Afterlife – The Reckoning


Because the Sims 2 Exchange is full of epic fail… and I have way too many ADHD issues to make myself wait until they stop being a bunch of failures, I’ve decided to upload the little I do have of Afterlife onto my blog. I’ll try and update this again one of these days. Hopefully… yeah…On with the story.

snapshot_16c84372_f6ed44faAfterlife: The Reckoning by MonkeeGoddess/Ms.Perception


Kali didn’t know why or even how but today was going to end badly. Very badly. She had the feeling when the first thing she did upon waking that morning was knock over a picture of Caleb and herself that was on her nightstand. The result was a jagged crack in the glass that ran across the two of them.

Her next indication that this day was going to end badly came when she received what she would later refer to as the “Cryptic Text That Started All This Crap”.


It was a simple text that told her to watch what was most precious and came from an unknown number. She was so consumed with running through a list of what on earth that message could be referring to that she failed to notice the bloody yolk coming from the eggs she had previously been intending on cooking. Further examination of the eggs in the carton revealed that they were all bloody.

Now if that wasn’t an omen, she didn’t know what was.

Her final sign that today was going to end in nothing but pain, sadness and horrible, gut wrenching badness came when she finally decided to give it up and go back to bed and try it all again the next day. Her way back to bed was blocked by a 150 pounds of nervous energy. She could tell that whatever he was going to say was going to make her wish that she had just pushed past him, but honestly even she wasn’t expecting….

“Tell me the truth. Are you my mom?”

Kali blinked owlishly at the boy. He stared back with steely eyed determination. She licked her lips. He remained irrationally calm. Something about that calm annoyed her. Reminded her too much of his father which helped the lie.

“No, I’m not. Where’d you get that idea from?”

Apparently this was the wrong thing to say.


His eyes flashed briefly before the mask slid into place. “Why are you lying?”

“I’m not. I’m not your mother, Caleb. Don’t you think I would have told you that by now if I was?”

“No,” Caleb retorted. Well, at least she could say she hadn’t raised a fool. Still he could back off a little. Wait, what was he saying? Something about being told his real parents were alive and in town. Either someone was lying to him or… someone knew the truth.

“Who told you that?”

“Does it matter?”

“Caleb! Who told you about your parents?”

“Your cousin, Ariel or whatever his name was.”

Azazel? Kali’s mind was reeling. If Azazel knew, then Pythia and Alastor had to know as well. Her father must have known too. Wait, a minute. “How did you know that? When did you talk to Az?”

Caleb rolled his eyes and looked away. “Yesterday. He and the psycho looking dude with the fugly jacket came into the shop.”

“When the hell were you planning on telling me this?”

“When were you planning to tell me about my parents? My dad? You told me he was dead!”

“He was! Well, obviously not really, but it’s complicated!”

“Then uncomplicate it for me. Are you or are you not my mother? And don’t bother lying because I’ll know.”

Kali narrowed her eyes. “You’re reading me?”

Caleb looked up meeting her eyes cooly. “Way I figure it, you’re giving me no choice. So answer the question.”

Kali swallowed the lump rising in her throat. If she lied, he’d know and he’d be pissed. But if she told him the truth then everything would be ruined.



“No, you’re not?”

“No, I’m not going to answer the question.” She turned away from him, hoping to avoid seeing the disappointment in his eyes. But unfortunately when she turned around she was facing the mirror. She couldn’t help but see the different emotions flitting through his dark eyes. The pain, confusion, and hurt were all too familiar to her. But the incomprehensible anger that turned his eyes solid black struck her.

“Caleb… listen to me. Everything I’m doing is to protect you.”

“Protect me from what?” there was an icy edge to his words that froze her blood.

“From people that won’t understand who you are.”

“Well then we’ll all have something in common because I don’t either!” He shook his head. “You’re trying to protect me but you won’t tell me from what! All my life you’ve been like this. You keep me at arm’s length giving me just enough to keep me around. But never anything more than that!”


“Are you trying to make a point?”

“You say that you’re trying to protect me, but we both know that’s bull. You’re scared and you keep pushing me away. Make up your mind and tell me the truth or I’m walking out that door and I’m not coming back. Am I your son?”

It was a simple request, really. He just wanted to know who he was. But the truth was that he was right. She was scared. She was scared of what he was or rather what he would be. That’s why she couldn’t let the truth get out… more than it already was. No, she could still run damage control. She could fix this. She just had to calm him down and everything would be fine.

“Caleb, look….”

She trailed off as she realized her audience was no longer there. He was gone. Caleb was gone.


Somehow he had managed to slip out the door unnoticed. She glanced at the clock on the wall and felt what was left of her nerves shatter. Twenty minutes had passed since he issued his ultimatum. Twenty minutes of her time that was unaccounted for. The solid black eyes, the frozen time, oh yeah, Houston they had a serious problem.

She moved on auto pilot, her fingers dialing before her brain could tell her to stop. “He’s gone,” she said as a way of greeting when the other line connected. “Gabriel, our son is gone!”

Hmm, I Remember This Thing….

So remember that whole 4 month plan thing? Yeah, that didn’t work out quite as well as I thought it would. I did get the LMSW part, so there is that. As for the rest of the goals, well… yeah. Sometimes 1 out of 4 ain’t bad. I am still pretty much stuck with the annoying job from hell which thus causes me to eat unhealthy amounts of crap all day which causes me to be unmotivated to do anything about it. My therapist would love me right now.

I haven’t done much of anything that resembles fun as of late. I have been meaning to update my stories on TS2 site for awhile. But I haven’t had a chance to do so. It’s been really difficult to find any time between the soul sucking job and my unfairly comfortable couch. Oh well, I have been working on some stuff and I am going to be a lot more proactive with my blog…. I swear this time.

So this is me turning over a new leaf. I am going to start blogging more. I am going to lose the damn weight. And most importantly, I’m getting the crap out of here. Because I can’t take much more of Slap Bait’s hateful nonsense. Ok, so that’s enough from me. If anyone would like to know just how hateful the oh, so hateful one has become as of late, feel free to read on in the Whining Time section. I feel a full on rant coming on at the moment.


This is just a general announcement that I’m unveiling the new (old) section to the public. Here is where any news regarding my TS2 stories will go. It’s getting to be problematic updating my blog at the official site. When I say problematic, I mean annoying. So I’ll just be updating here. I’ll also be adding sneak peeks as I work on stuff and discuss new stories that I will be working on.

This is more so I have some where to organize my thoughts, trust me, I need it. So yeah, yay for the new section unveiling.

A little late but eh…

I’m one step closer (tee hee) to achieving my goal. I’ve got my LMSW! Yay, go me. So now the next step is finding a new job which has been an ongoing thing. The weight thing, well, we all knew that was going to be the hardest. But ever since I got Wii Fit and I had to watch my poor little Mii get all grotesque and huge, I’ve been a little more motivated to work on that, lol.

It’s nice to have people in your corner telling you that you can do it. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. ;0P

4 Month Plan…

I have come to a conclusion. I am going to change the way that I live my life. Why? Because apparently if I don’t I’m going to die at 58 years old. Yes, that’s according to death clock online which is a highly unreliable source, I know but still. Apparently it doesn’t even matter that I’m horribly overweight. All that matters is that I’m pessimistic. That seems to be the clincher. If I was fat and optimistic I could live until 92. So what is my grand master plan you ask? Lose the weight. I’m sure that if I lost some weight and stayed pessimistic I could live a little past 58. That works for me!

Now, the details of my plan. During the next four months I plan to:

-lose at least 20 pounds (by going to the gym and altering the way that I eat)

-get my social work license so I can finally be a LMSW

-get a new damn job because this one isn’t working out as well as I hoped it would

-get my provisional license so that I am eligible for school social work positions

This is my grand master plan for the next four months. This started Sunday, May 18th and will end Thursday, Sept. 18th. So during this time I will attempt to achieve at least three out of the four goals. If I got all four then I’m a superstar! And not just in the Mario Party kind of way. So there you have it. I am attempting to change my life starting now. This blog will come in fairly useful as I attempt to chronicle this feat of life changing status.

So as of May 18th, I am a weight that I will so not put down here. I’ve gone to the gym once this week. I’m doing good so far! Go me!

Ignorance is Bliss…

If that’s true, that might explain why there are so many damn happy people walking around. And why I just can’t seem to be happy lately. Between my job, my coworker (yes, hateful one is still just as hateful two months later) and ACS (hot mess those guys) I’ve just about had it with the human race. Now add in the fact that once again someone is attacking Brian over useless crap and we’re rounding out with a banner week… and it’s only Wednesday. I’m about ready to just pack everything up and move to an island where stupidity would not be allowed. This would apparently ban the vast majority of the world.

I’m just really grateful for my very awesome friends (both RL and Internet). Just the support that I get makes the days seem a little bit more bearable. And save me from slaughtering stupid coworkers. Oh and speaking of stupid coworkers. I have got to share this one with the world.

Here is the background of this latest incident of stupidity. I’m a social worker at an agency in New York. We have a parent support group and yesterday Glamour Magazine came to the group to give a presentation to the women about beauty and wellness. They also brought along gift bags with makeup that could be found at your local drug store. Now me, being me, I wanted some of the stuff but I was a good girl and backed off. Luckily my director is awesome and totally snagged some stuff for me and my friend/co-worker. So anyway, we’re dividing our booty (i.e. kicking and pushing each other to get the good stuff) when she found a lipstick that she liked. She asked me what I thought of the color and I said it looked good. Now here comes hateful ass, we’ll just call him Slap Bait to simplify things. Slap Bait decides to interject his opinion into the conversation that did not include him.

He tells my friend that color doesn’t look good on her because it wasn’t her color. Which is true but we already concluded that if she wore the right outfit, it wouldn’t matter. But of course, he being a male and all knows much more about makeup than the ones that actually wear it. And then he says what had to be the stupidest thing he’s said… this week. Nothing will top the time where he said that this group of Cubans that looked at him wrong should go back to thier own country. But he came close this time.

He proceeds to tell us that he’s an expert on hair and makeup because he has an alter ego named Anton… and he’s a gay black male that’s obsessed with fashion and makeup. Please excuse me while I hurl. Now I would like to point out that Slap Bait is in fact a short, Jewish questionably heterosexual male. That’s all I’m going to say about that. The offensive factor is high. I’m prejudiced for saying that the pregnant guy could have been lying. But he’s not prejudiced for that one. Oh yeah, that’s balanced. And one of these days I’m going to shove his short behind down the stairs.

Okay, I’m done ranting out. I’m going to now eat my baked polenta and mushrooms while worrying about going to work tomorrow and facing Slap Bait.

Pregnant men, pride vs. prejudice and iPod Touch!

I just remembered I had this thing today. Hmm. Anyway, as some people can attest I’ve been in a pretty crappy mood. I’m not going to go into full details on the off chance that someone this is actually related to finds this but suffice to say that I’m in a bad mood because of an incident at work. And it’s all that pregnant guy’s fault. What pregnant guy, you ask? Well this guy:

Now I made an innocent comment to one of my co-workers that it seems mighty suspicious that this guy was having a press conference on April 1st. Historically, that’s just not been the day you want to come out and have people take you seriously. It would be nice if it was true but I’m just too much of a skeptic to believe I guess. I’m not denying the possibility of a trans-gender person having a child. What I’m skeptical about is whether that is the case here. There are too many red flags in this case.

Well anyway, my real problem is that this comment led to an utterly unneeded debate between myself and another co-worker. I don’t really know what set him off, nor do I care to explore at this point. It took every bit of my energy not to start screaming at him right then and there. Somehow from my comment he gathered that I was prejudiced against trans gendered people just because I said this guy might be lying. I might be acting overly sensitive (it tends to happen) but that really pissed me off. I try my best to always keep an open mind and I pride myself on being tolerant to everyone. So when someone calls me prejudiced, especially when its not true, I get mad. I tried to step back and examine my own comments thinking that maybe I was just misconstruing my own words, but no, the co-worker I had originally directed the comment to was backing me and explaining my point to the other guy. But he still swore I was being prejudiced.

Sigh. Like I said, it’s probably me being overly sensitive but I just wasn’t expecting that. After the commute from hell this morning, ongoing drama with ACS and my job, I just wasn’t in the mood to deal with that. Especially not from someone I had considered to be a friend. I guess that’s what I get for trying to be nice. I think I’ll just stick to my supervisor’s advice and keep to myself. It makes it easier for everyone.

But enough of my whining, I finally cracked and decided that I need to waste some money. I mean I got this job and have yet to splurge on anything totally and utterly ridiculous. So I did. Today at 2:30 (shortly after the above incident), I purchased a brand new iPod Touch. It’s expensive but so totally worth it (I think). And according to Apple, they’ve already shipped it, so I should have it by tomorrow. Yayness! Sorry, but I’m one of those people that shop when they’re upset. And that iPod went miles in improving my mood. If not for that I would have been kicking people while on the train this evening. And there are still laws against that… stupid laws.

And there you have it. That was my day. I got yelled at about a pregnant man that may or may not be real and bought a terribly expensive mp3 player that I will love more than my cat chances are. Somehow it all balances out to be a slightly average day.

RL is a pain..

Most people know about me and my six month struggle to fin a job. Okay, if I’m really honest I didn’t really start looking until around Novemember and even then it was kind of half ass. But at any rate, there was a struggle to find gainful employment so that I wasn’t freeloading off my parents. Now that I’ve found this wonderful job the only thing I can say is that I wish I was unemployed again.

 Don’t get me wrong. I love my job. I love my co-workers. I work in an amazing building surrounded by really awesome places to eat (Burger King, McDonald’s, Applebees, its wonderful!) and I get to see really interesting cases. But still I just wish that I had some time off. Now that things are finally starting to move at work by the time I get home I’m exhausted. I barely have time to feed my cat much less work on any of the million story ideas I have floating around in my head. I have my series on TS2 site that I haven’t really even had much time to type up. Its a pain! Yes, I’m whining. Deal with it.

I know that with time I’ll learn how to balance work with play but for right now I’m stuck. I have nothing that even resembles a social life and I’m supposedly in the prime of my life. Well, I guess its true. You get what you wish for and I wished that I had a job. Now I have one. Now I just have to learn how to manage work and having a life. Not that I had much of one before I started working anyway….


I have finally joined the rest of the civilized world and started my own blog. I feel special now. I’ve got my very own blog where I can share my views on the world and whine about how unfair life is. Woot!


I don’t know how many people have heard this case outside of NY but here is the gist of this situation. A woman, Leatrice Brewer, killed her three children, a girl and two boys, six and under, this past Sunday. The woman had a history (apparently) of mental health issues and criminal records. However, none of this was shared with the social services agency assigned to this case. Because of this, when the agency assigned to the case never believe that the children were any imminent danger. So when a visit wasn’t completed that Saturday, it was rescheduled for Sunday. By Sunday morning those kids were dead and now the supervisor at the agency is all but being hung out to dry.

I do agree that there is definitely a degree of personal responsibility that this man has to face. He failed those kids in a major way by ordering a delay but I don’t think that he should be held responsible for all of this. This makes me worried as well as angry because that very well could be me or one of my co-workers in that situation. We do work with populations very similar to this, with families that are just as messed up as these and it very easily could have been one of us that wound up in this situation. That frustrates and scares me at the same time.

 Since the story has come to light, my supervisor has been on a kick forcing out to the homes more than normal. And I can’t say that I blame her. There is a severe lack of communication between ACS and small prevention agencies. That lack of communication is what leads to incidents like these. But its not ACS that gets caught in the crossfire, its supervisors and staff at these agencies that are getting the blame. I’ve only been with my agency going on a month now and I’ve come up across some of the most incompetent people working at ACS. And its these people who hold my client’s future in their hands. Its ridiculous how unmotivated some of them are. That is until something like this happens and all of a sudden the ACS worker is very quick to place the blame on someone else.