: an orange belt. Looks like Emma better watch her back!

   And for those curious about how old the twins are:

    Which means I'll do my damnedest to make the next fillertastic chapters interesting. 

Heir Salon I - Part 2

 GENERATION 1

CURRENT AMOUNT OF KIDS: 9

     Before any kind of showdown at any Heir Salon can begin, Fiona decided to congratulate one of her little sisters for bravely accepting the challenge of becoming the heiress for the Second Generation.

Or more accurately, being unlock enough to be the last girl born this time around.

    And what is the Heir Salon in question, you may ask? Well, it's the Hollands' new home!
Immediately after I snapped the above picture, I stuffed all the important stuff into my Sims' inventories, demolished their house, and with the (approx.) 35,000 Simoleons I earned back, I bought the property across the street from the old home, and built for a good week and a half. 

  So without further ado . . .

. . . I was left with $627 Simoleons in spending cash. But guess whose room I forgot?

THE (NEARLY) ELDERLY WOMAN'S ROOM. GAH.

   But thankfully, her book royalties came rolling in!

   Only to leave us with even less cash.

   

  Emma distracted herself from her family's inevitable money woes by working up a sweat, while Gwen just ssat back and . . .  watched her like the weirdo she is. Or maybe she's just formulating a plan?

    After stalking her big sis, Gwen goes off into the kitchen and decides to be productive in life by doing her homework with Heather. Upon bringing up the idea of a contest, Heather replied with this gem:

"It better not be a painting contest. Not that I'd be any worse than you, but still!"

   Gwen is not amused, and furrowed her brow in thought. What should we do?

   It's too late to ponder anything; it's a school night, after all! As everyone goes off to their bedroom --

  (Can you blame me? The triplets are moving out in three days! Also Fiona wants science related stuff all the time!)

    An idea suddenly hit me. I should do something where Gwen and Heather don't have any prior experience in! I quickly went to Emma's Simology panel:

Before you ask, I have to take an actual screenshot in Windows and paste it into MS Paint so tags can show up.

   Alright. Gwen and Heather better get their rears in gear -- it's gonna be on like Donkey Kong! But first, meditation.

    Shortly after that piece of tranquilness, Em marched right up to her sisters' bedroom and ordered them out of bed.

@ Gwen - omen?

 Since school's going to begin soon, one of them has to play around with the training dummy -- 

 Oh, nice!

Oh, wait.

  Em has a long day ahead of her. Her couch bed hasn't been doing her any favors, so, off she goes into Heather's bed, whilst the sisters took turns in the workout room. Since Heather started first, she got to her white belt first.

She's in it to win it!

  Gwen, meanwhile, practiced with the dummy the way a vaudeville actress would.

  And Angie managed to get some cash and inspiration (with the actual army's baby close by).

  Oh, and Gwen got her belt too, but rather than pulling nightmare faces on us, she swore vengeance on her mom's pseudo MacBook that always freaking breaks. 

  Before the twins fought for honor, glory and WooHoo, however, pleasantries were exchanged.

  And off they go to the Peculiar Pool for some nice sisterly sparring. As in actual hand to hand combat, not passive aggressive remarks on each other's fashion senses.

  And here to set the mood:

                                                                FIGHT!

                           AND THE WINNER IS




                            ANGELINE


                                  since, y'know, it's her birthday.

Her very derpy birthday.

   I'll be honest, I was hoping to have a breathing contest in the pool as a tie breaker, but the teens' curfew set in and they ran home like the nice law abiding Sims they are. 

   In lieu of that, the grande finale was placed in the kitchen. 

Where all women inevitably end up in life.

   Oh yeah, the two leveled up in their fights, so expect . . . the same exact animations.
Anyway. 

                                 AND THE WINNER IS

                       
                        FINISH HER

    That works, too.

   Just to explain, the Heir Salon will be a list of challenges I present to the two youngest girls of each generation, because just choosing the last one born is kind of boring. 

   And who else to end the night with but Emma the Meditation Master.

"I can only teach you the ways of martial arts, not childbirth."

 Also, Angie in her new swanky onesies.

"Hey mom, what does a piece of firewood and your wardrobe have in common?  They'll burn eventually."