<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-654668837311452863</id><updated>2011-07-30T15:07:08.499-07:00</updated><category term='Legacy Challenge'/><category term='* McCaden Family'/><category term='* Isabella Claire'/><category term='* Rae Family'/><category term='Riverview'/><category term='House and Floor Plans'/><category term='Tales by Rae'/><category term='* Laurel Grisby'/><category term='* The Brady Bunch'/><category term='Tales by Genz'/><category term='general'/><category term='* D&apos;Ambrosio Family'/><category term='Sunset Valley'/><title type='text'>Our SIMS Stories</title><subtitle type='html'>Have you ever found yourself tucking your kids in bed, itching to just get an hour on the computer ... thinking.. it's 8:30, I can play!  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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joe The Bachelor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Season One - Episode One&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm Joe Bachelor.&amp;nbsp; I'm a smart, sexy guy...rich and successful.&amp;nbsp; But I'm missing something in my life - someone to share it with.&amp;nbsp; I am ready to settle down and start a family, but with so many eligible ladies out there, it's really hard to find someone!&amp;nbsp; So I've&amp;nbsp; set out on a mission to find the girl of my dreams and marry her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've invited seven lovely ladies to the mansion so I can get to know each one and hopefully fall in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The limo arrived that first night and the ladies were beyond gorgeous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8RHmWsKoGAs/TZvHtYdkJSI/AAAAAAAABIY/GXc4qMKEMHc/s1600/Screenshot-764.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8RHmWsKoGAs/TZvHtYdkJSI/AAAAAAAABIY/GXc4qMKEMHc/s400/Screenshot-764.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3J9iaP07gXI/TZvHxTggBeI/AAAAAAAABIc/WmWwP-oMJHc/s1600/Screenshot-765.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3J9iaP07gXI/TZvHxTggBeI/AAAAAAAABIc/WmWwP-oMJHc/s400/Screenshot-765.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cK7Aq8NfzzY/TZvH1Q4f9DI/AAAAAAAABIg/ucNS_OCUEIk/s1600/Screenshot-766.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cK7Aq8NfzzY/TZvH1Q4f9DI/AAAAAAAABIg/ucNS_OCUEIk/s400/Screenshot-766.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our first cocktail party was spent just mingling with each other very casually, and getting a feel for each girl.&amp;nbsp; I'd say it was a success! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wCWLzpc-2Nc/TZvH5M0z2nI/AAAAAAAABIk/XtnCH-7mnOY/s1600/Screenshot-767.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wCWLzpc-2Nc/TZvH5M0z2nI/AAAAAAAABIk/XtnCH-7mnOY/s400/Screenshot-767.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't learn an awful lot about the girls the first night, but I think I got a sense of who they are and what they're all about.&amp;nbsp; First impressions mean alot to me!&amp;nbsp; I explained a bit about myself to each young lady too.&amp;nbsp; I explained that alot of people consider me to be &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;eccentric&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; - maybe because I'm young and wealthy and I tend to march to the beat of my own drum, especially when it comes to business matters.&amp;nbsp; I'm also a bit of a&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; party animal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Not to the point of being extreme, but I do love a good party and love mingling and socializing.&amp;nbsp; On the relationship end, I'm definitely &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;flirty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;hopeless romantic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; through and through.&amp;nbsp; However I can be a bit &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;over emotional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; at times, which can come off as moodiness.&amp;nbsp; Now that the girls had a sense of who I am, I couldn't wait to start my one-on-one dates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_UdnFSWqJCI/TZvH8WpSbHI/AAAAAAAABIo/tN-EBG_YtIE/s1600/Screenshot-768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KVImv_0wHns/TZvH_bUbSAI/AAAAAAAABIs/yD8O8wJjpsY/s1600/Screenshot-769.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KVImv_0wHns/TZvH_bUbSAI/AAAAAAAABIs/yD8O8wJjpsY/s400/Screenshot-769.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Finally it was time for my first one-on-one date.&amp;nbsp; The lucky lady...Abby Anderson.&amp;nbsp; At the cocktail party, her striking beauty and curvy figure caught my eye right away.&amp;nbsp; We decided to go to a beachside clubhouse where we had a private bar, some casual games, and great soul music to dance to.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3ng1eeQBFSw/TZvIDxjYq8I/AAAAAAAABIw/90LIwmVgX4E/s1600/Screenshot-770.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3ng1eeQBFSw/TZvIDxjYq8I/AAAAAAAABIw/90LIwmVgX4E/s400/Screenshot-770.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have to admit, I'm not the best dancer - but Abby didn't mind.&amp;nbsp; We played a friendly game of chess and when I beat her, she didn't seem to mind at all!&amp;nbsp; She laughed alot and has a great smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mR9FtMvDXL4/TZvIHaCoveI/AAAAAAAABI0/WGaXSEyBI_Y/s1600/Screenshot-771.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mR9FtMvDXL4/TZvIHaCoveI/AAAAAAAABI0/WGaXSEyBI_Y/s400/Screenshot-771.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I could tell Abby was into me - everything was going so perfectly, we just clicked right away!&amp;nbsp; It was like we'd known each other forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZA75KBESo4/TZvIKogODXI/AAAAAAAABI4/tmzei98xApM/s1600/Screenshot-772.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZA75KBESo4/TZvIKogODXI/AAAAAAAABI4/tmzei98xApM/s400/Screenshot-772.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We spent the night just talking, laughing and comparing funny stories.&amp;nbsp; I told her about the time I got stung by a jellyfish and my brother had to pee on me to make it stop stinging.&amp;nbsp; She told me about the time she actually ATE a jellyfish by accident.&amp;nbsp; We had some good laughs and I thought this date just couldn't possibly get any better.&amp;nbsp; Abby told me that she was in real estate sales, and felt like she was a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;born saleswoman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; She said in her younger years she had wanted to be a fireman and had always been told she was very &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;brave&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; She admitted to being a bit of a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;party animal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; as well.&amp;nbsp; As for relationships, she said most of the guys she's dated have been starving artists and as a result, she &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;can't stand art&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; She said when it comes to love, she's a bit of a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;perfectionist &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;- she just isn't willing to settle for anything other than true love.&amp;nbsp; I agreed with her on that!&amp;nbsp; Overall I thought our date was fantastic.&amp;nbsp; Abby is down to earth, very real, light hearted and funny and I really can't wait to see her again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SvQTvsHbEYw/TZvIOEfNZAI/AAAAAAAABI8/MBngFdAIKMI/s1600/Screenshot-773.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SvQTvsHbEYw/TZvIOEfNZAI/AAAAAAAABI8/MBngFdAIKMI/s400/Screenshot-773.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I found out that the next date was with Cecilia Cranston.&amp;nbsp; I was excited and couldn't wait to get to know her.&amp;nbsp; She certainly was a knock out - that auburn hair, soft and silky like a movie star!&amp;nbsp; I told her we were going out to eat on the beach at this cool place that's shaped like a boat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rb4KUtO1R5w/TZvIRCK76XI/AAAAAAAABJA/7vcvJZuNEWw/s1600/Screenshot-774.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rb4KUtO1R5w/TZvIRCK76XI/AAAAAAAABJA/7vcvJZuNEWw/s400/Screenshot-774.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cecelia was smiling ear to ear - I found her a bit hard to read.&amp;nbsp; Was she smiling because she was happy, because she thought I was funny, because she was being sarcastic?&amp;nbsp; The conversation during our meal was a little slow moving.&amp;nbsp; She didn't talk a whole lot which made her even harder to read.&amp;nbsp; But I just couldn't take my eyes off of her, she was truly gorgeous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uh0-YjktJ5o/TZvIVIXLcdI/AAAAAAAABJE/qII3wl36Ig4/s1600/Screenshot-775.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uh0-YjktJ5o/TZvIVIXLcdI/AAAAAAAABJE/qII3wl36Ig4/s400/Screenshot-775.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After we ate, we sat on the beach and just chatted.&amp;nbsp; Again, the conversation was a little slow.&amp;nbsp; She just didn't have alot to say.&amp;nbsp; I wondered if it was because she was just shy. &amp;nbsp; When she did talk, she told me that she worked from home part time as a sculptor and that her business was called The &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Savvy Sculptor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; She said that she also worked outside the home at a software firm and that she was a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;computer whiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and had been since she was young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k88GlOHhjvE/TZvIY2-Nc-I/AAAAAAAABJI/qKNiXlsMaes/s1600/Screenshot-776.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k88GlOHhjvE/TZvIY2-Nc-I/AAAAAAAABJI/qKNiXlsMaes/s400/Screenshot-776.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She said she liked the paycheck at the software firm, but that her true passion was her sculpting.&amp;nbsp; She said that as far as relationships, her last one didn't work out because he thought she was a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;workaholic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; She said she doesn't think she is, she just enjoys what she does. &amp;nbsp; When she was a kid, she was a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;virtuoso&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; on the piano but she didn't care for it - still her musical talent has stayed with her and she enjoys singing in the shower.&amp;nbsp; She said she's been told that she has &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;no sense of humor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, but she disagrees completely with that and she hopes that I can see past that as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XoabwDZ_LWk/TZvIb9kampI/AAAAAAAABJM/GBrrx0PdJ_I/s1600/Screenshot-777.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XoabwDZ_LWk/TZvIb9kampI/AAAAAAAABJM/GBrrx0PdJ_I/s400/Screenshot-777.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As the sun began to set, we decided to head back to the house.&amp;nbsp; My final feelings on this date were mixed.&amp;nbsp; It took a while to get Cecelia to open up and start telling me about herself.&amp;nbsp; Once she did, it seemed to mostly revolve around her careers and she focused on the negatives alot.&amp;nbsp; I didn't get a great vibe from that, but I was hoping there would be more to her as we continued to get to know one another.&amp;nbsp; After my date with Abby, I guess it was hard to compete - so I tried not to hold that against Cecelia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rXdWqdrK4ok/TZvIe6u438I/AAAAAAAABJQ/2GREc3U9Wpw/s1600/Screenshot-778.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rXdWqdrK4ok/TZvIe6u438I/AAAAAAAABJQ/2GREc3U9Wpw/s400/Screenshot-778.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The following evening, it was time for another date.&amp;nbsp; I was so excited!&amp;nbsp; Abby and Cecelia were hanging around waiting to see who got the next date. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S28GPnlRBZA/TZvIiZ--8iI/AAAAAAAABJU/DhyPnwvSxmw/s1600/Screenshot-779.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S28GPnlRBZA/TZvIiZ--8iI/AAAAAAAABJU/DhyPnwvSxmw/s400/Screenshot-779.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And the lucky lady was..... Brittany Bradshaw!&amp;nbsp; We set out for Little India Bistro which is a tiny little romantic place downtown.&amp;nbsp; There was no one else there, which was especially nice.&amp;nbsp; Brittany was absolutely stunning.&amp;nbsp; She was darker skinned, and told me that she was actually part Indian, which I thought was cool considering the place I had picked for our date, without even knowing that about her.&amp;nbsp; Over dinner, we talked alot and the conversation was very smooth and relaxed.&amp;nbsp; I felt very comfortable around her, despite the fact that she was incredibly beautiful which can be intimidating.&amp;nbsp; She told me that she's quite &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ambitious&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and very &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;adventurous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; too.&amp;nbsp; She said she is studying to be a doctor and wants to join Doctors Without Borders.&amp;nbsp; I asked if medical school was as hard as I had heard, and she said that it wasn't really hard for her because she has a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;genius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; IQ.&amp;nbsp; Hmmm beauty AND brains - can't ask for much more!&amp;nbsp; She admitted though, that despite her smarts, she was a little &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;clumsy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; when it comes to love and has never really had a serious boyfriend before.&amp;nbsp; I found that hard to comprehend!&amp;nbsp; We continued to chat about everything under the sun, and she told me that she and Cecelia had gotten into a couple of disagreements already!&amp;nbsp; Apparently Cecelia was sculpting things out of her food which the rest of the girls thought was a bit odd.&amp;nbsp; She said that she and Abby had actually gotten pretty close in the house, since both of them &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;can't stand art&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; We had a few laughs about the whole situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lTF9kGPoEog/TZvIlqjJc5I/AAAAAAAABJY/N-QcTWsK-Ks/s1600/Screenshot-780.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lTF9kGPoEog/TZvIlqjJc5I/AAAAAAAABJY/N-QcTWsK-Ks/s400/Screenshot-780.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At the end of the night, I came close to kissing Cecelia.&amp;nbsp; I can't explain why - I just was very attracted to her.&amp;nbsp; She just has this incredible vibe about her, she's irresistable.&amp;nbsp; I admit, I even flirted with her and to my surprise, she didn't reject me!&amp;nbsp; I told her that I felt great - I could jog all the way home and she said she could too....except for those darn heels.&amp;nbsp; We laughed some more and the night ended perfectly.&amp;nbsp; Overall our date was awesome.&amp;nbsp; Smart, beautiful, witty, funny, adventurous....this could be the girl of my dreams! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d5mBtGE9KGE/TZvIo5ZdvCI/AAAAAAAABJc/SRvB-IGNjBE/s1600/Screenshot-781.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d5mBtGE9KGE/TZvIo5ZdvCI/AAAAAAAABJc/SRvB-IGNjBE/s400/Screenshot-781.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The next night, I had a special surprise for my next date, which happened to be Emery Ellis.&amp;nbsp; I decided we should put on our PJ's and just kick back, have some drinks, watch a movie on TV and just hang out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MrCcIQm1aQ8/TZvIr8n_AAI/AAAAAAAABJg/rP1MmaOt_VU/s1600/Screenshot-782.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MrCcIQm1aQ8/TZvIr8n_AAI/AAAAAAAABJg/rP1MmaOt_VU/s400/Screenshot-782.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our conversation was going pretty well.&amp;nbsp; She seemed a little annoyed about not having a 'real' date - she didn't say so, it's just a feeling I got.&amp;nbsp; I asked her about her job and she told me she's a fitness trainer and that she really enjoys it.&amp;nbsp; She's always been &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;athletic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and has just always had a passion for fitness. &amp;nbsp; She said that she was quite &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;exciteable&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and had a tendency to say or do things spur of the moment without thinking first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iOOfnYd9qKM/TZvIu3yATuI/AAAAAAAABJk/-nLx2XH-Nac/s1600/Screenshot-783.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iOOfnYd9qKM/TZvIu3yATuI/AAAAAAAABJk/-nLx2XH-Nac/s400/Screenshot-783.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't really know what she meant by that, but a few minutes later I think I found out.&amp;nbsp; We were watching football, which she said was also a passion of hers.&amp;nbsp; All of a sudden she blurted out "NO YOU STUPID IDIOT!!!" at the TV.&amp;nbsp; I was a bit alarmed, but afterwards she apologized and said that she knows that was &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;innapropriate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; of her.&amp;nbsp; We laughed about it, but deep down I had mixed emotions.&amp;nbsp; I was kind of turned on by it, but at the same time it was so opposite of her appearance and my initial impression of her as being a meek, sweet girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OjzJadjZwq4/TZvIxsTVgWI/AAAAAAAABJo/CZFT443iIL0/s1600/Screenshot-784.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OjzJadjZwq4/TZvIxsTVgWI/AAAAAAAABJo/CZFT443iIL0/s400/Screenshot-784.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After the game, we watched a 'chick flick' and she seemed really into it.&amp;nbsp; We even cuddled on the sofa for a while, which felt really nice and natural.&amp;nbsp; I was finding myself to be very relaxed and comfortable with this girl - but man, she seems like a firecracker!&amp;nbsp; Later on, she told me that she strives for &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;perfection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, it's what makes her a good fitness trainer.&amp;nbsp; That, and the fact that she is very &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;perceptive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and can tell how someone is feeling or what they're thinking.&amp;nbsp; I asked her if she was psychic.&amp;nbsp; She said no and we both laughed.&amp;nbsp; She said she just means that she has good instincts.&amp;nbsp; I asked her if she had good instincts about me.&amp;nbsp; She just smiled that sweet little grin of hers and didn't answer me - which was intriguining!&amp;nbsp; I didn't necessarily feel any major sparks on our date, but I learned enough about Emery to want to know MORE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ej6QQnuRjBU/TZvI1V3t8CI/AAAAAAAABJs/muMbIoKNb3w/s1600/Screenshot-785.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ej6QQnuRjBU/TZvI1V3t8CI/AAAAAAAABJs/muMbIoKNb3w/s400/Screenshot-785.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The next day I had a date with Gretchen Garland.&amp;nbsp; From the moment I saw her at the cocktail party I had been thinking about her.&amp;nbsp; And now here she was, about to go out with me!&amp;nbsp; I had an instant attraction to her, we had sexual chemistry big time already and yet I knew nothing about her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4jJTkaSb6nE/TZvI4-34tpI/AAAAAAAABJw/s0PyEMupjHU/s1600/Screenshot-786.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4jJTkaSb6nE/TZvI4-34tpI/AAAAAAAABJw/s0PyEMupjHU/s400/Screenshot-786.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I noticed her big soft lips right away....I hoped that I'd get to kiss her at some point! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CdK1OuKj3hA/TZvI8QABSAI/AAAAAAAABJ0/9709y8OiCYA/s1600/Screenshot-787.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CdK1OuKj3hA/TZvI8QABSAI/AAAAAAAABJ0/9709y8OiCYA/s400/Screenshot-787.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So for my date with Gretchen, I decided to take her to the local swimming pool.&amp;nbsp; I got changed and waited outside for her. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_MVZcN6m60E/TZvJAHESsVI/AAAAAAAABJ4/L0kkj1HeNLM/s1600/Screenshot-788.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_MVZcN6m60E/TZvJAHESsVI/AAAAAAAABJ4/L0kkj1HeNLM/s400/Screenshot-788.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And holy moly.....when she stepped outside and I saw her in that hot pink bikini....my eyes were bulging out of my head.&amp;nbsp; WHAT a knockout. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-umlmcaQ_3kw/TZvJDzC8A9I/AAAAAAAABJ8/S78cjdGgCo8/s1600/Screenshot-789.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-umlmcaQ_3kw/TZvJDzC8A9I/AAAAAAAABJ8/S78cjdGgCo8/s400/Screenshot-789.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I knew that I had to get to know more about this girl immediately because she was just stunning to look at. &amp;nbsp; She said that she's in art sales, and then made a joke about my yellow swim trunks and how she probably could sell those to a collector because they were so hideous.&amp;nbsp; We laughed about that, but I did think it was a little &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;inappropriate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; of her to insult me on our first date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Utr4VDV7gUA/TZvJHW-WoKI/AAAAAAAABKA/4deEEoYwdz4/s1600/Screenshot-790.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Utr4VDV7gUA/TZvJHW-WoKI/AAAAAAAABKA/4deEEoYwdz4/s400/Screenshot-790.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the pool, we swam and I stared at her gorgeous body in that bikini....lol.&amp;nbsp; Oh and we talked too.&amp;nbsp; I asked more about her art sales business and she said that she was a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;born saleswoman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and had been selling stuff since she was 4 years old and had her first lemonade stand.&amp;nbsp; We laughed again, and I started to get a feel for her personality at that point and the swim trunk comment didn't bother me as much. &amp;nbsp; She seemed really &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;friendly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and bright.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4iXBfgHbt5M/TZvJLDTTqhI/AAAAAAAABKE/XiBhVcxwlSo/s1600/Screenshot-791.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4iXBfgHbt5M/TZvJLDTTqhI/AAAAAAAABKE/XiBhVcxwlSo/s400/Screenshot-791.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That is, until I playfully splashed her in the pool.&amp;nbsp; She got out and was so mad at me!&amp;nbsp; I got out and apologized to her.&amp;nbsp; I told her I was just goofing around! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rv2WAuNyN88/TZvJPj_HmmI/AAAAAAAABKI/wD5CF2rkKf8/s1600/Screenshot-792.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rv2WAuNyN88/TZvJPj_HmmI/AAAAAAAABKI/wD5CF2rkKf8/s400/Screenshot-792.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After a few minutes of pouting, we started talking again and things were smoothing out.&amp;nbsp; She admitted to being a little&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; neurotic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and losing it when things don't go her way.&amp;nbsp; She said that she has messed up relationships in the past because of it, and she didn't want to make that mistake again.&amp;nbsp; I assured her that we all have our flaws.&amp;nbsp; Then she told me that she can be &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;overly emotional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; at times, and I comforted her by admitting that I was the exact same.&amp;nbsp; The rest of our date was fun and carefree, and I had hopes that our next date would go smoother.&amp;nbsp; Overall the date was pretty good.&amp;nbsp; I mean the attraction I have for her is insane, and I don't want to sound shallow, but that can kind of compensate for certain flaws.&amp;nbsp; I'd have to see how things progressed with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QPHOzh_Kz9c/TZvJSoHIBuI/AAAAAAAABKM/y_KhASfMFPY/s1600/Screenshot-793.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QPHOzh_Kz9c/TZvJSoHIBuI/AAAAAAAABKM/y_KhASfMFPY/s400/Screenshot-793.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The next evening, I decided to take Fiona Franklin out on the town.&amp;nbsp; She was a little shy or standoffish at first, but I was hoping that she'd lighten up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dC3Xd9WnAF0/TZvJVgpOcGI/AAAAAAAABKQ/FaXBcxiAWCo/s1600/Screenshot-794.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dC3Xd9WnAF0/TZvJVgpOcGI/AAAAAAAABKQ/FaXBcxiAWCo/s400/Screenshot-794.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She started off the date, before we even left, by telling me that she wasn't getting much sleep.&amp;nbsp; I asked why and she said that she's a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;light sleeper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and that some of the girls in the house stay up late and giggle all night.&amp;nbsp; I was a little concerned that we was complaining already, but I chalked it up to her just being tired and maybe stressed a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vaRZMUU2BwY/TZvJYsbgOyI/AAAAAAAABKU/0FqTwiG1Opc/s1600/Screenshot-795.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vaRZMUU2BwY/TZvJYsbgOyI/AAAAAAAABKU/0FqTwiG1Opc/s400/Screenshot-795.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So for our date, I took Fiona to the art gallery.&amp;nbsp; We saw some cool stuff, although I admit this was kind of a boring choice for a first date.&amp;nbsp; Neither of us were crazy about art - but we did talk a little as we browsed.&amp;nbsp; She explained that she's an &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;adventurous daredevil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and that she spends alot of time in the wilderness hiking, camping and zip lining.&amp;nbsp; She said that she enjoys outdoor activities alot, but by profession she's a web developer.&amp;nbsp; When I asked her why, she said because she has just always been a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;computer whiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and it pays the bills.&amp;nbsp; Our conversation just wasn't really going much of anywhere.&amp;nbsp; I've never really been the outdoor type, but I was open to trying new things.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mTVD-KGnPUs/TZvJbjuDUKI/AAAAAAAABKY/6BmmCwBZndw/s1600/Screenshot-796.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mTVD-KGnPUs/TZvJbjuDUKI/AAAAAAAABKY/6BmmCwBZndw/s400/Screenshot-796.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About halfway through our date she just blurted out - ok Joe, I'm really sorry - I like you...you seem like a great guy - but I'm just not into art and this place is really boring.&amp;nbsp; I thought that was a little ingrateful and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;mean spirited&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; of her to say, but I agreed with her, so I couldn't get too upset.&amp;nbsp; We ended the date both agreeing that if we have another date, it would be something we'd both enjoy a little bit more. &amp;nbsp; Overall its hard to say how the date went.&amp;nbsp; She seemed like an interesting girl, nice and friendly.&amp;nbsp; But I think the circumstances were just strange, and I didn't want to completely hold that against her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TzhGIiVhghU/TZvJn_Qm3EI/AAAAAAAABKo/iDJG1Z5AO0A/s1600/Screenshot-800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TzhGIiVhghU/TZvJn_Qm3EI/AAAAAAAABKo/iDJG1Z5AO0A/s400/Screenshot-800.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The week was coming to an end and my final date was with Darcy Dexter.&amp;nbsp; I gotta say, she was so beautiful - I was attracted to her from the very start.&amp;nbsp; Knock out beauty...blonde, curvy in all the right places, she was a 10 for sure.&amp;nbsp; She also seemed pretty spunky at first.&amp;nbsp; She started off the date by asking me what kind of music I like.&amp;nbsp; I told her I enjoy a little bit of everything but I especially like soul music and she got all giddy and said she likes pop and country. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_iDj0U6c7q0/TZvJrbfzOYI/AAAAAAAABKs/GjGpzVItkM0/s1600/Screenshot-801.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_iDj0U6c7q0/TZvJrbfzOYI/AAAAAAAABKs/GjGpzVItkM0/s400/Screenshot-801.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got a very youthful vibe from Darcy, and I knew she was the youngest of the ladies in the house, so I took her out to the theatre.&amp;nbsp; We were going to see a comedian perform and I thought it would be a great way to just relax and have some laughs.&amp;nbsp; The comedian was the famous "Mo Money" and I was looking forward to seeing him perform.&amp;nbsp; When we got there though, Darcy said "Who's Mo Money??"&amp;nbsp; I couldn't believe my ears and I thought she was joking, and then I remembered her age.&amp;nbsp; She probably had no idea who he was, and I was beginning to wonder if we would have anything in common.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iNsmzK_LYqs/TZvJvMRFd-I/AAAAAAAABKw/sLPEjB3IwHQ/s1600/Screenshot-802.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iNsmzK_LYqs/TZvJvMRFd-I/AAAAAAAABKw/sLPEjB3IwHQ/s400/Screenshot-802.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After the show, we chatted for a while but the conversation wasn't going much of anywhere.&amp;nbsp; She had enjoyed the comedy, and we had some laughs, but we didn't really talk much.&amp;nbsp; So I was looking forward to getting down to the nitty gritty with her after the show.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, it just wasn't happening.&amp;nbsp; How could this stunningly beautiful girl have so little to talk about?&amp;nbsp; I started probing, asking her questions but she almost seemed like she just didn't really understand what I was asking her. &amp;nbsp; When I asked about past relationships, she said that she has been told she's a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;great kisser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong, I like hearing that, but I was hoping for something a little more in depth.&amp;nbsp; So then I asked about her career.&amp;nbsp; She said that she doesn't really have one - she's a trust fund baby - and that she doesn't need to work.&amp;nbsp; She did say however, that she was planning to open her own hair salon and name it "Heir Cuts" which she thought was hilarious since ya know...she's an heiress?&amp;nbsp; I don't really know why she thought it was so funny.&amp;nbsp; She said she had originally planned to be a cop when she was a kid, but then she found out she was rich and didn't need to work - but that she thought cops were hot.....and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;brave&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;....like her.&amp;nbsp; She said that because of her wealth, she's been called a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;snob&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; but she doesn't think she is.&amp;nbsp; She said she's had it rough because her last boyfriend called her &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;stupid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and said she was only good for one thing.&amp;nbsp; And that he never did tell her what that one thing was, which pissed her off.&amp;nbsp; I think I had an idea of what it was.&amp;nbsp; So after she rambled away for what seemed like hours, she said that she tends to be really &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;shy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, which I couldn't really see that quality in her at all.&amp;nbsp; She seemed bubbly and cute and fun, but I just wasn't sure there was any substance there.&amp;nbsp; Still, there had to be something underneath all that - maybe it was just an act.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XGQSCfKxBeQ/TZvJy7tXXSI/AAAAAAAABK0/UwJ645HH5rU/s1600/Screenshot-803.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ec5hbtm_LdA/TZvJ2i27KNI/AAAAAAAABK4/sQeaLUnsvbY/s1600/Screenshot-804.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ec5hbtm_LdA/TZvJ2i27KNI/AAAAAAAABK4/sQeaLUnsvbY/s400/Screenshot-804.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Back at the mansion, I knew I had a difficult decision to make.&amp;nbsp; It was time for the cocktail party, and then the elimination.&amp;nbsp; I had some good dates, some not so good dates, and some dates that left me scratching my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BxbTfz9AVto/TZvJ-IB1woI/AAAAAAAABLA/9Dc0C80X190/s1600/Screenshot-806.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BxbTfz9AVto/TZvJ-IB1woI/AAAAAAAABLA/9Dc0C80X190/s400/Screenshot-806.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So the cocktail party began with some hip hop music and dancing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wx4gRKU7NWI/TZvKBvHBe2I/AAAAAAAABLE/WxTVCL5Uwi0/s1600/Screenshot-807.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wx4gRKU7NWI/TZvKBvHBe2I/AAAAAAAABLE/WxTVCL5Uwi0/s400/Screenshot-807.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Afterwards, I took each girl aside and we chatted for a few minutes and then I flirted with each one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b9HU1cEtenA/TZvKFV952hI/AAAAAAAABLI/d8ppJwgPGRc/s1600/Screenshot-808.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b9HU1cEtenA/TZvKFV952hI/AAAAAAAABLI/d8ppJwgPGRc/s400/Screenshot-808.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I just wanted to see if there were any vibes there between us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0Zvt-VctjE/TZvKI046wbI/AAAAAAAABLM/PF3IrN18AOA/s1600/Screenshot-809.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i42NreyyPSE/TZvKM_4A0PI/AAAAAAAABLQ/ok1xKefrY0M/s1600/Screenshot-810.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i42NreyyPSE/TZvKM_4A0PI/AAAAAAAABLQ/ok1xKefrY0M/s400/Screenshot-810.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All the girls seemed into me, and I knew this was going to be alot harder than I thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F8kWPNVgSBs/TZvKQyzZErI/AAAAAAAABLU/5C2rnxxcWYI/s1600/Screenshot-811.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nbs0fb4bXYo/TZvKT0E0_iI/AAAAAAAABLY/kxcYhvcS2GU/s1600/Screenshot-812.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nbs0fb4bXYo/TZvKT0E0_iI/AAAAAAAABLY/kxcYhvcS2GU/s400/Screenshot-812.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With only 6 roses to hand out, I knew the time had come to make my decision.&amp;nbsp; As I watched all the girls interact with each other, and thought about each of our dates, my decision became clear.&amp;nbsp; There was one girl that I just couldn't see a future with.&amp;nbsp; I just couldn't see her as my wife. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gHN26uCFr8U/TZvKWxlPaOI/AAAAAAAABLc/BD_8CGCcnpo/s1600/Screenshot-813.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gHN26uCFr8U/TZvKWxlPaOI/AAAAAAAABLc/BD_8CGCcnpo/s400/Screenshot-813.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And so, with a heavy heart, I had to let Darcy Dexter go.&amp;nbsp; She had been my last date of the week - I was hoping I had saved the best for last.&amp;nbsp; But Darcy was just young and we were at different stages of our lives.&amp;nbsp; She was young, rich and beautiful....ready to take on the world....or something like that.&amp;nbsp; And I was ready to settle down and start a family - I just coudn't see that happening with Darcy, so I had to tell her goodbye.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully, she wasn't angry about it.&amp;nbsp; She accepted her fate and she admitted that I probably couldn't keep up with her anyway.&amp;nbsp; We had one last laugh at least. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ma9Z2IRm4g/TZvKZW6UZpI/AAAAAAAABLg/NqRVqFIpeas/s1600/Screenshot-814.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ma9Z2IRm4g/TZvKZW6UZpI/AAAAAAAABLg/NqRVqFIpeas/s400/Screenshot-814.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With Darcy gone, I had narrowed it down to six beautiful women.&amp;nbsp; And at this point I had NO idea who would end up being my wife, but I was hopefully that one of them was 'the one'.&amp;nbsp; Next week, I am going to take the ladies on dates based on what I have learned about them so far.&amp;nbsp; Things that I think they'll enjoy or situations I think they will be most comfortable in.&amp;nbsp; And of course at the end of the week, one more girl will be leaving my bachelor pad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/654668837311452863-2512902599387508215?l=oursimsstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2512902599387508215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/2011/04/bachelor-s1-e1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654668837311452863/posts/default/2512902599387508215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654668837311452863/posts/default/2512902599387508215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/2011/04/bachelor-s1-e1.html' title='The Bachelor - S1-E1'/><author><name>SIMS Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07489356356864082099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuJGZV2ecI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Au5gQwLDMew/S220/SIMSAddictIconLG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8RHmWsKoGAs/TZvHtYdkJSI/AAAAAAAABIY/GXc4qMKEMHc/s72-c/Screenshot-764.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-654668837311452863.post-8539863046503962957</id><published>2009-11-08T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T10:01:04.495-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunset Valley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* Isabella Claire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tales by Rae'/><title type='text'>The Adventures of Isabella Claire: Chapter 4</title><content type='html'>After Isabella found out that there is only a slightly increased risk of having twins again, she felt better. So she turned her attention to working with Joey and Jessie and teaching them all that they needed to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joey was a natural at the xylaphone, she was almost drawn to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6zzFppqI/AAAAAAAAAvo/WprhbMKLD18/s1600-h/ch4_01_Joey+playing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401780570871670434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6zzFppqI/AAAAAAAAAvo/WprhbMKLD18/s400/ch4_01_Joey+playing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Jessie just loved to play infront of the large mirror with her teddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6z2SByfI/AAAAAAAAAvg/HrEhLmDO0lU/s1600-h/ch4_02_Jessie+playing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401780571728890354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6z2SByfI/AAAAAAAAAvg/HrEhLmDO0lU/s400/ch4_02_Jessie+playing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy came home in his uniform for the first time, and Isabella swooned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6zs3R1uI/AAAAAAAAAvY/pSybEN2jyCo/s1600-h/ch4_03_Hunter+Uniform.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401780569200776930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6zs3R1uI/AAAAAAAAAvY/pSybEN2jyCo/s400/ch4_03_Hunter+Uniform.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he changed and they got to work teaching the girls to walk. Isabella kept saying &lt;em&gt;"I'll not have three babies and none of them walk, I only have 2 arms!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6zpK9ayI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/QEOhBvQq9d4/s1600-h/ch4_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401780568209582882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6zpK9ayI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/QEOhBvQq9d4/s400/ch4_04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then it was time to teach them how to talk.... they taught them words like, eat, milk, baby, momma, daddy, love ... shoes... and muscles? Really Hunter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6zTkpBHI/AAAAAAAAAvI/cJhxW_QMFQ0/s1600-h/ch4_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401780562411717746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6zTkpBHI/AAAAAAAAAvI/cJhxW_QMFQ0/s400/ch4_05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And while Hunter was at work, Isabella worked on potty training both girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6l2wfmRI/AAAAAAAAAvA/ybrVqUgBdZ0/s1600-h/ch4_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401780331338504466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6l2wfmRI/AAAAAAAAAvA/ybrVqUgBdZ0/s400/ch4_06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6lkQ345I/AAAAAAAAAu4/W0r2c78WP4I/s1600-h/ch4_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401780326374040466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6lkQ345I/AAAAAAAAAu4/W0r2c78WP4I/s400/ch4_07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, Isabella was sitting in the nursery just enjoying the view... thinking about the girls, Hunter, the new baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6ljPo1QI/AAAAAAAAAuw/MZDOiARGZsQ/s1600-h/ch4_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 331px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401780326100423938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6ljPo1QI/AAAAAAAAAuw/MZDOiARGZsQ/s400/ch4_08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When....&lt;em&gt; "Oh, dear, was that a contraction?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6lYNRfaI/AAAAAAAAAuo/EEOpp0uo6g8/s1600-h/ch4_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 358px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401780323137715618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6lYNRfaI/AAAAAAAAAuo/EEOpp0uo6g8/s400/ch4_09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Oh hell yeah that's a contraction! Ohhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyygaaaaaawwwwwdd"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6lPedccI/AAAAAAAAAug/PKp7yT8AK0A/s1600-h/ch4_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 382px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401780320793883074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6lPedccI/AAAAAAAAAug/PKp7yT8AK0A/s400/ch4_10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"OH geez, that was quick!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6Y72aGjI/AAAAAAAAAuY/5X5-qYPeEtk/s1600-h/ch4_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401780109367188018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6Y72aGjI/AAAAAAAAAuY/5X5-qYPeEtk/s400/ch4_11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Myah Daisy joined their family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6Yoc7JrI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/JDyQl9CXNa4/s1600-h/ch4_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401780104160028338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6Yoc7JrI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/JDyQl9CXNa4/s400/ch4_12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As she relished in her new baby girl, she felt something still kicking inside her... er... someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6Ynft9mI/AAAAAAAAAuI/7B1KJie6SjI/s1600-h/ch4_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401780103903311458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6Ynft9mI/AAAAAAAAAuI/7B1KJie6SjI/s400/ch4_13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A little while later Meya Rose also joined their family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6YfPnoKI/AAAAAAAAAuA/2zn4eryrmLo/s1600-h/ch4_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401780101688303778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6YfPnoKI/AAAAAAAAAuA/2zn4eryrmLo/s400/ch4_14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Only a slightly higher chance of twins my ass" &lt;/em&gt;she slapped her hand over her mouth. &lt;em&gt;"Oh I didn't say that"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6YZYzhiI/AAAAAAAAAt4/jpKmPdjsP1M/s1600-h/ch4_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401780100116219426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6YZYzhiI/AAAAAAAAAt4/jpKmPdjsP1M/s400/ch4_15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two new little girls to join the two that they already had. It was a blessing, even if it meant long nights and days filled with dirty diapers and lots of crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6J91-5zI/AAAAAAAAAtw/nnvtmuBXs5E/s1600-h/ch4_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401779852204238642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6J91-5zI/AAAAAAAAAtw/nnvtmuBXs5E/s400/ch4_16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isabella and Hunter continued to work with Joey and Jessie... they were such smart girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6Jp5VISI/AAAAAAAAAto/UvD-Z_pzaR8/s1600-h/ch4_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 351px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401779846849569058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6Jp5VISI/AAAAAAAAAto/UvD-Z_pzaR8/s400/ch4_17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6JQNlzuI/AAAAAAAAAtg/y4wRRqi8rLk/s1600-h/ch4_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401779839955226338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6JQNlzuI/AAAAAAAAAtg/y4wRRqi8rLk/s400/ch4_18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hunter continued to work on improving his job proformance, even by questioning the Man Maid about how all the maids seemed to be kleptos - stealing all sorts of things. After first Grady denied it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6JZKJzzI/AAAAAAAAAtY/6kZoSO4wca0/s1600-h/ch4_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401779842356727602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6JZKJzzI/AAAAAAAAAtY/6kZoSO4wca0/s400/ch4_19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... but eventually he broke.... and told Hunter all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6JBNN1bI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/JKkKOt0YbDw/s1600-h/ch4_20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401779835927123378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6JBNN1bI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/JKkKOt0YbDw/s400/ch4_20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then Hunter and Isabella brought Joey and Jessie out to do some fishing in their pond...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb58-wehQI/AAAAAAAAAtI/1chi6tBr4is/s1600-h/ch4_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401779629111280898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb58-wehQI/AAAAAAAAAtI/1chi6tBr4is/s400/ch4_21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and before their very eyes, two toddlers because little girls!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb58iGTT7I/AAAAAAAAAtA/vjMQ0XLa4tE/s1600-h/ch4_22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401779621418192818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb58iGTT7I/AAAAAAAAAtA/vjMQ0XLa4tE/s400/ch4_22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and two babies became toddlers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb58kZT-rI/AAAAAAAAAs4/b9GuqIEcDW8/s1600-h/ch4_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401779622034799282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb58kZT-rI/AAAAAAAAAs4/b9GuqIEcDW8/s400/ch4_23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Proving to be just as smart as their older sisters... &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb58blo0cI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Ixg8Byje5JI/s1600-h/ch4_24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 381px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401779619670577602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb58blo0cI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Ixg8Byje5JI/s400/ch4_24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey Bella,"&lt;/em&gt; Hunter whispered in her ear. &lt;em&gt;"Let's go in the guest bedroom while the girls are all playing nicely and catch a few moments for ourselves"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb58EkJvfI/AAAAAAAAAso/whF-G0Kan7A/s1600-h/ch4_25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401779613490331122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb58EkJvfI/AAAAAAAAAso/whF-G0Kan7A/s400/ch4_25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And boy oh boy did they!!! And afterwards Hunter gasped and yelled &lt;em&gt;"OH NO! The condom broke!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Are you KIDDING me?"&lt;/em&gt; Isabella shrieked. &lt;em&gt;"I am going to get you nutered if you don't stop knocking me up!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I can't help it if my boys are supermen and your eggs are just so inviting!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She promptly told him to get away from her and go to work. Informed him that they were NEVER Woo-hoo'ing again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb5xsCGWgI/AAAAAAAAAsg/fsahDMUw3Hk/s1600-h/ch4_26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401779435106359810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb5xsCGWgI/AAAAAAAAAsg/fsahDMUw3Hk/s400/ch4_26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Hunter sulked off to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey and Jessie left for school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb5xavdjZI/AAAAAAAAAsY/N_j6A_eqWGo/s1600-h/ch4_27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401779430464785810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb5xavdjZI/AAAAAAAAAsY/N_j6A_eqWGo/s400/ch4_27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Isabella taught Myah to walk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb5xfNUJWI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/Dn3DKffTZmo/s1600-h/ch4_28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401779431663740258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb5xfNUJWI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/Dn3DKffTZmo/s400/ch4_28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then she worked with Meya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb5xK3bbrI/AAAAAAAAAsI/aKCX-21pKq8/s1600-h/ch4_29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401779426203233970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb5xK3bbrI/AAAAAAAAAsI/aKCX-21pKq8/s400/ch4_29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once Hunter got home they taught the girls how to talk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb5xKwG6WI/AAAAAAAAAsA/WFgv7w5Ul4Y/s1600-h/ch4_30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401779426172528994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb5xKwG6WI/AAAAAAAAAsA/WFgv7w5Ul4Y/s400/ch4_30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hunter discovered he loved to question people, so he did it as often as he could...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb5iQ0ZJxI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Jz1p8MVcBSg/s1600-h/ch4_31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401779170103076626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb5iQ0ZJxI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Jz1p8MVcBSg/s400/ch4_31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh dear, I'm pregnant AGAIN" &lt;/em&gt;Isabella said to him one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvcDS14X8WI/AAAAAAAAAv4/yxDt4dQsm04/s1600-h/MomDad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401789900290257250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvcDS14X8WI/AAAAAAAAAv4/yxDt4dQsm04/s400/MomDad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And one night she had the CRAZIEST pregnancy dream.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb5iAYBAQI/AAAAAAAAArw/LhwEl0fRT0g/s1600-h/ch4_32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401779165689086210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb5iAYBAQI/AAAAAAAAArw/LhwEl0fRT0g/s400/ch4_32.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She drempt that Jessie drowned in their pool.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb5iOOp2AI/AAAAAAAAAro/GtsjNGBhxi0/s1600-h/ch4_33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401779169407916034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb5iOOp2AI/AAAAAAAAAro/GtsjNGBhxi0/s400/ch4_33.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Death came and stole her... it wasn't her time to go... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb5h3Ip2pI/AAAAAAAAArg/xyzx-xyxa6Y/s1600-h/ch4_34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401779163208735378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb5h3Ip2pI/AAAAAAAAArg/xyzx-xyxa6Y/s400/ch4_34.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And when she yelled at Death to give her back her daughter, he just stared her down and told her that if she wasn't careful.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb5hngxw6I/AAAAAAAAArY/RPulRUDk_g8/s1600-h/ch4_35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401779159014949794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb5hngxw6I/AAAAAAAAArY/RPulRUDk_g8/s400/ch4_35.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But she continued to curse death, infront of Myah and Meya ... and she told Death he better give her back her baby girl... he couldn't just take children like that.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb5U5cg0aI/AAAAAAAAArQ/FhDkr-OxVhU/s1600-h/ch4_36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401778940490600866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb5U5cg0aI/AAAAAAAAArQ/FhDkr-OxVhU/s400/ch4_36.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But then Hunter started to drown and there was nothing Isabella could do about it... she stood there as she and her children witness the man she loved and their father die... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb5U4HNVmI/AAAAAAAAArI/Zeok3kO2Gw4/s1600-h/ch4_37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401778940132808290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb5U4HNVmI/AAAAAAAAArI/Zeok3kO2Gw4/s400/ch4_37.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Death returned and told her maybe she should think about getting rid of the pool....  and then he laughed sinisterly ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb5UgsnJ_I/AAAAAAAAArA/7Qk3bL4KBcQ/s1600-h/ch4_38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401778933847238642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb5UgsnJ_I/AAAAAAAAArA/7Qk3bL4KBcQ/s400/ch4_38.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb5Ubbu4RI/AAAAAAAAAq4/8y9-cD8vZx0/s1600-h/ch4_39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401778932434264338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb5Ubbu4RI/AAAAAAAAAq4/8y9-cD8vZx0/s400/ch4_39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hunter asked Death if he would just stop torturing his wife, and let her wake up....  so he made the deal ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb5UBqdiRI/AAAAAAAAAqw/JLOu17zfjqg/s1600-h/ch4_40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401778925516720402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb5UBqdiRI/AAAAAAAAAqw/JLOu17zfjqg/s400/ch4_40.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabella woke up and saw she was in her room, with the spectacular view...  and she paniced...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb4__LjayI/AAAAAAAAAqo/gU0ULv4Hok8/s1600-h/ch4_41"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401778581252827938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb4__LjayI/AAAAAAAAAqo/gU0ULv4Hok8/s400/ch4_41" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She ran upstairs and saw Joey and Jessie SAFELY asleep in their beds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb4_rsvKgI/AAAAAAAAAqg/fgvoS4nD51I/s1600-h/ch4_42"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401778576023300610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb4_rsvKgI/AAAAAAAAAqg/fgvoS4nD51I/s400/ch4_42" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She peeked in on Myah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb4_qpLXII/AAAAAAAAAqY/7RPUlV-KiZI/s1600-h/ch4_43"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401778575739935874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb4_qpLXII/AAAAAAAAAqY/7RPUlV-KiZI/s400/ch4_43" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Meya ... and felt a sense of relief ... they were all asleep soundly in their beds... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb4_dTAtqI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/PFjmgsu00c0/s1600-h/ch4_44"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401778572157302434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb4_dTAtqI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/PFjmgsu00c0/s400/ch4_44" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked back downstairs and saw the photos of the girls all over the landing....   Joey and Jessie as babies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb4_cXJ36I/AAAAAAAAAqI/bnZerJHhsTg/s1600-h/ch4_45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401778571906244514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb4_cXJ36I/AAAAAAAAAqI/bnZerJHhsTg/s400/ch4_45.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the curious little girls that they are.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb4xlKspmI/AAAAAAAAAqA/W0sirJ_WjoE/s1600-h/ch4_46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401778333751748194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb4xlKspmI/AAAAAAAAAqA/W0sirJ_WjoE/s400/ch4_46.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meya as a baby ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb4xbF9s2I/AAAAAAAAAp4/3hnWZH-KRPM/s1600-h/ch4_47_Meya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401778331047539554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb4xbF9s2I/AAAAAAAAAp4/3hnWZH-KRPM/s400/ch4_47_Meya.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Myah as a baby ....  which reminded her she had to get pictures of them to put up.... now that they've grown.... pretty soon Joey and Jessie would be teenagers and she'd have to worry about them getting boyfriends and coming home telling her they were pregnant ....  &lt;em&gt;oh please no... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb4xVT44SI/AAAAAAAAApw/uG2tMLTx2Fs/s1600-h/ch4_48_Myah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401778329495331106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb4xVT44SI/AAAAAAAAApw/uG2tMLTx2Fs/s400/ch4_48_Myah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She walked into the nursery that the girls had helped her totally re-decorate.  And at this point, she could only assume that it would be twins agian.  This time her and Hunter wanted some boys, but they would be happy with whatever they were blessed with... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb4xD4izyI/AAAAAAAAApo/TaxhqML9c6k/s1600-h/ch4_49"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401778324817235746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb4xD4izyI/AAAAAAAAApo/TaxhqML9c6k/s400/ch4_49" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb4w4e7VBI/AAAAAAAAApg/ZV6HANKwmro/s1600-h/ch4_50"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401778321757000722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb4w4e7VBI/AAAAAAAAApg/ZV6HANKwmro/s400/ch4_50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb4iWCoxxI/AAAAAAAAApY/egZwdlhAluU/s1600-h/ch4_51"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401778071993370386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb4iWCoxxI/AAAAAAAAApY/egZwdlhAluU/s400/ch4_51" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then she put on her swim suit and kissed her husband like there was no tomorrow....  bad dreams will do that to you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb4iYWTTWI/AAAAAAAAApQ/MSOsHGcd8xY/s1600-h/ch4_52"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401778072612719970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb4iYWTTWI/AAAAAAAAApQ/MSOsHGcd8xY/s400/ch4_52" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"PEEK-A-BOO!"&lt;/em&gt;  Hunter laughed.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb4iI6a8BI/AAAAAAAAApI/A4-91dmJ9Ig/s1600-h/ch4_53"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401778068469248018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb4iI6a8BI/AAAAAAAAApI/A4-91dmJ9Ig/s400/ch4_53" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey, kick once if you are a boy!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb4iM1GriI/AAAAAAAAApA/gzbui9pSx-Y/s1600-h/ch4_54"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401778069520690722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb4iM1GriI/AAAAAAAAApA/gzbui9pSx-Y/s400/ch4_54" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will they have boys this time???  Will it be TWINS ...... AGAIN!?!?   Will the bad dream come true???   Will they get rid of their pool?  Stay tuned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb4h3_r3dI/AAAAAAAAAo4/vNfhX8NkzLI/s1600-h/Rae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 122px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401778063927926226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb4h3_r3dI/AAAAAAAAAo4/vNfhX8NkzLI/s400/Rae.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/654668837311452863-8539863046503962957?l=oursimsstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8539863046503962957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/adventures-of-isabella-claire-chapter-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654668837311452863/posts/default/8539863046503962957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654668837311452863/posts/default/8539863046503962957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/adventures-of-isabella-claire-chapter-4.html' title='The Adventures of Isabella Claire: Chapter 4'/><author><name>SIMS Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07489356356864082099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuJGZV2ecI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Au5gQwLDMew/S220/SIMSAddictIconLG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb6zzFppqI/AAAAAAAAAvo/WprhbMKLD18/s72-c/ch4_01_Joey+playing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-654668837311452863.post-4526779665979445443</id><published>2009-11-08T08:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T09:46:41.957-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tales by Genz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riverview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* Laurel Grisby'/><title type='text'>The Epic Saga of Laurel Grisby - Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After Juan's funeral, Laurel couldn't seem to pull it together.  She was depressed, didn't want to leave the house, and had a hard time caring for her children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb3GMyuPuI/AAAAAAAAAoA/_zcdlTLCaTs/s1600-h/Screenshot-51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401776488962735842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb3GMyuPuI/AAAAAAAAAoA/_zcdlTLCaTs/s320/Screenshot-51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taking care of 4 kids alone was not an easy thing to do, especially after the violent death of your soulmate.  Willow was no help - after Juan's death she shut down and wouldn't even speak to Laurel.  Hallie was carefree and bubbly as any toddler would be.  Her baby sister's Juliana and Juanita were oblivious to it all too.  But Laurel was completely exhausted and didn't know where to turn for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb3GCE2VcI/AAAAAAAAAn4/I7UbXgcyn9c/s1600-h/Screenshot-52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401776486085973442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb3GCE2VcI/AAAAAAAAAn4/I7UbXgcyn9c/s320/Screenshot-52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly there was a knock at the door.  Kate, her old friend from high school had looked her up when she got to Riverview.  After some small talk, Laurel told Kate about everything that had happened to her.  Kate was sympathetic, she had always been a good friend to Laurel.  Kate said "I hate to burden you any more than you have been, but I have a favor to ask.  Me and my son, JC, were living with this horrible guy and he beat me up and we left him and just got in the car and drove.  I remembered that you lived in Riverview and thought I would pay you a visit, so this is where we ended up.  We have no place to go.  I know you could use the help with the kids, and I think it would do us both good to have some adult company!"  Laurel completely agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb3F8WzAlI/AAAAAAAAAnw/5cEX9x3mxZE/s1600-h/Screenshot-53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401776484550640210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb3F8WzAlI/AAAAAAAAAnw/5cEX9x3mxZE/s320/Screenshot-53.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kate was a tremendous help!  She allowed Laurel to get some much needed R&amp;amp;R and even babysat while Laurel went out to look for a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb2tQ7F1DI/AAAAAAAAAno/b2owWoJMqu8/s1600-h/Screenshot-54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401776060574848050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb2tQ7F1DI/AAAAAAAAAno/b2owWoJMqu8/s320/Screenshot-54.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Um Laurel, before you go on that interview, I think you need a make-over.  Don't take this the wrong way, but you don't exactly look professional enough to work in a business office."  Laurel knew Kate was right, though it wasn't something she really wanted to hear.  After the make-over, Laurel was very pleased with herself!  She was wearing make-up for the first time in forever, and a new dress to boot!  She was finally feeling human again!  Things were going great.  Laurel got the job at the large corporation and was bringing in enough money for everyone!  Kate stayed home and took care of all the kids including her own son.  Since JC and Hallie were the same age, they got along great!  Juliana and Juanita were growing into beautiful little toddlers, and as for Willow.....well....the teen years hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb2tR7vgwI/AAAAAAAAAng/vehLPVuygWk/s1600-h/Screenshot-55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401776060846015234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb2tR7vgwI/AAAAAAAAAng/vehLPVuygWk/s320/Screenshot-55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Willow just couldn't seem to let go of the death of Juan, the only father she had ever known.  Juan was a great dad, despite his rough lifestyle.  He had never hurt her or her mother, and she took his death especially hard.  She resented her mother for "moving on" after his death.  She started wearing all black, dyed her hair bleach blonde, and wearing heavy make-up.  She was rebelling for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb2tEgMjnI/AAAAAAAAAnY/sAVJls_PNDg/s1600-h/Screenshot-56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401776057240817266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb2tEgMjnI/AAAAAAAAAnY/sAVJls_PNDg/s320/Screenshot-56.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Hallie and JC were getting along wonderfully!  They were best friends and did everything together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb2s65EINI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/zlZy_NVydd4/s1600-h/Screenshot-57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401776054660767954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb2s65EINI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/zlZy_NVydd4/s320/Screenshot-57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Willow became more and more brazen, and before long she was running all over the trailer park.  She met a guy named Joey Peters who was all kinds of trouble.  Here she was a young, impressionable 15 year old and she was dating a 22 year old slacker pothead with no job.  He wasn't even attractive.  But he showered her with attention and drugs, and she quickly fell in love - or what she thought was love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb2Ls76-tI/AAAAAAAAAnA/dqSh_fyMFtk/s1600-h/Screenshot-59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401775483978971858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb2Ls76-tI/AAAAAAAAAnA/dqSh_fyMFtk/s320/Screenshot-59.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One day she walked over to Joey's trailer so they could make out, and he wasn't home.  But some guy across the street hollered out at her "Hey baby, damn you look sexy....come on over here and holla at ya boy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb2LXvsb4I/AAAAAAAAAm4/FhjoAiLLGv4/s1600-h/Screenshot-60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401775478290542466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb2LXvsb4I/AAAAAAAAAm4/FhjoAiLLGv4/s320/Screenshot-60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Willow just LOVED the attention.  She chatted with him for a few minutes and he invited her inside.  Apparently he had a toddler, which shocked Willow a bit because he seemed to be fairly young.  She learned that he was 19 and had gotten his girlfriend pregnant and was only with her because of the baby.  In a weird way, Willow thought this made him great boyfriend material and thoughts of Joey drifted away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb2LB7f82I/AAAAAAAAAmw/cINLSPrFw7o/s1600-h/Screenshot-61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401775472434475874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb2LB7f82I/AAAAAAAAAmw/cINLSPrFw7o/s320/Screenshot-61.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before long, they were kissing and making out.  Willow didn't realize that she was out past her curfew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb2LCAR_XI/AAAAAAAAAmo/CbyIzuZErfQ/s1600-h/Screenshot-62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401775472454532466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb2LCAR_XI/AAAAAAAAAmo/CbyIzuZErfQ/s320/Screenshot-62.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busted by the fuzz.  "Come on young lady, you're coming with me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb2KyTTJlI/AAAAAAAAAmg/fcWKqnQGtd4/s1600-h/Screenshot-63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401775468239332946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb2KyTTJlI/AAAAAAAAAmg/fcWKqnQGtd4/s320/Screenshot-63.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At home, Willow was confronted by her mother.  "How could you be so stupid?  And what's this I hear about you being in some strange guy's house?  An older guy at that!  YOU ARE GROUNDED!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb1mFfPzfI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Sbz1dG1Vb2Q/s1600-h/Screenshot-64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401774837734559218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb1mFfPzfI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Sbz1dG1Vb2Q/s320/Screenshot-64.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"You really think you can ground ME?  You're just an idiot mom.  You think you know everything.  You don't even know ME.  You're never around.  Kate is practically my mom now!  And as for a dad?  Well you saw to it that I never met my real dad, and the only dad I ever knew is GONE forever!"  She burst into sobs, as did Laurel.  They hugged and Laurel promised to be a better mom to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb1l1YOSeI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Dyrtqrw-WuM/s1600-h/Screenshot-65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401774833410132450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb1l1YOSeI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Dyrtqrw-WuM/s320/Screenshot-65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Months flew by and things were going better with Willow and Laurel.  She thought things were going perfectly now, and was even promoted at her job!  One day she came home from work to get bad news.  "Laurel, I know this isn't the best timing but I've lived here with you for a long time and my whole life has been about all the kids.  I've loved it here, but it's time for us to move on.  You know the guy I met online?  Well he's asked me to marry him!!"  Laurel was happy for her friend, but sad that she was planning to leave.  She felt okay though, she was on her feet and she would make this work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb1lq1paOI/AAAAAAAAAmI/3CsVmwCb-BA/s1600-h/Screenshot-66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401774830580754658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb1lq1paOI/AAAAAAAAAmI/3CsVmwCb-BA/s320/Screenshot-66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With Kate gone, and Willow being more of a help, things were going smoothly for Laurel's family.  One morning her boss called her into his office and asked her to go to lunch with him.  Laurel's heart sank.  In the past, employees who got to go to lunch with the boss were "let go".  She was terrified!  Once they were at lunch though, the mood changed dramatically.  "Laurel, you have done a fine job.  You're truly a beautiful, outstanding woman and I really admire your perseverance."  Laurel replied "Oh thank you Mr. Holley, it's been a pleasure working for you and I hope to continue to do so for many years!"  "Actually, that's one thing I wanted to talk to you about Laurel..."  Uh oh.  Laurel had a feeling she was about to get canned.  "I need to be frank with you for a moment Laurel.  my wife passed away 3 years ago, and I just haven't been the same since.  I miss the company of a lady, a true lady.  When you came to work for me, I was still grieving, but I noticed that you were too.  To be honest, I have had feelings for you for a long time.  Now, if this makes you uncomfortable at all, please tell me.  But I wondered if you would like to go out sometime, outside of work I mean."  Laurel was floored.  Since the day she started her job, she had thought of Mr. Holley as this handsome older gentleman and way out of her league!  She never considered that he might have the hots for her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb1DD1iKqI/AAAAAAAAAlw/W8COLyL1_h8/s1600-h/Screenshot-69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401774235995744930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb1DD1iKqI/AAAAAAAAAlw/W8COLyL1_h8/s320/Screenshot-69.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before she knew it, Laurel had jumped in head first.  It's the same thing she had done in every relationship, but this time it felt different.  Mr. Holley seemed to truly care about her.  She wasn't "in love" with him, the way she was with Juan and no one would ever take Juan's place in her heart.  But Mr. Holley was making her realize that she could love again.  He was old enough to be her father, but still surprisingly good looking.  And wealthy!  Laurel slept with him that very afternoon during their "working lunch".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb1C3wqWKI/AAAAAAAAAlo/8Q2MopzYZ90/s1600-h/Screenshot-70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401774232754084002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb1C3wqWKI/AAAAAAAAAlo/8Q2MopzYZ90/s320/Screenshot-70.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As her mother started a new relationship, Willow became despondent again.  She didn't like the fact that her mother was gone all the time again, either working or spending time with Mr. Holley.  Willow started acting out again, and decided to pay a visit to Lamont.  Things were getting hot and heavy until she tried to seduce him.  He flat out rejected her.  Look baby girl, you are one sexy mama, but I already have one baby-mama-drama and I don't need another one.  Besides, you're just a kid.  Grow up and then come see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb1CrYGjMI/AAAAAAAAAlg/QsmppF5zT2w/s1600-h/Screenshot-71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401774229429849282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb1CrYGjMI/AAAAAAAAAlg/QsmppF5zT2w/s320/Screenshot-71.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Willow was angry!  She just wanted to be loved, just wanted some affection and even this low life couldn't give a crap about her.  She broke up with him - even though in his mind they were never an item - and stormed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb1CUtA63I/AAAAAAAAAlY/Z8ffS0poKIs/s1600-h/Screenshot-72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401774223343545202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb1CUtA63I/AAAAAAAAAlY/Z8ffS0poKIs/s320/Screenshot-72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She immediately went to visit her old flame, Joey.  She had never truly liked him, but he was a good kisser.  When she "cleaned up her act" she hadn't seem him for a long time because she wasn't using drugs anymore and well....he was.  But her anger at Lamont's rejection sent her right into Joey's arms.  She found out he was clean now - no drugs at all.  She was happy to hear this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb1CeR50II/AAAAAAAAAlQ/51ZmT9TU7Ac/s1600-h/Screenshot-73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401774225914187906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb1CeR50II/AAAAAAAAAlQ/51ZmT9TU7Ac/s320/Screenshot-73.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Their relationship grew over the next several months.  Before long, she found herself in his bed!  It was her first time and she was nervous, but he made her feel comfortable.  Meanwhile, Laurel and Mr. Holley got married and the whole family had moved into Mr. Holley's big house!  It was a very big jump from the trailer park.  Willow had to take a taxi to see Joey now, instead of just walking next door.  They began to see each other less and less, so the times they were together were often spent in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb0hIXbLcI/AAAAAAAAAlI/z15INuTV2F0/s1600-h/Screenshot-74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401773653096082882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb0hIXbLcI/AAAAAAAAAlI/z15INuTV2F0/s320/Screenshot-74.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One night she fell asleep in his arms, and was out past her curfew.  She woke up to the sirens wailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb0gr64LoI/AAAAAAAAAk4/eIGERdw5Tf4/s1600-h/Screenshot-76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401773645460156034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb0gr64LoI/AAAAAAAAAk4/eIGERdw5Tf4/s320/Screenshot-76.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Officer, I am 16 now......my mother can't control me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb0goB2qyI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ly-TCsCbfUU/s1600-h/Screenshot-77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401773644415675170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb0goB2qyI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ly-TCsCbfUU/s320/Screenshot-77.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once she was home, Laurel went ballistic.  Again.  Things were not going well between them.  Laurel had a new husband and a new life and Willow felt like she wasn't even in the picture. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb0gUQwKSI/AAAAAAAAAko/HoxHO_RWhsM/s1600-h/Screenshot-78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401773639109454114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb0gUQwKSI/AAAAAAAAAko/HoxHO_RWhsM/s320/Screenshot-78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One morning, Mr. Holley woke up in a very playful mood.  He and Laurel didn't sleep together much because he had function issues in bed.  But this particular morning he was ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb0AcYpFxI/AAAAAAAAAkg/CgllTe9MP7s/s1600-h/Screenshot-79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401773091534214930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb0AcYpFxI/AAAAAAAAAkg/CgllTe9MP7s/s320/Screenshot-79.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Afterwards, he got up to make breakfast for his beautiful new wife when........the pain..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb0ABiu3sI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/llYV8gQEYx8/s1600-h/Screenshot-81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401773084328779458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb0ABiu3sI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/llYV8gQEYx8/s320/Screenshot-81.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Suddenly all Laurel's dreams went up in smoke.  Her beloved husband, Mr. Holley, died.  This can't be happening.......not again...............!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb0ANT0-1I/AAAAAAAAAkI/y7P7BIUZJcs/s1600-h/Screenshot-82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401773087487490898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb0ANT0-1I/AAAAAAAAAkI/y7P7BIUZJcs/s320/Screenshot-82.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It felt like a dream, a nightmare.  First she lost Juan, and now Mr. Holley!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvbziQ-WMbI/AAAAAAAAAkA/YXYw-nkppUg/s1600-h/Screenshot-83.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401772573075059122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvbziQ-WMbI/AAAAAAAAAkA/YXYw-nkppUg/s320/Screenshot-83.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three months later, Laurel had collected Mr. Holley's life insurance.  She was depressed but also just felt "off".  She wasn't sure what was going on with her body.  Meanwhile, Willow found out she was pregnant with Joey's baby.  She didn't want to tell anyone, but everyone noticed her putting on weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvbzO9s_LQI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Pb9KzDQCAJI/s1600-h/Screenshot-84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401772241484459266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvbzO9s_LQI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Pb9KzDQCAJI/s320/Screenshot-84.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She told her best friend Sandy, but no one else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvbzO4DgFLI/AAAAAAAAAjw/FsnBtS2D2LE/s1600-h/Screenshot-85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401772239968277682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvbzO4DgFLI/AAAAAAAAAjw/FsnBtS2D2LE/s320/Screenshot-85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Juanita had grown into a lovely child, very artistic like her father Juan had been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvbzOq692hI/AAAAAAAAAjo/UIfmpFoe3Tg/s1600-h/Screenshot-86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401772236442819090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvbzOq692hI/AAAAAAAAAjo/UIfmpFoe3Tg/s320/Screenshot-86.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a visit to the doctor, Laurel found out what was going on with her body.  She was pregnant!!!  She was elated but sad.  Mr. Holley would never get to meet his only child.  And she would be raising the baby all alone.  But at least she had money this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvbzOfhHnYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/jmiashKjyto/s1600-h/Screenshot-87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401772233381617026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvbzOfhHnYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/jmiashKjyto/s320/Screenshot-87.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Willow had been trying to get ahold of Joey for a while, to no avail.  When she finally caught up with him, she told him the news of her pregnancy!  To her surprise, Joey dropped down on one knee and proposed to her right then and there.  He told her that the reason she hadn't been able to get in touch with him was that he started a job....a real job....and that he had planned to ask her to marry him for months, and was saving up to buy the perfect ring.  Willow was thrilled and said YES, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvbzOVsiYkI/AAAAAAAAAjY/QEtMnV0q4Ok/s1600-h/Screenshot-88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401772230745154114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvbzOVsiYkI/AAAAAAAAAjY/QEtMnV0q4Ok/s320/Screenshot-88.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To be continued....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming in Chapter 3:  Will Willow and Joey get married and have a baby, or will tragedy strike this family yet again?  What about Laurel's new pregnancy?  Can she handle being a new mom at her age, not to mention a grandmother?  How will she take the new of Willow's pregnancy and now engagement at the tender age of 16?  What about Hallie?  She's a teen now....but we haven't heard anything about her.  Will she and JC reconnect or are there other things on the horizon for her?  And little Juliana and Juanita....they are beautiful little girls, but can they stay sane through all of this madness?  Tune in to chapter 3 to find out! &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/654668837311452863-4526779665979445443?l=oursimsstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4526779665979445443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/epic-saga-of-laurel-grisby-chapter-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654668837311452863/posts/default/4526779665979445443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654668837311452863/posts/default/4526779665979445443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/epic-saga-of-laurel-grisby-chapter-2.html' title='The Epic Saga of Laurel Grisby - Chapter 2'/><author><name>SIMS Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07489356356864082099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuJGZV2ecI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Au5gQwLDMew/S220/SIMSAddictIconLG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Svb3GMyuPuI/AAAAAAAAAoA/_zcdlTLCaTs/s72-c/Screenshot-51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-654668837311452863.post-5989940665338664950</id><published>2009-11-07T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T13:56:19.690-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Legacy Challenge'/><title type='text'>Legacy Generations!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvXr7A4spSI/AAAAAAAAAhw/70P11Oi7TDM/s1600-h/Image24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401482727183394082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvXr7A4spSI/AAAAAAAAAhw/70P11Oi7TDM/s400/Image24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So there is a Generations Challenge going on right now and I decided to jump in and play along. It involves you having a SIM that you take from placement to 10 generations out! There is not cheating allowed and you have to be on a specific lot to start. So I've been working on Haven Legacy's story ... you can check it out on her own blog! (Just click &lt;a href="http://generationssims3.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvXr661JrQI/AAAAAAAAAho/zuATwNnq7Fg/s1600-h/Rae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 122px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401482725557906690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvXr661JrQI/AAAAAAAAAho/zuATwNnq7Fg/s400/Rae.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/654668837311452863-5989940665338664950?l=oursimsstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5989940665338664950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/legacy-generations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654668837311452863/posts/default/5989940665338664950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654668837311452863/posts/default/5989940665338664950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/legacy-generations.html' title='Legacy Generations!'/><author><name>SIMS Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07489356356864082099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuJGZV2ecI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Au5gQwLDMew/S220/SIMSAddictIconLG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvXr7A4spSI/AAAAAAAAAhw/70P11Oi7TDM/s72-c/Image24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-654668837311452863.post-7002317947129020575</id><published>2009-11-06T15:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:56:07.419-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunset Valley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* Isabella Claire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tales by Rae'/><title type='text'>The Adventures of Isabella Claire: Chapter 3</title><content type='html'>We last left Isabella as she was being proposed to.   They planned the wedding, and started construction on a house, bought land at the top of the cliffs ... and started the build of their house as they begun their wedding plans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decided to name it Claire Mansion, so she could hang onto something with her surname.  The wedding was beautiful, they had it on the beach below their property and even though Leighton and Dexter almost came to blows with Hunter, it was beautiful.  They moved into their house that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSw-XdSG9I/AAAAAAAAAhg/xu_M7Fxu9iw/s1600-h/Screenshot-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401136438619282386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSw-XdSG9I/AAAAAAAAAhg/xu_M7Fxu9iw/s400/Screenshot-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSwy5vwYgI/AAAAAAAAAhY/OSkPE4rgNgc/s1600-h/Screenshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401136241665139202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSwy5vwYgI/AAAAAAAAAhY/OSkPE4rgNgc/s400/Screenshot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was absolutely everything she wanted and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSwytLZWrI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/3Eua6FXH9Sg/s1600-h/Screenshot-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401136238291409586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSwytLZWrI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/3Eua6FXH9Sg/s400/Screenshot-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh that's not good, that's not good at all.....  she thought it was to soon in the marriage.  They had JUSt gotten married and now she was having morning sickness?  She was pregnant!?!?   There was still a slight fear that the baby would be Dexter's.  What if?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter put her fears to rest, he told her he didn't care, that the baby would be a blessing and that he would love him or her no matter what.  They were married, and he loved her.  No matter the genetics, this was his baby.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she decided to take a walk, still shocked by the fact, telling herself all the time "I'm pregnant, I'm REALLY pregnant" ...  it just didn't sink in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSwyhY3Y4I/AAAAAAAAAhI/4DbxuJgzcnM/s1600-h/Image6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401136235126678402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSwyhY3Y4I/AAAAAAAAAhI/4DbxuJgzcnM/s400/Image6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She decided she needed to go to the bookstore to learn everything she could about pregnancy and babies, so she sat and read some books while snacking on some fruit.  Apples, Watermelon, even some grapes!  She was craving fruit big time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSwydPFUkI/AAAAAAAAAhA/i97FUhbz4Iw/s1600-h/Screenshot-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401136234011906626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSwydPFUkI/AAAAAAAAAhA/i97FUhbz4Iw/s400/Screenshot-13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She ran into another pregnant lady on the street and they couldn't help but to stop and compair notes, including the bad fashion out there for pregnant women.  Seriously, they were wearing the same thing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSwyLTe1nI/AAAAAAAAAg4/__ggbihY4cs/s1600-h/Image7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401136229198517874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSwyLTe1nI/AAAAAAAAAg4/__ggbihY4cs/s400/Image7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was feeling so tired and sore these days, she knew the baby would be coming soon.  Hunter just pampered her and talked to the baby all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSwXxSCceI/AAAAAAAAAgw/VS9voIwlnDw/s1600-h/Image9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401135775536542178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSwXxSCceI/AAAAAAAAAgw/VS9voIwlnDw/s400/Image9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSwX4S3lXI/AAAAAAAAAgo/jyHHxAkVuDs/s1600-h/Image10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401135777419072882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSwX4S3lXI/AAAAAAAAAgo/jyHHxAkVuDs/s400/Image10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the passion between them was still there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSwXsmtGWI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Ho6SzBOHC04/s1600-h/Screenshot-31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401135774281046370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSwXsmtGWI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Ho6SzBOHC04/s400/Screenshot-31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During her pregnancy, Isabella discovered a love of photography... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSwXR4rUmI/AAAAAAAAAgY/G10bYxICeV4/s1600-h/Screenshot-36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401135767108670050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSwXR4rUmI/AAAAAAAAAgY/G10bYxICeV4/s400/Screenshot-36.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her and Hunter continued to read pregnancy books and birthing books - they wanted a home birth so they studied on it.  Hoping there were no complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSwXZ3Z1rI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/7ZAd2YEPh0c/s1600-h/Screenshot-37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401135769250813618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSwXZ3Z1rI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/7ZAd2YEPh0c/s400/Screenshot-37.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then one night when they were cuddling on the couch, infront of the fire, she stood up.  They both started to panic ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSwEjArmlI/AAAAAAAAAgI/aw3N2A1tskk/s1600-h/Screenshot-38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401135445288131154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSwEjArmlI/AAAAAAAAAgI/aw3N2A1tskk/s400/Screenshot-38.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So she asked Hunter to take her upstairs to the room they had started to set up as a nursery, where she could see the lighthouse and use that as a focal point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSwEQgEM4I/AAAAAAAAAgA/EsF7KyODHSI/s1600-h/Screenshot-43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401135440319492994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSwEQgEM4I/AAAAAAAAAgA/EsF7KyODHSI/s400/Screenshot-43.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So since they never moved his little office, just shoved it in the corner, he decided to play computer games while she labored away in pain.   She cussed at him from across the room and told him she'd never let him live it down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSwEBXJsuI/AAAAAAAAAf4/_0MEsLkxdiA/s1600-h/Screenshot-44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401135436255572706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSwEBXJsuI/AAAAAAAAAf4/_0MEsLkxdiA/s400/Screenshot-44.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy or girl, they were ready!  Instead of just buying one crib, they bought two - one for each gender since they didn't know what they were having... &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSwEGbI0zI/AAAAAAAAAfw/bgJuNHeAxkE/s1600-h/Screenshot-45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401135437614469938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSwEGbI0zI/AAAAAAAAAfw/bgJuNHeAxkE/s400/Screenshot-45.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then it happened......... the magic of birth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSwD2FwRUI/AAAAAAAAAfo/VG98BtTdPAI/s1600-h/Screenshot-49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401135433229813058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSwD2FwRUI/AAAAAAAAAfo/VG98BtTdPAI/s400/Screenshot-49.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As she held her daughter in her arms for the first time, she started to cry.  It was a miracle, a blessing.  They were no longer Hunter and Isabella, now they were a family ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSvwV3f2wI/AAAAAAAAAfg/-G8jX1dg2o8/s1600-h/Screenshot-50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401135098162567938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSvwV3f2wI/AAAAAAAAAfg/-G8jX1dg2o8/s400/Screenshot-50.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then something strange happened and the pains returned, after another few moments, Isabella found herself giving birth to ANOTHER baby .... it was TWINS, she had been carrying twins!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSvwLguQtI/AAAAAAAAAfY/sGtfhvJsz3Q/s1600-h/Screenshot-55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401135095382688466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSvwLguQtI/AAAAAAAAAfY/sGtfhvJsz3Q/s400/Screenshot-55.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isabella asked Hunter what he thought they should name them...  and he said he always liked the names Joey and Jessie for girls, even though they were seen as mostly boy names.  Isabella thought about it for a minute, and nodded.  Joey Morgan and Jessie Claire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSvvxIR56I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/4u-q023N-ac/s1600-h/Screenshot-60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401135088300844962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSvvxIR56I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/4u-q023N-ac/s400/Screenshot-60.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joey and Jessie grew up so quickly, before they knew it, the girls were toddlers!  So full of energy and busy ... the loved to sit infront of the mirror on the landing outside their nursery where they would play with their bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSvvmJcpDI/AAAAAAAAAfI/xp7Db9EZ5rM/s1600-h/Image8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 370px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401135085352952882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSvvmJcpDI/AAAAAAAAAfI/xp7Db9EZ5rM/s400/Image8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They rarely found time be together much anymore, with Hunter at the Acadamy for Officers and her busy with the twins.  It was always one of those WOW moments when they did manage to cuddle in bed, or on the couch - even if just for a few moments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSvvrLAfzI/AAAAAAAAAfA/3F0WSl-PJ0A/s1600-h/Screenshot-61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401135086701674290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSvvrLAfzI/AAAAAAAAAfA/3F0WSl-PJ0A/s400/Screenshot-61.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they found time for a little............ woohooo ... it was always fantastic.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSvZlr5ngI/AAAAAAAAAe4/C_XmlYrCPbI/s1600-h/Screenshot-63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401134707271900674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSvZlr5ngI/AAAAAAAAAe4/C_XmlYrCPbI/s400/Screenshot-63.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then one morning, she was getting sick again and she stood there and thought....... no, I couldn't be....... &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSvZRvLz1I/AAAAAAAAAew/KRtKrr3bhY0/s1600-h/Screenshot-66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401134701916966738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSvZRvLz1I/AAAAAAAAAew/KRtKrr3bhY0/s400/Screenshot-66.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Could I???   Tired, sick, crabby ... my clothes are to tight....  Oh MY Gosh........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSvZDNqZYI/AAAAAAAAAeo/FZ7ymFxPzoI/s1600-h/Screenshot-67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401134698018268546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSvZDNqZYI/AAAAAAAAAeo/FZ7ymFxPzoI/s400/Screenshot-67.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And sure enough....... expecting again......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSvZIe-y1I/AAAAAAAAAeg/1Y8nUsm48Pg/s1600-h/Screenshot-68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401134699433085778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSvZIe-y1I/AAAAAAAAAeg/1Y8nUsm48Pg/s400/Screenshot-68.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She almost RAN to the comptuer and started to look up the chances of having twins a second time.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSvY76AyyI/AAAAAAAAAeY/hlBnPeRsC0w/s1600-h/Image5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401134696056802082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSvY76AyyI/AAAAAAAAAeY/hlBnPeRsC0w/s400/Image5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned for chapter 4 ...  will Isabella have a boy now?  Another set of twins???  Catch up more with her in the next chapter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/654668837311452863-7002317947129020575?l=oursimsstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7002317947129020575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/adventures-of-isabella-claire-chapter-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654668837311452863/posts/default/7002317947129020575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654668837311452863/posts/default/7002317947129020575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/adventures-of-isabella-claire-chapter-3.html' title='The Adventures of Isabella Claire: Chapter 3'/><author><name>SIMS Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07489356356864082099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuJGZV2ecI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Au5gQwLDMew/S220/SIMSAddictIconLG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SvSw-XdSG9I/AAAAAAAAAhg/xu_M7Fxu9iw/s72-c/Screenshot-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-654668837311452863.post-1255438655641757714</id><published>2009-07-08T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T06:51:46.656-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><title type='text'>Oh MY MY MY - Note from Rae</title><content type='html'>Apparently I've lost all my blog graphics - see - my computer crashed, and I don't just mean - crashed oh no - I mean crashed the motherboard is gone and I'm screwed crashed - yep - it blows!  Oh well though right???   What can ya do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Genz and I have been awful busy with our kids, and lives.  We've both had family visitors and various other stuff going one.  I'm working on getting prepared to homeschool my kids.  I have been sick, and now my 2 yr old is running a 102 + fever  (he just had tubes put in his ears too)  ... so life has been a bit hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even been on my computer for DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unlike me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo..  I just wanted to update the site.  Hopefully Genz and I will be up and running again SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;OH I forgot!!!  I am on the SIMS3 website!  I have stuff to download and all that stuff.  I think you can only access it if you have registered on the SIMS3 website (which you have to buy the game to do) ...   so if you have it, have registered, and want to check it out ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" href="http://www.thesims3.com/mypage/WolfNBearDen"&gt;http://www.thesims3.com/mypage/WolfNBearDen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/654668837311452863-1255438655641757714?l=oursimsstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1255438655641757714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-my-my-my-note-from-rae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654668837311452863/posts/default/1255438655641757714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654668837311452863/posts/default/1255438655641757714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-my-my-my-note-from-rae.html' title='Oh MY MY MY - Note from Rae'/><author><name>SIMS Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07489356356864082099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuJGZV2ecI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Au5gQwLDMew/S220/SIMSAddictIconLG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-654668837311452863.post-8495355698347692251</id><published>2009-06-22T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:38:10.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunset Valley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* Isabella Claire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tales by Rae'/><title type='text'>The Adventures of Isabella: Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>Isabella woke up and decided that men like that weren't worth it.  He obviously didn't care about her or her feelings.  It was time for her to wake up and take charge of her own life.   To have fun and let her hair down, but to figure out what she wanted to do and who she wanted to be in this new life of hers.  So she sat down and started to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-gHOuy5ZI/AAAAAAAAAdo/YuAfNuIJ82g/s1600-h/Ch2_001_IsabellaReading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-gHOuy5ZI/AAAAAAAAAdo/YuAfNuIJ82g/s400/Ch2_001_IsabellaReading.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170928413336978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then she got up and started painting.  She was painting up a storm when she happened to see her neighbors outside walking down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-gG5BflII/AAAAAAAAAdg/ZN8cAr-c4mE/s1600-h/Ch2_002_IsabellaPainting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-gG5BflII/AAAAAAAAAdg/ZN8cAr-c4mE/s400/Ch2_002_IsabellaPainting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170922586182786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So she ran to get dressed, knowing that new friendships in her new life was going to be a must, and she really liked Emma.   She thought they could be best friends.   She never really had a true best friend, for just who she was.  It had always been someone connected to the business or the industry of some sort.  While she was getting dressed and doing her hair - she realized that when she didn't have done up, how long and pretty it was getting.  She knew a lot of her hair style had to do with her actor life style, and decided after today, maybe it was time to leave it down and straight - more simple, and more of what she wanted her life to be now.   But she finished up quick, since she had already started, and ran out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She caught up with Dexter first and asked him how his job hunting was going, and he just gushed over how beautiful she looked.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-gGqy6p-I/AAAAAAAAAdY/PEzHmO-M51s/s1600-h/Ch2_003_IsabellaDexter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-gGqy6p-I/AAAAAAAAAdY/PEzHmO-M51s/s400/Ch2_003_IsabellaDexter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170918766946274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then he leaned in real close and whispered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I figured out where I know you from,"&lt;/span&gt; he looking into her eyes.   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You are Stefinea from Hope Returns."   &lt;/span&gt;All she could do was look at him shocked.   How did he find out?   How did he... then she did what she had always been trained to do. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "I get that all the time,"&lt;/span&gt; she told him.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But it's not me." &lt;/span&gt; Thank goodness she never used her real name while acting.   Much to her relief Emma walked up.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey Emma,"&lt;/span&gt; she said.  They started to talk about all sorts of things.  Emma told her how she was in the process of adopting a baby and Isabella told her how she hoped to someday soon become a mom too.  But she wanted to find the right man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-f_8cXXeI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/R0e5TRyJgbA/s1600-h/Ch2_004_IsabellaDexterEmma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-f_8cXXeI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/R0e5TRyJgbA/s400/Ch2_004_IsabellaDexterEmma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170803245112802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then they started to talk about all sorts of other stuff.   After awhile of standing in the street, Isabella asked Emma if she wanted to come over, and included Dexter to not be rude.   Emma said she would, but she had to run to the library real quick, and said she'd be over in a half hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-f_UsFOeI/AAAAAAAAAdI/nlexuj2iTSY/s1600-h/Ch2_005_IsabellaDexterEmma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-f_UsFOeI/AAAAAAAAAdI/nlexuj2iTSY/s400/Ch2_005_IsabellaDexterEmma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170792573614562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dexter of course jumped on the opportunity.   So Isabella let him in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-f_fmr_fI/AAAAAAAAAdA/OB4FconY1og/s1600-h/Ch2_006_IsabellaDexter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-f_fmr_fI/AAAAAAAAAdA/OB4FconY1og/s400/Ch2_006_IsabellaDexter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170795503779314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The went in back and sat and her bar for a little while and talked about this and that.  She asked him about his career again since she had never gotten an answer and he told her that he had his hand in something, but wouldn't tell her what.   She asked about his relationship with Emma, and he said they were just room mates, for the most part.  He thought she had feelings for him, but he didn't have feelings for anyone but Isabella. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-elAaSwBI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/VvLCB_XEJeI/s1600-h/Ch2_029_Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-elAaSwBI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/VvLCB_XEJeI/s400/Ch2_029_Isabella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350169240942067730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ewwwwwwwww she thought.&lt;/span&gt;  Dexter creeped her out.  Just then she started to feel really funny.  Like she was going to pass out.  So she told Dexter she wasn't feeling well, and asked him to leave.  She got up, and ran to the bathroom.  After being sick she walked into her room, and to her shock, found Dexter there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-f_CrpKSI/AAAAAAAAAc4/NPgBD1pk9gI/s1600-h/Ch2_007_IsabellaDexter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-f_CrpKSI/AAAAAAAAAc4/NPgBD1pk9gI/s400/Ch2_007_IsabellaDexter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170787739937058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before she could even ask him what he was doing there, she passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-f-7hb_EI/AAAAAAAAAcw/1_zcgciIAgo/s1600-h/Ch2_008_IsabellaDexter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-f-7hb_EI/AAAAAAAAAcw/1_zcgciIAgo/s400/Ch2_008_IsabellaDexter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170785818082370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So he picked her up.  Put her in the bed ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-f2OzjTLI/AAAAAAAAAco/nUYhqYhjDhQ/s1600-h/Ch2_009_IsabellaDexter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-f2OzjTLI/AAAAAAAAAco/nUYhqYhjDhQ/s400/Ch2_009_IsabellaDexter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170636375510194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-f1cx2-vI/AAAAAAAAAcY/G4wjtCC9oVo/s1600-h/Ch2_011_IsabellaDexter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-f1cx2-vI/AAAAAAAAAcY/G4wjtCC9oVo/s400/Ch2_011_IsabellaDexter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170622946638578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When she came to, she was in bed, naked next to Dexter and she could only imagine what happened.  She got up and got dressed and accused him of taking advantage of her.  He of course denied it and said it had been all her idea, after all, why had she invited him over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-f1Ff1FLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/a-CWHzlK6rc/s1600-h/Ch2_012_IsabellaDexter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 362px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-f1Ff1FLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/a-CWHzlK6rc/s400/Ch2_012_IsabellaDexter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170616697001138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She told him to leave, or she'd call the cops.   He told her that wouldn't be a good idea at all, considering the people he knew and worked with, but he turned around and left.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then her doorbell rang and so she went to answer it, hoping Dexter had truly left.   She found Hunter at her front door, to her surprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-f043mkTI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vYB-htWN6rA/s1600-h/Ch2_013_IsabellaHunter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-f043mkTI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vYB-htWN6rA/s400/Ch2_013_IsabellaHunter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170613307052338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was looking all great, he said he had just come from the gym.   He wanted to stop by and say Hi.  He had been thinking a lot about her and wanted to know if they could hang out.  She said yes, of course.  So then he said goodnight to her, and  went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabella was still upset, and sick at what had just happened with Dexter, but she had butterflies about Hunter.  The confliction of feelings was making her even more sick and unable to sleep.  So she swam in her pool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-frSxGbII/AAAAAAAAAcA/AOOweo4bT28/s1600-h/Ch2_014_Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-frSxGbII/AAAAAAAAAcA/AOOweo4bT28/s400/Ch2_014_Isabella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170448460409986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And worked out in the back room.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-frPQWB-I/AAAAAAAAAb4/XdOiT1lyYA0/s1600-h/Ch2_015_Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-frPQWB-I/AAAAAAAAAb4/XdOiT1lyYA0/s400/Ch2_015_Isabella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170447517714402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then studied until the sun came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-fqyUhOeI/AAAAAAAAAbw/6tTI6R40XPE/s1600-h/Ch2_016_Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-fqyUhOeI/AAAAAAAAAbw/6tTI6R40XPE/s400/Ch2_016_Isabella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170439750597090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She still felt sick, she was pretty sure that Dexter had slipped her something.  The sun, as it came up, was hurting her eyes and her stomach was still churning ... worst of all, she still felt fuzzy.  Not knowing who else to turn to, given Emma lived with Dexter, she called Hunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-fql-MrBI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_7tLj7BwYHc/s1600-h/Ch2_017_Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-fql-MrBI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_7tLj7BwYHc/s400/Ch2_017_Isabella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170436435749906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He came right over...   They hung out all day just talking.  She told him what happened with Dexter and cried on his shoulder.  He comforted her, and held her as she let it all out.  She realized, she felt so at ease with Hunter, so comfortable and safe.  It was nice.  It was calming.   She realized she had never felt like that with anyone before.  Maybe trying so hard that first night was pushing it.   She realized she had been desprite for companionship, and look what that got her.  Ditched by Leighton, and assulted by Dexter.   Worst of all, all three of them were here neighbors.  Hunter right across the street from her, Leighton across her yard and the street, and Dexter right next door to her with Emma.  Ah, Emma.  She needed to talk to Emma.  Not today though, not today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter got up to use the bathroom and came back, when he did, he asked Isabella sweetly, if he could kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-fqVuHYmI/AAAAAAAAAbg/biJHCo4NusU/s1600-h/Ch2_018_Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-fqVuHYmI/AAAAAAAAAbg/biJHCo4NusU/s400/Ch2_018_Isabella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170432073327202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She said yes.   The sparks flew and fire ignited with in both of them, and pretty soon they found themselves in the guest bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-fdzc9YtI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/MHezNXgJ_1g/s1600-h/Ch2_020_Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-fdzc9YtI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/MHezNXgJ_1g/s400/Ch2_020_Isabella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170216716133074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They cuddled in bed for awhile and just talked about anything that came to mind.   He told her he wanted to take up fishing, and gardening, and she told him that she dreamed of having a big garden herself, and she wouldn't mind fishing.  He told her he wanted to join the police force, and she smiled, told him guys in uniform were hot stuff.  Then he said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"let's get up and do something"&lt;/span&gt; so they went outside and tossed the football around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-fdvpargI/AAAAAAAAAbI/88yBUijnj0o/s1600-h/Ch2_021_Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-fdvpargI/AAAAAAAAAbI/88yBUijnj0o/s400/Ch2_021_Isabella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170215694642690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After playing for awhile, getting all hot ans sweaty, they pulled her into his arms.. and he told her that he thought he was falling in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-fdYPA3fI/AAAAAAAAAbA/98jN6t83sf8/s1600-h/Ch2_022_Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-fdYPA3fI/AAAAAAAAAbA/98jN6t83sf8/s400/Ch2_022_Isabella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170209409883634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She asked him if he wanted to spend the night, and he did ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-fdJThiLI/AAAAAAAAAa4/haa6GwJpZ48/s1600-h/Ch2_023_Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-fdJThiLI/AAAAAAAAAa4/haa6GwJpZ48/s400/Ch2_023_Isabella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170205402269874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They ended up making love all night long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-emP3FHxI/AAAAAAAAAaw/A_64uaWpgz4/s1600-h/Ch2_024_Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-emP3FHxI/AAAAAAAAAaw/A_64uaWpgz4/s400/Ch2_024_Isabella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350169262269210386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When they weren't, they were talking about futures and where they saw themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-el49QEjI/AAAAAAAAAao/X1I_NJkAzUU/s1600-h/Ch2_025_Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-el49QEjI/AAAAAAAAAao/X1I_NJkAzUU/s400/Ch2_025_Isabella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350169256121078322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got up the next morning, he asked her, if she would please be his girlfriend.  She of course, said yes - because she was falling for him hard.  Doing nothing but thinking about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-S-2siH9I/AAAAAAAAAZA/Z03nVzfBD6o/s1600-h/Ch2_039_Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-S-2siH9I/AAAAAAAAAZA/Z03nVzfBD6o/s400/Ch2_039_Isabella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350156490871283666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went home for awhile, and late that evening, she decided to go over and see him.  When she got in there, he blurted out ...  "Since you and I are getting along so well, and involved now, do you want to move in together?"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-ar38dMJI/AAAAAAAAAaI/PAahUVbYS0w/s1600-h/Ch2_030_Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-ar38dMJI/AAAAAAAAAaI/PAahUVbYS0w/s400/Ch2_030_Isabella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350164960882012306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So they packed up his stuff, and he moved in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They spent hours, just talking.  Getting to know each other, loving each other, and falling hard and fast for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-arLTR-yI/AAAAAAAAAaA/lQr1GUkqUc4/s1600-h/Ch2_031_Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-arLTR-yI/AAAAAAAAAaA/lQr1GUkqUc4/s400/Ch2_031_Isabella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350164948898151202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One morning when she got up, she blurted out that she loved him, his excitement showed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-aq8PscLI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/nczoQOTLfM0/s1600-h/Ch2_032_Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-aq8PscLI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/nczoQOTLfM0/s400/Ch2_032_Isabella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350164944856576178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-S_rLtpbI/AAAAAAAAAZY/OX81xtwUACs/s1600-h/Ch2_036_Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-S_rLtpbI/AAAAAAAAAZY/OX81xtwUACs/s400/Ch2_036_Isabella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350156504960705970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Isabella, I have been in love with you for awhile now.  I love you so very much.  I'm so happy that you found me.  That first night,"&lt;/span&gt; he laughed.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I was so thrown out of sorts by your wanting to take care of me.  It just threw me off.  But it made me think about you, a lot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-aqsISzCI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tm9BY93ASRg/s1600-h/Ch2_033_Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-aqsISzCI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tm9BY93ASRg/s400/Ch2_033_Isabella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350164940530568226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Hunter," she smiled.   "I love living in this house with you, but I think we need to start thinking about moving.  Finding a bigger house, someplace that is just ours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-aqmMfpnI/AAAAAAAAAZo/9TS0NE4Xedo/s1600-h/Ch2_034_Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-aqmMfpnI/AAAAAAAAAZo/9TS0NE4Xedo/s400/Ch2_034_Isabella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350164938937575026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So she called a friend of her's who sold houses, and asked her to start looking for some land, and a couple of contracters.  She wanted to build her own house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-S_8Y3tcI/AAAAAAAAAZg/UrYCWM-EHBE/s1600-h/Ch2_035_Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-S_8Y3tcI/AAAAAAAAAZg/UrYCWM-EHBE/s400/Ch2_035_Isabella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350156509579294146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while they were hard at work, she started to paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-S_Qj3PQI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/_Due50Gicps/s1600-h/Ch2_037_Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-S_Qj3PQI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/_Due50Gicps/s400/Ch2_037_Isabella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350156497814240514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hunter came out and grabbed her, kissing her the way they do in movies, that left her toes curled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-S_NYBf5I/AAAAAAAAAZI/WYXRspPPtp8/s1600-h/Ch2_038_Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-S_NYBf5I/AAAAAAAAAZI/WYXRspPPtp8/s400/Ch2_038_Isabella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350156496959274898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he started to make her some Apple Pancakes.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-StoqTtKI/AAAAAAAAAY4/hCp10_YDGks/s1600-h/Ch2_040_Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-StoqTtKI/AAAAAAAAAY4/hCp10_YDGks/s400/Ch2_040_Isabella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350156195046077602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-StWilaAI/AAAAAAAAAYw/r6H_fDZ6XvE/s1600-h/Ch2_041_Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-StWilaAI/AAAAAAAAAYw/r6H_fDZ6XvE/s400/Ch2_041_Isabella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350156190181844994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After breakfast, he stood beside her listening to her chatter on... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-StHSg-bI/AAAAAAAAAYo/d7MjfesOEBk/s1600-h/Ch2_042_Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-StHSg-bI/AAAAAAAAAYo/d7MjfesOEBk/s400/Ch2_042_Isabella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350156186087913906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then all of a sudden he got down on one knee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-Ss0YVpUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/enJZ5sHt4ZE/s1600-h/Ch2_043_Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-Ss0YVpUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/enJZ5sHt4ZE/s400/Ch2_043_Isabella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350156181012063554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Isabella,"&lt;/span&gt; he said.   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Will you please grant me the honor, the privledge, the hope - of becoming my wife.  Of loving me forever as I will love you.  Of being my best friend.  Of making our dreams come true."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-SsyqebVI/AAAAAAAAAYY/a5QglZwVPww/s1600-h/Ch2_044_Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-SsyqebVI/AAAAAAAAAYY/a5QglZwVPww/s400/Ch2_044_Isabella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350156180551265618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"YES!"&lt;/span&gt;  She screamed.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "YES YES YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-SOETOWWI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/hSztVnH5I-k/s1600-h/Ch2_045_Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-SOETOWWI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/hSztVnH5I-k/s400/Ch2_045_Isabella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350155652709636450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I love you Hunter"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-SN-m0h8I/AAAAAAAAAYI/TGm6bINtHD8/s1600-h/Ch2_046_Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-SN-m0h8I/AAAAAAAAAYI/TGm6bINtHD8/s400/Ch2_046_Isabella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350155651181217730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I love you Bella" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-SNj4aU6I/AAAAAAAAAYA/wuzDGSUlMTs/s1600-h/Ch2_047_Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-SNj4aU6I/AAAAAAAAAYA/wuzDGSUlMTs/s400/Ch2_047_Isabella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350155644007240610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Now,"&lt;/span&gt; she said.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Before we take a step further in our lives, I'm rich,"&lt;/span&gt; she told him about her past and how she had been a child actress.  She told him she didn't tell him earlier because she wanted to find someone who loved her for her before telling them.  He clearly loved her for her.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"and I need your help designing our house."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-SNYH3zZI/AAAAAAAAAX4/CXYjCN9e1Vk/s1600-h/Ch2_048_Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-SNYH3zZI/AAAAAAAAAX4/CXYjCN9e1Vk/s400/Ch2_048_Isabella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350155640850861458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for Chapter 3.....  how will Leighton and Dexter react to the news of Isabella and Hunter getting married?   Is anything going on between Dexter and Emma?   Will Isabella and Hunter get a house built?  Will they get married?  Will Isabella end up pregnant from Dexter taking advantage of her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-SNN0DH2I/AAAAAAAAAXw/KRJNnTV8_q4/s1600-h/Rae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 122px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-SNN0DH2I/AAAAAAAAAXw/KRJNnTV8_q4/s400/Rae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350155638083362658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/654668837311452863-8495355698347692251?l=oursimsstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8495355698347692251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/adventures-of-isabella-chapter-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654668837311452863/posts/default/8495355698347692251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654668837311452863/posts/default/8495355698347692251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/adventures-of-isabella-chapter-2.html' title='The Adventures of Isabella: Chapter 2'/><author><name>SIMS Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07489356356864082099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuJGZV2ecI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Au5gQwLDMew/S220/SIMSAddictIconLG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj-gHOuy5ZI/AAAAAAAAAdo/YuAfNuIJ82g/s72-c/Ch2_001_IsabellaReading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-654668837311452863.post-3283702073311571956</id><published>2009-06-20T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T12:01:59.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunset Valley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* Isabella Claire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tales by Rae'/><title type='text'>Adventures of Isabella Claire: Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0h8B4pKpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/FsWSLKydnF8/s1600-h/000_IsabellaClaire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0h8B4pKpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/FsWSLKydnF8/s400/000_IsabellaClaire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349469247567899282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isabella Claire grew up in the spot light.   She started out as an adorable baby on a sitcom that everyone just fell in love with, and then ended up with her own show on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The SIMS Channel&lt;/span&gt; as a young teenager, where in addition to the show, she sang.  Her life was wonderful until her popularity got out of control and the Simarazzi was all over her.  Once she was stuck in a car for several hours un-able to move because of them surrounding her, she just had enough.  Then the pictures of her crying in her car hit all the Rag-Magz.   She moved out of her Rallibu Mansion, packing up a few essentials, and her brimming bank account, leaving her family behind.  She essentially ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put on the oversized hat, the huge sunglasses, baggy clothes and a wig.  She got an old beater car and she left.  She let the car take her as far as it could go.  Then the radiator burst and she was stuck on the side of the road.  A guy named Leighton Sekemoto was driving home from work, and stopped.  He offered her a ride into town...   Sunset Valley.  She was hesitant, no matter how little your parents are truly involved in your life, when they beat into your head &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't talk to strangers"&lt;/span&gt; ... it tends to stick with you and it's hard to shake.  But she got in his car.  They chatted the whole way into town, so much so, she didn't notice the carseat in the backseat until they were sitting infront of Valley Reality, and the Fix-It Garage.   When she asked him about it, he admitted to her that he has a little boy.  Sam, who is a year old.   She thought that was adorable and asked him about Sam's Mom, she was told that she died during child birth.   Bella's heart started to melt for Leighton, she couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course she was the type who fell in love with every leading man she had... not that she had many.  She was still very young. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got out of the car and watched him drive away.   She started to go to the Garage to talk to the guy outside covered in oil about fixing her car, when some woman with a big voice came out of the Reality office.   After the woman huffed down the street, Isabella took a good long look around the little town.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big enough, &lt;/span&gt;she thought,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but small enout too&lt;/span&gt;.   So instead of going directly to Mr. Monkey Oil... she walked into the building to find a place to start her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0aeTHPojI/AAAAAAAAAXg/3SFD94g04kg/s1600-h/001_Claire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0aeTHPojI/AAAAAAAAAXg/3SFD94g04kg/s400/001_Claire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349461040215073330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She ended up getting a rather humble place that was furnished.   She wasn't looking at the ratty used furniture, or the hole in the roof, she was looking at the possibility.  It was cheap, and even though she could have bought a million dollar mansion here - not that they had any - she wanted to be comfortable, not saught out.   She knew she would fix it up, and re-decorate almost immediately, add a pool and a work out center.  But her first priority was to meet new people, and start working on a couple books.  Then she wanted to start painting.  She started working on her first book right away, a Sci-Fi Novel called "The Race Through Space"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new guy ended up moving in across the street from her and when she noticed, she went over to introduce herself.  His name was Hunter Griffin.  He was tall, dark, and drop dead drool-over.  They talked about music, about some future hopes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0aeb4MqeI/AAAAAAAAAXY/ppwPlS2DAKU/s1600-h/002_ClaireGriffin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 397px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0aeb4MqeI/AAAAAAAAAXY/ppwPlS2DAKU/s400/002_ClaireGriffin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349461042567883234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then they fell into an awkward silence.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0aePYgZoI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SkEWKFGCFXo/s1600-h/003_ClaireGriffin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0aePYgZoI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SkEWKFGCFXo/s400/003_ClaireGriffin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349461039213733506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He grumbled that he was hungry, practically yelled it, and so she thought she'd be nice and go make him some dinner.  She opened up her fridge and he stirnly told her that she was behaving inappropriately, if she didn't stop he'd have to ask her to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"How am I behaving inappropriate, Hunter?"  &lt;/span&gt;She asked continuing to cook.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  "I'm just trying to be nice." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Isabella," he said.  "I need you to leave.  I have an early day tomorrow." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0ad9-ltHI/AAAAAAAAAXI/SxMH5fA1NBo/s1600-h/004_ClaireGriffin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0ad9-ltHI/AAAAAAAAAXI/SxMH5fA1NBo/s400/004_ClaireGriffin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349461034541626482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And he pushed her out the door.    She looked at her phone, no voicemail.  Dang.  She felt very defeated, and worse... alone.   No one from her privious life seemed to miss her, of course she couple blame that on the Diva Moment when she told them all to take a long walk off a short bridge.  And she wasn't clicking with anyone here really, other then Leighton. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0adp7N2jI/AAAAAAAAAXA/0DBVsuBEsAc/s1600-h/005_Claire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0adp7N2jI/AAAAAAAAAXA/0DBVsuBEsAc/s400/005_Claire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349461029158771250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She went for a long walk after leaving Hunters.  She didn't just want to walk across the street and go home so she just started walking.   She found herself in the town's graveyard, and much to her surprise, she met some.... spirits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0aRJ9dapI/AAAAAAAAAW4/fp7QU-vqZzw/s1600-h/006_Claire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0aRJ9dapI/AAAAAAAAAW4/fp7QU-vqZzw/s400/006_Claire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349460814419815058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She just hung out in the graveyard for the rest of the night with the ghosts and fished in the spooky groaning water, but caught nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0aRFU3a2I/AAAAAAAAAWw/JVIUPLxJQ6s/s1600-h/007_Claire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0aRFU3a2I/AAAAAAAAAWw/JVIUPLxJQ6s/s400/007_Claire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349460813175810914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0aQsySjXI/AAAAAAAAAWo/l5-YdAC5vtk/s1600-h/008_Claire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0aQsySjXI/AAAAAAAAAWo/l5-YdAC5vtk/s400/008_Claire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349460806588337522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On her way home, she noticed her neightbor beside her was outside, so she stopped to introduce herself to him.  Much to her surprise, he invited her in even though it was super early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0aQjoyotI/AAAAAAAAAWg/pg37NEah2Qs/s1600-h/009_ClaireDexter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0aQjoyotI/AAAAAAAAAWg/pg37NEah2Qs/s400/009_ClaireDexter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349460804132578002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She also met Dexter Montague's room-mate Emma Wolf.   She got along with both of them very well and ended up spending all morning with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0aQcnxalI/AAAAAAAAAWY/VKWcLHHCYeA/s1600-h/010_ClaireEmma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 345px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0aQcnxalI/AAAAAAAAAWY/VKWcLHHCYeA/s400/010_ClaireEmma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349460802249255506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She kept getting this feeling that Dexter was starting to have feelings for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0Z6FvG24I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/OKF42QqEyrY/s1600-h/011_ClaireDexterEmma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0Z6FvG24I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/OKF42QqEyrY/s400/011_ClaireDexterEmma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349460418148883330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dexter tried to cook but burned it black, so Emma took over and made a very nice meal that they all shared as they talked about a lot of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0Z6M7HU-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/cEVbhqMhC44/s1600-h/012_ClaireDexter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0Z6M7HU-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/cEVbhqMhC44/s400/012_ClaireDexter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349460420078293986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before she left, Dexter came up to her and gave her a huge hug.  She wasn't sure how she felt about it, and just left it at that.  She said goodbye to Emma and Dexter and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0Z57w5XeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/1sKCXR49L8M/s1600-h/013_ClaireDexter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0Z57w5XeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/1sKCXR49L8M/s400/013_ClaireDexter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349460415472033250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She went into town to attend some classes she had signed up for, and really enjoyed them.  But she decided on the car ride over, she had to start living for her, and making that mark on her house she wanted, and get herself another car.  She was told the junker she had gotten wasn't even worth fixing, the engine had warped or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0Z5h8KEnI/AAAAAAAAAV4/gLBIEv4Com0/s1600-h/014_ClaireGoingToTown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0Z5h8KEnI/AAAAAAAAAV4/gLBIEv4Com0/s400/014_ClaireGoingToTown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349460408539943538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So when she got home, she started making plans...  ordering stuff online for immediate shipping, and gutted out her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0Z5po4asI/AAAAAAAAAVw/KLxvVb3feuI/s1600-h/015_Before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0Z5po4asI/AAAAAAAAAVw/KLxvVb3feuI/s400/015_Before.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349460410606578370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0Zs6p1vBI/AAAAAAAAAVo/wQT0ijI5-AA/s1600-h/016_Gutted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0Zs6p1vBI/AAAAAAAAAVo/wQT0ijI5-AA/s400/016_Gutted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349460191835700242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With in a couple of days, it was HOME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0Zss1B4VI/AAAAAAAAAVg/XaW954cwYec/s1600-h/017___After.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0Zss1B4VI/AAAAAAAAAVg/XaW954cwYec/s400/017___After.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349460188124537170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0ZsaBqG8I/AAAAAAAAAVY/dxpnrPaWY9c/s1600-h/017__After.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0ZsaBqG8I/AAAAAAAAAVY/dxpnrPaWY9c/s400/017__After.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349460183077231554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0ZsTc-nhI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/WEcYCLmcz7c/s1600-h/017_After.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0ZsTc-nhI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/WEcYCLmcz7c/s400/017_After.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349460181312773650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And she got to work again on a new book, this one a biography about a guy in town who had asked her to do it.   After the extensive interview process, and asking his suggestions, she ended up calling it "Dr. McIrhottie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0ZsMbn8-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/3hprEZGk9E8/s1600-h/018_Claire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0ZsMbn8-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/3hprEZGk9E8/s400/018_Claire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349460179428045794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It took her awhile but she got it done to her satisfaction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0ZelYd7XI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ZwQPxPP7trM/s1600-h/019_Claire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0ZelYd7XI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ZwQPxPP7trM/s400/019_Claire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349459945607523698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The following morning, she rewarded herself by attending a few more classes in town, including a painting one at the highschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0ZeS109HI/AAAAAAAAAU4/8Bo6qAt_gFk/s1600-h/020_Claire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0ZeS109HI/AAAAAAAAAU4/8Bo6qAt_gFk/s400/020_Claire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349459940630393970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On her way home, the first time she really drove her little pink car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0ZeHoXdUI/AAAAAAAAAUw/c1py3Wzc7zc/s1600-h/021_Claire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0ZeHoXdUI/AAAAAAAAAUw/c1py3Wzc7zc/s400/021_Claire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349459937621144898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She decided to stop at the gym.  It was a stuck up place, the guys were pumping iron and didn't want to be bothered, and the women made fools of themselves trying to get the guys attention.  Giggling and hanging around in their bikinis.  So she left.  It just wasn't the sceen for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0ZdyhTXxI/AAAAAAAAAUo/bDCrIOohc38/s1600-h/022_Claire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0ZdyhTXxI/AAAAAAAAAUo/bDCrIOohc38/s400/022_Claire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349459931954372370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But the only good thing that came out of it was she found out that Leighton actually lived right by her, just across the other street from her.  She walked over to his house and happened to see, through the window, that he was busy, with another woman in his living room.  So she went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0Zdn1PnZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/3PwCHWmEHns/s1600-h/023_Claire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0Zdn1PnZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/3PwCHWmEHns/s400/023_Claire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349459929085222290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On her way home she decided to call up Hunter, to apoligize for whatever it had been that had upset him the other night, and when she invited him him over, she was shocked to see him come running out his door right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0ZJu1_XJI/AAAAAAAAAUY/twvUY2kBfgs/s1600-h/024_ClaireHunter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0ZJu1_XJI/AAAAAAAAAUY/twvUY2kBfgs/s400/024_ClaireHunter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349459587370015890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She apoligized to him and he told her not to worry about it, he was just moving in and he had been groucy.  It was a matter of her touching his stuff and his food and he just needed to be alone.  He understood her intentions were good and all was forgiven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0ZJltbPDI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/pyjExcNFJZQ/s1600-h/025_ClaireHunter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0ZJltbPDI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/pyjExcNFJZQ/s400/025_ClaireHunter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349459584918174770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So she asked him if he had any luck finding a job yet, and he said he hadn't.  Then said that reminded him, he had a job interview and had to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0ZJSFqb4I/AAAAAAAAAUI/nZybVhGCHxM/s1600-h/026_ClaireHunter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0ZJSFqb4I/AAAAAAAAAUI/nZybVhGCHxM/s400/026_ClaireHunter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349459579651125122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After he left, Isabella looked back over at the house Leighton lived in, and noticed the girl walking down the street from the house, so she decided to go back over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0ZJP1UMgI/AAAAAAAAAUA/PgYzCkFIFMY/s1600-h/027_ClaireLeighton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0ZJP1UMgI/AAAAAAAAAUA/PgYzCkFIFMY/s400/027_ClaireLeighton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349459579045687810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He invited her in, and she started watching TV with him.  It was a little awkared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0ZIwg8DSI/AAAAAAAAAT4/iU0TjEyZjWM/s1600-h/028_ClaireLeighton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0ZIwg8DSI/AAAAAAAAAT4/iU0TjEyZjWM/s400/028_ClaireLeighton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349459570638720290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh, Isabella,"&lt;/span&gt; he said.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I saw your new car, it's nice!"&lt;/span&gt;  ....  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"thanks,"&lt;/span&gt; she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0X89CICxI/AAAAAAAAATw/SgmiuBSwgD0/s1600-h/029_ClaireLeighton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0X89CICxI/AAAAAAAAATw/SgmiuBSwgD0/s400/029_ClaireLeighton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349458268329085714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then he just up and left the house, apparently he lived with his mother and all she did was growl at Isabella and go upstairs.  So when Isabella heard the baby crying from the other room, she waited a few heartbeats before getting up to get him herself.  That's when she realized he had left and his mother was no where in sight.  So she went in and picked up Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0X8cGjUJI/AAAAAAAAATo/vZFPzURc70A/s1600-h/029_ClaireSam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0X8cGjUJI/AAAAAAAAATo/vZFPzURc70A/s400/029_ClaireSam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349458259489280146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0X8GWtdzI/AAAAAAAAATg/UmrxOIJnNO8/s1600-h/030_ClaireSam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0X8GWtdzI/AAAAAAAAATg/UmrxOIJnNO8/s400/030_ClaireSam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349458253651474226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He felt so good in her arms and her heart just melted.  He was the sweetest baby in the world and just cuddled back into her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0X8KR9UzI/AAAAAAAAATY/euScSRqaWSA/s1600-h/031_ClaireSam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0X8KR9UzI/AAAAAAAAATY/euScSRqaWSA/s400/031_ClaireSam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349458254705283890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He loved it when she tossed him in the air and tickled him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0X704HqII/AAAAAAAAATQ/YZ24HVy-4CU/s1600-h/032_ClaireSam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0X704HqII/AAAAAAAAATQ/YZ24HVy-4CU/s400/032_ClaireSam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349458248959764610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She changed his diaper, gave him a bottle, put him in the highchair and fed him... watching him cover the walls, and highchair in babyfood and not manage to get a single drop into his own mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0XtUHdr0I/AAAAAAAAATI/mJu1UMYBXn8/s1600-h/033_ClaireSam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0XtUHdr0I/AAAAAAAAATI/mJu1UMYBXn8/s400/033_ClaireSam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349457999647584066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0XtEPdjfI/AAAAAAAAATA/_8UlxYmGgWs/s1600-h/034_ClaireSam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0XtEPdjfI/AAAAAAAAATA/_8UlxYmGgWs/s400/034_ClaireSam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349457995386162674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Leighton finally came back home, she was cleaning up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0Xs_bx-gI/AAAAAAAAAS4/iuyDXDJ9mBM/s1600-h/034_LeightonClaireSam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0Xs_bx-gI/AAAAAAAAAS4/iuyDXDJ9mBM/s400/034_LeightonClaireSam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349457994095655426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leighton was very curious as to why she was even still there.  She explained to him that she hadn't even known he had gone and that she hadn't seen his mother at all, so she wasn't going to just leave Sam alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0Xsxz4d-I/AAAAAAAAASw/x8b50MevItA/s1600-h/035_LeightonClaire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0Xsxz4d-I/AAAAAAAAASw/x8b50MevItA/s400/035_LeightonClaire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349457990438647778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leighton said thank you, but then stated it was late and maybe she should go home.   She was upset.  She had just taken care of his child for several hours and hadn't felt like he was very gracious.  Maybe he wasn't the guy she thought he was.  She stood outside his house for a little while, feeling stunned and let down.  Then she realized she looked like a stalker and walked back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0XstHlB4I/AAAAAAAAASo/PtGuENhRWNU/s1600-h/036_Clairestalking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0XstHlB4I/AAAAAAAAASo/PtGuENhRWNU/s400/036_Clairestalking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349457989179082626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But she couldn't just leave it alone.  Especially when she could see from her living room window that his friends seemed to be just coming and going as they pleased.  So she called him up and asked him to come over, just to talk for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0Xbpw7Y8I/AAAAAAAAASg/G2TxnOx-77U/s1600-h/037_ClairePhone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0Xbpw7Y8I/AAAAAAAAASg/G2TxnOx-77U/s400/037_ClairePhone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349457696220996546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She told him that she felt like he was upset with her, and he explained he was just shocked when he got home.  He apologized for leaving without letting her know that his mom was around and would take care of Sam and she was free to leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0Xbe3W-YI/AAAAAAAAASY/_MFEyko9W5I/s1600-h/038_ClaireLeighton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0Xbe3W-YI/AAAAAAAAASY/_MFEyko9W5I/s400/038_ClaireLeighton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349457693295180162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She told him that she was really attracted to him from the time he had picked her up on the side of the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0XbJm9lqI/AAAAAAAAASQ/nFSxTzOyAjc/s1600-h/039_ClaireLeighton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0XbJm9lqI/AAAAAAAAASQ/nFSxTzOyAjc/s400/039_ClaireLeighton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349457687589263010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He thought that was really sweet and then he kissed her, she got so excited the leap into his arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0XaxmviJI/AAAAAAAAASI/qnJ1R1yYEnM/s1600-h/040_ClaireLeighton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0XaxmviJI/AAAAAAAAASI/qnJ1R1yYEnM/s400/040_ClaireLeighton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349457681145890962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So he kissed her some more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0Xayy1vYI/AAAAAAAAASA/eSoWFMmEkO8/s1600-h/041_ClaireLeighton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0Xayy1vYI/AAAAAAAAASA/eSoWFMmEkO8/s400/041_ClaireLeighton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349457681465064834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Things got hot and heavy and ended up quickly in the bedroom.  They ended up woohoo'ing ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0XJhqzC5I/AAAAAAAAAR4/CQUC_HRXT08/s1600-h/042_ClaireLeightonWooHoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0XJhqzC5I/AAAAAAAAAR4/CQUC_HRXT08/s400/042_ClaireLeightonWooHoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349457384810154898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Afterwards, he got up quickly, and all but ran out of the house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0XJVLL-WI/AAAAAAAAARw/PP-NuEO-ChY/s1600-h/043_ClaireLeighton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0XJVLL-WI/AAAAAAAAARw/PP-NuEO-ChY/s400/043_ClaireLeighton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349457381456345442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in his underware.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0XJb0KK2I/AAAAAAAAARo/pAopu4CmwTs/s1600-h/044_ClaireLeighton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0XJb0KK2I/AAAAAAAAARo/pAopu4CmwTs/s400/044_ClaireLeighton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349457383238806370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He had to come back into her place for his clothes and gave her a quick peck, saying goodnight and they'd talk later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All she could do, was go curl into bed and cry herself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0XJN9vruI/AAAAAAAAARg/u4npc5o69ck/s1600-h/045_ClaireAsleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0XJN9vruI/AAAAAAAAARg/u4npc5o69ck/s400/045_ClaireAsleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349457379520917218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will something truly develope between Leighton and Isabella?  Or is it over before it even started?  What about Dexter and his attraction for her?  Or hottie Hunter?  Does Isabella even know where her heart lays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0XI4IkkvI/AAAAAAAAARY/eZA38Lrq9R8/s1600-h/Rae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 122px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0XI4IkkvI/AAAAAAAAARY/eZA38Lrq9R8/s400/Rae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349457373660746482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/654668837311452863-3283702073311571956?l=oursimsstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3283702073311571956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/adventures-of-isabella-claire-chapter-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654668837311452863/posts/default/3283702073311571956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654668837311452863/posts/default/3283702073311571956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/adventures-of-isabella-claire-chapter-1.html' title='Adventures of Isabella Claire: Chapter 1'/><author><name>SIMS Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07489356356864082099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuJGZV2ecI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Au5gQwLDMew/S220/SIMSAddictIconLG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sj0h8B4pKpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/FsWSLKydnF8/s72-c/000_IsabellaClaire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-654668837311452863.post-4313052809414651712</id><published>2009-06-19T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T10:04:12.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House and Floor Plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* D&apos;Ambrosio Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riverview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tales by Rae'/><title type='text'>Chapter 1:  The Tale of Raelyn &amp; Dante</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(As a pre-cursor I have to explain, for some reason when I loaded my software, Riverview didn't load right.  There was no school in the town, so we reloaded it and I transferred the family to the "new" Riverview - in doing so, apparently a lot of the paintings the family did - came out with big question marks instead of what it had been.  So I'll have to get rid of them and start over with that.  Howver I didn't notice it until I had taken the photos.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dante D'Ambrosio is Italian, his wife Raelyn is Irish... the both have other stuff mixed in of course, but that is the biggest chunks.   Dante and Raelyn met, of call places - online.    Raelyn was afraid that he wouldn't really want her, and she put all of her sorid past out there, on how she dated this guy in highschool, and found out at the age of 15 that she was pregnant, the father of her twin boys wanted nothing to do with them, and she hadn't heard from him since she was pregnant.  Raising the boys as a single mom hadn't been easy, but she thought she had done a good job.   He didn't care though, he loved kids and was excited to be a Dad to a couple of little boys.  They had moved into a small house, and he became "Daddy" to her boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxS540WNeI/AAAAAAAAARI/T779QVp6c38/s1600-h/Raelyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxS540WNeI/AAAAAAAAARI/T779QVp6c38/s400/Raelyn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349241611867272674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Raelyn' all about reading, writing and nature.  She loves her garden, the beautiful enviorment, and getting her hands dirty in the Earth, to not only provide fresh food for her family, but to also contribute to the better-ness of the World.  Raelyn is a very natural girl.  She'll get down and dirty, she'll even fish, if she has to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxS56w7aEI/AAAAAAAAARA/qN6zoUkPgzk/s1600-h/Dante1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxS56w7aEI/AAAAAAAAARA/qN6zoUkPgzk/s400/Dante1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349241612389804098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dante is a gamer, he loves his comptuer and if he could, he'd game and drive.   Since it wouldn't be a good idea, he doesn't.  Being the gamer he is he got an idea for a game, and developed it, took it to some companies, and made a ton of money.  After the first one, he ended up doing a few more.  He has his silly side, his childish side, but he can be very serious too.   He also loves nature and working in the garden with his wife.  He loves to jump in the pool with his kids, and go fishing.  Since neither he nor Raelyn need to work, they get to focus on their family.   Raelyn wants to write though, and he has been encouraging her ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... between slapping his butt while running through the garden sprinklers anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxSo_U58iI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/UI_mK4ASm8c/s1600-h/Dante2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxSo_U58iI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/UI_mK4ASm8c/s400/Dante2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349241321556668962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Their oldest children, legally adopted by Dante, twins Braxton Dante and Brayden Gio are in highschool.   Braxton is the brains, Brayden the brawn.  Brax thrives in school and does very well.  He's a 4.0 student and is pushing his way to be Valedictorian of their class.    Brayden however is struggling.  Braxton helps him to an extent, but he gets frustrated, won't even do homework next to him since he thinks that his brother is going to copy the answers he's put down.   Braxton is just as competitive in academics as Brayden is on the game fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxSoybSaMI/AAAAAAAAAQw/5c_llijbHXw/s1600-h/BraxtonBrayden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxSoybSaMI/AAAAAAAAAQw/5c_llijbHXw/s400/BraxtonBrayden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349241318093777090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many many years later, after Dante made all his money with his games, they talked about having more kids.  Raelyn had put the thought of ever having more kids out of her head after the pregnancy with the boys, let's face it, being a teenager and pregnant isn't easy.. and it had just never returned.  The thought of having more babies grew from a tiny seed to a hot ball of want.  They were still young enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had built this great house in a nice small town where everyone knows everyone.  The boys were going to a great school, and she was starting to think about sitting down and trying to write a book when she got the flu.  Well, she thought it was the flu.  Several weeks later she went to the doctor, and taking some tests to check her blood for various things, the doctor came back in with a half cocked grin on his face and said that it wasn't the flu, but a longer lasting bug... something like a parasite.  Confused, her heart sank, and she thought she was seriously sick.  When the doctor broke out into a full smile and said "Raelyn, stop fretting, it'll go away in 9 months!"  She burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several months later they did an ultrasound, and much to Raelyn's shock and horror, followed immediately by ecstatic joy, it was announced there were two heartbeats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months later, Mia Rae and Molly Rain joined their family.   Now they are toddlers walking and talking up a storm.  Just over two they are potty training too.   Before we know it, they'll be heading off to grade school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy holding Molly, with Mia playing on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxSosFHNiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/-HUuUSe0vro/s1600-h/MiaMollyRaelyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxSosFHNiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/-HUuUSe0vro/s400/MiaMollyRaelyn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349241316390155810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mia loves to hide in the toy box and pop out trying to scare everyone.  She'll peek and peek and peek and then suddenly POP out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxiNm1MaBI/AAAAAAAAARQ/km7Tzj58M5k/s1600-h/MiaRae1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 325px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxiNm1MaBI/AAAAAAAAARQ/km7Tzj58M5k/s400/MiaRae1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349258443310786578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxSoSLgDeI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Cy0Ui1tbnfo/s1600-h/MiaRae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxSoSLgDeI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Cy0Ui1tbnfo/s400/MiaRae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349241309437627874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to their surprise, they found out yet again that they were pregnant.  This time once the nausea and drag you down tiredness hit her, she sorta new.   So she got a home pregnancy test, took and cried in the bathroom when the two pink lines showed up.  She waited a few days until everything was perfect and slapped on a coupld of "Big Sister" shirts on the girls, and let them announce it.  Their older brothers caught on right away, but Dante pulled a "they aren't big sisters, they are little......." then the light bulb went off.  "No," he said.  "No way" ...  sure enough.  Once it was confirmed at the doctor, he was jumping for joy.   Like the 5 pregnancy tests she took over the weekend just to prove it to him hadn't been enough.  A few weeks later they had an early ultrasound and found out... TWINS AGAIN!!!   Two tiny little sacs with fluttering hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They welcomed Max Harrison and Mason Tanner into their family a few months later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxSoJPXi8I/AAAAAAAAAQY/L_iepZ4FLmY/s1600-h/MaxMason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxSoJPXi8I/AAAAAAAAAQY/L_iepZ4FLmY/s400/MaxMason.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349241307037928386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their house may not look the grandest from the outside, but Dante doesn't want to draw a lot of attention to their wealth.  He's not one of those "rub it in your face" type of guys.  But once you see the inside, you can just feel it.  Not just the wealth of comfort, but the wealth of love that the family holds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxRVyD9m_I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/UAZbYSK5nhY/s1600-h/HouseFront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxRVyD9m_I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/UAZbYSK5nhY/s400/HouseFront.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349239892066802674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The main floor ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxRViFcRZI/AAAAAAAAAQI/zzXsomZ6smU/s1600-h/HouseDownstairs1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxRViFcRZI/AAAAAAAAAQI/zzXsomZ6smU/s400/HouseDownstairs1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349239887778039186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A:  Living Room&lt;br /&gt;B:  Library&lt;br /&gt;C:  Master Bedroom&lt;br /&gt;D:  Master Bathroom&lt;br /&gt;E:  Entry Room/Dining Room (all open through to the Library)&lt;br /&gt;F:  Hallway&lt;br /&gt;G:  Nursery&lt;br /&gt;H:  Entertainment Room&lt;br /&gt;I:  Garage&lt;br /&gt;J:  Downstairs Bathroom&lt;br /&gt;K:  Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;L:  Work Out Studio&lt;br /&gt;M:  Green House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxQRM0SETI/AAAAAAAAAQA/pqSUH52hUwk/s1600-h/House_MasterBedroomBath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxQRM0SETI/AAAAAAAAAQA/pqSUH52hUwk/s400/House_MasterBedroomBath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349238713837818162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Nursery has a divider.  There is an area for the babysitter (or Nanny) to spend time close to the babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxQQ56hPKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/PspaDEkJe2k/s1600-h/House_NurserySide1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxQQ56hPKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/PspaDEkJe2k/s400/House_NurserySide1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349238708763704482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxQQmmmEII/AAAAAAAAAPw/J6UsdXq0PSs/s1600-h/House_NurserySide2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxQQmmmEII/AAAAAAAAAPw/J6UsdXq0PSs/s400/House_NurserySide2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349238703579861122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The below pic should actually be labled Entry Area/Dining Room, Living Room, Library...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxQQshqFxI/AAAAAAAAAPo/eiIt4_itDhk/s1600-h/House_LivingRoomDenLibrary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxQQshqFxI/AAAAAAAAAPo/eiIt4_itDhk/s400/House_LivingRoomDenLibrary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349238705169766162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxQQfBJ8XI/AAAAAAAAAPg/WikDTgcK5YQ/s1600-h/House_Kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxQQfBJ8XI/AAAAAAAAAPg/WikDTgcK5YQ/s400/House_Kitchen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349238701543780722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxP4p81dII/AAAAAAAAAPY/BfnjUeg_Stg/s1600-h/House_GreenHouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxP4p81dII/AAAAAAAAAPY/BfnjUeg_Stg/s400/House_GreenHouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349238292161590402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One side and back half of the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxP4X5BajI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/0gAaHsXgerg/s1600-h/HouseBackSide2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxP4X5BajI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/0gAaHsXgerg/s400/HouseBackSide2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349238287313758770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the other side....  the $3,110 is what Dante was playing for bills... ouch huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxP4DTi2hI/AAAAAAAAAPI/EBdWQ-1L-Zc/s1600-h/HouseBackSide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxP4DTi2hI/AAAAAAAAAPI/EBdWQ-1L-Zc/s400/HouseBackSide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349238281787857426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Raelyn tending to her garden early in the morning while the boys get an early swin before school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxP4Lg-SwI/AAAAAAAAAPA/B5LJGCq9ziQ/s1600-h/House_Garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxP4Lg-SwI/AAAAAAAAAPA/B5LJGCq9ziQ/s400/House_Garden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349238283991665410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad decided to join in of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxP31bBwtI/AAAAAAAAAO4/9IBPefflT4o/s1600-h/House_Pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxP31bBwtI/AAAAAAAAAO4/9IBPefflT4o/s400/House_Pool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349238278061146834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The upstairs ...  which actually only covers half the house yet.  They have room to expand if they need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxPGRumitI/AAAAAAAAAOw/uxPwgUDveuA/s1600-h/HouseUpstairs1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxPGRumitI/AAAAAAAAAOw/uxPwgUDveuA/s400/HouseUpstairs1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349237426665982674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxPGOKSKmI/AAAAAAAAAOo/kc3EpHrZvc4/s1600-h/House_BoysRoomBath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxPGOKSKmI/AAAAAAAAAOo/kc3EpHrZvc4/s400/House_BoysRoomBath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349237425708345954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxPF5Sj1SI/AAAAAAAAAOg/z-H7SFxlguA/s1600-h/House_UpstairsBedroomDen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxPF5Sj1SI/AAAAAAAAAOg/z-H7SFxlguA/s400/House_UpstairsBedroomDen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349237420105913634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxPFpdylEI/AAAAAAAAAOY/1fACNnKuTAE/s1600-h/HouseNeighborhood1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxPFpdylEI/AAAAAAAAAOY/1fACNnKuTAE/s400/HouseNeighborhood1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349237415858050114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is in store for the D'Ambrosio family?   Will they end up with another set of twins if they decide to have more?   Especially since the older boys are about to graduate from Highschool and move out on their own.   Will Raelyn ever start her dream of writing novels?   What will Dante do next?  How will the little ones grow up and what kind of trouble will they get into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess we'll just have to see!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxPFglC3nI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7tWZEbntsOM/s1600-h/Rae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 122px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxPFglC3nI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7tWZEbntsOM/s400/Rae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349237413472558706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/654668837311452863-4313052809414651712?l=oursimsstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4313052809414651712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/chapter-1-tale-of-raelyn-dante.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654668837311452863/posts/default/4313052809414651712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654668837311452863/posts/default/4313052809414651712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/chapter-1-tale-of-raelyn-dante.html' title='Chapter 1:  The Tale of Raelyn &amp; Dante'/><author><name>SIMS Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07489356356864082099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuJGZV2ecI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Au5gQwLDMew/S220/SIMSAddictIconLG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxS540WNeI/AAAAAAAAARI/T779QVp6c38/s72-c/Raelyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-654668837311452863.post-3497491306821714294</id><published>2009-06-19T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T10:03:02.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* The Brady Bunch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tales by Genz'/><title type='text'>The Brady Bunch - Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxJROt6cBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/p8akiwrqt8c/s1600-h/bradybunch.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349231017766580242" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxJROt6cBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/p8akiwrqt8c/s400/bradybunch.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story.....of a lovely lady....who was bringing up three very lovely girls.  All of them had hair of gold, like their mother.  The youngest one in curls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxJMNkMEgI/AAAAAAAAAOA/5hyXqblvqAs/s1600-h/Screenshot-84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349230931558011394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxJMNkMEgI/AAAAAAAAAOA/5hyXqblvqAs/s400/Screenshot-84.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story.....of a man named Brady....who was busy with 3 boys of his own.  They were 4 men....living all together.  Yet they were all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxJDMhhDZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/PmsHGoA6Liw/s1600-h/Screenshot-83.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349230776659545490" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxJDMhhDZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/PmsHGoA6Liw/s400/Screenshot-83.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the one day when the lady met this fellow.  And they knew that it was much more than a hunch!  That this group...would somehow form a family.  That's the way they all became the Brady bunch.  The Brady Bunch..................The Brady Bunch...............that's the way we became the Brady Bunch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxI03cgE0I/AAAAAAAAANw/cbmcfV49scQ/s1600-h/Screenshot-82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349230530483196738" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxI03cgE0I/AAAAAAAAANw/cbmcfV49scQ/s400/Screenshot-82.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol Brady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxIq4q557I/AAAAAAAAANo/WsY2pGppcPA/s1600-h/Screenshot-71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349230359013353394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxIq4q557I/AAAAAAAAANo/WsY2pGppcPA/s400/Screenshot-71.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Brady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxIh4oWjCI/AAAAAAAAANg/7v07jvrqn1k/s1600-h/Screenshot-70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349230204383824930" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxIh4oWjCI/AAAAAAAAANg/7v07jvrqn1k/s400/Screenshot-70.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg Brady, 17 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxIQ8MywFI/AAAAAAAAANY/6rv9R7KrBF0/s1600-h/Screenshot-80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349229913284198482" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxIQ8MywFI/AAAAAAAAANY/6rv9R7KrBF0/s400/Screenshot-80.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marsha....Marsha....Marsha Brady, 17 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxIGoV9OWI/AAAAAAAAANQ/e3cleSno_Kg/s1600-h/Screenshot-79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349229736155232610" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxIGoV9OWI/AAAAAAAAANQ/e3cleSno_Kg/s400/Screenshot-79.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Brady, 14 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxH8SYkLyI/AAAAAAAAANI/jVulicCAdCk/s1600-h/Screenshot-74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349229558461902626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxH8SYkLyI/AAAAAAAAANI/jVulicCAdCk/s400/Screenshot-74.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan Brady, 14 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxHxXjw23I/AAAAAAAAANA/n0tCuyPREz4/s1600-h/Screenshot-72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349229370872486770" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxHxXjw23I/AAAAAAAAANA/n0tCuyPREz4/s400/Screenshot-72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bobby Brady, 8 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxHijS9rII/AAAAAAAAAM4/QDAb3BTRb3o/s1600-h/Screenshot-75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349229116325211266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxHijS9rII/AAAAAAAAAM4/QDAb3BTRb3o/s400/Screenshot-75.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cindy Brady, 8 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxG325smTI/AAAAAAAAAMo/FKl6Dq8mJXo/s1600-h/Screenshot-73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349228382853568818" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxG325smTI/AAAAAAAAAMo/FKl6Dq8mJXo/s400/Screenshot-73.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There you have it.....my homage to The Brady Bunch via The Sims 3.  I hope you enjoyed!  I am not sure THIS Brady Bunch will be such a nice, happy family though.  There may be a little dysfunction that goes on, we'll just have to wait and see!!  Tune in later for Chapter 2!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349228900237367938" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 328px; height: 130px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxHV-Tm2oI/AAAAAAAAAMw/bIRz_xYjyjY/s400/Genz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/654668837311452863-3497491306821714294?l=oursimsstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3497491306821714294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/brady-bunch-chapter-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654668837311452863/posts/default/3497491306821714294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654668837311452863/posts/default/3497491306821714294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/brady-bunch-chapter-1.html' title='The Brady Bunch - Chapter 1'/><author><name>SIMS Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07489356356864082099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuJGZV2ecI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Au5gQwLDMew/S220/SIMSAddictIconLG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjxJROt6cBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/p8akiwrqt8c/s72-c/bradybunch.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-654668837311452863.post-8395297313999800325</id><published>2009-06-19T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T10:04:12.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunset Valley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House and Floor Plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tales by Rae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* McCaden Family'/><title type='text'>McCaden Family - Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(I'm taking a note from Genz and labeling them "chapters" now - great idear there dear)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The McCaden family starts out with Hannah and Phillip McCaden.  They moved into a small house in Sunset Valley.   Highschool Sweethearts from a tiny farm town&lt;/span&gt; they wanted to move to a city, or at least one that was small enough to know most the people in town, but big enough that it had it's own school system.  Being bused a half hour was no fun.  Hannah inherited the farm and wealth upon the tragic accident of her parents.  They were out celebrating their 25th Anniversary and were hit by a drunk driver.  Her Dad was killed on impact, but her Mom had hung on for several days before she died due to complications.   Being an only child, she got everything.  Phillip asked her to marry him on her birthday, and they were married a few months later on Halloween.  Very small ceremony, only a few friends and a peppering of distant family.   Phillip, being put in foster care at a young age due to his mother losing her life to the fight of drug addiction, had no family either.   They clung to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjwoKw-eyuI/AAAAAAAAAMg/q0cXBN_e7JY/s1600-h/McCaden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjwoKw-eyuI/AAAAAAAAAMg/q0cXBN_e7JY/s400/McCaden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349194622820076258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They started out their family  ...  moving ... being found with some money Hannah trusted Phillip to invest to hopefully make more in the long run, and go from there.  What they really wanted to was to work on having babies.   After a couple of years, they found they had no luck at all.   Hannah went to a doctor hoping for some answers, and was told she would have to start fertility treatments due to some issues she had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after, they had triplet girls.... a few years later twins, and then was blessed with another shortly after the twins were born.  Hannah likes to call the older girls her Trips, and the younger three her Irish Trips cuz they were 9 months apart, born in the same year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjwoKngDNsI/AAAAAAAAAMY/qZmv0_KOyWY/s1600-h/McCaden2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjwoKngDNsI/AAAAAAAAAMY/qZmv0_KOyWY/s400/McCaden2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349194620276520642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the triplets were born they realized they had to get more room.  There was no choice in the matter, so they started production on their own house.  Personally designed by Hannah and Phillip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sjwn85IY1VI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/589WuBn-02g/s1600-h/House1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sjwn85IY1VI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/589WuBn-02g/s400/House1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349194384490943826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sjwn8hkawfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/26wyRCepma0/s1600-h/House2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sjwn8hkawfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/26wyRCepma0/s400/House2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349194378166059506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sjwn8cNL-TI/AAAAAAAAAMA/m5DS5QUs0mg/s1600-h/House3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 111px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sjwn8cNL-TI/AAAAAAAAAMA/m5DS5QUs0mg/s400/House3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349194376726444338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Main Floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sjwn8eQKb2I/AAAAAAAAAL4/qCRkce8X9q8/s1600-h/Housemainfloor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sjwn8eQKb2I/AAAAAAAAAL4/qCRkce8X9q8/s400/Housemainfloor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349194377275797346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2nd Floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sjwn8KE24QI/AAAAAAAAALw/awG_iSs2zEg/s1600-h/House2ndFloor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sjwn8KE24QI/AAAAAAAAALw/awG_iSs2zEg/s400/House2ndFloor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349194371859669250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice the room with all windows, that's the work out area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sjwhk6e8e6I/AAAAAAAAALo/Ukx8Y7ZRJN0/s1600-h/HouseBack1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sjwhk6e8e6I/AAAAAAAAALo/Ukx8Y7ZRJN0/s400/HouseBack1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349187375467363234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sjwhk0FJogI/AAAAAAAAALg/9CJex7SUrB0/s1600-h/HouseBack2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sjwhk0FJogI/AAAAAAAAALg/9CJex7SUrB0/s400/HouseBack2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349187373748560386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjwhkhdPX3I/AAAAAAAAALY/iihmzYJS_Yo/s1600-h/HouseBack3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjwhkhdPX3I/AAAAAAAAALY/iihmzYJS_Yo/s400/HouseBack3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349187368749326194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phillip has started a drinking habit the last few years.  Hannah has noticed it progressively increasing, but hasn't said anything about it.  Deep down though, she's gotten a little worried.  He spends a lot of time fishing, which she knows that he loves, and she fully supports that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjwhkQgF7KI/AAAAAAAAALQ/wqE8aZGz3IY/s1600-h/Phillip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjwhkQgF7KI/AAAAAAAAALQ/wqE8aZGz3IY/s400/Phillip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349187364197887138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah has become a best selling author.  She's written 4 books, and is almost finished with her fifth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjwhkDbsLSI/AAAAAAAAALI/_IX7VS6P85Y/s1600-h/Hannah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjwhkDbsLSI/AAAAAAAAALI/_IX7VS6P85Y/s400/Hannah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349187360689761570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The older triplets are amazing.  Each one has their own style but they are so much a like too.  They are great in school, and love showing their smarts when it comes to telling Mom and Dad about everything they don't know, so they thing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LilleighBella, EllyannaRae, and KaetlynLea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjwhYBx4BiI/AAAAAAAAALA/nvk7G9LOrBc/s1600-h/KaetlynLilleighEllyanna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjwhYBx4BiI/AAAAAAAAALA/nvk7G9LOrBc/s400/KaetlynLilleighEllyanna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349187154087511586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The twins, LiamPatrick and LoganMichael are learning new stuff every day.  They are on the verge of walking and talking and being potty trained.  Mom &amp;amp; Dad's favorite time of the day is when they get to sit down and read tot he boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjwhX1m97RI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ByZz-c4qtNU/s1600-h/LiamPatrick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjwhX1m97RI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ByZz-c4qtNU/s400/LiamPatrick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349187150820535570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LiamPatrick (above) and LoganMichael (below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjwhXqt-L5I/AAAAAAAAAKw/lN4i6GL2aUU/s1600-h/LoganMichael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 335px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjwhXqt-L5I/AAAAAAAAAKw/lN4i6GL2aUU/s400/LoganMichael.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349187147897122706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then there is the baby of the family (so far) ...  little MollyMorgan.  She is always so bright eyed and taking EVERYTHING in.   Hannah can just watch her and her heart melts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjwhXqxknCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/BaA9tpFp7Cs/s1600-h/MollyMorgan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjwhXqxknCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/BaA9tpFp7Cs/s400/MollyMorgan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349187147912223778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned to find out how this family grows ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjwhXdj8Z1I/AAAAAAAAAKg/p-kaNy0XePQ/s1600-h/Rae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 122px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjwhXdj8Z1I/AAAAAAAAAKg/p-kaNy0XePQ/s400/Rae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349187144365401938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/654668837311452863-8395297313999800325?l=oursimsstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8395297313999800325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/mccaden-family-chapter-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654668837311452863/posts/default/8395297313999800325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654668837311452863/posts/default/8395297313999800325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/mccaden-family-chapter-1.html' title='McCaden Family - Chapter 1'/><author><name>SIMS Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07489356356864082099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuJGZV2ecI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Au5gQwLDMew/S220/SIMSAddictIconLG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjwoKw-eyuI/AAAAAAAAAMg/q0cXBN_e7JY/s72-c/McCaden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-654668837311452863.post-8158961490077581683</id><published>2009-06-19T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T10:02:35.540-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tales by Genz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riverview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* Laurel Grisby'/><title type='text'>The Epic Saga of Laurel Grisby - Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the beginning of our story, Laurel Grisby is a single mother living in a small trailer with her toddler daughter, Willow. Laurel has led a difficult life so far, seeking attention from men to replace her own absent father. When she became pregnant with Willow, she had no idea who the father was, and to this day doesn't know. She slept with so many men in her late teens that she really didn't even know where to begin trying to figure that out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349123957356586850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 192px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sjvn5fnFZ2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/gYH2hmAcfGk/s320/Screenshot-21.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alone and with only a minimum wage job, Laurel hoped she would find something more. She dreamed of a perfect life with a husband and children, in a big house on a hill somewhere, but that dream seemed very far away. One night while she was out clubbing, Laurel met Hal Breckenridge. He seemed like such a sweetheart, and when she found out he was a cop, she was thrilled! A big, strong man who could protect her - this is just what she needed. Laurel's daughter, now a young child, could sense that something just wasn't quite right about Hal. When she was alone with him, Hal said mean things to her. She wanted to warn her mother, but she could see how happy her mother was when she was with Hal, so she didn't want to ruin that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349124744491274754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 192px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvonT6nkgI/AAAAAAAAAII/Tz3FOH-Vu48/s320/Screenshot-31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One night after dinner, Hal came over to Laurel's place. He told her that he had missed her and just wanted to see her. Laurel's heart melted at the thought of this, and over the next few hours they talked of their future together, the things they would do. Hal said he would take care of Laurel and Willow, would always be there for them, the things he said sounded like the dream she had always had!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349125689486374978" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 192px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvpeUTAeEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/S476_3pcw2c/s320/Screenshot-32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Late that night, Laurel and Hal made love. It felt so right, Laurel just knew that Hal was "the one".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349126265013799138" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 192px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sjvp_0TcCOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/h2HSjq15LG4/s320/Screenshot-33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning, Laurel awoke with a big smile on her face. She decided to cook some breakfast for Hal and Willow as they started their new lives together. When Hal got up, Laurel tried to kiss him goodmorning but he pulled away. Laurel asked what was wrong and Hal told her the truth. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Look Lauren...I mean Laurie....er...whatever-your-name-is, you're real nice and all, and even slightly cute, but you got baggage....a kid....and that's not how I roll. And as an officer of the law, I really should advise you....you shouldn't sleep with every guy you meet at the club. You could get a disease or something!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349127453159394434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 192px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvrE-fbDII/AAAAAAAAAIo/vVjCrqH-1ao/s320/Screenshot-35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are UN-believable Hal!!! I can't believe that you slept with me, said all those things to me, you lied. You're.........a liar......you're........" And Laurel began to sob. "Well, it was fun....see ya." Hal said as he walked out the door. "YEAH GET OUT AND STAY OUT YOU SON-OF-A-LLAMA!!!!!" Laurel screamed. Thankfully, Willow had already left for school. Laurel was glad she didn't have to witness that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349137965605263938" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 192px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sjv0o4Z1GkI/AAAAAAAAAKI/-dt1m4vu_Wc/s320/Screenshot-36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a few weeks later, Laurel was introduced to her next door neighbors, who lived in the trailer park behind hers. There was Lamont, Latoya and their young son Jakobi. In another trailer was Will Laker, whom she thought looked awful familiar but couldn't place him, and his gay roomate Chen Chow. Will wasn't gay, and he was a very good looking mixed race man. In the last trailer lived a woman named Maria Gonzales, who was very nice. Living with her was her brother, Juan and his best friend Joey Peters. Juan was a bit of a hoodlem, always in trouble with the law, but extremely charming, muscular and handsome. Joey was chubby, a pothead and very lazy. They all invited Laurel and Willow over for a party, and Laurel had a great time. Juan showed a particular interest in her, and by the night's end, they were making out. For the next 3 months, Laurel and Juan took things slowly. They hadn't even slept together yet, which was a first for Laurel. She really liked Juan though, and Willow had grown attached to him also. Since they lived so close, they saw each other everyday. Juan had even given up his life of crime and had a job at the pizza shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349128797179977250" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 192px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvsTNW5niI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Fzel5NfEVhU/s320/Screenshot-45.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Things took an unexpected turn though. Laurel had been sick for days, and when she finally went to the health clinic, she was told that she was 3 months pregnant. She knew it had to be Hal's baby. She hadn't slept with Juan yet, and in a way she was glad because then she would be in the same situation of not knowing who her child's father was again. She was even beginning to show, and she knew she would have to tell Juan the truth. He would probably leave her, she thought, but she wasn't about to give up her baby. If Juan couldn't love her, past mistakes and all, then she didn't need him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349130046551368418" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 192px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sjvtb7oQIuI/AAAAAAAAAJA/GzNkcJ6loR4/s320/Screenshot-47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she told Juan the truth, he actually took it rather well. "Juan, I know this is hard, I know this isn't what we planned and I'm sorry this happened. But I need you to understand that I can't give up this baby." Juan replied "Laurel, I love you. I love you no matter what you have done in the past, and this baby is a blessing. I love Willow and I will love this baby too. And when we have one of our own, I will love him or her too! I promise you. In fact, I have wanted to ask you this for a while now, and I know it's only been 3 months, but....would you be my wife?" "YES!!!!!!" Laurel screamed with joy. Finally things were going her way! She was engaged to a wonderful man and pregnant with her second child. She had many dreams for their future together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349131277855756210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 192px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvujmmGD7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/W6NEF_xjELk/s320/Screenshot-51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next several months flew right by. Juan moved in with Laurel and Willow, things were going really great between them. They were planning a wedding one year from now, and were loving their lives together, though things were tough financially. Willow was doing great in school, Juan was still crime-free and in the fall, their daughter, Hallie was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349138684643033186" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 192px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sjv1SvBywGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Ar3eIwCV7hU/s320/Screenshot-53.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their bliss, they made love. They had been sexually active since finding out Laurel was pregnant with Hal's baby, but this particular night was special because she was no longer pregnant. It was just she and Juan. They were using protection of course, they wanted to have children together but they knew it was best to wait until after the wedding. Besides, Hallie was just two weeks old. Having children nine months apart probably wasn't the best idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349133153027230962" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 192px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvwQwJ0DPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/emXoOhVVV38/s320/Screenshot-54.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Exactly 4 weeks later, when Laurel's "womanly visitor" didn't show up, she took a pregnancy test. To her surprise, it was positive! She was nervous about telling Juan the news, but she knew he would be happy regardless! And she was right! Juan was thrilled. He agreed that the timing wasn't the best, but they were very much in love and this was a product of their love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349134595158423170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 192px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvxksgrtoI/AAAAAAAAAJg/euwAD55sZ38/s320/Screenshot-55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eight months later, Laurel went into labor! She couldn't believe this was happening so early....it wasn't time yet! She tried to call Juan but he wasn't at work. Odd, she thought. She left a message on his cell phone for him to call her right away, she was on her way to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349135247431180418" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 192px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvyKqaoIII/AAAAAAAAAJo/99gIsdN7aEM/s320/Screenshot-56.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning, Laurel was released from the hospital. Still no Juan. When he finally got home, he was all beaten up with a black eye and cut lip. When Laurel asked him about it, he apologized profusely and said that someone tried to rob the store he worked at, and he chased after them. Relieved that he was okay, Laurel and Juan just wanted to enjoy their newborn TWIN daughters.....Juanita and Juliana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349135831831111058" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 192px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvysrebZZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/2gupgrKSce0/s320/Screenshot-57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While Laurel was busy with Willow, a young child....Hallie, a toddler....and infant twins Juanita and Juliana, Juan was busy with work. He had been back in the business of "crime" for months now, unbeknownst to Laurel. He had to do it though, the minimum wage he was earning at the pizza place wasn't supporting himself, much less his fiance and their 4 children. He was making plenty at his "new" job, which was really just being a gang member. Juan wasn't a bad person, he just wanted to support his family. One night he told Laurel that the pizza shop called him in. This wasn't the case, but she believed him. She was pre-occupied with the kids anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349136763127757442" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 192px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sjvzi402eoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1dQxQno7pbY/s320/Screenshot-58.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, that was the last time she would see Juan. He was killed in a gang related shooting. In a strange twist of fate, Hal was the one who told her the news. She didn't feel it was the right time to tell him about Hallie, and she didn't think she even wanted to tell him ever. She was devastated as was Willow. Hallie was too young to understand what was happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349137121547159602" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 192px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sjvz3wCsiDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/0N3tDf4Am80/s320/Screenshot-60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the end of chapter 1. What will become of Laurel? Will she learn to love again or will she forever grieve her dear finance, Juan? Will Willow grow up and avenge her step-father's death in the gang world? Will Laurel reveal to Hal that Hallie is his daughter? Could she ever forgive him for the way he treated her that night? Will Juanita and Juliana still grow into thriving adults in the midst of all this? Will Laurel ever break this cycle of poverty for herself and her children? Find out as our story progresses.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349142328559652994" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 127px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sjv4m1rN0II/AAAAAAAAAKY/91pLYZ1thK4/s320/Genz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/654668837311452863-8158961490077581683?l=oursimsstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8158961490077581683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/epic-saga-of-laurel-grisby-chapter-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654668837311452863/posts/default/8158961490077581683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654668837311452863/posts/default/8158961490077581683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/epic-saga-of-laurel-grisby-chapter-1.html' title='The Epic Saga of Laurel Grisby - Chapter 1'/><author><name>SIMS Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07489356356864082099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuJGZV2ecI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Au5gQwLDMew/S220/SIMSAddictIconLG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sjvn5fnFZ2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/gYH2hmAcfGk/s72-c/Screenshot-21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-654668837311452863.post-1916204137929824761</id><published>2009-06-19T11:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:57:23.429-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><title type='text'>My Intro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi, it's me...Genz! I'll be adding some stories to this blog as well and I hope you'll enjoy them! My stories tend to be a little on the wacky side...adulterous affairs, scandalous acts, children born in tumultous relationships....that kind of thing. If you have a suggestion for a story, please drop us a line! At some point I would like to include some objects that we've created, for you to download 100% free to enjoy in your own game. All of my stories will include screenshots and if I can master it, I may do some videos at some point also!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349102670091521410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvUiaXmDYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/n2VhJdGKJg4/s320/Genz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/654668837311452863-1916204137929824761?l=oursimsstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1916204137929824761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-intro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654668837311452863/posts/default/1916204137929824761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654668837311452863/posts/default/1916204137929824761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-intro.html' title='My Intro'/><author><name>SIMS Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07489356356864082099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuJGZV2ecI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Au5gQwLDMew/S220/SIMSAddictIconLG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvUiaXmDYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/n2VhJdGKJg4/s72-c/Genz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-654668837311452863.post-1324818567778930065</id><published>2009-06-19T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T10:04:12.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunset Valley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House and Floor Plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tales by Rae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* Rae Family'/><title type='text'>Rae Family ... The Beginning... to Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Emma Rae is created as my first SIM in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;YEARS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;!  So I quickly get back into things.   Yes most my toons look somewhat like me (or my husband) unless they are game created of course.  And after a little while, I discovered the wonderful world of cheats, and started using them somewhat to make my SIMS life a little less stressful and more more enjoyable.  After all, can you really enjoy the SIMS when you have to go to work most the day and it takes you a half hour to pee?  Time is PRECIOUS!  When you can do nothing but work and meet your SIMS needs, what fun is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} p.MsoPlainText, li.MsoPlainText, div.MsoPlainText 	{margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Courier New"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Sectio&lt;/style&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So Yes, I use cheats.  Get over it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvBWj2CJwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hDXhg4udjP8/s1600-h/Emma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvBWj2CJwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hDXhg4udjP8/s320/Emma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349081575755753218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma got reddish brown hair, and the traits of Lucky, Good Sense of Humor, Hopeless Romantic, Bookworm, and Family-Oriented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before I started using the cheats, Emma got a journalism job, because your life wish is to be a Professional Author.   I figured it fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she met Leighton.  &lt;i&gt;Ooooooooooooooooooooooooh Leighton.  &lt;/i&gt;  And their story begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, Emma was desperate to woohoo .. she hadn't woohoo'd since moving to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Sunset&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.  Emma met Leighton at some party, and then he called her, much to her surprise.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She thought, WONDERFUL!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can get some action!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So Emma invited Leighton over, thinking he was awful cute with his bad boy rocker looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He accepted!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;YAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And then, he showed up with his son Sam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Emma did something she didn’t quite expect so soon after moving to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Sunset&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She instantly feel love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So she asked if he was single, expressed her interest in him, and then after some flirting (okay a lot of flirting) … she asked him to go steady and then they woohoo’d.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;WHEW … was a woohoo relief!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She needed that release.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvBDQYotXI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YWmdPCwjNog/s1600-h/EmmaLeightonWoohoo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvBDQYotXI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YWmdPCwjNog/s320/EmmaLeightonWoohoo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349081244114662770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Emma and Leighton went on a few dates, toured the theater together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They’d meet at the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then she started wanting a baby.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every time they talked, it was brought up by both of them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, she decided since he wasn’t taking initiation, she’d ask him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So she got down on one knee and proposed to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Leighton, of course being as in love with Emma as she with him, said yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They quickly had a private wedding and Leighton moved in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sam was still with his mom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So after the wedding, they immediately started to try for a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And they were blessed with Liam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Deciding that it was time to increase their house size, they started to put additions onto Emma’s tiny trailer, and pretty soon it turned into a big house.  The Trailer was the Dining Room, Kitchen, Bathroom, and Emma &amp;amp; Leighton's room and that's it.  The rest, they added on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvBXCyLXMI/AAAAAAAAAHo/x1k7lSMWDb0/s1600-h/1stFloorHouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvBXCyLXMI/AAAAAAAAAHo/x1k7lSMWDb0/s320/1stFloorHouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349081584061078722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvBXNJKpqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/KTiQFRAYlmw/s1600-h/2ndFloorHouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvBXNJKpqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/KTiQFRAYlmw/s320/2ndFloorHouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349081586841855650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvAzDl3CpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/j99VFNr6emo/s1600-h/RaeHouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvAzDl3CpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/j99VFNr6emo/s320/RaeHouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349080965802560146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their neighborhood&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvAyfeN3NI/AAAAAAAAAGA/DRUjSMU5bJs/s1600-h/Neighborhood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvAyfeN3NI/AAAAAAAAAGA/DRUjSMU5bJs/s320/Neighborhood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349080956106824914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Leighton started to miss his son Sam.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So at Liam’s birthday party, he invited his mom over hoping she’d bring Sam.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But she didn’t.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;They got into a big fight in the back yard, and something horrible happened.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Leighton’s mom died, right there, next to the swing set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvBDEHBDgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/YYZ-WVlYwtw/s1600-h/LeightonMom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvBDEHBDgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/YYZ-WVlYwtw/s320/LeightonMom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349081240819535362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ooooooooooh no!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvGcGVxrzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/fSL7tYo0JkU/s1600-h/oopsIkilledhismother1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvGcGVxrzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/fSL7tYo0JkU/s320/oopsIkilledhismother1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349087168473182002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They expected Sam to come to them (somehow) and searched around town for him, but couldn’t find him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For years they would search.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Checking houses at night when people were home, hoping Sam would be there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But there was no luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Emma and Leighton went on with their lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Emma staying home writing books, following her dream, and Leighton advancing in his athletic career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After Liam they had twin boys, Brayden and Phillip.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then another set of twin boys, Xander and Caleb.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then their SIXTH BOY, Max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvAy4xJlRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/voBW4V7n8gA/s1600-h/Rae6boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvAy4xJlRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/voBW4V7n8gA/s320/Rae6boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349080962897122578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Xander - awake and hungry - Caleb -cow skin bed - and Liam sleeping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvBW8NRtCI/AAAAAAAAAHY/axPgA0GbyX4/s1600-h/Boysyounger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvBW8NRtCI/AAAAAAAAAHY/axPgA0GbyX4/s320/Boysyounger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349081582295692322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Liam, Brayden and Phillip had all grown up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Brayden and Phillip decided to move out, and across the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After moving out, Phillip went across the street… and met the neighbor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her name is Erin Kennedy and she has a little boy named Vicente.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well apparently they got along rather well because Phillip came over and told his mother and father that &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Erin&lt;/st1:place&gt; was expecting his child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh my!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My first GRANDCHILD!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How exciting!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Shortly after, Emma found out she, too, was expecting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh my oh my!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, a few days later she went over to visit Erin and Vicente, with her youngest son Max, to see how they were getting along, with her being so pregnant, and much to Emma’s shock, Erin went into labor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So while &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Erin&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; labored Emma took care of Vicente and Max.  &lt;/span&gt;And then it happened, Emma’s first GRANDSON was born.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; labored in her living room, with various people coming by and ringing her doorbell, Emma took care of Vicente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju_E5iqlJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/zS5XDi03Jhg/s1600-h/RaminBirth1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju_E5iqlJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/zS5XDi03Jhg/s320/RaminBirth1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349079073319195794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Awwww…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Erin&lt;/st1:place&gt; named him Ramin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju_EpHl7bI/AAAAAAAAAFw/LKh4nvsSzuw/s1600-h/RaminBirth2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju_EpHl7bI/AAAAAAAAAFw/LKh4nvsSzuw/s320/RaminBirth2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349079068910677426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Emma tried to invite Phillip over to see his son, taking Ramin outside.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But Phillip kept walking away, apparently he and Erin were no longer getting alone, and Emma started to see why.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The first thing after Ramin was born, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Erin&lt;/st1:place&gt; was letting anyone who came over (mostly guys) in and was dancing with him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sure Emma was making sure the babies needs were taken care of, but she couldn’t stay there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was pregnant herself!&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;So while Erin partied away, Emma changed, fed and cuddled both Ramin and Vicente one last time, and took Max home – leaving &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Erin&lt;/st1:place&gt; 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  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Finally, after 6 beautiful boys, Emma welcomed her first girls into the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Twin girls, SophieRose and VictoriaLily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yay!! Pink babies!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Emma with Sophie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju_D4a4Q0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Wqsord-PHJ4/s1600-h/EmmaSophieBaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju_D4a4Q0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Wqsord-PHJ4/s320/EmmaSophieBaby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349079055838233410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the girls turned into Toddlers - Sophie is in the crib and Victoria on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvAzvdKgbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jK9arZQZHQI/s1600-h/SophieVictoria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvAzvdKgbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jK9arZQZHQI/s320/SophieVictoria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349080977577247154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Emma went over to try to talk to Erin about Ramin and ask her to please let her see him, and Phillip to see him.  Ya know a Mom, she's got to butt in.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju_Ec7pLtI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xlGuPKmbsqo/s1600-h/KennedyHouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju_Ec7pLtI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xlGuPKmbsqo/s320/KennedyHouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349079065639333586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Erin was totally avoiding answering the door.  But she was spotted through the window with Vicente!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju_EDD0KyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/AUD1BBCK42g/s1600-h/ErinIgnoring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju_EDD0KyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/AUD1BBCK42g/s320/ErinIgnoring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349079058694286114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Emma ran the bell a bunch of times, didn't stop.  She was standing there ringing the bell from 5am to 10am.  Now, at some point Erin came out with Ramin, put him on the ground for 2 seconds, yelled at Emma for ringing the bell so much, but then scooped Ramin back up and stormed back into the house, returning to completely ignoring Emma being at the door ringing the bell.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="font-family: georgia;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CWOLFAN%7E1%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So after talking to Phillip about it, Phillip decided to seek custody, and he won! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So Ramin moved in with Phillip and his uncle Brayden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="font-family: georgia;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CWOLFAN%7E1%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} p.MsoPlainText, li.MsoPlainText, div.MsoPlainText 	{margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Courier New"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then something else wonderful happened!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Emma found Sam!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He had been adopted by a nice African-American family who lived by the ocean, and she immediately asked him if he wanted to move in with his brothers and get to know his long last family, and he did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now Brayden, Sam, Phillip and Ramin live across the street from their parents and siblings.  Liam had invited his girlfriend Kaylynn to live in the house with them.  He wanted to wait to woohoo until they got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here they are having a family dinner ...  Emma is on the left, then clockwise you have Kaylynn, Caleb, Liam, Xander and Leighton in his purple work suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvBDNWHNII/AAAAAAAAAHA/_Gz3NWWRLT8/s1600-h/FamilyDinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvBDNWHNII/AAAAAAAAAHA/_Gz3NWWRLT8/s320/FamilyDinner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349081243298772098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Liam and Kaylynn almost made it, but couldn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvBC1cwvLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mDkomik1D0s/s1600-h/LiamKaylynnCuddle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvBC1cwvLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mDkomik1D0s/s320/LiamKaylynnCuddle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349081236884208818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvBC0FG7TI/AAAAAAAAAGo/A_xRnHEtgiA/s1600-h/LiamKaylynnwoohoomomhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvBC0FG7TI/AAAAAAAAAGo/A_xRnHEtgiA/s320/LiamKaylynnwoohoomomhouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349081236516564274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just after all that happened, Liam threw a party on the beach, asking everyone to dress up all fancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At the end of the party, he took his long time girlfriend Kaylynn Langerak on the beach by the ocean, and asked her to marry him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She of course said YES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju9VspcfII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/nEKCdcA2gHw/s1600-h/LiamKaylynnEngaged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju9VspcfII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/nEKCdcA2gHw/s320/LiamKaylynnEngaged.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349077162892491906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pic of the Party where he proposed ... if you can over on the right side of the photo, there is a lady in purple holding VictoriaLily... that's Erin Kennedy, Ramin's mom. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju9LXDz1eI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-aWDavoglyk/s1600-h/EngagementParty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 147px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju9LXDz1eI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-aWDavoglyk/s320/EngagementParty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349076985298802146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To celebrate their engagement.  Liam and Kaylynn went to the graveyard and decided to go through the catacombs under.   This is how Kaylynn came out looking... oh my!! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju9K95V2hI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4PIwrllHon4/s1600-h/KaylynnCatacombs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju9K95V2hI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4PIwrllHon4/s320/KaylynnCatacombs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349076978544007698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then this young ghost came to chat, and at first, Kaylynn was hesitant, but after what she had just been through - why the heck not!?!? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju9KuJb0kI/AAAAAAAAAE4/C4umnOEy9uk/s1600-h/Screenshot-43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju9KuJb0kI/AAAAAAAAAE4/C4umnOEy9uk/s320/Screenshot-43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349076974316540482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju9KR7SwxI/AAAAAAAAAEw/B5CDpnxsYVw/s1600-h/KaylynnChatGhosts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju9KR7SwxI/AAAAAAAAAEw/B5CDpnxsYVw/s320/KaylynnChatGhosts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349076966741033746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Liam came out looking just as bad as Kaylynn. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju9KF9ViUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/V2lojFgboZw/s1600-h/Screenshot-45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju9KF9ViUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/V2lojFgboZw/s320/Screenshot-45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349076963528378690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They did a quick remodel on their house, Emma thinks it looked like trailer trash (because it started off as a trailer, they just did additions to it.)  She still wants to do some more remodling to it.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju741QLaaI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2yWUisdxMR0/s1600-h/RaeHouse2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju741QLaaI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2yWUisdxMR0/s320/RaeHouse2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349075567474600354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="font-family: georgia;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CWOLFAN%7E1%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} p.MsoPlainText, li.MsoPlainText, div.MsoPlainText 	{margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Courier New"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then they invited all they could for a wedding on the same beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was a beautiful day.  The family of course was gathering first.  Emma is in the red, Liam is standing by Sophie and Victoria is infront of Emma.  Xander is talking to Max (in the white), and Phillip is next to Ramin (on the ground) but is walking away with Caleb to go play some football.  Leighton had a game he had to go to, and Brayden had to work.  The bride didn't arrive until just the ceremony, she was getting her hair and nails done, and getting dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvAzb_8RPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/w0G0cPuq3qI/s1600-h/Wedding1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvAzb_8RPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/w0G0cPuq3qI/s320/Wedding1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349080972354405618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 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	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Emma and the family went home and found Leighton’s mom walking around the house.  She watched Leighton practice guitar and then went to take a nap upstairs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju7jzqk_nI/AAAAAAAAADo/03D5gaVyL5E/s1600-h/GhostMomWatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju7jzqk_nI/AAAAAAAAADo/03D5gaVyL5E/s320/GhostMomWatch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349075206271204978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju6vj_deAI/AAAAAAAAADg/6IUDBEN4Kz0/s1600-h/GhostMomWalking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju6vj_deAI/AAAAAAAAADg/6IUDBEN4Kz0/s320/GhostMomWalking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349074308710627330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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 &lt;/span&gt;Sam found out when he happened across Kaylynn at the park when he was searching around trying to meet some women.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were playing chess and Kaylynn got up and ran off to the bathroom because she was sick.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Oh poor Kaylynn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Honeymoon Woohoo!!! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju6vATsruI/AAAAAAAAADI/X6ux4i5Wq4I/s1600-h/Screenshot-69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju6vATsruI/AAAAAAAAADI/X6ux4i5Wq4I/s320/Screenshot-69.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349074299131834082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boy don't they look pleased with themselves? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju6u4QOB2I/AAAAAAAAADA/0QtnMZA2am8/s1600-h/Screenshot-70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju6u4QOB2I/AAAAAAAAADA/0QtnMZA2am8/s320/Screenshot-70.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349074296969758562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of their views of the beach where they were engaged &amp;amp; married&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju5zhWnlQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1zHN7eydzPI/s1600-h/Screenshot-71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju5zhWnlQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1zHN7eydzPI/s320/Screenshot-71.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349073277210301698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju5zcwSuvI/AAAAAAAAACw/V-lWI8qOd7o/s1600-h/Screenshot-72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju5zcwSuvI/AAAAAAAAACw/V-lWI8qOd7o/s320/Screenshot-72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349073275975809778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju5zD0PnwI/AAAAAAAAACo/1Vktcc8uxLU/s1600-h/Screenshot-73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju5zD0PnwI/AAAAAAAAACo/1Vktcc8uxLU/s320/Screenshot-73.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349073269281496834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liam making drinks for him and his brand new bride to celebrate their brand new house &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju5zPgSOmI/AAAAAAAAACg/W7TqXQKx3oQ/s1600-h/Screenshot-74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju5zPgSOmI/AAAAAAAAACg/W7TqXQKx3oQ/s320/Screenshot-74.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349073272419007074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaylynn playing a computer game &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju5ygFbcwI/AAAAAAAAACY/DQwOrwKL-pM/s1600-h/Screenshot-75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju5ygFbcwI/AAAAAAAAACY/DQwOrwKL-pM/s320/Screenshot-75.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349073259689898754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaylynn jumping up from the chess game with Sam, sick as a dog... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju6vTaLApI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_KcInhV_S5E/s1600-h/Screenshot-81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju6vTaLApI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_KcInhV_S5E/s320/Screenshot-81.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349074304259261074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Expecting more Grandkid(s) soon!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the run down of the family ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leighton &amp;amp; Emma Rae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sjuxu6Dg8VI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1iXBl4lkDc8/s1600-h/LeightonEmma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sjuxu6Dg8VI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1iXBl4lkDc8/s320/LeightonEmma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349064401848693074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(from left to right) Brayden Rae, Phillip Rae &amp;amp; Sam Rae (Sam is the Oldest of all the kids, he's Leighton's from a previous relationship, Brayden &amp;amp; Phillip are twins who came after Liam) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuxusW7AwI/AAAAAAAAACI/C6JdZRrJsYk/s1600-h/Brayden+Phillip+Sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuxusW7AwI/AAAAAAAAACI/C6JdZRrJsYk/s320/Brayden+Phillip+Sam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349064398171996930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ramin Kennedy ... busy chewing on the hammer for the xylophone (Phillip's son with Erin Kennedy - Emma &amp;amp; Leighton's Grandson) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuxuWUB-WI/AAAAAAAAACA/BJzZYS9cbvo/s1600-h/Ramin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuxuWUB-WI/AAAAAAAAACA/BJzZYS9cbvo/s320/Ramin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349064392254290274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liam &amp;amp; Kaylynn Rae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju7kY5-__I/AAAAAAAAAD4/75kPVrnJybg/s1600-h/LiamKaylynnWedding1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/Sju7kY5-__I/AAAAAAAAAD4/75kPVrnJybg/s320/LiamKaylynnWedding1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349075216267935730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xander Rae &amp;amp; Caleb Rae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuxCeQ2svI/AAAAAAAAABY/pjPKjUGWYt0/s1600-h/XanderNCaleb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuxCeQ2svI/AAAAAAAAABY/pjPKjUGWYt0/s320/XanderNCaleb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349063638474207986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Max Rae &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuxCnD_YkI/AAAAAAAAABg/XwKckclT4Hc/s1600-h/Max.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; 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 &lt;/span&gt;Will Max enjoy school as much as his brothers?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Will Sophie and Victoria be the babies of the family???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; So we leave Emma and Leighton teaching VictoriaLily and SophieRose to walk... YAY GIRLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuxDOGZH-I/AAAAAAAAABw/i6zzUzK0jow/s1600-h/teachingSophieNVictoria2walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuxDOGZH-I/AAAAAAAAABw/i6zzUzK0jow/s320/teachingSophieNVictoria2walk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349063651315228642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emma with Sophie&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuxDK8A_PI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7GvBmWvSyrE/s1600-h/EmmaSophie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuxDK8A_PI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7GvBmWvSyrE/s320/EmmaSophie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349063650466397426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/WOLFAN%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuPxmrxP_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/W1KaL1DOdVA/s1600-h/Rae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 121px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuPxmrxP_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/W1KaL1DOdVA/s320/Rae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349027064793087986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/654668837311452863-1324818567778930065?l=oursimsstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1324818567778930065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/rae-family-beginning-to-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654668837311452863/posts/default/1324818567778930065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654668837311452863/posts/default/1324818567778930065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/rae-family-beginning-to-now.html' title='Rae Family ... The Beginning... to Now'/><author><name>SIMS Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07489356356864082099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuJGZV2ecI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Au5gQwLDMew/S220/SIMSAddictIconLG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjvBWj2CJwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hDXhg4udjP8/s72-c/Emma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-654668837311452863.post-4103004609418968551</id><published>2009-06-19T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T06:11:36.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><title type='text'>It All Starts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuELmvvE9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/6WUkwudVHK8/s1600-h/sims-3-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuELmvvE9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/6WUkwudVHK8/s320/sims-3-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349014317346788306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMS 3 is out, and I haven't played since ... well...  since SIMS 1.  I would play it on the PS2 so I didn't get to experience the expansion packs or anything fun like that, and I stopped because I got addicted and figured it was a bad bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I seriously need SIMS Anonymous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But you can't make me go, cuz I won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here starts the problem.....  and here is where I will start the stories of my SIMS.  Cuz they are the bomb and demand that their complicated soap opera tales be told!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been developing my SIMS over the past couple weeks - I'll catch you up on their stories!   Some of the photos may be bad at first, like a nob, I didn't know about the handy dandy "screenshot" camera on the game!  Can we say DUR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some of the early shots are ..... not the best quality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They get better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe there will be two of us writing in this also ...  Me, AKA Rae ... and Genz  :)   But I still have to talk her into posting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuOcWz0tPI/AAAAAAAAABI/F0Q6ovbpcxc/s1600-h/Rae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 121px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuOcWz0tPI/AAAAAAAAABI/F0Q6ovbpcxc/s320/Rae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349025600243021042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/654668837311452863-4103004609418968551?l=oursimsstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4103004609418968551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-all-starts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654668837311452863/posts/default/4103004609418968551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654668837311452863/posts/default/4103004609418968551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursimsstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-all-starts.html' title='It All Starts...'/><author><name>SIMS Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07489356356864082099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuJGZV2ecI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Au5gQwLDMew/S220/SIMSAddictIconLG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bl_HYqf1Nq0/SjuELmvvE9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/6WUkwudVHK8/s72-c/sims-3-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
