Farm Animal Legacy Challenge

So @dust-bubbles and @amessofsims and I came up with this 8 generation legacy challenge themed around Farm Animals. We hope you play it and just have fun with it! If you post this please tag it with the hashtag #ts4farmlegacy We would LOVE to see your game! We will all also be playing and posting it on our blogs!

Rules:  Must complete career unless stated otherwise, Must complete aspiration. Must represent the colors of the animal. Have fun! 

Gen 1: Pig

Aspiration:  Master Chef

Traits: Slob, Glutton, and Lazy

You escaped the farm in the search for more food. Food. Your one true passion in life. After seeing the world outside you decided to stay there, and create your own linage of farm animals.


-Must be in the Cooking Career 

- Hygiene bar must be yellow at almost all times.

 - Master the Cooking Skill.

 - Lots of eating.

- No working out 

- Have max 3 kids.

Gen 2: Chicken

Aspiration:  City Native

Traits: Foodie, Insane, and Clumsy

The outside world was a lot different than the farm your parents told you about. The farm seemed to have a lot less things blocking your way, and now it’s hard to find your way around. When you enter the big world all by yourself you can’t really take it in. You become a Secret Agent so you can pretend this world is just the set of an action movie. It doesn’t work, you go insane.


- Live in San Myshuno (preferably Chic Street).

 - Master the Secret Agent career.

 - Be pregnant or make spouse pregnant at least 3 times.

 - Master the Dancing and Singing skills  

Gen 3: Horse

Aspiration:  Body Builder

Traits: Active, Perfectionist, and Genius

Your ancestors weren’t exactly perfect. Your parent being insane and all this food your grandparent talked about have made your goal in life to be smart, and healthy.


-Master the Athletic and Logic skill 

- Must be in the Athlete Career

 - Only have 1 kid/ 1 set of twins/triplets

Gen 4: Goat

Aspiration:  Joke Star

Traits: Goofball, Hotheaded, and Childish

Your parent was so engulfed in their career they never had time for you you always goofed off with your other parent in order to make things better you became angry at your other parent. You swore NEVER to be like them. HA good joke


- Must be in the Entertainment career (comedian branch) 

- Only have 1 kid that doesn’t have a good relationship with either parent. 

 - that doesn’t have a good relationship with either parent. - Master the Comedy skill

Gen 5: Rabbit

Aspiration: Serial Romantic

Traits: Family Oriented, Romantic, and Good

You have always been considered the cute one. So fluffy and small. But if someone angers you, they’ll get to see a not as cute version of you.


- Must be a stay at home parent

 - Must have 6 kids or more with 3 or more different partners. 

- Master the Baking and Parenting skill 

- Must Never Marry

Gen 6: Duck

Aspiration: Freelance Botanist

Traits: Loves Outdoors, Mean, and Evil

A duck. Not the first animal people could consider evil. Oh boy they were wrong.


- Master the Criminal Career (any branch).

 - Master the Gardening and Mischief skill 

- Marry then divorce but keep money and house. Marry a second time with co-worker.

Gen 7: Zebra

Aspiration: Painter Extrodinare

Traits: Creative, Unflirty, and Self Assured

All your ancestors were farm animals. But not you. You were always different, but you didn’t mind. More?


- Must be in the Artist Career 

- Master the Painting skill

 - Only date once and marry that sim

 - Have max 2 kids

Gen 8: Cow


Renaissance Sim


Ambitious, Outgoing, and Materialistic

Out from the exotic Zebra sprang… a cow. You were not nearly as cool as your parent and you decided to something about it. You became…SUPERIOR


- Master the Political Career (Politician branch) 

- Live in a huge house/apartment 

- Master 2 skills

 - Have a cowplant 

- Drink a lot of milk

Mama Will Be Fine, Pt. 1

Sam x Reader

Word Count: >1K



It was moments like this that Sam was thankful he had a key to your house. Moment where when you didn’t answer your phone after 4 rings because you loved listening to your own ringtone, he knew something was wrong.

You were a widowed mother of two little boys and Sam was the next door neighbor you leaned on after the untimely death of your husband. Sam and your husband were good friends and frequently helped each other on home improvement projects. Which came in handy for Sam because he bought an old rundown fixer-upper. Your husband’s death hit him hard and he swore to himself that he would look after you and your children.

If something had happened to you, who would take care of your children? Sam already knew the answer to that, but he didn’t dare bring it up because it would reopen searing wounds in you that were just starting to heal.

Sam ran to your front door and banged on it. No answer.

“Y/N? Are you in there?” he called out through the door. Again, no answer. “It’s Sam. Is everything alright?”

Sam placed his ear to the door and listened hard. All he could hear were your sons screaming and crying as loud as they could. As if they were praying someone would hear them.

He knew you only kept the blinds for the windows facing the backyard rolled up at all times. So he made his way to the backyard and hopped the short chain-link fence. Some of the fencing needed to be either repaired and replaced and he made a mental note to do that for you once this crisis had passed.

He looked in the window of the living room first and saw both your boys. Neither of them were dressed and they were wearing dirty diapers that desperately needed to be changed. Were they hungry? Were they fed at all today? They cried like they were in pain.

When Sam didn’t see you with them in the living room, he looked into the kitchen. And his heart dropped to his knees at the sight of you, sprawled out on the kitchen floor, a broken glass of milk at your feet. You weren’t moving at all. Your son’s cries did not stir you. And since they looked like they’d been crying for a long time, that told him that you’d been unconscious for even longer.

Panic rose in Sam. He ran back to the front of the house. With a shaky hand, he unlocked the door. But when he tried to open it, it stuck. “Damnit!” he said. “She has the sliding lock in place.”

He took a step back, and a deep breath, and kicked in the door as hard as he could, hoping and praying the boys weren’t anywhere near it.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, your sons ran up to Sam. Their scared looks broke his heart.

“Unky Sammy,” your four year old sniffled, “hungy”

“Unky Sammy,” exclaimed your two year old. He was trying to take his diaper off. Sam managed to stop him. “Mama sick. Wan milky”

“Mama’s sick?” Sam said. He went into the kitchen and dropped to your side. He rolled you over and saw how bad things really were. You were paler than a ghost and had a nosebleed.

“Y/N?!” Sam rasped. He picked your upper body up gingerly and cradled you in his strong, protective arms. “Y/N!” He gently ran his hand over your face, and felt that you had a fever that would rival the temperature on Mercury. He felt your pulse, and leaned his face close to yours to feel for breathing. Relief washed over him in fierce waves when he found a rapid weak pulse and your breathing. He needed to get your fever under control. An ice bath would help. But he knew that he needed to tend to your boys before he could help you.

He picked you up in his arms and carried you to the bedroom you used to share with your husband, your sons following closely behind. He laid you down softly and turned back to the boys, both of them showing the same scared expression on their face standing in the doorway.

“Mommy,” your four year old said. His little brother started crying again. The older child put his arm around his little brother and the little one stopped crying. It reminded Sam of how protective and comforting his older brother Dean was when they were boys. He left you in bed and approached the boys, closing the door behind him.

Sam wasted no time with taking care of your brave boys. He changed both of their diapers and made them lunch. He didn’t know how long they’d gone without food so he made extra sandwiches for them and made sure they drank all of their milk. Then he dressed them and they were tired enough to take a nap. Once your sons were safe in their beds, Sam ran back to his house and grabbed a change of clothes and his shampoo. He wasn’t going to leave you alone until he knew you were safe and well.

He emptied your entire ice maker’s stock of ice into the master bathroom garden tub and turned on the cold water and plugged the drain. While it was filling up, he went back to you and made sure you still had your vital signs about you. Sam didn’t bother to undress you. He felt he’d already wasted enough time in caring for you by caring for your sons first. Not that he believe he did anything wrong, but it was better that way. He carried you to the tub, and smoothly lowered you into the water.

Panic flooded Sam’s insides when you didn’t even flinch at the ice water. You stayed unconscious. He ran to go grab the thermometer you kept in your nightstand drawer. He lifted your arm up and slipped the probe in the crook of your underarm. The 20 seconds it took to take your temperature felt like hours. But when it beeped wildly and he removed it from your skin he look at it. And his breath caught in his chest.

It read 106.2.

He knew there was nothing he could do except keep the bath water ice cold and monitor your temperature. So Sam did just that.

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You have two gardens: your own garden and that of your beloved. First, you have to take care of your own garden and master the art of gardening. In each one of us there are flowers and there is also garbage. The garbage is the anger, fear, discrimination, and jealousy within us. If you water the garbage, you will strengthen the negative seeds. If you water the flowers of compassion, understanding, and love, you will strengthen the positive seeds. What you grow is up to you.
—  Thich Nhat Hnah
Disney Princesses Inspired Legacy Challenge

So. Because some people believe that all the Disney princesses are the same, I decided to create this challenge in order to prove that they all have unique personalities and traits that make them special. I hope I managed to do that. Have fun 


Oh and by the way! If you decide to try out this challenge and want to share it with the whole universe, just post your screenshots with the #ts4princesslife

Basic rules:

1.Your sims don’t have to be females.

2.Your sims’ ethnicity doesn’t have to be the same as the original princess’ ethnicity.

3.But their appearance must be similar.

4.You can live wherever you want. (except Snow White and Aurora)

5.You can marry whoever you want (except Pocahontas).

6. You have to complete their life aspirations. 

 Generation one: Snow White

You just escaped your evil stepmother and moved to San Myshuno to start a new life. Even though you feel kind of lost in this big city that you’re not used to, that’s not your biggest problem, but the fact that you just can’t find love. But who knows? Maybe one day you will meet the love of your life under the most unexpected circumstance.

Traits: Cheerful, Noncommittal, Romantic

Life aspiration: Serial romantic


- Have 8 boyfriends/girlfriends

- Marry the 8th  one

- Only have one child with one of your first 4 partners, and break up with them before the child is born

Generation two: Cinderella

You never had a close relationship with any of your parents as you’ve never met one of them, and the other one was rarely at home, and when she/he was, she/he was too busy making out with some shady man/woman. Even as a child, you had to take care of yourself and when you finally become a teenager you fall in love with one of your classmates and decide to move in with them, swearing not to make the same mistakes as your parents.

Traits: Neat, Family-Oriented, Good

Life aspiration: Successful Lineage


- Move out of your house as a teenager and NEVER talk to your parents again

- Only have one boyfriend/girlfriend and marry them as a young adult

- Master the cooking skill

- Have a child as a young adult

- Live in a house worth at least 100.000$

Generation three: Aurora

You grew up in an amazing environment; your parents always took care of you and offered you anything you’ve ever asked for. But because of that, you became kind of… lazy. Even though you would love marrying a rich person and do nothing for the rest of your life, you just can’t fight the fact that you are also a hopeless romantic, and deep down, you just want to marry the love of your life and live happily ever after with them.

Traits: Lazy, Romantic, Good

Life aspiration: Soulmate


- Get married as a young adult

- Move to Willow Creek with your spouse

-Have at least 4 children with them

Generation four: Ariel

You always felt like you didn’t belong to your family. Your parents seemed so obsessed with the way other people see them, and you just couldn't stand that. As a teenager, you spend most of your spare time outdoors, fishing and swimming. You just love spending time around lakes, oceans and all that stuff. 

Traits: Loves the outdoors, Cheerful, Outgoing

Life aspiration: Angling Ace 


- Master the fishing skill

- Never have a job and win all your money by selling fish

- Get married as an adult with someone who also loves the outdoors 

- Have your first child as an adult

 Generation five: Belle

You never understood your parents’ love for the outside world. YOU JUST COULDN’T OKAY? You have a warm heart and you enjoy reading as much as you parents enjoy fishing. Since you were a teenager you’ve been dreaming of becoming a writer and as an adult, you actually start working on this dream of yours. 

Traits: Bookworm, Good, Genius 

Life aspiration: Bestselling author


- Master the writing skill

- Master the writer career (author branch)

- Marry someone who is hot-headed 

Generation six: Pocahontas 

You’ve never liked your dad that much but always had a very close relationship with your mom even though you two are quite different. Since you were young you felt that you were connected with the nature in a way that no one else is.

Traits: Loves the outdoors, Athletic, Vegetarian 

Life aspiration: Botanist 


- Marry someone of a different race

- Master the gardening skill 

- Master the wellness skill 

Generation seven: Mulan

You are literally so tired of your mother’s/ father’s spiritual shit. They just spend all of their time meditating and sitting around bonfires and stuff… you have too much energy inside you for that type of stuff. You’ve always been the athletic type so you just spend most of your free time at the gym. But besides that, what makes you special is your kindness and your desire to help those in need. 

Traits: Athletic, Clumsy, Cheerful

Life aspiration: Bodybuilder


- Master the athletic skill

- Master the secret agent career (Diamond agent branch) 

- Marry a co-worker

Generation eight: Just be you

Mainly because during your whole childhood you’ve felt overprotected by your parents (for God knows what reason), as you grow up you decide to do whatever you want and feel! YOLO! 

Traits: insert your traits here


Rules: WHATEVER. YOU. WANT. JUST HAVE FUN BYE you’re a princess congrats

anonymous asked:

Twin suns! Oh pretty please!

One step at a time, careful and steady with his right hand on Mace shoulder as support and Commander Snow trailing only five steps behind while Ben was pretending not to see the trooper. One shuffled step at a time, steady and slow and careful.

Quiet whispers of awe and shock at seeing him up and about.

Ben who found the Sith, Ben who died, Ben who came back from the dead. Ben who was moving so very carefully and weakly.

But that didn’t bother Ben as he continued holding onto the Korun’s shoulder while shuffling along slowly, grateful that Che had allowed him to leave the Halls if only for the walk and with the stipulation of a trusted master helping him.

“The Gardens, right?” Mace questioned carefully, their tempo set to Ben’s needs. Force it was so strange not to feel like he was brushing up against static when he was around Ben, all that chaotic nature gone from the young man.

But it didn’t seem like it was doing Ben any harm.

“Gardens. I would like to have the breeze on my skin and just breath.” Ben laughed quietly before tilting his head and giving a smaller laugh. “Or I may be returning to the Halls in a few moments depending.” He grinned.

Raising his brows, Mace gave the other a long look. “Oh?”

Grinning a bit, Ben nodded towards the end of the hall. “Three, two, one.”

“BEN!” Anakin slammed around the corner, glanced about wildly until his eyes landed on his twin and then he hurdled down the hall towards the Korun and Ben.

Mace barely had time to move out of the way when Anakin crashed into Ben, lifting his twin clean off the floor and up into his arms, strong arms wrapped tightly around a narrow waist as Ben wrapped his arms around the other in return.

“You are a terrible brother and I hate you.” The blond offered, a bit muffled into the thin medical gown Ben was wearing. “Absolutely hate you.” His declaration was slightly ruined by the sniffing he was doing into the redhead’s shoulder.

“Yes I hate you too.” Ben laughed softly, feet dangling lightly off the ground in the soft slippers he was wearing. “I hate you too Anakin.” He nuzzled lightly into the dark tunic that smelled of sweat and travel. “Welcome home brother.”


“For being run through with a lightsaber, you look pretty decent.” Qui-Gon offered warmly as they crowded into the medical room that was unofficially nicknamed ‘Ben’s room’ because of the amount he had needed it throughout his apprenticeship.

With all the medication and then the occasional mishaps he had, he had spent ample time in it.

Now he was spending it there because of how he had come back.

“Well considering I’m not dead, I’d say I look decent.” Ben offered warmly as Anakin settled him into the bed, his brother taking the slippers and settling them down by the end of the bed.

“Don’t make jokes about it Ben. You didn’t have to listen to…” Anakin bit his own words of and just pushed the redhead into bed and tucked the covers around him. “Just don’t okay.”

Giving the other an apologetic smile, Ben was about to say sorry when Cody slipped in behind Qui-Gon, pulled off his helmet and dropped it on the bed by his feet and then marched to him, grasping Ben by the face and pulling him into a desperation laced kiss while stroking his glove covered thumbs beneath Ben’s eyes.

The Jedi melted, giving a low, throaty noise that Cody swallowed before the commander pulled back, giving him a long look. “NEVER do that again…sir.” He whispered, swallowing heavily and Ben made a low noise before he reached up, cupping Cody’s face and stroking the scar that curved his eye.

“Oh Cody, I apologize. I never meant to scare you.” He whispered, tugging him back into a small kiss and then glancing at the open door where Jocasta was standing with her cane, giving him a knowing smirk. “…Yes yes you old harpy, you were right.” He grinned sheepishly then hid in Cody’s shoulder when she gave a wicked snigger as she limped in.

But despite the blush that was spreading from his face to the back of his neck and the laughter of the rest of his weird little family, Ben couldn’t remember being happier then he was in that moment.


The breathtaking and expansive Gardens of the Chateau of Versailles, photographed from the air, are the epitome of French Formal Gardens. They were created by the great master architect-gardener Andre LeNotre who expanded techniques and elements he began at the Chateau de Vaux-le-Vicomte. The Sun King Louis XIV gave unprecedented power and resources that included the use of Army soldiers in clearing of woods, draining of swamps and digging lakes & canals. The gardens cover hundreds of square miles containing some 1400 fountains many of which still work and can be seen today.



Alexandria Rousseau 

Generation 1

“I always wanted to be a farmer. There is a tradition of that in my family. ”

Your family was always into the farming deal. They spent their days working hard and asked for their children to do the same. So when you turned 18, your parents surprised you with your own plot of land to continue on tradition. And having always been one to want to impress the folks. You begin creating your own small garden, dedicating your time to that rather than dealing with a dreadful 9-to-5 suit and tie job.

Have one of the “Nature” aspirations
Do not get a job. You are to live off the land.
Grow a garden with every type of plant
Get married to a sim with the trait “Loves the Outdoors”, no woohoo before marriage
Have both a boy and girl, NO adoption
Master Garden Skill

Optional Objectives:
Have spouse master Fishing Skill
Catch every kind of fish

Vaderkin takes things to the next level...

@forcearama, @resistancepilots, I blame you guys for this nonsense, also tagging @aifsaath, @tygermama, and @asokatanos.

When Vader met the Obi Wan Kenobi of his universe, he’d really thought that that was it. Captain Kenobi was handsome, witty, and brave. Yes, he was an outlaw and criminal against the Empire. Yes, the ranting about boring stuff like ‘rule by the people, for the people’ and ‘sentient rights abuses’ and ‘war crimes’ got boring sometimes but Vader found his passion and devil may care approach to the rule of law extremely attractive. 

Running missions for his adoptive father, Palpatine had gone from boring and depressing (all the screaming and anger really gets to person after a while, just because Vader is a Sith Lord doesn’t mean he doesn’t have feelings), to exciting and fun. Here was an enemy who could keep up with him in a fight, who could beat him at his own game, and best of all, might make out with him at the end of it. Still there was something missing. 

Vader was no fool when it came to love. He’d watched all ten seasons of The Flower of Varykino. He could quote from memory Coruscant Nights. He’d watched Spring comes to Alderaan every year since he was thirteen. Where were the long walks through sunlight meadows or along beaches at sunset, the heated glances coupled with agonizing restraint, the long, slow courtship, the sweet nothings? Where was the handholding, the dates in upscale restaurants, the bouquets of flowers, and of course, that most important element, the bashful confession of love, sealed with a gentle kiss. 

Vader wanted Captain Kenobi, certainly, but he had no illusions. Captain Kenobi would never marry Vader in a beautiful ceremony that involved doves and rice and scattering of little white flower petals. He had little interest in exclusivity and no interest in marriage. And he would laugh himself sick if Vader ever called him ‘pearl of my heart’. Indeed, this knowledge had been slowly eating away at him when the will of the force (actually the will of forcearama but shhhh) brought a dozen shiny new Kenobis into his world.

Master Gardener Kenobi was restrained and bashful. He was a man of peace not a warrior. He blushed and exuded delight in the force when presented with flowers. He loved holding hands and walks through beautiful scenery and nights spent lying side by side, a proper three inches apart gazing at the stars, discussing dreams for the future. He was perfect. Vader wanted  to marry him. Of course, that was moving a little fast but Vader did know that it was time to take things to the next level. It was time for Obi Wan to meet his family.

Of course, this was a delicate proposition. Master Gardener Obi Wan was gentle man. What if Father Sidious threw another fit about consorting with lightsiders and scared Obi Wan off? What if Maul talked about the pacification of Toydaria at the table (talking about work over dinner is rude and uncivilized after all)? Vader had been forced to make some extremely nasty threats to various members of his family in order to secure their cooperation. 

Still, he’d made all the arrangements. He’d cleared the Sith artefacts from the main dining room over Sidious’ vocal objections (what eyesores, Obi Wan would hate them). He’d ordered the walls of the lower floor of the palace to be repainted from intense reds and blacks to tasteful ivories and pastels. He’d filled the rooms of the ground floor with flowers and selected just the right orchestral music to play on low throughout the evening. He’d planned the menu weeks in advance and now tonight was finally the night. Obi Wan would come over and meet his family at last.

Vader took one last glance at the mirror, checking over his appearance and walked downstairs. Not a hair out of place, perfect. Father was sitting in the receiving room, whiskey in hand, glaring at the newly lavender walls as if the force of his gaze might revert them back to their previous ominous oxblood colour. Maul was staring at the bouquets of lilacs scattered throughout the room, his lip curled in disgust.

“Smile!” Vader snapped. “You promised you’d smile!! Do you want to scare away the love of my life? Do you want me to die alone??!!” Maul muttered something about showing Vader “dying alone” but both rearranged their faces into the semblance of a smile. The result was terrifying. Vader beamed, considered hugging them both, and then in a rare fit of common sense, kept his distance.

“Thank you!!!! You’ll love him, I promise!!!!! This is going to be wonderful!!!” He said. Maul growled and then stopped when Vader pouted at him. Sidious slugged back his drink and immediately poured himself another. Tonight was going to be wonderful and tomorrow, tomorrow, if all went well, Vader was going to ask Obi Wan to go steady with him. Vader couldn’t wait.    

You don’t own me part 7

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

Excerpt: “I guess so. Baekhyun is not really the type who lies to people.”

“Is that so?! Why had he lied to me then?!”, you had a real hard time keeping your voice down.

“Did he? Or is it something you told yourself because it is easier to accuse him of lying then facing the truth?”

Word count: 3147 // I hope you are satisfied because I am 😁

Warnings: Violence, Angst and stuff 😋

Author’s note: My lovelies I surpassed 300 followers! Within a month or so! I can’t believe it that so many people like my content! I think I have grown as a writer and it’s something really precious to me! So thank you for the support and please enjoy this part ♥

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Happy Monday!

February 27th, 2017

Happy Monday, everyone! I think I’m going to make these posts regular installations since Mondays are almost always rest days for me. I like to start the week with refreshers, goal setting, little bits and bobs, and things that make me smile.

My boyfriend is nearly recovered from the flu and back to work in his office now. Not going to lie, it’s nice to have the apartment to myself again. I work out of a home studio and I just cannot focus when he’s home. I love him but he’s loud, and I sort of use my ears at an extremely high level to work. So far, I show no symptoms of catching his flu. That will make me flu-free since 2009. It’s not like I’m keeping a tally and trying to rub it in, but it’s pretty damn impressive, right? I should somehow find a way to submit my immune system for official study.

Goal Setting

Push-Up Challenge: I’m starting this today. 100 push ups, 1 month. Arms have always gotten special attention from me. Though, I think I’m going to have to do modified wall push-ups at first. The plan is to build up enough strength to eventually attempt the challenge with traditional push-ups.

Eat at My Table: So, this will sound a little depressing, but people who grew up in dysfunctional families may know exactly where I’m coming from. Anyway, I’ve never really eaten at a dinner table! When my boyfriend and I rearranged the living room and cleaned up, we actually cleared our table. I’ve set it, and you know what? I don’t associate with toxic people anymore so I’m going to stop using my table as a “put all the crap you can’t find a place for” area.

Bits and Bobs

A Few Random Health Apps I Love: I just wanted to give some shout outs to some helpful health apps that I use. As it might be obvious, I use Fitbit. If you also use Fitbit and want to add me, PM me and we’ll set up this digital walking friendship and race each other! If you’re a migraineur, I recommend Migraine Buddy. I think this might be the most comprehensive digital migraine journal and it’s helped me nail down a few of my triggers and kept my appointments with my specialist highly informative for both parties. I sucked at keeping paper ones. If you have anxiety problems and want to track your mood, a habit’s effect on mood, as well have some small pocket-sized CBT exercises, check out Pacifica. I’ve been using this a lot the past few months and it’s an excellent little app to pull out when you’re getting yourself stuck in a bad thought. It will make you re-word your negative thought into something else and have you identify the thinking traps you’re using. 

Reminder: If you have any student loan payments due on the 1st, or Hell, your rent, February ends after tomorrow!

Things That Make me Smile

It’s a bit eclectic but here’s our little table (picture below). I’ve set it with several porcelain flower sculptures that were left to me after my aunt’s passing. Many of the ribbons and fake flowers in the basket came from her funeral. My aunt took my sister and I in during particularly tumultuous times of our adolescence, and we actually did eat at her table. She was a master gardener and loved all things to do with nature and forest critters. I probably would have ended up in foster care without her. So, I’m going to continue eating dinner with her.

You have two gardens: your own garden and that of your beloved. First, you have to take care of your own garden and master the art of gardening. In each one of us there are flowers and there is also garbage. The garbage is the anger, fear, discrimination, and jealousy within us. If you water the garbage, you will strengthen the negative seeds. If you water the flowers of compassion, understanding, and love, you will strengthen the positive seeds. What you grow is up to you.
—  Thich Nhat Hanh