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Season: Winter
In this post:Dorain Kauker, Allyn Kauker, Kenneth Tyson, Teresa Flores-Tyson, Jose Flores-Tyson

Kenneth had been coming to the house everyday for weeks.  Trying to prepare them all for this moment.  He knew that one day he would have to step back into the role of father.  He just never expected it to come so sudden of fast.  Never expected it to happen like this.

How could one expect something like this.  Elevators just didn’t crash.  It almost never happened.  The one time it did it took the life of a child, someone’s father, and even a grandmother.

He would have thought that by now he would have gotten use to the unexpected happening to him.  But everytime it happened it was a shock to his system.  It stopped his heart and like the most powerful earthquake imaginable it knocked his world off it’s axis.

Never to be the same again.

“Are you sure?”  He couldn’t seem to stop asking that question even though their answer was always the same.

Allyn and Dorian looked at each other.  Knowing that Kenneth did not mean any harm.  He just didn’t know what else to say.  They knew, he knew from experince that all the condolences in the world would not make their pain go away.

He was trying to offer them an out.  A way to back away from their plans.  A way to lessen their pain and the childrens pain.  They had looked at it from every angle and had come to the same conculsion each time.

“We love them like they were are own.”  Dorian explained again.  His voice deep with plain.  “But we have to go.”

“Kenneth, we are not doing this to hurt them.”  Allyn voice was pained.  Kenneth hate himself for bring up the subject again.  “But the memories here in this house.  This town.  Of Cephus.  Of Maria.   Are two much for me.”

He hadn’t expected that the mention of her.  This was about them and their son but of course her memory would still be there.  Their family photo hang proudly behind his back.

“I know.  I just…”  He paused not sure where to go from here.

“I just want you to know that you’ll always have a home here.  If you decide to come back.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll go get the children. So, they can say their goodbyes.”


  • Have you ever written an update and looked at and then realized that it needed to be changed?  Then after analyzing it for days you realize that you don’t now how to change it?  This was that update for me.  I have been looking for this for a couple of day and I wanted to change something but couldn’t figure out what.  So, I gave up and pushed published.

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Season: Winter
In this post: Victoria Hale, Dominique Keyes, Tiffany Keyes

It amazed her, the little things that seemed to through her day into a downward spiral.  The day would start out nicely, well nicely as possible since she received the call that Anton had died in an elevator accident.  Dominique would get out of bed determined to make this day different, better than the last.  It never worked as planned, something always ruined it for her.  She knew that somewhere the gods were having fun at her expense.

Today, had started out like all the rest.   Dominique was determined to finally take her mother and sisters advice and try to move forward with her life.  As they said, she was the only parent Tiffany had.  She had to pull herself together.

Breakfast was cooking on the stove, Tiffany was upstairs getting ready for school. Everything was going great, exactly like she planned.  She was setting the table when she happened to past a calendar on her way to the kitchen to get the glasses.

It hit her like a blot of lighting.  It had been a month.  A whole month.

Dominique barely made it through breakfast.  She put on her best happy mommy smile as she packed Tiffany off to school.  Then she headed into the house to call Mildred and notify her that she wouldn’t make it into Half Cafe this morning.  After getting off the phone with Mildred, she called her job to tell them she wouldn’t make it into the office this afternoon.

Instead, she headed to her room and took up a position that had become way to familiar over the past few weeks.


Victoria was getting the feeling that maybe she had failed her children in a very fundamental way.  When Dewayne had died all those years ago, she completely lost it.  Had become completely unglued at the seams.

As she watched Tiffany get off the bus, she wondered if she would have even shown a small amount of strength, back all those years ago would she have found herself in the position she was in now.  Waiting at the top steps to greet her grieving grandchild while her mother spent another day in bed “resting”.

“Where’s Mama?”

“Upstairs, taking a nap”


Yes, again.

Victoria patted the cushion next to her and waited for Tiffany to settle in.  Dominique should have been the one seating here comforting this child.  But because of her negliagnce her daughter couldn’t cope.  Maybe, if in those weeks after Dwayne’s death she hadn’t locked herself up in her room, her daughter wouldn’t be doing the same thing now.

“Mama’s sad because daddy’s never coming back?”

She hadn’t expected that, didn’t know how to answer.  Didn’t want to answer.  Her granddaugther had asked a question and so she answered the only why she knew how.


“But, I miss daddy too and I don’t sleep all day.”  The confusion, the pain, were all there.  In the voice and face.

She drew her close and held on.  Held on to Tiffany as tight as should have held on to Dominique all those years ago.

Victoria said the only thing that came to mind.  “I know baby, but your mama needs just a little bit more time.

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Season: Winter
In this post: Victoria Hale, Dominique Keyes

When the phone stared ringing Dominique had at first decided to ignore it.  Today was her day off.  The first day off that she had had in months.  She never thought her husband, Anton’s little coffee shop would have turned out to be so much work for her.

She wondered how she did it sometimes.  Holding three jobs, no four jobs.  Wife, mother, secratory, and coffee shop manager.  She was exhusted and determined not to let anything interrupt the only piece of alone time she had been granted in a long time.

She let the phone ring and go to voicemail.  Making a mental note to listen to it after lunch.

Only to have it ring again, five minutes late.  She let it go to voicemail.

Like clockwork, five minutes later it started up again.

This time she answered.  Who ever was at the other end was determined to get her attention.

Dominique doesn’t remember calling her but her mother is there.  She heard her call out her name from the bottom of the steps.  She couldn’t find the strength to answer.  She just hoped that she would know where to look.

The sounds of Victoria footsteps on the stairs, let her know that her mother was getting closer.  She silently urged her on, hoping that some special psychic mother-daughter connection would let her know how desperate she was for her warm, stable touch.

Her appearance in the room was like a valve being released.  No words were needed.  Just the soft swish of her jean covered thighs rubbing together and the muffled sound of heels meeting the carpet.

Dominique squeezed her eyes tightly together.  Trying to hold back the tears.

I must be strong.  I must.

Her senses wee on overload.  The shifting of the bed as her mother sat upon it, upset her balance making her sit up taller and straighter to keep from tilting over.  The sound of her mother’s breathing was like church bells right in her ears.  The feel of her loving arms wrapping around her body felt like a vice grip, squeezing her tight.

That was the final straw.

The tears began to fall.

They sat there, for hours or minutes.  It didn’t matter, time had no importance. Victoria held her oldest child tight, trying to soothe her pain.  Knowing that she was working in vain.   Dominique tried to control the tears, to stop their flow.  Hand gripped tightly on her knees barely keeping in the sobs.

Victoria finally let go.  Not because she wanted to but because she realized how much time had really passed.  Tiffany should be returning from her aunts house at any minute.

She stood by the window and stared at the lake not that far away.  She could see that same lake from the porch of her house.  And just like she had many times before, her daughter was now searching that same lake for strength.

Widowhood was the one thing that Victoria had hoped she and her children would never have in common.  At least, not in her lifetime.


  • Anton Keyes is the second (and final) ROS death this round.  Again, I hated killing him off.  I didn’t have any plans for the Keyes family but I thought that they were just adorable together and hated taking him away from his wife and daughter.
  • On the other hand it makes for a great storyline.  I have no idea what I am going to do with Dominique now.  Anton was on the top level of the business track and they are deeply in debt because of the house and the business he just brought.
  • No pictures of my favorite, Tiffany, this time.

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Season: Winter
In this post: Dorian Kauker, Allyn Kauker, Teresa R. Flores-Tyson, Jose C. Flores-Tyson, Cephus Kauker

Dorian couldn’t decide if he loved his schedule or hated it. Morning time seemed to be the worse part of the day in a house full of children.  No one wanted to wake up for school.  The boys always argues when told to brush their teeth.  For some reason that he could not grasp, the bathtub would always leak when it was his turn to use it.

The saving grace for working in the on Saturday afternoon was the fact that he got to take care of the important things.  Cephus had his last counseling session in Eaton and as was custom he was going to take him.  The social worker would drop to an weekend recreation program where Dorian would pick him up after work.

Allyn wasn’t good a handling these types of things.  She worried about the kids way to much.  Asked so many questions the counselor said that she was looking for problems that weren’t there.  Cephus was fine and had adjusted to his new family much better than expected.


She almost missed the sound of the phone ring.  They kept meaning to buy one for the second floor but like other non-esstenitals it got pushed to the bottom of the list or completely forgotten, until that moment when she was rushing down the stairs trying to catch it.

“I’m coming.  I’m coming.”  Allyn said like the person on the other end could hear.

They had heard the ringing downstairs.  They knew that Allyn went down to get it.  She had said she would be right back.  Then nothing.

“I’m going down to check on her.”  Teresa grabbed her teddy bear from the bed.  She felt uneasy and needed it reassurance.

Jose looked scared, something was making them both scared.  Neither could put their finger on it.

“Wait here, I’ll be back”

“Teresa.  I don’t…. I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

Teresa headed down the stairs, her footsteps much lighter than normal.  She didn’t know why but she felt that she shouldn’t make her presence known.  At the third step she came to a sudden halt as what sounded like a sob broke through the air.

Was Allyn crying?

The hairs on the back of her neck stood at attention.  She didn’t want to go any further.  Another sob and a sniffle broke the silence.

Maybe, Jose had been right.  Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.

“Cephus, Cephus, Cephus, Cephus.”  Teresa heard Allyn repeating over and over.  As harder louder sobs came out.

Teresa turned and headed back up the stairs.

“What does that mean?”

Teresa petted the fur on the teddy bear, wondering if she really should be the one telling him this.  “He’s dead.”

“Don’t say that, Teresa.”

“He is.”

“You can’t know for sure.”

Teresa looked at her brother over the bears head.  She felt bad now,  he would’t even look at her.

“I can”  She said before cuddling the bear to her chest.


  • Cephus is the first of two sims that are going to die this round.  All with the thanks of ROS. 
  • I really hated doing this because even though Ally and Dorian are just minor characters I really wanted them to have and Happily Ever After type life.  I could just see them as model parents and grandparents.  Based on how I think of them, I doubt that they will adopt or have more kids.
  • This death also made me feel bad for Teresa and Jose.  They really have suffered the last couple of rounds and now this.  Jose and Cephus were best friends and I thought of there relationship as brotherly.

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Round 10 ROS/Stuff

ROS Events: A

  • Death by Elevator – Yes, again for the second round in a row. 
  • Death by Elevator – The same ROS twice in the same round.  That’s three ROS related deaths in two rounds
  • Adoption:  I like this one, it works perfectly with the family that rolled this ROS
  • Make Like Rabbits:  I don’t know how this one will pan out or even how I am going to execute it.  

College Students: There will probably be only one update this round for university (if that).

  • Nyack Oduya
  • Meadow Thayer

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ROS Events From Round 8:

  • Death By Murder: Teresa Flores-Tyson was killed in a car crash.
  • Demoted Lose One Days Pay: Curtis Vincent
  • BBQ Party: Robin Duffy


  • Christine Lee Saunders (Parents Emily and Mildred Saunders)
  • Lisa Raye Saunders (Parents Emily and Mildred Saunders)
  • Andrew Michael Crabtree-Carr (Parents Joe Carr and Ruth Crabtree-Carr)
  • Brian Arthur Hernandez (Parents Dennis Hernandez and Angelica Alexander)
  • Eric David Murray (Parents Brent and Janet Murray
  • Maria Flores-Tyson died due to car accident.
College Students:
  • Nyack Oduya and Meadow Thayer are completed their sophomore year.
I normally post this information in a separate section of the blog but now I am going to included it in the Round ReCap to make it easier to find.
Total of 64 Residents of Oasis Valley.
By Age
  • Elders: 9 (14%)
  • Adults: 32 (50%)
  • Young Adults: 1 (2%) Meadow Thayer doesn’t count because she is not a resident of Oasis Valley
  • Teens:3 (5%)
  • Children: 10 (16%)  I was so shocked by this number I had to go back and double check
  • Toddlers: 2 (3%)
  • Infants: 7 (11%)
By Gender:
  • Male: 30 (47%)
  • Female: 34 (53%)
Random pieces of Information that I found interesting.  
  • There is an average of 2.67 sims in each household.
  • There are a total of 24 households in Oasis Valley (I didn’t count how many were playable and NPC).
  • The largest household consist of 7 sims and belongs to The Schmidt family and contains 3 generations.
  • The smallest households have 1 sim each.  There are 9 of them.

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The Phone Rings

Season: Fall
In this post: Kenneth Tyson, Maria Flores-Tyson, Dorian Kauker, Allyn Kauker, Teresa Flores-Tyson, Jose Flores-Tyson, Cephus Kauker

Maria and Kenneth sat at the dinning table, alone.  It was a rare occurence and they both savored the moment.  For the first time in weeks the house was empty of active children, Teresa and Jose were eating dinner at the Kauker’s house.  To celebrate Kenneth had made salmon another rarity for them, since the kids refused to eat fish.

“We should go on a date.”  Kenneth stated after trying to remember the last time they had done anything alone.

“Us?”  Maria questioned the idea sounding enticing.

“Yes, us.  I’ll set it up.  We can stay the night in Eaton.  I’m sure Dorian and Allyn will watch the kids.”

“You haven’t even asked them yet.”

“Of course they will.  We’ll just have to return the favor, when they want a night on the town.”


“You mean I’m stuck with the boys all by myself.” Teresa said, her face falling.

“No, you won’t be by yourself.  You can invite the Saunders girls over if Allyn is alright with it.”

“No, they go to their grandma’s house.  It’s to late to ask.”  Teresa voice took on a low whiny tone.

“We’ll Allyn will be here with you.”  Maria said trying to appease her.

“Not the same.  She old.”

Jose decided to out in and try to make his sister feel better.  “You can play cops and robbers with Cephus and me.”

Teresa let out a huge breath, tossing a pointed look in her mother’s direction.


Kenneth tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, debating the wisdom in going back into the house and pulling Maria out.  He had started the care five minutes earlier and was getting tired of the wait.

He heard the front door slam shut, his hopes soaring.  He turned and looked in the direction of the house hoping to see Maria walking down the steps to the waiting car.

For a minute he saw nothing.  His hopes dashed but as he continued to glance at the front door he saw what appeared to be little feathers floating in the air.

He snapped his head forward pretending not to notice.  He considered himself officially off duty.  Dealing with whatever Jose and Cephus had gotten into was now all on Dorian and Allyn.


Allyn couldn’t understand how the act of preparing for bed could be so noisy.  It sounded like a herd of elephants had been let loose up stairs.  She stared at the food waiting to be prepared in front of her and tried to convince herself to go upstairs and tell the boys to settle down.

A loud thump convinced her.  She would stay in the kitchen and let Dorian handle the boys.  She listened for the sound of his shoes on the stairs.  Smiling as she heard the heard him reach the top.

Dorian had finally gotten Jose and Cephus to settle down and do a quieter activity after allowing them thirty more minutes before it was lights out.  On his way back down stairs, he checked on Teresa, who was quietly reading a book.  His stomach grumbled as the smell of frying bacon scented the air.  Her probably should have eaten a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for dinner instead of waiting until the kids were sleep to eat.

The phone started to ring right as he passed it.  He picked it up, expecting it to be either Maria or Kenneth, checking up on the kids.

“Hey, Dorian.  It’s Ramin.”  The voice on the other end said after he picked up.

“What’s happening, Ramin?  Don’t tell me you guys need more help tonight.  I’m here helping my wife keep these children from tearing down the house.  I can’t come in tonight.”

Ramin cleared his throat, unsure of how to precede. “It’s not that, Dorian.  If only it was something that simple.  It’s about the Mr. and Mrs. Tyson.”

Dorian listened without commenting.  Taking each word in, trying to process them.  Trying to make sense of them.

“…. The car was struck on the side.”

“… He has been flown to the trauma center.”

Who was Ramin talking about? Not Kenneth.  Not Maria.  It couldn’t be those two.  They had only left hours ago, for a date night.  The cop in him told him that didn’t matter.  But the human side of him, the friend and father, told him that Ramin was mistaken.  That it couldn’t be Maria and Kenneth.  The same Maria and Kenneth daughter was quietly reading a book on her bed.  Or whose son was trying to be quiet, something that went completely against his nature.

“… She died on impact.”

He doesn’t remember hanging the receiver up or walking into the kitchen.  All he knows is somehow he made it to the kitchen.  That she was blissful unaware about the news he had to share.  He held his breath trying to enjoy the moment.  The innocence of it all, the sounds of the boys jumping on the bed, the food cooking on the stove.

Knowing in a moment she would be aware of him standing behind her, knowing that he would have to  be the one delivering the bad news.

The news that would forever alter all their lives.


  • A family photo of the Flores-Tyson family before I killed off Maria.  I just couldn’t end her life without at least attempting to give them a proper family portrait.

  • It was the hardest thing ever for me to kill off Maria Flores-Tyson.  She is one of the CAS that originally started Oasis Valley and I was really fond of her.  Damn ROS.  For a while I debated on if I could really care this out but I forced myself and did it.
  • The Kauker’s will move into the Flores-Tyson house and take care of the kids until Kenneth is released from the hospital.  I have a couple of updates on how the family handles the tragedy planned.

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