tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186448302342752002011-09-06T02:01:20.582-07:00mmmcheezy225noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618644830234275200.post-31757679078653943852009-02-03T23:20:00.000-08:002009-02-03T23:38:39.080-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SYlC0cWfz6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/STIYPSnaZsc/s1600-h/snapshot_5680eda6_969252d0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SYlC0cWfz6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/STIYPSnaZsc/s320/snapshot_5680eda6_969252d0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298839905309282210" border="0" /></a>Lucas and I moved out of Metro Apartments and into our cozy new home in 04 Linden Road.<br />Lucas had to take out a huge loan; $20000, to be exact, in order to be able to build this house.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SYlCwW8Mj4I/AAAAAAAAAII/w_ucgO4wq7o/s1600-h/snapshot_5680eda6_96925add.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SYlCwW8Mj4I/AAAAAAAAAII/w_ucgO4wq7o/s320/snapshot_5680eda6_96925add.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298839835137314690" border="0" /></a>We gave birth to Jillian; a healthy baby boy. He looks just like me, but he's got his father's eyes.<br />Those precious green eyes.<br /><br />Thank goodness Jillian was born, though. He couldn't have come at a better time. Not so much financially, but more for our marriage. He's been acting strangely and I cannot seem to put my finger on it as to why.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SYlCrLbw_JI/AAAAAAAAAIA/erVlp6vJEGo/s1600-h/snapshot_5680eda6_d694e285.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SYlCrLbw_JI/AAAAAAAAAIA/erVlp6vJEGo/s320/snapshot_5680eda6_d694e285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298839746149153938" border="0" /></a>Ever since Jillian came, though, Lucas' life suddenly had "meaning". Whatever that's supposed to mean.<br />I'm just happy he's more or less himself now.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SYlCk76zp7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/ATn-BrdofH0/s1600-h/snapshot_5680eda6_b694e1ff.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SYlCk76zp7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/ATn-BrdofH0/s320/snapshot_5680eda6_b694e1ff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298839638905169842" border="0" /></a>We gazed upon the winter sky for hours, I mean, just look at it!<br />What a lovely, starry night.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SYlCcoPmdcI/AAAAAAAAAHw/w3Z2FGrnkNE/s1600-h/snapshot_5680eda6_b694eec7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SYlCcoPmdcI/AAAAAAAAAHw/w3Z2FGrnkNE/s320/snapshot_5680eda6_b694eec7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298839496184722882" border="0" /></a>I've been working long hours to try and make ends meet.<br />I make a nice paycheck as a congresswoman, but at the end of the day (after bills and loan payments), I'm lucky if I have as much as $546 in my wallet.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SYlCU4lz-gI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Rp2s9lNAVWM/s1600-h/snapshot_5680eda6_b694f285.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SYlCU4lz-gI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Rp2s9lNAVWM/s320/snapshot_5680eda6_b694f285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298839363133897218" border="0" /></a>Jillian turned 3 on Simday 30, the little bugger.<br />He's a doll, but he's also a screamer. A siren, if you will. *smiles*<br />I'm extremely glad I was able to save up enough for his nursery. Man, I just want this loan business to be over and dealt with...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618644830234275200-3175767907865394385?l=lmpinciottijournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mmmcheezy225noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618644830234275200.post-85890682088102034092009-01-21T22:11:00.000-08:002009-01-29T15:01:36.129-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXgPKLFAKeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/S0jRqbgnJWA/s1600-h/snapshot_766fd9c0_f680ff73.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXgPKLFAKeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/S0jRqbgnJWA/s320/snapshot_766fd9c0_f680ff73.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293998029420898786" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Nice, isn't it? It's been two days here and counting. We live next door to some very locally famous people, too.<br />We were forced to move here due to the Home Owner's Act that is hopefully temporary and not permanent. It reads that in order to finance the Hood Council, everyone (except those with a land right) must live here until the one-year lease is up, or we can pay $20,000. But no one has that money. Even Mayor Ray lives here! Although, it's just until the Mayor's Mansion is built.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXgQj1JgjsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/H6psNDAWP9k/s1600-h/snapshot_5680eda6_36827aa4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXgQj1JgjsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/H6psNDAWP9k/s320/snapshot_5680eda6_36827aa4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293999569722445506" border="0" /></a>My wife is all work ethic; almost nothing else. She's popularity driven, and aspires to be the next Mayor. I usually have to get my fixings on the side because I can't always get the main course, if you know what I'm saying.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXgQSjJYlhI/AAAAAAAAAEs/6pnat8uttrE/s1600-h/snapshot_5680eda6_56827723.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXgQSjJYlhI/AAAAAAAAAEs/6pnat8uttrE/s320/snapshot_5680eda6_56827723.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293999272832308754" border="0" /></a>Don't get me wrong, I love my wife, but she can't expect me to just wait for her to put out when she feels like it! I'm a <span style="font-weight: bold;">dude</span>! I'm young! I need this type of attention on a daily basis.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXgRWcTCVpI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Vhs6CNIjus4/s1600-h/snapshot_5680eda6_d682803a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXgRWcTCVpI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Vhs6CNIjus4/s320/snapshot_5680eda6_d682803a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294000439224850066" border="0" /></a><br />I began meeting some sims on www.romancesims.com, since SimMatch.com is only for commitments, and with RomanceSims, you can have it; no strings attached. I found Marylena Hamilton and Jan Tellerman. Except, Jan was really mean on the phone. We just clashed.<br />So, I'm going for Marylena instead.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXgR8oZZ5OI/AAAAAAAAAFE/g5_pzwZ7UJ4/s1600-h/snapshot_5680eda6_f6828b0f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXgR8oZZ5OI/AAAAAAAAAFE/g5_pzwZ7UJ4/s320/snapshot_5680eda6_f6828b0f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294001095307814114" border="0" /></a>I found another girl named September Ash over SimSpace (only really for friends). She's a family sim, so she'll be all prudish and wanting commitment. I'll also have to ditch my wedding ring. And the worst part of it all; she's a newlywed with Johnothan Ash. Oh well, she'll just be harder to woo. That's all.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXgSbWmKZOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/H1vOVd7tcCo/s1600-h/snapshot_5680eda6_56827f58.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXgSbWmKZOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/H1vOVd7tcCo/s320/snapshot_5680eda6_56827f58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294001623105430754" border="0" /></a>My wife wasn't always a stick in the mud; and she knew about my wild past. I sometimes find myself looking at our old pictures. I hope she doesn't find out I'm cheating. And if she does; true love conquers all...right?<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618644830234275200-8589068208810203409?l=lmpinciottijournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mmmcheezy225noreply@blogger.com1