Bassy

 

I had more than a few words for my darling kid brother, Sebastian Ryan Plumb, who most of the world knows as Bassy.  By the way, I gave him that nickname.  Now it’s on freakin’ billboards. 

So Sety told me that Bassy was in town, and I invited him over for dinner.  I decided to show him around my rented house. 

I told him that I was in town at the special request of the Queen herself, to rid the mansion of the ghosts which had infiltrated it before her son’s wedding in a few days.  “This is the new Banshee Blaster,” I said, showing him my new toy, “the Queen herself paid for it.”

“Really?” he said. 

After telling him about the book I’m promoting and the new gig I got fighting ghosts in the royal palace, that, by the way, I’m being paid a queen’s ransom for, I decided to ask Bassy what was going on with him.

“Sebastian—”

Silence.

“Bassy, there’s something you’re not telling me.  You may be the biggest movie star in the world, but you are still and always will be my little brother.”  I have to occasionally remind him of that fact in case he gets his head swollen by his stardom.  I helped to make him what he is, and I won’t let him forget it. 

Meanwhile, upstairs my youngest daughter, Sierra, was upstairs watching a program on television.  Goodness, the more I look at her, the more I see myself at her age – including the fact that she refuses to wear a dress.

Thing is, I can’t tell her anything because I was the exact same way.  Hmm, still am.  I still hate makeup and dresses, but I force myself to wear them for work and at photo shoots. 

After I dared Bassy to talk, we walked into the kitchen. 

We walked inside the kitchen.  The pecking order is still the same, I go first and he follows behind.  It’s been that way since we were young and it’s not going to change now, lol.  I protect him.  It’s my job. 

So Aubrey, our butler in Hidden Springs, has made hamburgers for dinner, and we walked into the kitchen to eat them.  Our new friend, Gabriella Ornales, has joined us.  Gabriella lost her husband last sim year, and moved to Hidden Springs in order to find a mate.  Meanwhile, she’s having too much fun blowing away the money he left her, lol. 

I sat on one end of the table, Bassy was on the other end.  Sage was seated next to him, Gabriella next to Sage, and Andy on the other side of him.  Sierra came downstairs later and took a seat next to Andy. 

Anyway, Bassy drops this major bombshell.

“I’m writing a screenplay.”

Really, Bassy?

“It’s about this movie star, right, he’s the son of a composer, he wants to be a composer too but he’s afraid of stepping into his dad’s shadow … anyway, he has these three women in his life …”

O-kay.  Bassy, you sure you’re not writing about yourself?  Have you had one too many spline reticulators?

“Hold it, Bassy, wait a minute… three women?”

“Is it always like this at your dinners?” laughed Gabriella.

“Pretty much,” Andy laughed back, “you should see when her parents join us.”

“His co-star, his childhood sweetheart and his mom.”

“I cleared everyone out, Bassy… it’s just you and me.  Now fess up.  What the hell is going on?”

Bassy took a deep breath.  “Ok, remember back home in Sunset Valley that I was kinda sorta dating Daisy Ramsey?”

“Yeah.”

“And remember I told you about this girl Kyra that I met in Bridgeport?”

“Yeah.  Vaguely.”

Bassy told me everything.  Of course I knew a lot of this because Satis and Sage gobble up the gossip rags like candy. 

“So let me get this straight.  You didn’t tell Daisy you were seeing Kyra, and you didn’t tell Kyra you were seeing Daisy.”

Bassy nodded. “Then when I came back to Sunset Valley I had to tell Daisy the truth.  She hasn’t spoken to me since.  I can’t say I blame her.”

“What about Kyra?” I asked.

“After I told Kyra about Daisy, she went to the press and told this reporter that she is pregnant.  She says I’m the father.”

I sighed and shook my head.  “Oh, Bassy.  I can’t believe you got yourself into this mess.”

“You can’t believe it?” Bassy whispered.  “What about me?”

I sighed again.  “Bassy, you better hope and pray to the Watcher that this isn’t your child, or you are in a whole hell of a lot of trouble.  You need a DNA test.  And you need to tell Kyra right away.” After demanding a DNA test – by the way, the 2nd DNA test I’ve demanded for Bassy, the first was from the photographer I hired to photograph my family -- I took a deep breath and sternly warned, “But, I will say this.  If this is your child, Sebastian, you have to step up and take responsibility.  You have to be a father.  Your childhood is over, you’ve got to grow up and be a man.”

Woman About Town

The mountains are absolutely beautiful.  Too bad I’m utterly miserable here.  I’m a beach bunny and I don’t see a single beach in sight. 

Andy’s made new friends quickly.  Just yesterday he went out with the fellas to their favorite fishing spots. 

Meanwhile, I’m feeling a bit left out in the cold.

So, while Andy was asleep and the kids were at school, I took matters into my own hands.  Sick of moping around our rented house, I decided to poke about town. 

I came to this secluded little picnic area and this mysterious little fountain.  I wondered if this was the noted ‘Fountain of Youth’ talked about in the brochures.  Is this the healing spring my mother’s doctors advised her to seek? 

My curiosity piqued, I knelt down and took a sip.  It was the most refreshing water I’d ever tasted.  A simday was added to my life.  It felt great.

 

The next place I entered was the local spa.  Easily the biggest spa I’ve ever seen. 

There, I passed by a strange woman on a bass??? 

I took a deluxe foot massage on one of their deluxe recliner chairs.  The motorized voice tried to be soothing, but I found her ingratiating. 

I watched the bass player for a good five minutes.  It was her and the instrument.  She saw no one or nothing else. 

I decided, while she was playing, to take out my phone and get a pic. 

Sorry for the lack of updates…

 

Author’s note:  My game is NOT cooperating with me and hasn’t been for some time.  I’m on the search for a new computer and if that doesn’t work, it could be time to say good bye to the Plumbs. 

Hey, it’s me, Savannah Plumb Cheesman.  I’m not dead, it just feels like I am sometimes.  :\

So, Satis and I were talking over breakfast.  It was just me and her left in the house after the other kids had gone off to school.  She’s due to become YA soon and I asked her about her future plans.  “So, an apartment, a house, what?”

I was stunned by her response.  “Return to Egypt.”

“Why?” I asked.  “It’s dangerous there now!  Much more than when I went.”  I can’t say that I’m up to date with the current political situation in Egypt, but I know it’s total chaos there.

“Egypt needs me.”

I let out a deep breath.  I couldn’t tell Satis that she’d be resented even more because she was raised in the States by a blond, green-eyed Anglo Simerican.  I can’t tell anyone anything anymore.  I have to bite my tongue.  It sucks.  I so wanted to tell Satis not to go to Egypt.  But I couldn’t.  I just couldn’t. 

What’s happened to me?  Have I become – soft – in my advanced age?  Ewww, I hate that word. 

This picture was recently published in one of the tabloids, of AJ and his roommate, a kid named Grayson O’Connor.  Seriously, who’d send a KID to Fort Starch?  He had to have REALLY acted up.  Apparently they separated Sety and AJ, which was recommended by the judge.

Andy’s already made himself a few new friends, and they talk about sports and stuff.  I hate it here in Hidden Springs and am kind of feeling left out.  I thought getting Fireball would help but it really hasn’t, as I’m not as much of a horse person as I thought I would be.

We (well, Andy) got Sage a $1400 simolean Hanoverian show horse named Traveller for her teen birthday.  Though the poor creature was wiped from his journey to our rented house. 

City Girls Don’t Ride Horses, or, Our First Week in Hidden Springs

 

Hello, this is me, Savannah.  Well, we’ve been in Hidden Springs for about a week, and I’d like to introduce the newest member of the family – Fireball.  He is a magnificent thoroughbred horse that I got from this breeder in town. 

She said her name is Fran Van der something, I didn’t catch her last name.  She raises thoroughbreds. 

These are Fireball’s parents, his mare and his sire, Angel and Charlie.  I think Fireball looks a lot more like his sire.

It’s been two days since Sety and AJ went off to Fort Starch Academy.  The house is very quiet without them.  Sety is due to return in 4 days anyway, AJ will be gone longer. 

I let Sage brush Fireball’s coat.  Seemed to get her mind off her brothers being gone, at least for awhile. 

Otherwise, the poor girl was falling asleep watching the Fishing channel…

Hidden Springs

 

Hey it’s me, Satis.  Guess what.  We’ve moved (hopefully temporarily) to Hidden Springs.  I didn’t want to, mom didn’t want to, but dad insisted on it.  He thinks it’ll be good for us, especially with all the bad press my brothers have gotten, to just lay low for awhile. 

This is the house we’re currently renting in Hidden Springs.  It’ll have to do until it’s renovated top to bottom. 

I was called in yesterday by my grandfather, who is renting this place just around the bend from us.  I’m in awe of him, actually.  He grew up on this farm in Sunset Valley and is now so rich he can afford his own town.  He’s here because my grandmother’s new doctor, who is this new-age-guru type, has her trying out this new medicine from the mountain spring. 

Oh and guess what?

Meet the newest member of the family, Fireball.  He’s a thoroughbred horse.  He’s mostly mom’s horse. 

Things are pretty different around here.  Sety even scatters hay – on his own.

He even made us hot dogs last night. 

Dad and AJ scattered hay around as well.  Something about father-son bonding, dad said.  Especially since AJ is going to Fort Starch tomorrow. 

Mom is even a different person.  More relaxed.  Not as tightly wound up.

Of course, she looked like a scared deer when she got on her horse for the first time.  Remember, this is the woman who faced down a mummy in Al-Simhara.  I posted the pic on Simbook.

Fireball even tossed her on her bum.  And you know what?  She didn’t even get upset.  She just got up and hailed a cab back home. 

Some brief thoughts on Sage

Hey, it’s me, Satis.

I was babysitting for Sage and Sierra the other night.  Let me tell you guys about Sage.  I’m not sure she even knows that the boys are going to be breaking down doors to see her.  I mean, if there was ever a real-life Skipper doll, she is it.  I’m sure if mom didn’t keep her on a leash Bridgeport would come calling.  Blond hair, blue eyes, tanned beach-bunny complexion.  I’m an ugly duckling in comparison.

Anyway, I was curious about her thoughts on mom and dad moving us to Hidden Springs.  I have already told them that I don’t want to move, especially away from my friends and Michael.  But Sage?

“I really don’t care either way,” she says in-between bites of peanut butter. 

Really, Sage?  I don’t know if she’s actually telling the truth or if she’s just being disingenuous (sp?) .

I worry about Sage sometimes, that she is getting lost in the shuffle, what with all the things going on with Sety and AJ and Sierra being basically a royal pain.  To her credit she’s been a trooper, but for how long?  I wonder if she’ll crack, too, when she turns teen, the way AJ did.  We have two simdays to wait. 

It’s official

 

Hey, it’s me, Satis, just checking in for a spell.

A lot of things are official.

First off, my brothers are actually leaving for Fort Starch Military Academy.  It was actually court ordered so they have no choice but to go.  When they do leave there won’t be a dry eye in the place.

It’s official, Crown Prince Sebastian in Hidden Springs announced his engagement to that girl Ella Carlisle. 

It’s also official that mom and dad are actively seeking property there.  I don’t know how to feel about possibly moving away from my friends and all our relatives.  In fact, my dad thinks he’s fallen in love with this house:

Nice, but I can’t see myself living there.  The mountains are lovely though.  But I’m a warm weather girl.  First, coming from the Egyptian desert and then moving to Sunset Valley, I don’t know how I’m going to adjust to the cooler mountain air, if it indeed comes to that. 

It’s also official that mom and dad are still madly in love with each other.  Sigh.  They act like teenagers sometimes, especially dad.  He still acts like a lovesick teenage boy. 

Oooh… while I’m on the subject of lovesick teenage boys…

The one in my life is named Michael Falcon-Purnell.  He’s okay looking and all, with gray eyes and jet black hair, and and he’s a little on the geeky side, and I pretty much know he’ll treat me like the Egyptian goddess I’m named after, but I’m not all that sure if he’s the one for me. 

Come to think of it, I’m not sure of anything anymore.  I wish it were simple like it used to be. 

I mean, when we were little, Sety and I used to be inseparable.  Of course, we kind of had no choice in the matter, given that my father was who he was.  But still, Sety and I used to be close.  Now he is like a stranger.  I hardly know him anymore. Instead he is much closer to my other brother, AJ.  AJ was born right after we got to Sunset Valley and is as fluent in Arabic as Sety and I are, due to the fact that he shared our Egyptian nursemaid, Halima Meshkenet.   Surely Sety and I aren’t that different, I wouldn’t think.  So why is he headed to military school?  I don’t have any answers.