<?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-30593279</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:34:05.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beans Legacy Girls</title><subtitle type='html'>A Legacy-ish Challenge involving 23 women (and men!) who settle in Pleasantview USA to start new lives. Some are looking to start a family, some to advance in their careers, some just want to have fun.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115802132360222037</id><published>2006-09-11T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T19:35:23.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW SITE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;The Legacy Girls have moved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magicbeanssims.com/legacygirls.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to view the new site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115802132360222037?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115802132360222037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115802132360222037&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115802132360222037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115802132360222037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-site.html' title='NEW SITE'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115749184223596272</id><published>2006-09-05T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T06:53:51.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spotted In Town</title><content type='html'>Just for fun, some Sim Me's I've spotted walking around town. And one that's keeping busy doing other things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AeroIntro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aero Choxie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JimPyrateIntro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Pyrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/Rosita.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosita Youngblood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SgtHeatherIntro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sgt Heather Simaholic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/VilmaIntro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vilma (uhh forgot her last name LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsewhere in town:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 376px; HEIGHT: 292px" height="323" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BelleBorn.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer Goth and Dina Caliente Goth had a baby girl. They named her Belle (kinda creepy, don't you think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 375px; HEIGHT: 314px" height="319" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MortimersDeath.jpg" width="357" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, he died the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DonsGirlfriend.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in the Goth family, it seems that Don Lothario has been stepping out on his wife, Cassandra, once again. This time he has a new girlfriend, Lisa Raye. Better hope your wife doesn't find out Donnie Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/09/updates-jamie-maja.html"&gt;&lt;- UPDATES: Jamie &amp;amp; Maja&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; /&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magicbeanssims.com/lg/ch110.html"&gt;MARCIE: Getting the Truth -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115749184223596272?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115749184223596272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115749184223596272&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115749184223596272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115749184223596272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/09/spotted-in-town.html' title='Spotted In Town'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115749055884011461</id><published>2006-09-05T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:33:28.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATES: Jamie &amp; Maja</title><content type='html'>Two quick updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JAMIE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/Jenna1stDaySchool.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie and Keith's oldest daughter, Jenna, has grown up into a beautiful little girl. Here she is on her first day of school. She loves playing the piano and her best friend is Benedict Manbeast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie and Keith also had a set of twin girls together, who are now toddlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JackiToddler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Jacki, who incidentally looks exactly like her big sister Jenna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JodiToddler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is little Jodi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="206" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/KeithGeneral.jpg" width="368" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith got his final promotion to General.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;NOTE: If he looks like he lost his muscles, that's because he does while he's in his uniform. He gets them back when he gets dressed or takes a shower&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie is still working as a Freelance Artist and selling her paintings here and there at her Starving Artist Yard Sales. She recently joined her friend Kimberly's all girl band, The Hot Mamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAJA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maja and her family were settling into their new house pretty well. They were making friends in the new area of their neighborhood that they hadn't met while living in their old house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids however, seemed to be having a little more difficult of a time adjusting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 327px; HEIGHT: 370px" height="381" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/LukeTeasesArmand.jpg" width="337" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Booooo you suck Mister! My Daddy could out-play you with one arm tied behind his back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="421" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/LukeTeasesArmand2.jpg" width="330" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Are you teasin' me kid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;N-n-n-n-no Sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 385px; HEIGHT: 284px" height="295" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/LukeTries2Play.jpg" width="385" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BANG! You're dead Gabby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mommy! Luke shot me again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="399" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MajaTeachesLuke.jpg" width="352" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one positive change was that Maja and Luke seemed to be getting closer to each other. He had always kept his distance from her, so you can imagine her surprise when he asked Maja to help him study for his spelling test. He came home the next day with an A+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/09/hel-hel-and-maja.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;- HEL: Hel &amp;amp; Maja&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;/&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/09/spotted-in-town.html"&gt;Spotted in Town -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115749055884011461?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115749055884011461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115749055884011461&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115749055884011461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115749055884011461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/09/updates-jamie-maja.html' title='UPDATES: Jamie &amp; Maja'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115748967648276289</id><published>2006-09-05T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:23:22.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HEL: Hel and Maja</title><content type='html'>When we last checked in with Hel, her husband Jerry had just gotten a new job as a Pickpocket through his friend Jesse Jagger. Hel was going along with it, even though she wasn't happy about it. She thought maybe Jerry will get it out of his system, then go back to his Resident job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Hel worked really hard at getting all the promotions that came around, and was steadily working her way up the ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/HayleyGirl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time, Hayley grew up from a toddler to a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;She has some features that she has to grow into - a problem that a lot of our Gen 2 kids seem to have, but there's a very beautiful girl under what that hair is hiding&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long time of doing nothing but working, studying, and taking care of Hayley and the house, Hel decided it was time for a little fun in her life. It had been a while since she had seen Aron, and she had never gotten to really know his wife, Maja. So she invited them over for some burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="433" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/HelMajaCold.jpg" width="342" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hel and Maja got along right from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Canada? But it's so COLD up there Maja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ahhh but it's better than year-round heat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know. I think my dream place to live would be the beach. I want the sun and the heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You say that now, but if you lived there every day you'd change your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But Aron told me that you grew up here Maja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I uh...oh look, Aron's playing the keyboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/HelMajaWatchAron.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, it's one for the money,&lt;br /&gt;Two for the show,&lt;br /&gt;Three to get ready,&lt;br /&gt;Now go, Cat, go.&lt;br /&gt;But don't you step on my blue suede shoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Woooo Go Aron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sing it Stud Muffin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they were enjoying Aron's singing, Hel got called in to work. Jerry was out on a job, leaving Hel in need of a last-minute sitter for Hayley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maja? Would you mind staying here just until Jerry gets home? It shouldn't be long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd love to! We have a sitter for a few more hours. We'll take good care of Hayley for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after Hel left, Hayley approached Maja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aunt Maja? Can you play dolls with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 283px" height="359" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/HayleyMajaDolls.jpg" width="376" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok, you be the Mommy and I'll be the Daddy. I'm tired after a long day at work and all I want to do is watch TV and drink a lot of beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hayley, is that how your Daddy treats your Mommy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No. I saw it on The Simpsons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it got to be dinner time, so Maja thought she'd better put the burgers on for Hayley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MajaBurnedFood.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately Maja didn't have a lot of practice in cooking burgers, and burned them a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JerrySaysByeMA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, as Maja was on her second burned burger, Jerry got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Whoa Aron, you're smellin' pretty ripe there boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah I'm feeling about as well done as Maja's burgers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I heard that Aron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late that night, Hel came home with especially good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/HelGenPractioner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had gotten another promotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well someone has to have a steady job around here in case Jerry goes and gets himself arrested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very true Hel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hel Career Update: General Practioner&lt;br /&gt;Jerry Career Update: Bagman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/09/carl-bad-timing.html"&gt;&lt;- CARL: Bad Timing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; /&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/09/updates-jamie-maja.html"&gt;UPDATES: Jamie &amp;amp; Maja -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115748967648276289?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115748967648276289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115748967648276289&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115748967648276289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115748967648276289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/09/hel-hel-and-maja.html' title='HEL: Hel and Maja'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115742643084643628</id><published>2006-09-04T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:00:25.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CARL: Bad Timing</title><content type='html'>Being a Mr. Nanny was a demanding job. Between Jett, Cally and taking care of the house, Carl had his hands full. By the time night fell, he was usually running on empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aria had gotten home from work, exhausted from a long day at the lab, and had gone straight to bed. It had been a particularly demanding day for Carl as well, and he was looking forward to doing nothing more than climbing in bed with is wife, and falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; HEIGHT: 284px" height="359" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CarlCatchesAria2.jpg" width="429" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when he walked in the room, he discovered that someone had already beat him to his side of the bed. He couldn't see who was in the bed with her, but he heard the unmistakable sounds of woohoo coming from underneath his covers. Too tired to fight, he turned his back, went to the guest room, and collapsed in bed for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Carl wasn't the only one watching. And the other person who caught Aria, &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; see who she had cheated with. And now she was mad. Very mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aria had fallen asleep after her romp in the hay with her new boyfriend, but had suddenly awoken to the noise of something banging on her door. She got out of bed and slowly opened the door, only to find that nobody was there. Then she heard it. It was Cally crying from the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is Cally doing in the kitchen at this time of night?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="347" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DebScaresAria.jpg" width="367" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she turned the corner on her way into the kitchen, the ghost of Deb suddenly jumped out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Slut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aria tried to scream, but nothing came out. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my God, I must be dreaming. I thought I saw Deb. No. It can't be. Deb is dead! I need some fresh air.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="396" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DebScaresAria2.jpg" width="331" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You can't hide out here Aria! I saw what you did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;No Deb, you're dead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aria was starting to get scared. She knew now that she was fully awake and wasn't dreaming at all. Deb was here and she was out to get her. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had she seen us? Does she know?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aria ran back inside and into the living room, hoping to find something to defend herself with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DebScaresAria3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You need to learn to keep your hands off of my husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But Deb, he's lonely! I was helping him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;LIAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deb's voice boomed out, letting Aria know she was very mad and wasn't going to let up. Aria started to panic. She had heard about how dangerous an angry ghost can be. She wasn't going down without a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh yeah? Well he told me that I was better than you EVER were. And you know what else? I was going to resurrect you Deb, but I won't now. Sure, I wanted to bring you back as a Zombie, but at least then you'd be alive to see your precious daughter grow up. What are you going to see now Deb? Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Deb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Deb? Where'd you go? What's the matter Deb? Truth hurts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="361" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DebScaresAria4.jpg" width="361" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Aria turned around to head back to her room, an arrogant smirk on her face, Deb jumped out in front of her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THIS ONE'S FOR MY DAUGHTER, BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aria was pulled into Deb's gaze, seeing the blood and rage in her eyes. She knew at that moment, that her life was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AriaDies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aria put her hand to her chest, unable to find her heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Goodbye cruel world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 337px; HEIGHT: 374px" height="374" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AriaDies3.jpg" width="330" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aria collapsed, ironically only feet from the urn that held Deb's ashes. As Grimmy looked over Aria's body and made sure that whis wasn't another cruel joke by Gabriel (the angel, for those of you that didn't get the joke), Deb stayed close, enjoying the sight of her successful haunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="390" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AriaDies4.jpg" width="336" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close-up of Deb's face. She sure does look awfully happy, doesn't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="354" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AriaDies5.jpg" width="343" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Deb started to float away, pleased with her success, she suddenly stopped short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Am I hearing what I think I'm hearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="354" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AriaDies6.jpg" width="351" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OH NO HE ISN'T! He didn't even cry when I died, and he's crying over HER? Oh he is going DOWN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="344" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AriaDies7.jpg" width="349" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Grimmy collected Aria's body, Deb took care of The Count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm watching you RIVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;AAAAAHHHH! I'm not seeing you. You're not here. You're dead. I'm hallucinating. I'm distraught. Yes, that's it. Distraught over Aria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As The Count headed into the kitchen for a drink, an eerie laugh echoed through the hallways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CarlCrazy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl seemed to handle his wife's affair and death with some difficulty. The Doctor said he'll be ok after a few more shock treatments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CallyGirl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short time later, Cally had a birthday. Sadly nobody was around to throw her a party. With Aria and Deb gone, and The Count asleep, and Carl working through his little problem with lunacy, Cally celebrated her birthday with the only person left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 347px; HEIGHT: 267px" height="271" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JettCallyStargaze.jpg" width="342" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey Jett, do you think our Moms are up there watching us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No way Cally. My mom is still here. But she is watching me. Sometimes she sits next to my bed and keeps me company. I read my book outloud to her at night so she doesn't get lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Do you think my mom will stick around too Jett?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/09/pleasant-view.html"&gt;&lt;- The Pleasant View&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; /&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/09/hel-hel-and-maja.html"&gt;HEL: Hel &amp;amp; Maja -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115742643084643628?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115742643084643628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115742643084643628&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115742643084643628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115742643084643628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/09/carl-bad-timing.html' title='CARL: Bad Timing'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115731450827027215</id><published>2006-09-03T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:22:00.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pleasant View</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*NOTE: This chapter contains one image of partial nudity.*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Welcome to the first edition of The Pleasant View. Here at the Pleasant View, we take our news reporting very seriously. You will find absolutely no over-the-fence gossip here. All of our stories have been investigated and found to be 100% truthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is with great sadness that this reporter reports the first report. Famous author and Chef, DW Bluepen, died a tragic death while...wait, this can't be right. Uh...it appears he passed away while playing his piano. The cause of death was a fire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;reporter shouts off stage&lt;/em&gt;* &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Who wrote this crap? Oh. We have a picture? Ladies and gentlemen, we have a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 376px; HEIGHT: 304px" height="299" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/PianoFire3.jpg" width="356" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ohhh that had to hurt. A now, a brief word from The Grim Reaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="362" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/GrimmyPF2.jpg" width="404" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All right Beans, what'd you do this time&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me? I didn't do it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Alvin walks away slowly, whistling innocently&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This just in! This picture was just snapped by our roving reporter while out casually strolling the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 352px; HEIGHT: 313px" height="344" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/NakedPillFight.jpg" width="345" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Is this Mayor hopeful, CeeCee Jagger? It certainly looks like her, in the flesh - all of it. And that doesn't appear to be her super hunky husband either. Hmmm wonder what other skeletons our up and coming politician has in her bare closet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;That's it for today's edition of The Pleasant View. Til next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/09/kimberly-dreams.html"&gt;&lt;- KIMBERLY: Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/09/carl-bad-timing.html"&gt;CARL: Bad Timing -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115731450827027215?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115731450827027215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115731450827027215&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115731450827027215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115731450827027215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/09/pleasant-view.html' title='The Pleasant View'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115731341680012173</id><published>2006-09-03T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T15:19:35.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>KIMBERLY: Dreams</title><content type='html'>Kimberly and Dean had three children:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/LuciaGirl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucia, who was a young girl ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/LilaToddler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... their toddler daughter, Lila ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="383" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/LeoBorn.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and an infant son, Leo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly had quit her job in the Fast Food industry to stay home with her children, a decision she never regretted. Dean was doing well with his job and they were doing fine on the one income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly had even gotten to know several of the other moms in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennKimGossipDarren.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey do you know Darren Dreamer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think so, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennKimGossipDarren2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well I happen to know that every time he cooks Macaroni and Cheese, he burns it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Get out! That's the easiest thing in the world to cook&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yup. Then he eats it and pretends to like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ewwwww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly was enjoying her life. She had everything she ever wanted...except one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 245px" height="306" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DeanKimTalk3.jpg" width="430" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey Beautiful, why the long face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh I don't know. Just thinking I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My dreams. All the things I wanted to do in my life. I guess I realized that I haven't done a single one of them Dean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let's do them. What is it you wanted to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 363px; HEIGHT: 261px" height="331" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DeanKimTalk4.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's kind of silly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Nothing you say is silly Kim. C'mon, what is it you wanted to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Dean. I love you very much and I love the kids too but I ... I don't know. I guess I feel like I'm missing something. Like there's part of me missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And that part is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to be in a band. You know, give concerts. Stuff like that. Is that silly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="325" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DeanKimTalk5.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean scooted a little closer to his wife and put his arm around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I've heard you sing Kim. I don't think that's silly at all. I think you should do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Definitely. Do you know anybody else that would do it with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One girl who's really good and I know would love to do it. She's a stay at home mom too and is feeling the same way I am. Then there's another girl who I think, with a little more practice, could be a really good drummer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ok then. Get them together and start your band Kim. I'll help you any way I can. Do you have a name picked out yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 384px; HEIGHT: 236px" height="247" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/HotMamas.jpg" width="396" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Hot Mamas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/09/oydie-her-worst-day.html"&gt;&lt;- OYDIE: Her Worst Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/09/pleasant-view.html"&gt;The Pleasant View -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115731341680012173?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115731341680012173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115731341680012173&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115731341680012173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115731341680012173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/09/kimberly-dreams.html' title='KIMBERLY: Dreams'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115723499430190716</id><published>2006-09-02T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T14:58:55.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OYDIE: Her Worst Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WARNING&lt;/span&gt;: This chapter covers a sensitive topic and may be disturbing for some readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was another exhausting day for Oydie. The only thing that made this day different from all the other days though, is that Gunnar had the day off of work. He helped out a little bit, but with his 2 hour workout schedule, and his need to study up on the latest cooking trends, he wasn't much help. She spent the day running back and forth like she usually did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, she was so busy that she never noticed Gunnar logging on to the computer and turning the chat program on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she was in her room putting the laundry away, Gunnar came in to confront her with what he had just discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 418px; HEIGHT: 365px" height="376" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OGFight.jpg" width="418" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Who is he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You're cheating on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Then who's this guy you're talking to online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gunnar, are you spying on me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Don't change the subject Oydie. Who is this guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He's just a friend. Somebody I can talk to. I swear, I haven't even met him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 394px; HEIGHT: 358px" height="376" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OGFight2.jpg" width="390" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I can't believe you'd cheat on me Oydie. After all these years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Believe what you want to Gunnar. I'm not cheating on you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well if you think you're leaving me - taking &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; boys away from me, you're wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gunnar, you're misunderstanding it, that's all. It was nothing - I promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; HEIGHT: 331px" height="356" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OGFight4.jpg" width="383" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oydie, I'm warning you. When I find out who this guy is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gunnar! You're scaring me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Oydie tried to push her way past Gunnar, he grabbed her arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Where do you think you're going? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oydie started to cry when she saw the look on her husband's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gunnar, please. I'm scared. I need to go check on the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Check on the kids? Do you think I'm stupid?! You're going to take them and leave to go be with this TestTube guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gunnar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OGFight6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she could say another word, Gunnar lifted his fist up and aimed for Oydie's face. She put her hands up but failed to defend herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OGFight7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The force of the impact drove her to the floor. A searing pain shot through her eye and into her cheek. She lay still on floor, afraid to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;DAMMIT OYDIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gunnar turned and left the room, passing Alex on his way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 405px; HEIGHT: 338px" height="366" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AlexEntersRoom.jpg" width="405" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mommy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AlexEntersRoom2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mommy? Are you okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="385" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AlexEntersRoom3.jpg" width="398" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex let out a gasp when he saw his mother, who was pulling herself up off the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mommy? What happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm ok Alex. Where's Daddy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He left. Mommy, did Daddy hurt you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oydie sat down on the chair and pulled Alex up on to her lap, holding him in a comforting embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's going to be ok Alex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 369px; HEIGHT: 330px" height="348" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/EEChatsOydie2.jpg" width="369" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, a man logged on to his computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TestTubeMan: Oydie? Where have you been all day?&lt;br /&gt;OydieGrl: At the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;TestTubeMan: Hospital? Are you okay?&lt;br /&gt;TestTubeMan: Hello? Oydie are you still there?&lt;br /&gt;OydieGrl: I think my husband left me.&lt;br /&gt;TestTubeMan: I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do for you?&lt;br /&gt;OydieGrl: There's nothing you can do through a computer screen Ernie.&lt;br /&gt;TestTubeMan: Well ... Oydie I want to see you and I want to help you, but I don't want to cause more problems or make things tougher on you.&lt;br /&gt;OydieGrl: I feel so alone.&lt;br /&gt;TestTubeMan: I'm worried about you Oydie. If you ever need anything, call me. My number's 555-3874.&lt;br /&gt;OydieGrl: Thank you so much Ernie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/09/oydie-family-grows.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;- OYDIE: The Family Grows&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;/&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/09/kimberly-dreams.html"&gt;KIMBERLY: Dreams -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115723499430190716?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115723499430190716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115723499430190716&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115723499430190716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115723499430190716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/09/oydie-her-worst-day.html' title='OYDIE: Her Worst Day'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115714957254600237</id><published>2006-09-01T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T17:10:58.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OYDIE: The Family Grows</title><content type='html'>Oydie was starting to feel the stress of having two toddlers and two infants in the house. She hadn't been at work in what felt like years. As much as she loved her children, she missed her job and her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was up every morning at the crack of dawn just in time to feed and change the babies. Then it was time to get the toddlers to the potty, and get them breakfast. The rest of the day was spent running back and forth with bottles, diapers, and toting her children to the bath and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just when she thought she had a system down, something would break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 401px; HEIGHT: 354px" height="378" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydieMoveRepairman.jpg" width="421" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Excuse me, but I have to get into the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;In a minute Lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sir, my son is screaming for his bottle. Please just let me get in the fridge. I won't get in your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Look Lady. First off, you already are in my way. Second, you want this thing fixed or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well yes I do but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Then back off and let me fix it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 399px; HEIGHT: 347px" height="379" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AlexCry4Bottle.jpg" width="399" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;MAMA! Me want baba!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Oydie finally had no other option but to raise her voice to the repairman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Listen you...you...MAN! You either get out of my way or I'm going to call my husband and have him come over here and ... and ... squash you like the bug that you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She crossed her arms, and nodded her head at him, thinking that would do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The repairman stood up, looked her up and down, then wiped his hands on a rag he pulled out of his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Get over yourself Lady. It's fixed. I'll send the bill to your big bad husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="285" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/GunnarSnaps.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long day at work, Gunnar got home, climbed in the shower, then walked into the kitchen for a cold drink. He was shocked to see the bottles covering the floor, and the dirty dishes all over the counters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Geez Oydie. This place is a mess! What have you been doing all day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oydie paused in mid-bite, her fork hanging half out of her mouth. &lt;em&gt;Oh he did not just say that.&lt;/em&gt; She slammed her fork down on her plate, pushed herself back from the table and turned to her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="379" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydieYells.jpg" width="359" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What have I been &lt;em&gt;doing&lt;/em&gt; all day? You want to know what I've been doing all day Gunnar, while you were off making your piddly paycheck flipping burgers? Well, I changed 16 diapers today. I gave 4 baths. No wait, 5. I forgot about the extra bath I had to give Alexander after he discovered how much fun it was to play in his pee. I stood in the bathroom for a total of 1 hour and 22 minutes, waiting for &lt;em&gt;your boys&lt;/em&gt; to go wee-wee in the potty. I mopped the bathrooms, fixed the tub, cleaned the kitchen - twice - fought with the repairman, who incidentally overcharged us for the repair of the compactor, and fixed 20 bottles. And you know what? I'm not even &lt;em&gt;close&lt;/em&gt; to done yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="408" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydieYells2.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well, I didn't really mean&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I'm doing all of this on 2 hours of sleep after staying up all night with Ben who's cutting his teeth and screamed in my ear all night last night. But you didn't hear him, did you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;No I uhhh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No. Because you're the bread winner here suddenly aren't you? I don't get to go to my job anymore. Somehow I got suckered into staying home with the kids all the time, giving up my job and my friends, so that I can spend all day wiping butts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But Oydie&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And if you've looked at our checking account lately Gunnar, we don't have much in there. So you'd better get busy and either get me a Nanny or get a freakin' promotion. But until then GET OFF MY BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Are you done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Good. I'm going to say hi to the boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oydie walked into the kitchen and started cleaning up. She dumped the old milk out of the bottles and threw them, along with the dishes, into the dishwasher, slamming the door shut loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydieCries.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she was walking back out, she started crying. It wasn't their first fight, and she was getting tired of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="366" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydieCries2.jpg" width="352" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't realize that Gunnar was right around the corner, listening to his wife's sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 338px" height="387" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydieCries4.jpg" width="353" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oydie. Hey. Cheer up. It's not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad, is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes Gunnar, it is that bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Why? It's not like you're pregnant again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oydie's loud wail told Gunnar that he wasn't helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Fine Oydie. I guess there's no talking to you. I have stuff to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Oydie was pregnant again and was, once again, expecting twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next several months, they celebrated four birthdays. First the boys grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AlexBoy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 305px; HEIGHT: 325px" height="340" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BenBoy.jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benedict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the girls grew up into toddlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CelestineToddler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celestine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DariannaToddler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darianna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, in the middle of the night, her third set of twins arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ErikaBorn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erika was the first born...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/FelicityBorn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...followed by her twin sister, Felicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late that night, Oydie logged on to her computer. She turned on her chat program, looking for that one name that she hoped was also online. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OydieGrl: Hey you.&lt;br /&gt;TestTubeMan: Hey yourself.&lt;br /&gt;OydieGrl: I was hoping you'd be on.&lt;br /&gt;TestTubeMan: Me too. Everything ok?&lt;br /&gt;OydieGrl: It is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/09/maja-movin-up.html"&gt;&lt;- MAJA: Movin' Up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/09/oydie-her-worst-day.html"&gt;OYDIE: Her Worst Day -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115714957254600237?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115714957254600237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115714957254600237&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115714957254600237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115714957254600237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/09/oydie-family-grows.html' title='OYDIE: The Family Grows'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115714640032302120</id><published>2006-09-01T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T17:40:32.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MAJA: Movin' Up</title><content type='html'>Maja was doing very well at work, and it wasn't going unnoticed by her employers. Maja had managed to work her way up to Vice President, and could see that the title of Business Diva was within her grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 398px; HEIGHT: 269px" height="275" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MajasNewCar.jpg" width="393" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She celebrated by going out and buying herself a new convertible. She loved the way that her newly straightened hair felt as it blew around in the wind while she was racing through the side streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was making more friends at work also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="389" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MajaTalks2Dirk.jpg" width="399" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She invited Dirk Dreamer over for dinner one night, but was surprised to see that Aron already had some friends over. She called for a pizza, then sat down and talked with Dirk about a passion of his - cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, when you make Sunny Side Up eggs, do you flip them or leave them uncooked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You leave them uncooked. If you flip them, that's called Over Easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ohhhh that's why Aron makes those faces at me when I cook his eggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="333" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MajaAronDanceAero.jpg" width="435" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, she invited her friend Aero home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What are you guys doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dancing! C'mon Aero, it's fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No thanks. I think I'll pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 393px; HEIGHT: 319px" height="384" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MajaAronDanceAero2.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's wrong with his face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's his Seductive Dancing Face. Sexy, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Actually I'm starting to feel a little nauseous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't much later, that the kids birthday had come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Luke grew up into a handsome boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 348px; HEIGHT: 350px" height="381" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/LukeJumpBed.jpg" width="354" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey, what're you doin' jumpin' on that bed there Luke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Don't be sorry. Just move over. Daddy wants to jump witcha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*NOTE: At this point, and after dealing with many glitches and problems, I realized that the Parsons lot was bugged and I needed to move them out. So the kids birthday ended up being split up into two different days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="262" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MajasNewHouse.jpg" width="339" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the new Parsons residence. It has two bedrooms, 3 full baths, a nice open kitchen, a fireplace, and a 2-car driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maja was very excited to have a new house to go along with her new car and her new hair, and couldn't wait to get inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Uh Sugar Lips? Before you go in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In a minute Hot Stuff! I want to see our house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MajaSeesEmptyHouse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Wait. Uh, Honey Pie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aron?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put Gabriella down on the floor and rubbed her eyes. She must be dreaming. Is her house really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="307" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MajaSeesEmptyHouse2.jpg" width="377" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;em&gt;empty&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But Hunk 'o Love, where is all of our stuff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Don't worry Apple Dumplin's, it's on it's way. It's all being delivered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 371px; HEIGHT: 361px" height="377" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MajaSeesEmptyHouse3.jpg" width="365" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maja crossed her arms and lowered her voice just a touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aron Parsons, you had better not have sold our stuff to afford this house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Uh Love Muffin, you forgot to use a nickname.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm not in a nick-namey mood. Where are my things? I worked really hard for those things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aron walked over and put his arm around Maja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sweetums, I promise. Everything is on it's way, along with some new beds for the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/GabriellaSchoolBus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, Gabriella grew up into a little girl and the next morning was on her way to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm happy to report, that everything was indeed delivered later that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maja Career Update: Vice President&lt;br /&gt;Aron Career Update: Resident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/jett-update-one.html"&gt;&lt;- JETT: Update One&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; /&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/09/oydie-family-grows.html"&gt;OYDIE: The Family Grows -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115714640032302120?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115714640032302120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115714640032302120&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115714640032302120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115714640032302120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/09/maja-movin-up.html' title='MAJA: Movin&apos; Up'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115707321365513566</id><published>2006-08-31T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T16:34:52.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JETT: Update One</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*NOTE: This post represents not only my 100th Legacy Girls post, but the official beginning my first Generation Two update. Enjoy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was only a little girl when my mother died, but I have some good memories of her. She used to read to me every night before bed. I'll never forget the songs we sang together either. My favorite was always "You Are My Sunshine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw her was just as I was going to bed for the night. She was in the kitchen with The Count. He's my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 275px" height="333" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DebGossips2.jpg" width="389" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was talking about somebody named Beans and how she wanted to trick her into letting them have another baby. I was really excited, and thought that I would be getting a baby brother or sister. Then, the next morning, Mommy died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a secret best friend, one that I can't tell The Count about. He knows that I know him, but doesn't know how much I like him. My friend told me that there is a thing that can bring dead people back to life. I thought he was lying at first, but his big brother said it was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up, I'm going to find this thing and bring my Mommy back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 266px" height="308" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JettCarlRedoRoom5.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mr Nanny, Carl, gave me a really special birthday gift. He painted my room pink for me, and bought me a new matching quilt. I don't think The Count has seen it yet. He wouldn't like it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 252px" height="297" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JettCountMCDinner2.jpg" width="393" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Count actually cooked me dinner tonight, if that's what you want to call it. It was just the Macaroni and Cheese from a box, but he was pretty proud of himself. Then he started talking about my future and how I was going to save the Vampire race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 373px; HEIGHT: 354px" height="376" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JettCountMCDinner4.jpg" width="383" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that vampirism isn't a race. You aren't born with it, you change into one when you're bitten. So technically, I wouldn't be saving any race, just the ability to kill people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me where I heard that, so I told him. It was on the Discovery Channel, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 383px; HEIGHT: 316px" height="376" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JettCountMCDinner9.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my Mr Nanny sat down to eat too. I thought maybe The Count would stop, but he kept going on and on about how it was time for me to start my training with Aria, and how I'm going to save them all and it's my destiny and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to do his stupid training and I don't want to be his stupid Protector. It's his fault that Mommy's dead. I hate him. I can't wait until I'm old enough to leave here. I asked my Mr Nanny to take me with him when he leaves, but he said he can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another secret too. I can still see Mommy. She's not always here, but sometimes I see her floating around. She looks sad, like she's not sure if she's dead or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DebsGhost7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's not happy with The Count either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DebsGhost8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I see her watching him, and she looks very angry. I hope she scares him to death. Than I can live with my Mr Nanny until I grow up. I wonder if you can even kill a Vampire that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Diary, now I'm going to tell you my biggest secret. I'm going to tell you who my best friend is, but you have to promise not to tell The Count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JettBeau2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend is a boy named Beau Broke. He's in my class at school. I tell The Count that I'm going to the library, but I really go over to Beau's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 324px" height="335" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JettBeau4.jpg" width="321" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Beau said I was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen in his whole entire life. I told him he was the prettiest boy I'd ever seen in my whole entire life. Then he said that if he was grown up, he'd marry me. So we promised each other that when we grow up, we'd marry each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't tell The Count that I like Beau. He'll ground me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh. The Count is coming and I'm supposed to be sleeping. Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/updates-di-giorgios.html"&gt;&lt;- UPDATES: Di Giorgios&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; /&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/09/maja-movin-up.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAJA: Movin' Up -&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115707321365513566?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115707321365513566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115707321365513566&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115707321365513566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115707321365513566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/jett-update-one.html' title='JETT: Update One'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115698060416868834</id><published>2006-08-30T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T20:14:57.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATES: Di Giorgios</title><content type='html'>Hey Angelia, whatcha doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 373px" height="387" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngMarinaDiaper.jpg" width="358" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Changing Marina's diaper. Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, a few of us were wondering how you and Armand would get along with the whole diaper situation. You two being Romance sims and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everything seems to be coming out ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewww. Bad pun Angelia. What I meant was, that you'd bottom out because of your fear of changing diapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fear of changing diapers? That's ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well that's good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Later on, after Armand and Angelia have dinner together...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey guys. Glad I caught you. I was wondering...did you two ever consider getting engaged or ummm...married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dead silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 357px; HEIGHT: 362px" height="383" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AALaugh.jpg" width="357" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh that's funny! Us? Married? Good one Beans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="404" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AALaugh2.jpg" width="357" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You know, that's a good question. Why can't we get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cause we're&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;em&gt;laughing&lt;/em&gt;* &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Romance sims!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Can't we be married and still be romantic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Armand looks at the Author, then back at Angelia again*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 372px; HEIGHT: 317px" height="372" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ArmPropose.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ang, I want to marry you. I can ignore my wants to woohoo with other sims, if it means spending my life with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Armand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I mean it Angelia. I love you and I love our kids. C'mon. We can do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maybe you should think about this some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Actually...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 315px; HEIGHT: 395px" height="411" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ArmPropose2.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I've been thinking about it a lot lately. C'mon Ang. Will you marry me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ArmPropose3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't believe I'm saying this but ... yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ArmPropose6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I didn't expect that. You two feeling ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uh, yeah I'm feeling pretty good. I'm still in yellow actually. How about you Armand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Still in platinum, so I'm good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna get married tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(in unison)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;NO! We'll wait for a few days, if that's ok with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were waiting for them to get up the nerve to say their I Do's, the twins birthday came rolling around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MorganToddler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Morgan grew up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MarinaToddler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...followed by his twin sister Marina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armand and Angelia decided that they had better say their vows quickly before either of them rolled a fear of getting married. So, the gig was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AAWed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I, Armand, promise to ignore all my desires to woohoo with anyone else, and focus only on you Angelia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AAWed2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I, Angelia, promise not to follow up on the want to flirt with Orion that's been stuck in my wants panel for weeks now, and only flirt with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Wait a minute...you want to ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pssst. Ignore it Armand. Keep going.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AAWed6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whoa. What just happened? I feel kind of dizzy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did it! You're married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mar...mar...oh no! What have I done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait Angelia. You're married to &lt;em&gt;HIM&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AAWed4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yeahhhhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*NOTE: The engagement and wedding went off without even denting their moods. Post wedding, Angelia and Armand were both still in Platinum status. I'd think they were stuck if they didn't dip down to green just after moving in.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/updates-part-two.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;- UPDATES: Part 2&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;/ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/jett-update-one.html"&gt;JETT: Update One -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115698060416868834?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115698060416868834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115698060416868834&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115698060416868834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115698060416868834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/updates-di-giorgios.html' title='UPDATES: Di Giorgios'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115697842182646184</id><published>2006-08-30T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T19:45:39.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATES: Part Two</title><content type='html'>In case you've never done this kid thing before, infants tend to grow up into toddlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CelesteToddler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celeste Jagger, daughter of CeeCee &amp; Tucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BeauToddler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau Thompson, son of Jenn &amp;amp; Wallis Thompson (Ron whatshisname, biologically speaking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DarcyToddler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darcy Dreamer, daughter of Dawn and Darren (Did I even announce her birth? This is daughter #2 for them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CallyToddler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cally Wonderboy, daughter of Carl and Aria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AlexanderToddler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Manbeast, son of Oydie and Gunnar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BenedictToddler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benedict Manbeast, son of Oydie and Gunnar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And toddlers tend to grow up into young children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ChaseBoy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase Jagger, son of Beans &amp; Jag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ChadBoy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad Jagger, son of Beans &amp;amp; Jag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JacksonBoy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson Jagger, son of Ned, stepson of Theresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/WayneBoy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne G. Phelps, son of Audra &amp; Jason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JettGirl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jett Von Tristenburg, daughter of Deb &amp;amp; The Count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DanaTalk2Jett.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dana Dreamer, older daughter of Dawn and Darren (talking on the phone to Jett Von Tristenburg).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DavyBoy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davy Bluepen, son of DW &amp;amp; Alvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TristanBoy2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristan Walton, son of Ivy and Elmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. I think that's everyone. *wipes brow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are still the Di Giorgio twins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/updates-part-one.html"&gt;&lt;- UPDATES: Part One&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/updates-di-giorgios.html"&gt;UPDATES: Di Giorgios -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115697842182646184?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115697842182646184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115697842182646184&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115697842182646184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115697842182646184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/updates-part-two.html' title='UPDATES: Part Two'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115697741436290375</id><published>2006-08-30T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T17:54:15.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATES: Part One</title><content type='html'>Q: Based on Murphy's Law, when is your female Sims most likely to go into labor?&lt;br /&gt;A: Just as her husband is pulling away from the house, on his way to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such was the case for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AudraLaborNo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="405" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennLaborNo2.jpg" width="291" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="391" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/KateLaborNo2.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydieLaborNo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and Oydie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And introducing their new babies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BrettBorn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett Hull Phelps, son of Audra and Jason Phelps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/NicoleBorn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Thompson, daughter of Jenn and Wallis Thompson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JayInfant.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay Brown, son of Kate and Trent Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JustinInfant.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jay's twin brother, Justin Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CelestineBorn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celestine Manbeast, daughter of Oydie and Gunnar Manbeast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DariannaBorn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her twin sister, Darianna (sorry for the bad shot...got a little excited. She looks just like her sister with beautiful blue eyes and dark eyebrows).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*NOTE: Celestine and Darianna represent my very first ever Cheesecake twins. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/beans-missing-jag.html"&gt;&lt;- BEANS: Missing Jag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/updates-part-two.html"&gt;UPDATES: Part Two -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115697741436290375?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115697741436290375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115697741436290375&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115697741436290375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115697741436290375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/updates-part-one.html' title='UPDATES: Part One'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115697144822626973</id><published>2006-08-30T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T17:37:55.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BEANS: Missing Jag</title><content type='html'>The hat sat on Suzy's kitchen table, a constant reminder that her husband wasn't coming home anymore. Finally, she couldn't bear to look at it any longer. She took it outside and put it in the garbage can, just as the collection truck was approaching her house. She stood on her patio and watched the men climb out of the truck, collect the trash, and carry her husband's hat down the street with the rest of the waste. She walked back inside, and laid down for a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="417" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BeansSnuggleChad.jpg" width="335" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzy had promised herself she'd be brave for the sake of her boys. The last thing Jag had said to her was for her to take care of their sons while he was gone. Although that was going to be longer than she has thought it would be, she wasn't about to let him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She picked up Chad and held him to her shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love you Chad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Daddy? Home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beans choked back the tears and forced herself to remain strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No Sweetie. Daddy's not home. He lives with the Angels now, remember? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kissed him on the forehead and put him down on the floor, directing him towards one of his toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BeansSnuggleChase2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she walked over and picked up Chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mommy cwying gain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She held Chase out and looked at him. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He looks so much like Jag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No Sweetie. Mommy's not crying. Why don't you go play with your brother while Mommy takes a shower ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, after getting the boys bathed and in bed for the night, Suzy prepared to get into bed herself. She walked over and reached her hand out to grab the covers. Then she froze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the bed that she had shared with Jag. This is where the boys were conceived. This is where they spent their last night together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BeansBreakdown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzy broke down in tears. Maybe she'd been trying to hold it all in too much. She let everything out as she stood in her room and sobbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jag...why didn't you just stay here? Why wasn't I enough for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought about what life held for her now. A life of emptiness and loneliness. The boys would eventually grow up and move out and she would be alone. Alone. Something she thought she had wanted, but realized now that she was scared of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought back to her childhood to the day her mother died. The day she was left alone. The first day that she heard, what her grandmother always called "The Gift". It was no gift to her, and she worked hard at blocking it out. She hadn't wanted to hear or see any of the people from the other side, until now. Maybe she could see Jag one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No. No it would only hurt. It wouldn't be the same. I couldn't touch him or ... no. Just keep it turned off Suzy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put her hands over her face to muffle the sounds of her cries, afraid she was going to wake the boys up. That's when she felt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hand touched her shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BeansBreakdown2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Go away! Leave me alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She yelled out to the empty air, hoping that whatever was manifesting itself would be able to hear her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 397px; HEIGHT: 352px" height="373" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BeansBreakdown3.jpg" width="397" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Suzanne. I'm right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No! No I don't want to see you like this. I want the &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; Jag. Go away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 397px; HEIGHT: 310px" height="330" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BeansBreakdown4.jpg" width="429" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The real Jag? Honey, I am the real Jag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Please. I don't want to see these things again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Suzanne. Look at me. It's me. Jag. I'm home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 365px; HEIGHT: 391px" height="400" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BeansBreakdown6.jpg" width="365" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzy looked up and saw Jag standing next to her. Still unsure if what she was seeing was real or not, she put her hands on his shoulder. When she realizes that she was feeling a live person, she gasped loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;JAG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hi Suzanne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They said you were dead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dead? Ha. It takes more than a pipsqueak vampire, or three, to kill me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BeansBreakdown9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long and passionate kiss, mixed with a little bit of laughter and tears, she finally was able to ask the questions that were flowing through her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Where have you been Jag? Do you realize how long it's been? You didn't even call me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Whoa...slow down Suzanne. I pulled the job off - we managed to get the woman away from the vampire that kidnapped her, but I sent her fiance ahead to the airstrip with her, while I stayed back and fought the vampires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vampires&lt;/em&gt;? There was more than one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yeah. It turns out he had a brother and sister too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jag I don't think I want to hear this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I understand. Basically, they went on ahead without me. I thought I could charter another plane out, but the border was shut down, so I had to find another way out of the country which took longer than I thought it would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But...that guy. He had your hat. He said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ah. My hat. Yeah somebody swiped my hat and my wallet while I was sleeping one night. I woke up when they were trying to pull my boots off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh. Ok well you still could have called me Jag. Everyone thinks your dead! Your brothers...we had a memorial service for you! Do you realize what that was like for us? For the boys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I tried to call! Don't you answer the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh. No actually I don't. I'm tired of hearing "I'm so sorry".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="388" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BeansBreakdown8.jpg" width="325" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Suzanne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I'm sorry that I left. I know you probably don't believe me, but I promise you that I'll never leave again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I do believe you Jag. Want to know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cause I threw your hat away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jag pulled his wife closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/baby-news-jenn.html"&gt;&lt;- BABY NEWS: Jenn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; /&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/updates-part-one.html"&gt;UPDATES: Part One -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115697144822626973?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115697144822626973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115697144822626973&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115697144822626973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115697144822626973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/beans-missing-jag.html' title='BEANS: Missing Jag'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115685706211087355</id><published>2006-08-29T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T05:51:14.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY NEWS: Jenn</title><content type='html'>After talking the situation over with Wallis, Jenn decided to try one more time to let Ron know that he was going to be a father. She wrote him a letter and sent it by certified mail. Despite the fact that Ron had signed for the letter, she still never heard from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 385px" height="385" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/WallisRubJTummy.jpg" width="335" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though he didn't know Ron, Wallis was getting frustrated with his lack of involvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;How can he not want to be part of this? Even in my Romance days, I wouldn't have just ignored something like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey Wallis, wanna get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Are you proposing to me Jenn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah. I guess I am&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennWallisEng.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yes I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn and Wallis drove down to the Justice of the Peace later that evening and exchanged vows. They celebrated with a game of chess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennWallisChess.wmv"&gt;&lt;img height="402" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JWChessBaby.jpg" width="393" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*click the image to view a video of Jenn &amp; Wallis's chess game. Video will open outside of your browser. There is no sound on this video. Size= 2.98MB*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey Jenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Do you want to have a baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Geez Wallis. Where have &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;No. I mean...with me. Don't you want to have one together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We're not allowed to. There's some weird One Kid rule in this neighborhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Wallis hung his head slightly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennLabor1b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't long before the labor pains hit and the baby was on it's way into the world. It appears as if Wallis thinks that Jenn looks pretty good in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BeauBorn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon enough, she was holding her new son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/WallisCheerBaby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Wooooo! Yea little...uh, what are you naming him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Beau. Beau Thompson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;He's getting my last name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why not? It's mine too and Ron's made it pretty clear that he doesn't care. You don't have a problem with it, do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Are you kidding? I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/WallisCuddleBeau.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few months, Wallis really bonded with little Beau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 327px; HEIGHT: 368px" height="384" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/WallisDiaper.jpg" width="327" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even helped with the diaper changes, baths and feedings. As a matter of fact, he was being such a good father to a child that wasn't even his...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="408" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennPregNo2.jpg" width="331" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uh Wallis? Remember when you said you wanted to have another baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well I don't think this is from too many Grilled Cheese sandwiches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just when life was settling down for this little family, Ron called. Apparently the news had finally sunk in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 294px; HEIGHT: 406px" height="408" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RonCalls.jpg" width="284" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What do you mean I never told you! I called but you never called me back. I even sent you a letter, which you signed for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well if you didn't read it, that's &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; fault not mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slammed the phone down, wishing she still fit in her Jenn Smash outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Everything ok Jenn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No! That was Ron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Want me to beat him up for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Done. Let me just finish feeding Beau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how opportunity sometimes knocks when you least expect it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RonConfrontsWallis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey! What are you doing here with my girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What? Who's your girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jenn is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 399px; HEIGHT: 297px" height="342" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RonConfrontsWallis2.jpg" width="445" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Funny how you don't even know that she's &lt;em&gt;married&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What? Jenn you married this guy? How could you? What about us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jenn, to the baby) &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Look sweetie. Daddy is beating up the sperm donor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 373px; HEIGHT: 302px" height="341" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RonConfrontsWallis3.jpg" width="434" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You've got a lot of nerve strolling in here after all this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's only been a little over a year man. I was trying to find myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Doesn't look like you succeeded. Your shirt says "Armando".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a nickname!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 371px; HEIGHT: 352px" height="358" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RonConfrontsWallis4.jpg" width="366" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Get out of here and stay away from my wife and our son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All right. Don't hit me. I'll go. I don't want anything to do with that kid anyway. I only came back to see if she wanted to practice making another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 345px; HEIGHT: 386px" height="398" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RonConfrontsWallis5.jpg" width="345" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After throwing Ron out by his shirt, Wallis walked back over to Jenn and Beau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Geez, what did you ever see in that guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He uh...wasn't who I thought he was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn Career Update: Fast Food Shift Manager&lt;br /&gt;Wallis Career Update: Gas Station Attendant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/baby-news-oydie.html"&gt;&lt;- BABY NEWS: Oydie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; /&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/beans-missing-jag.html"&gt;BEANS: Missing Jag -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115685706211087355?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115685706211087355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115685706211087355&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115685706211087355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115685706211087355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/baby-news-jenn.html' title='BABY NEWS: Jenn'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115685681693596691</id><published>2006-08-29T07:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T09:47:28.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY NEWS: Oydie</title><content type='html'>Oydie and Gunnar had decided that having two couples, each expecting a baby, was too much for the small house that they were sharing with Jenn and Wallis. They bought a house of their own, packed up their belongings, said their goodbyes, and moved out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as they were walking up to the front door, Oydie got blindsided by a sharp pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydieLaborNo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gunnar! The baby's coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 410px; HEIGHT: 332px" height="342" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydieLaborNo1b.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We'd better get you inside Oydie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I ... can't ... walk. Ow. This kinda hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/GunnarHoldsAlex2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later Gunnar was proudly holding his new son, Alexander. This freed Oydie up for other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydieLaborNo1c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I could be wrong, but I suspect we're having twins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BenBorn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twins indeed. Just after Alexander came into the world, he was joined by his twin brother, Benedict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 392px; HEIGHT: 329px" height="373" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/HoldingTwins.jpg" width="412" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that they both have red hair and blue eyes, you can still tell them apart by the slight difference in their skin tone. Oydie is holding Ben and Gunnar has Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/GunnarPlayAlex.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gunnar is a great dad, and really dotes on the twins. This is Alex that he's playing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Oydie has a LTW to marry off 6 kids, they're already planning on more children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="288" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydieMornSickNo2.jpg" width="398" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo. Looks like they were successful too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oydie Career Update: Minor Leaguer&lt;br /&gt;Gunnar Career Update: Host&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/baby-news-angelia.html"&gt;&lt;- BABY NEWS: Angelia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/baby-news-jenn.html"&gt;BABY NEWS: Jenn -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115685681693596691?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115685681693596691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115685681693596691&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115685681693596691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115685681693596691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/baby-news-oydie.html' title='BABY NEWS: Oydie'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115685565231884348</id><published>2006-08-29T07:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T10:51:42.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY NEWS: Angelia</title><content type='html'>Armand took his girlfriend by the hand and let her to the cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Where are we going Armand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You'll see&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, they were standing in someone's front yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AANewHouse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Welcome home Angelia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yes. Our new home. I got it just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="399" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AANewHouse2.jpg" width="365" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You bought this just for me? But...we can't afford this Armand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It was the weirdest thing Ang. I looked in the checking account and there was this big wad of money in there. It just appeared overnight. The bank said it was ours to keep, so I bought this house with it. You said the other one was too small right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes it was. Wow I'm ... I can't believe you bought a house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AANewHouse3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Nothing is too good for you Ang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mmmm. Is there furniture in there yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And our bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Armand and Angelia look at each other for a minute before rushing off to check out the ... interior)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking some time to get ... settled in ... and a few minor incidents such as the survival of the welcoming committee and the accidental setting of a small stove fire, Angelia and Armand seemed to settle in to their new house pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngVeryPreg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before long, Angelia was in her 9th month and ready to have her baby at any moment. Just when things seemed to be going smoothly, I found Armand outside on the patio, pacing back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ArmandUpset.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. What's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;IT! I did IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You woohoo'd with someone else?! Armand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;No no, not that IT. I rolled the want to woohoo with 3 sims. I told you this would happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whew* Calm down. Just cause you rolled it doesn't mean you have to do it. Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;With Ang? Very happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ignore it. And uh...you'd better get inside. Quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 363px" height="383" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngLabor.jpg" width="326" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;CURSE YOU BEANS! YOU DID THIS TO ME! I HATE YOUUUUUUUUUUU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe Captain. Armand's on his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HE DID THIS TO ME TOO! AARRRHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; HEIGHT: 283px" height="296" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngLabor2.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;She's having the baby? Ah! No, I can't do this! I can't...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Angelia and Author in unison) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Armand shut up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MorganBorn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment later Armand was holding his son, Morgan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="408" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MarinaBorn.jpg" width="342" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... while Angelia held their daughter, Marina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ArmandPlaysMorgan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Armand, we should probably go feed them their bottles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Armand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Armand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelia Career Update: Minor Leaguer&lt;br /&gt;Armand Career Update: Host&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Special thank you to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://rainne.jennthesimmergirl.com/houses_by_rainne_002.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rainne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;for supplying the new home of Angelia &amp;amp; Armand (Everwood model)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/jenn-changes.html"&gt;&lt;- JENN: Changes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/baby-news-oydie.html"&gt;BABY NEWS: Oydie -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115685565231884348?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115685565231884348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115685565231884348&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115685565231884348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115685565231884348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/baby-news-angelia.html' title='BABY NEWS: Angelia'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115678488439171566</id><published>2006-08-28T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T07:50:32.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JENN: Changes</title><content type='html'>We're bravely going back to Jenn's house again today. I hope things have calmed down since the last time we were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennPreg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! Jenn, you're pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thanks for clearing that up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...do I have to actually ask, or are you just going to tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll tell you. It's Ron's baby. And no, I haven't heard back from him. And yes, I tried to call him and no, he didn't answer my calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about ummm...Darren?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I haven't heard from him either. He must have grown a conscience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah they tend to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I do have some good news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool. Let's hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'd rather show you. It's someone I found walking past the house and, well, I think he could be the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 414px; HEIGHT: 345px" height="324" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennStareWallis.jpg" width="396" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, that's Wallis. But I was saving him for the next generation Jenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Please. I want to keep him. He makes me feel all funky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst. Jenn. You're staring at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know. I can't help it. I do that a lot around him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like him that much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes. That much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Hallejuah. I'll let you keep him if he's willing to Grilled Cheese himself for you. I don't think you'd be happy with him wanting to WooHoo with 20 Sims, like he does now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whoa. I feel really wierd. What is this strange sensation I'm feeling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness Jenn. You're glowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Welcome back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little later, after some pre-conditioning from Jenn...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="404" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennAsksWallis.jpg" width="356" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So, exactly what is this thing again Jenn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's a RobsChangeYourBrainInator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What does it do exactly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It'll change you from a Romance sim to a Grilled Cheese sim, like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Whoa. You want me to stop romancing all the ladies in town?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's not like you've had the chance to romance anyone Wallis - except me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; HEIGHT: 349px" height="366" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennAsksWallis3.jpg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Plus I've seen your bolts. I know how much you like me. If you change, you get to stay here with me. Forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well, that &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; rather impressive in there. I've never met a girl that can lift her leg that high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's my patented Jenn Smash High Kick. Comes in handy in all types of situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'll do it. But wait...do I get to keep my...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Whew. Ok. Here goes nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="423" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/WallisChanges2.jpg" width="348" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey, it's a little warmer then I thought it would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/WallisChanges3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;OWW! Jenn! It's got my head! It's burning. Oh no, my hair! My face! Please don't burn my hair. Not my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="408" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/WallisChanges4.jpg" width="340" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Get it off of me! Ow, this hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wallis manages to get his head out of the machine*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/WallisChanges5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Whoa. What's this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's your stomach Wallis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You mean, I have other organs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. And now it'll be your stomach controlling your actions, instead of what you used to think with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/WallisChanges6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Shhh. Be quiet. Smell that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's grilled cheese. You'll be able to smell it from miles away now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My organ wants one. The new one, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I believe you want about 200 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mmmm....yes, 200 sounds good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Wait a minute. The other organ, it still works right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course. If you don't believe me, turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennWallis2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sluurrrrrrp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 341px; HEIGHT: 356px" height="379" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennWallis3b.jpg" width="341" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hot dog. It still works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/jenna-rough-night.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;- JENN: A Rough Night&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;/&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/baby-news-angelia.html"&gt;BABY NEWS: Angelia -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115678488439171566?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115678488439171566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115678488439171566&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115678488439171566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115678488439171566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/jenn-changes.html' title='JENN: Changes'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115678195124027206</id><published>2006-08-28T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T12:09:00.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JENN:A Rough Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*NOTE: This chapter contains adult themes and partial nudity*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given that Jenn was in a pretty bad mood the last time we were here, let's go check in on her and see how she's doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 283px" height="311" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennChessRon.jpg" width="405" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey Jenn. Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're not. Strange Voice, this is Ron. Ron, this is the voice in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Nice to meet you Voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise. I'll let you guys get back to your game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, she seems ok this time. Let's go inside and see how Oydie and Gunnar are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/GRubOBelly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! You two are expecting a baby! When did that happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A few months ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! Do you know what you're having?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No, we want to be surprised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. That's bound to be one beautiful baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Gunnar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Later that night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="430" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennDrunk1.jpg" width="367" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yo! Bartender! I'll take the strongest thing you have. And keep 'em coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Comin' right up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 414px" height="421" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennDrunk4.jpg" width="324" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Jenn, didn't think I'd be bumping into you here. What's up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey Voice! Nice to *hiccup* see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. How many drinks have you had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've only had 2 beers Occifer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn I think you've had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yup. I've definitely had enough all right. I've had enough of having to sit around and wait for him to call. I've had enough of hearing about his great kids and his stupid wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I'm sorry Jenn. You ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennDrunk7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Down the hatch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jenn wipes her mouth off with the back of her hand*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Perfectly *hiccup* fine now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn, maybe you should slow down before you end up sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not a chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennDrunk8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bob's your uncle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 328px; HEIGHT: 378px" height="388" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennSeesRonOut.jpg" width="328" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey Jenn. What are you doing here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness. Maybe you can get her to stop drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Wanna dance Jenn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sure. Might as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 399px" height="399" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennSeesRonOut4.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You having fun Jenn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah. Hey *hiccup* you wanna dance with me Ron?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We are dancing Jenn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh. I knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennSeesRonOut5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This is a little move I like to call Dirty Dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wasn't that a movie? Here let me try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="397" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennSeesRonOut6.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;OW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry Ron. I thought that was my foot. I drink I need another think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 384px" height="399" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennDrinksAgain2.jpg" width="334" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bartender, I need another drink because my boyfriend is married and I realize now that he's never going to leave her and even if he did, I don't think I want him to leave her because I don't want to be known as a homewrecker, which is what I'd be if he...HEY! Where are you going? I thought bartenders are supposed to sit and listen to your problems? You're lucky that Jenn Smash isn't here right now! She'd kick your lilly white...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 371px; HEIGHT: 301px" height="342" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennDrinksAgain3.jpg" width="371" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Jenn, I think your voice friend is right. You need to stop drinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Go away Ron. I'm getting ready to beat this bartender up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 378px; HEIGHT: 370px" height="370" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennDrinksAgain4.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;She won't be needing this. Thanks anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whoa Nelly, how come I never noticed what a cute little *hiccup* setup you have back there Ron?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="355" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennWantsKiss.jpg" width="404" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So there he is! I knew he'd get away from his *hiccup* wife tonight. Well I'm just going to march over there and kiss him. We'll see what he thinks about that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/NedInnocent.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What? Sorry guys, it's not me. I love Theresa and haven't cheated on her at all. I'm out of here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennKissesRon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Come here I'll show you what you're missing out on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh Jenn, that's not your married boyfriend. That's Ron. And I think it's time to get you home and in bed. Say goodnight Gracie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Goodnight Gracie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back at the house...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. Jenn is in bed. But I want to make sure she's ok and not barfing her brains out before I leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slowly opening door*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; HEIGHT: 251px" height="324" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennWH.jpg" width="443" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Darren...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gasp* Darren? DREAMER?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(male voice) &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Who the heck is Darren?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 341px" height="393" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennRonOnBed.jpg" width="349" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rut roh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oops. Did I say Darren? I meant Oh Ron?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Whatever. I'm out of here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm leaving too. Get some sleep Jenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/note-from-author.html"&gt;&lt;- Note from Author&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/jenn-changes.html"&gt;JENN: Changes -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115678195124027206?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115678195124027206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115678195124027206&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115678195124027206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115678195124027206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/jenna-rough-night.html' title='JENN:A Rough Night'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115677544949087667</id><published>2006-08-28T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T11:31:26.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Note From Author</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little update to let you know what's going on behind the scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the reason behind the sudden onslaught of Angelia/Oydie/Jenn postings. It's simple really. My goal is to have all the Gen 2 kids in college together, and all starting at the same time. None of these ladies have even had babies yet, while everyone else in Pleasantview has children that are either toddlers or young children (you haven't missed anything, I haven't shown those birthdays yet). It's a matter of catching them up to everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you may ask, why don't I just do it behind the scenes and blend it in rather than doing many posts? First of all, that's no fun. Why play if I can't share it with everyone else? Secondly, they're putting out some rather interesting stories that I can't resist writing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, back to our other families, you'll notice that some have fallen a little quiet lately. There are a small handful of families that may blend into the background for a while, but their children will re-appear in college with the rest of Gen 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to the Toddler/Child/Teen years. These years will go by a LOT faster than the dating/marriage/pregnancy/birth/infant years have for everyone in town. Mainly because, they're the least interesting to write about LOL But don't worry, you'll still get to know each of the children individually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading and for all the comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/angelia-oops-pt-2.html"&gt;&lt;- ANGELIA: Oops Pt 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; /&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/jenna-rough-night.html"&gt;JENN: A Rough Night -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115677544949087667?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115677544949087667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115677544949087667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115677544949087667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115677544949087667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/note-from-author.html' title='Note From Author'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115672062402187951</id><published>2006-08-27T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T11:30:38.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGELIA: Oops Pt 2</title><content type='html'>I realized that I couldn't just leave Angelia and Armand like I did, and wanted to go back and see how they were doing with the news of Angelia's pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 402px; HEIGHT: 293px" height="315" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ArmSick.jpg" width="402" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa Armand. What's wrong? I know &lt;em&gt;you're&lt;/em&gt; not pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm not feeling so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you eat some old food? Catch the flu or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;No, it's just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 319px; HEIGHT: 388px" height="384" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ArmSick3.jpg" width="327" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just what Armand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I don't know what to do. I can't take care of a baby. I'm in no shape to be a father. I don't have any money. What if I roll the want to woohoo with somebody else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well geez Armand, you're the only Romance sim I've ever seen that &lt;em&gt;hasn't&lt;/em&gt; rolled wants to be with other people. I don't think you have to worry about that. And the money will work out. Come on now, are you sure that's all that's bothering you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 323px; HEIGHT: 403px" height="403" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ArmSick2.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I love her Beans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What if that changes after this baby comes around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armand, it doesn't work that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It did with my parents. I can't do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Armand, but I see no other way. I have to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Do what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yell at you. Snap out of it already! Get your very cute butt out there, apologize to her, and stop being such a turd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey. You called me a turd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either that, or you're going to end up losing her Armand. She's in the kitchen. Hurry up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ArmApologizes2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*no response*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ang. Don't ignore me. I've been thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmm. Good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 341px; HEIGHT: 400px" height="407" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ArmApologizes4.jpg" width="345" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ang, I'm sorry. That was really selfish of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I was afraid that if we had a baby, we'd lose all the fun in our relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That'll only happen if we let it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 365px; HEIGHT: 390px" height="396" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ArmApologizes3.jpg" width="367" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armand reached down and put his hand on Angelia's growing stomach. After a moment of trying to get used to the idea of there really being a baby in there, he finally spoke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I can't believe this is happening. It's kind of...surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah, it is for me too. We'll make it work somehow Armand. Just don't flake out on me again, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ArmApologizes5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I won't. I'm really sorry Ang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know. Me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelia Career Update: Minor Leaguer&lt;br /&gt;Armand Career Update: Fast Food Shift Manager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/angelia-oops.html"&gt;&lt;- ANGELIA: Oops&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; /&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/note-from-author.html"&gt;Note from Author -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115672062402187951?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115672062402187951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115672062402187951&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115672062402187951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115672062402187951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/angelia-oops-pt-2.html' title='ANGELIA: Oops Pt 2'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115671701976212068</id><published>2006-08-27T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T18:55:10.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGELIA: Oops</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*Authors Note: You may remember me saying that I was scared to see what Maja and Aron, our resident lovebirds, would be like at 3 bolts. Well, now I know. Join me as we bravely enter where no man has dared to enter before - the home of Captain Angelia and Armand. Please keep your hands inside the ride and your safety harness on at all times. Thank you.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we last checked in on Angelia, she has just named Armand as the love of her life. Armand had wasted no time in packing his bags, and moving in with the Captain. Let's go see how these two Romance lovebirds are adjusting to the life of shacking up together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys, how are you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 264px" height="306" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ArmandCapt3rdTime.jpg" width="392" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Bad time for company maybe. I'll come back in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An hour later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngMascot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh good. You're *ahem* done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry, can't talk. I have to go to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see that. You got a job as a Mascot obviously. But...where's Armand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Working. He's a Dishwasher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then. I'll just come back tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The next day...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys, I'm back to see how...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 278px" height="287" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ArmAngMO.jpg" width="379" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on now. Is this all you guys do? I'll wait outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An hour later...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ArmAngCuddle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good! You're just cuddling. This, I can handle. I was going to ask you how it was going with you two living together despite the fact that you both have Romance aspirations but I can see it's going just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 410px" height="423" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ArmAngWH.jpg" width="367" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* ... fine. Wow. I'm not sure if I need a shower now, or a cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few minutes later...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ArmMakesWaffle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey Ang, you gonna come out of that bathroom? I made you a waffle. Something tells me you like bananas on it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 311px" height="386" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngMornSick.jpg" width="364" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ugh. Don't mention...food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain? You ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; *barf* &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't look fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Truth be told, I really don't feel very fine. That hamburger I had last night must have been bad or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's morning sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngAngst2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What? No. No it can't be that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not? You two have been going at it like rabbits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But you told me that you turned off the Try For Baby thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did. But I might have accidentally left the Risky Woohoo option on. Oops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngAngst.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What?! How could you do that? We're Romance sims!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, this is a Legacy story. Kinda. Sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But...we don't want kids! They'll cramp our style!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm down. You'll probably only have one. Wait. Back up. Scratch that. You have 3 bolts for each other, so you'll probably have twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngAngst3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is awful. How am I going to tell Armand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this. "Hey Baby, guess what? We're going to have a little Captain Bedroom Eyes. Isn't that great?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shut up Beans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shutting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I need to go talk to Armand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An hour later...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy they've been really quiet up there. He must be taking it pretty well. Let's go listen in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="354" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ArmAngMO2.jpg" width="377" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not. Geez Louise. I think I'll come back another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A couple of weeks later...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're back at the home of Capt Angelia and Armand. I'm sure she's told him by now. Let's see how things are going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 394px; HEIGHT: 285px" height="271" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ArmandLounges2.jpg" width="441" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hellooooo Armand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. What's up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any exciting news you want to share with us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then. Go back to ... yeah. &lt;em&gt;*clicks tongue and points at Armand*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found Angelia sitting on her bed, deep in thought. After a rather *ahem* emotional conversation, she's agreed that she needed to tell Armand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngTellsArm3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey Armand, I have something to tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ok. What's up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know how that bed has different settings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And the Try for Baby option has been off this whole time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yup. Thankfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Angelia laughs nervously&lt;/em&gt;* &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah. Well, did you know about the Risky Woohoo option?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;No. What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 374px; HEIGHT: 349px" height="360" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngTellsArm4.jpg" width="374" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well first let me say that I had nothing to do with turning it on. It was her.&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;em&gt;Angelia points to the Autho&lt;/em&gt;r*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey leave me out of this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ok, so what are you saying Ang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Risky Woohoo is just what it sounds like Armand. It means everytime you woohoo, you're risking getting pregnant. Think of it as the condom of the Sims world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So you're...pregnant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes Armand. I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngTellsArm5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But we don't want kids Ang. What the hell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey I didn't plan this either! What do you expect me to do Armand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="364" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngTellsArm6.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well you should have known it was on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You should have too Armand! I wasn't the only one up there, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok you two. To your corners. Dr. Phil says that kids are emotionally scarred by hearing their parents fight, and a fetus can hear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(both in unison) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SHUT UP BEANS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shutting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngTellsArm8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Geez Ang, what are we going to do now? We can't afford a baby. I'm already working double shifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well I guess we just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngTellsArm9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Why couldn't we just leave it like it was? It was perfect Ang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This isn't going to affect us Armand. Is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I think...I need to go to bed Ang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/cee-cee-bad-timing.html"&gt;&lt;- CEE CEE: Bad Timing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/angelia-oops-pt-2.html"&gt;ANGELIA: Oops Pt 2 -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115671701976212068?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115671701976212068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115671701976212068&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115671701976212068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115671701976212068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/angelia-oops.html' title='ANGELIA: Oops'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115668153202441361</id><published>2006-08-27T07:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T20:11:08.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CEE CEE: Bad Timing</title><content type='html'>It was a quiet night in Pleasantview. CeeCee and Tucker were sound asleep in the bedroom. Their window was open just enough to let the cool breeze blow through, also allowing them to fall asleep to the sound of the crickets chirping outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Tucker awoke to another noise. One made by a different type of creature of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CCBurglar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone was in the house. Tucker jumped up out of bed and pulled his pants on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;CeeCee, call the cops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tucker wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Call the cops CeeCee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tucker was down the stairs in a flash, where he came face to face with the burglar. She turned and ran out of the house, with Tucker right behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CeeCee tried her best to make it to the phone, but she couldn't walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CCLabor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her labor pains were coming on too strong and too close together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TUCKER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Tucker couldn't hear her. He was still down the street, chasing the burglar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CelesteBorn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, CeeCee gave birth to their daughter. Completely exhausted, all CeeCee could do was put the baby down on the floor, and make her way back into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about a half an hour, CeeCee was starting to get worried. She knew she needed to take care of her new daughter, but she felt weak and was struggling to stay awake. Now she was getting worried about Tucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tucker where are you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she could finish her thought, Tucker walked back into the house and upstairs into the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 411px; HEIGHT: 406px" height="381" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CCTuckSeesBaby.jpg" width="378" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tucker! Thank goodness you're ok! Did you catch him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Her. And no, she got away. Did you ever call the cops?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No I didn't. I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tucker got a sarcastic tone in his voice. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Great. Thanks CeeCee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CCTuckSeesBaby2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CeeCee swung her feet around and tried to get the strength up to stand up. Her struggle wasn't going unnoticed by her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey hey hey. What's going on. Are you ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm just very tired Tuck. I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You don't look well. How's the ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tucker lowered his hand to CeeCee's stomach, but got a surprised when he didn't feel the round pregnant stomach he was expecting. He jumped back as if he had just been bitten by a rattlesnake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;CeeCee! What happened? Where's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tucker calm down. She's over there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CCTuckSeesBaby4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tucker walked over and picked his daughter up off the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's why I couldn't call the police. It all happened so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I shouldn't have left you here alone like that. I'm really sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's ok Tuck. I'll be fine once I get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TuckHoldsCeleste.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;She's so perfect. Hey, you know that name we talked about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes Tuck, and I think it would be really sweet to name her after your mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tucker raised his daughter up to his shoulder, and rubbed her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Celeste. My little Celeste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/jenn-secret.html"&gt;&lt;- JENN: A Secret&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/angelia-oops.html"&gt;ANGELIA: Oops -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115668153202441361?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115668153202441361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115668153202441361&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115668153202441361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115668153202441361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/cee-cee-bad-timing.html' title='CEE CEE: Bad Timing'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115656203683641268</id><published>2006-08-25T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T16:12:10.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JENN: A Secret</title><content type='html'>Since we've told Oydie's recent update, it's only fair to also update you on her roommate and best friend, Jenn. Let's go see what Jenn is up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 291px" height="329" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennGaming.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Jenn. Whatcha doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nothing. Die you big ... monkey poopie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo. Those are fighting words there Jenn. Everything ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fine. Everything's perfectly fine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm detecting a hint of sarcasm in your tone there Jenn. Wanna talk about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. How about you come with me and I show you a little something I got for you then. It might cheer you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 365px; HEIGHT: 402px" height="411" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennNewFridge.jpg" width="365" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You got me a new fridge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I did Jenn. Actually I redecorated your entire kitchen for you. It was the least I could do for you since Oydie tried to burn it down recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is my favorite room in the house you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're welcome. Feel better now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. What would make you feel better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess smashing something might help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easily fixed. Let's see if there's anyone...err...anything outside we can smash ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 338px; HEIGHT: 353px" height="373" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennNina.jpg" width="341" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look, it's Nina Caliente. You know what, between that little stunt she just pulled and what she's done to her twins and to Rob, she deserves a little Jenn Smashin'. Knock yourself out Jenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 347px; HEIGHT: 381px" height="385" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennNina2.jpg" width="346" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't mind if I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whoa. That was impressive. I didn't even see you spin this time. What's wrong Nina? You look a little worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm not worried. I'm just thinking that this outfit she has on is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; not her color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennNina3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yeah? Well what if I poked you in the chest? Would it be my color then? Huh? What if I did it a few times then called you a &lt;em&gt;FUDDER DUTT&lt;/em&gt;! What do you think of that you...you...&lt;em&gt;Nasty Trang&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nina runs away crying*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jenn. Wow. I couldn't have written that any better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're welcome. Feel better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Good. Guess we'd better get back inside. You're attracting a lot of attention in that outfit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 343px; HEIGHT: 325px" height="351" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydieWOJenn.jpg" width="341" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well hello Jenn. (inhale, 2, 3, 4) Who were you talking to outside? (exhale, 2, 3, 4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nobody in particular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh ok. (stretch, 2, 3, 4) Hey look at that, the phone's ringing. I'll bet it's for you again. (down, 2, 3,4).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Jenn runs for the phone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennOnPhone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't think she can hear me. She's working out.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can get away today? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She's going to work in an hour, how about then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok. Me too. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, Jenn...who was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nobody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's coming over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nobody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. You know Orion is here. I think he wanted to see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's upstairs. Why don't you go say hi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 376px; HEIGHT: 325px" height="367" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennWatchesOrion.jpg" width="368" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know Oydie really wants me to give him a chance, but I'm not sure about him. I've heard rumors too - that he's a real player. Let's face it, he's just not my type. He'll get bored with me eventually and find someone else to try to hit on. Sorry Oydie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on Jenn, he's not your type? You do have &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; attraction to him. Can't you give him a chance? Maybe - if he likes you enough - he'd be willing to stick his head in that big machine and turn into a Grilled Cheese lover like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry. Just not interested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Per the request of Jenn Smash, her afternoon with the man on the phone won't be shown today. Our apologies to the curious minded out there*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But very late that night, Jenn awoke suddenly. Her mind was racing and she was unable to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 364px" height="381" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennPJs.jpg" width="319" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What am I doing? I can't really like him this much. He's married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/oydie-wedding.html"&gt;&lt;- OYDIE: The Wedding&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/cee-cee-bad-timing.html"&gt;CEE CEE: Bad Timing -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115656203683641268?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115656203683641268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115656203683641268&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115656203683641268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115656203683641268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/jenn-secret.html' title='JENN: A Secret'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115651171497739597</id><published>2006-08-25T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T22:14:44.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OYDIE: The Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Entry 5&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm getting married today! I can't wait to see Gunnar in his tux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 390px; HEIGHT: 292px" height="363" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/Guests.jpg" width="449" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our friends are here. Armand brought his girlfriend, Angelia. Then of course Jenn is here. And Beans, Suzi, Audra and CeeCee all made it. I knew that Gunnar's twin, Orion, wouldn't miss the wedding either. It's good to see him. Maybe I can get Jenn to pay attention to him today. He's so sweet and I think he has a little thing for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 333px" height="365" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OGWed2.jpg" width="388" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before the ceremony started, I couldn't help but look at Gunnar and wonder what he was thinking about. I'll bet he was thinking about how much he loved me. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 292px" height="306" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/GuestsYawn.jpg" width="307" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we heard people start yawning, we knew it was time to start the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 348px; HEIGHT: 331px" height="342" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OGVows2.jpg" width="348" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Oydie Dotto, take you Gunnar to be my lawfully wedded husband. To have and to hold (and hold, and hold, and hold) for all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 373px; HEIGHT: 318px" height="367" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/GunnarVows.jpg" width="358" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Gunnar Manbeast, take you Oydie to be my lawfully wedded wife. To have (lots of babies with) and to hold for all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 362px; HEIGHT: 356px" height="373" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydiesRing.jpg" width="354" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this ring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 359px; HEIGHT: 348px" height="367" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/GunnarsRing.jpg" width="348" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I thee wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OG1stKiss2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when I became the first female Manbeast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 379px; HEIGHT: 260px" height="309" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RomanceRoom.jpg" width="413" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was kissing my new husband, someone snapped this picture. I guess we had a lot of very romantic type people in our little house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="366" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OG1stDance.jpg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our first dance together. Gunnar is very smooth on his feet. He must have had a lot of practice. Just after we started dancing, Armand and Angelia started dancing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why Beans was so upset. Somebody said something happened to her husband, but I don't know what happened. I'll have to call her when I get back from the honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 377px; HEIGHT: 262px" height="341" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/WedGC.jpg" width="453" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really fun party. Jenn was nice enough to cook Grilled Cheese sandwiches for everybody. Uh oh, she's not going to like that I called her nice *smiley face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got to redeem herself later though. I heard yelling coming from my bedroom. When I ran in there to see what was going on, I found Jenn in there yelling at Orion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 377px; HEIGHT: 295px" height="317" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennNoWay.jpg" width="402" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had forgotten to turn my bed off, and they somehow had found their way in there together. She was yelling something about him keeping his grubby paws off of her, lest he cared to lose one of them. Needless to say, he jumped up off the bed and left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like all parties tend to do, this one eventually came to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennDancesAfter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rock on Jenn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Later SuzyBeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 393px; HEIGHT: 281px" height="350" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OGInLimo.jpg" width="401" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we've come to the end of my Wedding Scrapbook. Gunnar and I are off on our honeymoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and hopefully hearing those beautiful Baby Chimes. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/oydie-oydies-man-pt-2.html"&gt;&lt;- OYDIE: Oydie's Man Pt 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/jenn-secret.html"&gt;JENN: A Secret -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115651171497739597?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115651171497739597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115651171497739597&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115651171497739597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115651171497739597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/oydie-wedding.html' title='OYDIE: The Wedding'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115651075607274379</id><published>2006-08-25T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T09:37:38.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OYDIE: Oydie's Man Pt 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Entry 4&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OGMO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OGMO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gunnar's spending a lot of time at my house now. We usually go into my room for some privacy so we can...talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were right in the middle of an especially good conversation *&lt;em&gt;blushing&lt;/em&gt;*, when Gunnar said those three words I'd been hoping to hear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OGInLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px" height="295" alt="" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OGInLove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OGMoveIn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 405px" height="422" alt="" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OGMoveIn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course, I asked him to move in and of course, he said yes. He also said that he had something he wanted to ask me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 386px; HEIGHT: 317px" height="387" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/GunnarProp3.jpg" width="439" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he got down on one knee, and told me that he was madly in love with me and wanted to raise a family full of little Oydie's with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 381px; HEIGHT: 393px" height="399" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/GunnarProp2.jpg" width="381" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he pulled out the most beautiful diamond ring I've ever seen, and asked me to marry him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; HEIGHT: 322px" height="384" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/GunnarProp5.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in between my squeals of excitment, and almost knocking him over, I managed to actually say "yes"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 372px; HEIGHT: 266px" height="279" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OGCelebrating.jpg" width="363" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated our engagement a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 372px; HEIGHT: 271px" height="285" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OGCelebrating2.jpg" width="372" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, I love this new bed he bought me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Next: The Wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/oydie-oydies-man-pt-1.html"&gt;&lt;- OYDIE: Oydie's Man Pt 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; /&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/oydie-wedding.html"&gt;OYDIE: The Wedding -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115651075607274379?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115651075607274379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115651075607274379&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115651075607274379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115651075607274379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/oydie-oydies-man-pt-2.html' title='OYDIE: Oydie&apos;s Man Pt 2'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115650813341696570</id><published>2006-08-25T06:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T08:09:03.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OYDIE: Oydie's Man Pt 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*AUTHORS NOTE: Since I had no hand in setting Oydie and her love interest up, I'm going to let Oydie tell the story of how she met and fell in love with new husband. Enjoy.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydieInLimo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydieInLimo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh hi everybody. Oydie here. No your eyes aren't playing tricks on you. I'm sitting in my limo, in my wedding gown, preparing to leave for my honeymoon. You may say to yourself "&lt;em&gt;But Oydie doesn't even have a boyfriend, does she&lt;/em&gt;?". Well technically no, I have a husband.&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;em&gt;giggles&lt;/em&gt;* &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But he started out as my boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm sorry I can't stay to chat. I have a date with my hubby and one of those little Hawaiian islands. Feel free to stick around and look through my scrapbook. It should tell you the whole story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Limo drives away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~* OYDIE'S SCRAPBOOK *~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Entry 1&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydieFire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydieFire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was not shaping up to be a very pleasant day at all. First, I set the kitchen on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydieFired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydieFired.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got and lost my job as a Dishwasher. I was pretty happy to have brought home my first paycheck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydieFired2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydieFired2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but I was pretty sad about messing up at work and being fired. I guess the culinary field just isn't for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 392px; HEIGHT: 279px" height="328" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennGunnarArmand.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Jenn could tell I was having a rough day, so she invited a couple of her male friends over for me to meet. She kept calling me over to talk to them, but I didn't want to talk. One of them looked mean, and all the other one kept talking about was his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 385px" height="390" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/GunnarNiceHair.jpg" width="331" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into the mean one again in the loo. He said he likes my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="382" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/GunnarNiceHair2.jpg" width="331" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had anybody tell me how much they like my hair before. Maybe he's not so mean afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydieNewHair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I realized that I couldn't kiss anybody in that hair, so I got new hair. I wonder if he'll like this hair too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Entry 2&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydieWOJennPhone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started working out today. I got a new job as Mascot and I'm hoping to work up to the Minor Leagues. I have to be in good shape for that. Something's going on with my friend Jenn. She thinks I'm not paying attention to how much time she's spending on the phone, but I am. The way she giggles when she talks to him make me think she has a secret crush on someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 347px; HEIGHT: 335px" height="356" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydieKissOrionHi.jpg" width="344" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was finishing up, the doorbell rang. It was that hunky Orion. I can't help but kiss him when I see him. He's so gorgeous. I wish Jenn would talk to him, but she couldn't pry herself off the phone to even say a proper hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Entry 3&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/GunnarComesOver.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gunnar surprised me by coming over today. The first thing he said to me was how beautiful I was and how much he loved my hair like this. Aw shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there, it was as if the pictures couldn't get taken fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OGHoldHands.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were holding hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OGHug.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... hugging ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OGKiss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and kissing. And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 352px; HEIGHT: 382px" height="405" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydieMascot.jpg" width="354" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I had to go to work. Darn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/rob-telling-rob.html"&gt;&lt;- ROB: Telling Rob&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/oydie-oydies-man-pt-2.html"&gt;OYDIE: Oydie's Man Pt 2 - &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115650813341696570?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115650813341696570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115650813341696570&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115650813341696570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115650813341696570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/oydie-oydies-man-pt-1.html' title='OYDIE: Oydie&apos;s Man Pt 1'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115628300845551764</id><published>2006-08-22T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T08:09:35.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ROB: Telling Rob</title><content type='html'>Rob came home from work, eager to share his good news with his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/Rob10k.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only had he gotten a promotion, but he got a nice fat bonus that he had put in the bank on the way home. This meant that he now had the $10,000 that he needed to build his ultimate invention - the RobsTakeMeBackInTime Machine (patent pending).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as he walked in the house, he was surprised to find the nanny caring for Ringo, and Opal nowhere to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Excuse me, but where is my wife?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dunno. Said she had some work to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Work? Opal doesn't work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey, don't ask me Mr. Rob. I just work here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while later, Opal was dropped off by some men in a long black car. As Rob watched her get out of the car, he was surprised to see who was getting out with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 406px" height="411" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OpalJesse.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You did a good job today Opal. I think you're going to go far with The Boss. He was really taken by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is good, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is good. Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Opal took Jesse upstairs to introduce him to Ringo, I found a moment to try to tell Rob about the twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RobChess.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst. Hey Rob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh hey. Where'd you come from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind that. There's something you need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RobChess2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;That's great. You play chess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Good. You should move this guy over here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh thanks. Listen Rob, it's about Nina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RobChess4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Holy Space Cadet, keep it down would ya? My wife is upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. *lowering voice* It's about Nina, and the day you delivered her bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Let's not talk about that day. Biggest mistake of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Rob...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RobChess3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Listen, whoever you are, Nina helped me test out my RobsWooHooInator (patent pending) when I had first built it. Then when I delivered her bed, it just happened. I mean, she's really good. She could be a pro at it or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now that you mention it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I felt bad afterwards. I mean, I brought Opal all the way over here, then cheated on her. But that's all in my past now. I really don't even want to talk about her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Rob, there's something very important that she never told you. You see she...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 385px; HEIGHT: 320px" height="336" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RobChess5.jpg" width="385" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dahlink? Who you are talkink to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Just thinking out loud Opal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is time for Ringo to up grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Up grow? Oh. Grow up. Ok, be right there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait Rob...this is &lt;em&gt;very important&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RingoBday3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Rob was lost to the excitement of his son's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RingoToddler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just a moment later, little Ringo had grown up into a toddler. Look at how much he looks like &lt;em&gt;Austin Caliente&lt;/em&gt;. *clearing throat, hoping Rob heard me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ringo Powers&lt;br /&gt;Sagittarius, 4/3/9/8/7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opal's Career Update: Bagman&lt;br /&gt;Rob's Career Update: Project Leader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/auk-baby-grows-up.html"&gt;&lt;- AUK: Baby Grows Up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; /&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/oydie-oydies-man-pt-1.html"&gt;OYDIE: Oydie's Man Pt 1 -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115628300845551764?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115628300845551764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115628300845551764&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115628300845551764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115628300845551764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/rob-telling-rob.html' title='ROB: Telling Rob'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115628147349034907</id><published>2006-08-22T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T21:51:57.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AUK: Baby Grows Up</title><content type='html'>Jason lay on the grass in his front yard, looking up at the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JasonHappy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was great. He had a beautiful wife, a growing son, and was advancing quickly in his career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 291px" height="330" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AukMornSickNo2.jpg" width="340" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he had reason to believe that his wife was also expecting their second child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 284px; HEIGHT: 372px" height="393" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/WayneBday.jpg" width="283" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On little Wayne's birthday, Jason dragged himself in the door. It had been an especially grueling day at practice, where the Coach had worked them all harder then ever before. He could barely keep his eyes open. But as he walked in the door and saw the birthday cake sitting on the table, and Audra and Wayne standing in the living room waiting for him, he instantly found the energy to enjoy their small family party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 340px; HEIGHT: 395px" height="399" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/WayneTrans.jpg" width="340" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sang to Wayne, blew the candles out together, then Audra tossed Wayne up in the air for his transformation from infant to toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/WayneToddler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne transformed into a handsome toddler with red hair and blue eyes. And wow is he a spitting image of Jason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AukProudMama.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I'll bet some of you thought that Wayne was Daniel's baby, didn't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne Phelps&lt;br /&gt;Pisces, 2/3/10/3/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audra Career Update: Party DJ&lt;br /&gt;Jason Career Update: Minor Leaguer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/suzie-update-five.html"&gt;&lt;- SUZIE: Update 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/rob-telling-rob.html"&gt;ROB: Telling Rob -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115628147349034907?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115628147349034907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115628147349034907&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115628147349034907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115628147349034907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/auk-baby-grows-up.html' title='AUK: Baby Grows Up'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115616675295041176</id><published>2006-08-21T08:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T16:19:07.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SUZIE: Update Five</title><content type='html'>For our last birthday event of the day, let's go to the Haggerty house to watch twins Regan and Ryan celebrate their birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="407" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ReganBday.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nolan's holding Regan, and can't get Suzie out of his mind for 2 minutes while he sings Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 409px" height="409" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RyanBday2.jpg" width="269" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzie's got Ryan and ... oh boy she's got the same problem. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist adding this picture too. Look at what they were each thinking of just before Nolan helped Regan blow her candles out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SNReganBdayKiss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they are beyond hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the twins after their transformation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 215px; HEIGHT: 326px" height="326" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ReganToddler.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regan Haggerty&lt;br /&gt;Taurus, 5/7/4/7/6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RyanToddler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Haggerty&lt;br /&gt;Taurus, 10/10/3/9/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, when the twins went down for a nap, Suzie and Nolan finished celebrating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 363px; HEIGHT: 332px" height="397" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzieNolanCelebrate.jpg" width="405" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Yes that is an automatic bed. I didn't have the heart to take it away from them. However, the "try for baby" and "risky woohoo" options are turned off.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzie Career Update: Vice Squad&lt;br /&gt;Nolan Career Update: Vice Squad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/maja-double-fun.html"&gt;&lt;- MAJA: Double the Fun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/auk-baby-grows-up.html"&gt;AUK: Baby Grows Up -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115616675295041176?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115616675295041176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115616675295041176&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115616675295041176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115616675295041176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/suzie-update-five.html' title='SUZIE: Update Five'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115616534265180541</id><published>2006-08-21T07:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T09:06:26.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MAJA: Double the Fun</title><content type='html'>I have to admit, I like peeking in on Maja and Aron. They're such a cute couple - always holding hands and kissing...it's very cute to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, things were a little different for the lovebirds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 271px" height="361" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AronLukesDiaper.jpg" width="269" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 189px; HEIGHT: 271px" height="361" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MajaGabsDiaper.jpg" width="284" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the constant diaper changings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 181px; HEIGHT: 224px" height="365" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AronStudyCleaning.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 196px; HEIGHT: 224px" height="324" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MajaPracSpeech.jpg" width="283" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the constant studying to further their careers, they had little time for each other anymore. &lt;em&gt;(That's Brandi Broke playing the keyboard in the background)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually they had little time for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 396px; HEIGHT: 316px" height="362" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AronEmptyFridge.jpg" width="413" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sugar Lips, where's all the food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 199px; HEIGHT: 271px" height="370" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/LukesBday.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 189px; HEIGHT: 271px" height="271" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/GabsBday.jpg" width="162" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before they knew it, it was time to say goodbye to their little babies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and hello to their toddlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 232px; HEIGHT: 279px" height="349" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/LukeToddler.jpg" width="286" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke Parsons&lt;br /&gt;Libra, 1/10/4/10/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 232px; HEIGHT: 336px" height="278" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/GabToddler.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella Parsons&lt;br /&gt;Virgo, 10/2/9/3/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But will having toddlers in the house make things easier or more hectic for this couple? Will they ever get back to constantly swooning over each other? Only time will tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/suzi-update-five.html"&gt;&lt;- SUZI: Update 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/suzie-update-five.html"&gt;SUZIE: Update 5 -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115616534265180541?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115616534265180541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115616534265180541&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115616534265180541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115616534265180541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/maja-double-fun.html' title='MAJA: Double the Fun'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115616170560928521</id><published>2006-08-21T06:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T08:53:16.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SUZI: Update Five</title><content type='html'>Guy was an easy baby for Suzi and Jesse. He rarely ever cried, and always seemed to be happy and cooing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jesse loved showing his son off to anyone that walked into their house (and sometimes if they were just passing by).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 373px; HEIGHT: 290px" height="369" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JesseShowsOffGuy.jpg" width="412" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey Tuck, this is my little guy, Guy. Say hello to your Uncle Tuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who's Uncle Tuck's little buddy? Yes you are! Geez Jess, he looks just like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Jesse straightens up*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yes he does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But showing his son off wasn't the only thing Jesse had his hands full with. It was hard juggling a life of crime with the life of a family man and he often found himself following Suzi's Honey Do list at odd hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is now fixing the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="312" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JesseFixDishwasher.jpg" width="396" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AH! Jesse what are you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Fixing the stupid dishwasher. And don't even start with the "you're gonna get zapped" crap, cause I'm maxed out on mechanical skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah but...but...your energy and comfort and hunger are all almost bottomed out. Maybe you could do that in the morning or ... call a repairman to do it for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Would you quit yappin'? I'm trying to concentrate here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*covering eyes*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh I can't look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JesseFixDishwasher2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey. You can look now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*peeking out from between fingers*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh thank goodness. You didn't zap yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I told you I could do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yowza Jesse. You even manage to make that stupid criminal uniform look hot.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;*swoon*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Easy there, I'm happily married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So am I, but I'm not dead&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;*winks at Jesse*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I uh...think I hear Guy callin' me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/GuyTrans.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daddy! Watch me transform!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/GuyToddler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy did indeed transform, into a particularly gorgeous toddler (but with his parents, weren't we expecting this?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/GuyToddler2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a side shot so you can see his little ponytail. Like father, like son (hope that doesn't include career choices too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Suzi had maxed out her first skill:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuziMaxLogic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 6 more to go for her LTW. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy Jagger&lt;br /&gt;Cancer, 8/4/5/4/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzi Career Update: Resident&lt;br /&gt;Jesse Career Update: Cat Burglar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/rob-toddler-twins.html"&gt;&lt;- ROB: Toddler Twins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/maja-double-fun.html"&gt;MAJA: Double the Fun -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115616170560928521?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115616170560928521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115616170560928521&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115616170560928521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115616170560928521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/suzi-update-five.html' title='SUZI: Update Five'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115616144719491856</id><published>2006-08-21T06:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T09:02:21.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ROB: Toddler Twins</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*Author walks into the Caliente household*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey Nina! I'm here for the twins birthday. Are they ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AustinOnFloor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whoa. Nina, why is Austin on the floor? And why are you in your underwear? Nina! Are you listening to me? Come pick this baby up off the floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh fine. You don't have to get all pissy at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Nina mumbles*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't see what the problem is. He's perfectly safe down there. He can't roll off anything. He's not eating anything off the floor. All he does is &lt;em&gt;lay&lt;/em&gt; there anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AustinCake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally. Party time!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;*Author looks around*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But...where is Rob? I would think he'd want to be here to see his twins grow up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*silence*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nina. Where is Rob?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Nina sings*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;You look like a monkey, and you smell like one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AustinTrans.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok Austin, time to grow up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Weeeeeeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AustinToddler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Awww hello Austin. You're a cutie. There's no denying whose son you are, is there? Speaking of Rob, for the last time Nina, where is he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Nina shrugs shoulders*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How would I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You did tell him about the party, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It might have slipped my mind&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But...he knows today's their birthday right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not necessarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nina please tell me that he even knows he &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; the twins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lay off. I've been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just then, as I'm getting ready to really lay into Nina, a man's voice distracts me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ok I've got Rory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 394px; HEIGHT: 301px" height="299" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RoryCake.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Nina and Daniel sing Happy Birthday*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wait a minute. Daniel Pleasant? You two are...I mean, and he's acting so...this is very disturbing. Nina you need to tell Rob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 342px; HEIGHT: 390px" height="405" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RoryTrans.jpg" width="342" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ok Angel, make Daddy proud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;EGADS! No no no. This is VERY disturbing! Nina, you can't have them growing up to think that Daniel is their father! They should know Rob. He's their father! And...and...he's a nice guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nice? Ha. Nice guys don't get a girl pregnant then never call her back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well in all fairness Nina, he never knew you were pregnant. That's the kind of thing that you would want to tell your lover, don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nah. It was a one day stand anyway. Daniel is a great father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah he's done a wonderful job with Lilith so far&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;*author rolls eyes*. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Plus how much time can he actually spend here anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He'll be here all the time. He moved in. We couldn't resist each other. He said it had something to do with 3 bolts or something like that, but I was never very good at chemistry. All I know is that he's so irresistable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*author smacks forehead*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heaven help us all. Please don't have any more children Nina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RoryToddler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As for you little Rory, you are a little doll, aren't you? When you're a little older, you and I are going to have a little talk about why Mommy and &lt;em&gt;Daniel&lt;/em&gt; are red heads and you're a blonde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin Caliente&lt;br /&gt;Aquarius, 4/5/4/7/9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rory Caliente&lt;br /&gt;Gemini, 4/10/9/2/6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/kate-update-five.html"&gt;&lt;- KATE: Update 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; /&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/suzi-update-five.html"&gt;SUZI: Update 5 -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115616144719491856?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115616144719491856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115616144719491856&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115616144719491856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115616144719491856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/rob-toddler-twins.html' title='ROB: Toddler Twins'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115607658817815311</id><published>2006-08-20T07:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T06:58:11.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>KATE: Update Five</title><content type='html'>Let's take a peek inside the Brown household to see what they've been up to lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 332px" height="346" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TrentMess.jpg" width="348" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What's going on in here? There's water everywhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Trent I'm fixin' it as fast as I can. Grab the mop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 340px" height="367" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TrentMops.jpg" width="354" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Maybe I could take a crack at fixing that Kate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't be silly. I have higher mechanical skills than you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Kate fixed the shower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TrentMassageKate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;That was impressive Kate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah yeah. A little lower. Ahhhhhhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TrentYum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later...hey wait, that's the wrong picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I never truly appreciated how gorgeous Trent is until I caught him walking around the house in his skivvies. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*clearing throat* Back to the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JillianTrans.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's little Jillian's birthday, and she's starting her transformation into a toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JillianTrans2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Jillian! Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JillianToddler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww and what a sweet toddler she is! Poor Kate, her baby is growing up. No more little infant to hold and cuddle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/Kate2ndPreg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! Or maybe not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*author scratches head*&lt;/em&gt; Now how did that happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate career update: Record Store Clerk&lt;br /&gt;Trent career update: All Star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/angelia-winner-is.html"&gt;&lt;- ANGELIA: The Winner Is&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/rob-toddler-twins.html"&gt;ROB: Toddler Twins -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115607658817815311?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115607658817815311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115607658817815311&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115607658817815311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115607658817815311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/kate-update-five.html' title='KATE: Update Five'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115607500564572506</id><published>2006-08-20T06:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T07:23:38.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGELIA: The winner is...</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's only been two days since Angelia's last update, but I can't hold it in anymore. My apologies to anyone that didn't get to vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the poll results:&lt;br /&gt;Armand - 52%&lt;br /&gt;Gunnar - 9%&lt;br /&gt;Orion - 13%&lt;br /&gt;Rick - 4%&lt;br /&gt;Valin - 22%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be clear who you all think Capt Angelia should chose. Let's see if she felt the same way or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 326px" height="365" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngMeetsMBs7.jpg" width="416" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok boys. I've made my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Orion) &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I hope it's me. She's so fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Gunnar) &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah I'd like to pop her top. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First, I want to thank each of you for participating. You all passed the Magic Test with flying colors. Except you Rick. You suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one of you in particular just blew me away. And that man was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 392px; HEIGHT: 326px" height="372" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngMeetsMBs8.jpg" width="423" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You, Armand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gunnar) &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I am &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; liking that guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Valin) &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No worries. The Valin, he will beat him up for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngPicksArmand2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so Armand Di Giorgio packed up his belongings and moved in with the Captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What did I tell you? No woman can resist my sexy bedroom eyes. *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Authors Note: This is another 3 bolt couple, so watch out for these two! (and keep your fingers crossed for NO TWINS in their future)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/angelia-man-beasts-pt-2.html"&gt;&lt;- ANGELIA: The ManBeasts Pt 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/kate-update-five.html"&gt;KATE: Update 5 - &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115607500564572506?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115607500564572506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115607500564572506&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115607500564572506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115607500564572506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/angelia-winner-is.html' title='ANGELIA: The winner is...'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115596066202825622</id><published>2006-08-18T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T06:57:33.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGELIA: Man Beasts Pt 2</title><content type='html'>Captain Angelia had interviewed and tested each of the 5 men. She sent them out to the foyer and instructed them to wait on their seats while she made her decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes of pacing back and forth, weighing the pros and cons of each of the five men, she finally made a choice. She just couldn't ignore the passion that she felt for one of these fine specimens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 407px; HEIGHT: 339px" height="346" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngMeetsMBs7.jpg" width="407" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok boys. I've made my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Orion) &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I hope it's me. She's so fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gunnar) &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah I'd like to pop her top. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And the love of my life is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Author breaks in*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't think you're getting the answer that easily, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the 5 men that Angelia is chosing from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 349px" height="364" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngArmand.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armand Di Giorgio - Romance - LTW: Celebrity Chef - 4/8/5/4/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 333px; HEIGHT: 330px" height="351" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngGunnar.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gunnar Manbeast - Family - LTW: 6 Grandchildren - 4/4/4/7/6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 381px" height="373" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngOrion.jpg" width="330" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orion Manbeast - Romance - LTW: WooHoo w/ 20 Sims - 5/4/6/6/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 327px; HEIGHT: 360px" height="356" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngRick.jpg" width="321" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick Haws - Family - LTW: Capt Hero - 6/4/8/3/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 328px" height="368" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngValin.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valin Palmer - Popularity - LTW: 20 Best Friends - 3/8/3/5/6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is where you vote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/beanssimssite/angeliasmbs.htm"&gt;http://www.freewebs.com/beanssimssite/angeliasmbs.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will your vote match up with who Captain Angelia chose? We'll see *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/angelia-man-beasts.html"&gt;&lt;- ANGELIA: The Man Beasts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/angelia-winner-is.html"&gt;ANGELIA: The Winner Is -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115596066202825622?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115596066202825622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115596066202825622&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115596066202825622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115596066202825622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/angelia-man-beasts-pt-2.html' title='ANGELIA: Man Beasts Pt 2'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115595531175048169</id><published>2006-08-18T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T23:11:57.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGELIA: The Man Beasts</title><content type='html'>*NOTE: This chapter includes 5 new faces: Twins Gunnar and Orion, Valin, Armand and Rick. To learn which Man Beast is which, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/beanssimssite/mbsmbs.htm"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another day in Pleasantview - one not unlike the previous day. Captain Angelia was a tad bit bored. She felt like all she did was work and sleep. She needed a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 278px; HEIGHT: 364px" height="364" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CapAngGrr.jpg" width="289" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blows raspberry* &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey! You! Beans! I'm bored. Where are all these men you promised me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They're uh...well, they're...around. Somewhere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Humpf. I see this calls for a little special Captain Touch. I'm going for a walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wait a minute, you can't just &lt;em&gt;wander,&lt;/em&gt; Captain. You'll get lost! You'll get sucked in! You'll become a &lt;/span&gt;*gasp* &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Townie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well then you'd better point me in the right direction Beanie Baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*author sighs, and points to the right* &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They're that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty minutes later, the Captain finds her way past the Manbeast household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 379px; HEIGHT: 272px" height="339" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngMeetsMBs.jpg" width="449" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hello boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the group stirs*:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey it's a woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow, a real live pixelated woman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I thought we weren't allowed to see women?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were on hold - waiting for one particular woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So - is that her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 386px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="346" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngMeetsMBs3.jpg" width="419" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Captain has anchored ship!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 385px; HEIGHT: 286px" height="360" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngMeetsMBs5.jpg" width="449" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So boys, let me tell you how this is going to work. I'm going to take each of you into the next room and get to know you a little better. After we're done, I'm going to hand pick one of you to be my personal love slave...err...to be the love of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gunnar) &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Do we get to kiss you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think we could work that in Big Boy&lt;/span&gt; *Angelia sprays some Binanca Blast in her mouth* S&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o...who's first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Armand throws his hand up* &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I would be honored to be your first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then. Right this way Handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 385px; HEIGHT: 295px" height="327" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngMeetsMBs6.jpg" width="444" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Orion) So what do we do - just sit here and wait?&lt;br /&gt;(Rick) Yeah, what about us?&lt;br /&gt;(Gunnar) I don't think we have a choice. Our Free Will is shut off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 359px; HEIGHT: 354px" height="383" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngMeetsArmand3.jpg" width="358" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So Armand. Tell me, why should I pick you over the other guys out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh that's easy Captain. I have sexy bedroom eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rawr. Yes you do Armand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Captain leads Armand over to the loveseat for her Magic Test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 345px; HEIGHT: 365px" height="371" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngMeetsArmand6.jpg" width="345" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 344px; HEIGHT: 372px" height="413" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngMeetsArmand7.jpg" width="390" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;No woman can resist my sexy bedroom eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey come back here. The test isn't over yet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pssst Captain. There are four more out there that need to be *ahem* tested. &lt;em&gt;Aylay offay the rettypay oybay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Good point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngNext.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NEXT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 322px; HEIGHT: 355px" height="400" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngMeetsGunnar2.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok Big Boy, tell me why I should pick you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You asked for me. I'm Gordon, remember? I mean I &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; Gordon. New clothes, some muscles, longer hair and &lt;em&gt;poof&lt;/em&gt;. I'm Gunnar, the Man Beast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's true. I did want you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I think we could hit it off Captain. Maybe even get married, have a few kids - maybe a whole houseful of kids. That would be fun wouldn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uhhh I think it's time we moved on to the test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngMeetsGunnar4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slurrrrrrrp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelia stood up, a bit weak at the knees from her first Manbeast kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thank you Gord...Gunnar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NEXT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngMeetsOrion3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;That would be me. Let's skip the "why should i..." part and get on with the kissing. That's all the convincing you'll need anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Captain shrugs her shoulders* &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cool with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngMeetsOrion4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Orion. And I mean that from the bottom of my heart. &lt;em&gt;Thank you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 361px; HEIGHT: 329px" height="392" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngMeetsRick2.jpg" width="406" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hello Ma'am. I guess I'm next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok. Well, tell me why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Excuse me but I have to be honest here. I'm just not that into you. You're not my type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me? I'm everybody's type! I walk into a place and the whole room stops to swoon. You suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NEXT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 337px; HEIGHT: 334px" height="391" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngMeetsValin.jpg" width="357" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Valin Palmer, he is at your service Captain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey, I like that - "at your service". So, why you Valin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Because the Valin, he is famous, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uhh...no? I don't think you are famous Valin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ah but the Valin, he is famous. I was made from famous Ridgeway man. A little tuck here, a little tuck there, a new accent and some fresh clothes and voila - the Valin, he is born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Valin leans in* &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The nose, he was the hardest part to change on the new Valin, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Angelia blinks repeatedly* &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have no clue what you're saying first of all. Secondly, did you know that Valin means "Monkey King?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yes. The Valin, he is the Monkey King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ah. Test time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AngMeetsValin2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Niiiiiiice. Yowza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is where the Captain gets to make her decision. Is it Armand, with the sexy bedroom eyes? Gunnar, remake of Gordon Knight? Orion, heavy on the tattoos and raging hormones? Rick, who knows - maybe she could make him fall for her? Or will she choose Valin the Semi-Famous Italian Monkey King? *scratches head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; find out in the next chapter. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/janell-logan-family.html"&gt;&lt;- JANELL: The Logan Family&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/angelia-man-beasts-pt-2.html"&gt;ANGELIA: Man Beasts Pt 2 -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115595531175048169?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115595531175048169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115595531175048169&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115595531175048169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115595531175048169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/angelia-man-beasts.html' title='ANGELIA: The Man Beasts'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115584544551692421</id><published>2006-08-17T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T23:12:37.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JANELL: The Logan Family</title><content type='html'>*AUTHORS NOTE: Due to a wrist/arm injury, I won't be able to update the LG's or the Ridgeways until I've healed. I had already started this one when I did it, so I'm working through it and finishing this one up, but then I'm taking a much needed break. I'm hoping it will only be for a few days, but I'll get back to posting as soon as I can. You can &lt;a href="http://games.groups.yahoo.com/group/AMsims/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; to sign up for updates, if you're not already. Thank you for your patience. - Beans*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 401px; HEIGHT: 311px" height="360" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/LoganHouse.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Logan House - home of Janell &amp; Marek Logan. You'll remember Janell as the fairy that impregnated DW with her Cotha Dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MarekIntroPic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Marek Logan, husband of Janell the Fairy. Yes ladies...rawwwwwr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 401px; HEIGHT: 358px" height="374" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JanellMarekWH.jpg" width="403" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, Janell and Marek did a little something we like to call WooHoo. Hmm first time? Ok, we'll call them "newlyweds". Yeah. That's it. They're newlyweds. *nods head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what have we learned from the past chapters? What does WooHoo lead to? Yes, that's right. WooHoo, my friends, can only lead to one thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 399px; HEIGHT: 331px" height="374" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JanellPregMornSick.jpg" width="418" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Praying to the Porcelain Strawberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="407" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MarekRubsTummy.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, one benefit to being a Flittering Fairy, such as Janell, is that you can &lt;em&gt;be&lt;/em&gt; pregnant, but never truly &lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt; pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JanellLabor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't long before Janell and her flat tummy were in labor. Marek wasn't sure what to do, because they hadn't studied up on the subject of birthing babies yet (should have read your medical books before those cook books there Marek!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/KingsleyBorn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the little "puff, puff, spin" move that I personally am extremely jealous of, Janell gave birth to their son, Kingsley Logan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(excuse the breast shot...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 377px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="379" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/KingsleyWavesBack.jpg" width="422" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See him waving back to his dad there? He is obviously a highly intelligent child. Either that, or a monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 356px; HEIGHT: 361px" height="401" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MarekPlaysKingsley.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marek is an excellent father, and spends a lot of time playing with Kingsley. Now if he would just get over his fear of diapers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 381px" height="407" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/KingsleyTransformation.jpg" width="381" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough, Kingsley begins his transformation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/KingsleyToddler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and grows up into a handsome toddler. And look, he's got his Daddy's ears. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 369px; HEIGHT: 375px" height="390" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/KingsleyMarekTickle.jpg" width="403" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot of them playing together, just because Kingsley is so darn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we have another toddler that's going to be growing up with the rest of the Legacy Girl toddlers. And another one that's bound to grow up to be a rather handsome young man, looking for a wife. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janell Logan&lt;br /&gt;Asp: Knowledge&lt;br /&gt;LTW: Max Out 7 Skills&lt;br /&gt;Personality: Cancer, 5/4/6/4/6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marek Logan&lt;br /&gt;Asp: Family&lt;br /&gt;LTW: Reach Golden Anniversary&lt;br /&gt;Personality: Aquarius, 3/4/5/6/7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(duh, forgot to write down Kingsleys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/beans-special-update.html"&gt;&lt;- BEANS: Special Update&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/angelia-man-beasts.html"&gt;ANGELIA: The Man Beasts -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115584544551692421?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115584544551692421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115584544551692421&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115584544551692421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115584544551692421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/janell-logan-family.html' title='JANELL: The Logan Family'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115567628345118456</id><published>2006-08-15T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T15:22:03.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BEANS: Special Update</title><content type='html'>Just after dinner, the phone rang at the home of Jag and Suzy Jagger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JagHunterPhone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Voice on other end* &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this The Hunter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jag looked around to see if his wife was anywhere near, and when he saw the coast was clear, he answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yes it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes later, he was walking back downstairs after retrieving some items from the attic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="406" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BeansMadJagHunter.jpg" width="341" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No Jag! No you are not doing this to me again! You &lt;em&gt;promised&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Suzanne, it's not what you think. I'll explain it all when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pushed his way past her and walked to the front porch. But Suzy was determined to stop him this time. She even called him by his given name, which he hadn't used since the day his parents were bitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Joshua Jagger! If you walk out this time I will &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; take you back and you will &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; see your sons again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 402px; HEIGHT: 363px" height="386" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JagTry2Understand.jpg" width="402" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jag stopped in his tracks, and turned to face his angry wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Suzanne, I am not leaving you and the boys. I'm also not going after The Count. I don't have a lot of time, so try to understand. A woman has been kidnapped. I'm the only person that can save her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put his hand on her cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Honey, if this was you, and there were only one man that could save you, it would tear me apart if that man couldn't go because his wife wouldn't allow it. Please Suzanne. Her fiance is scared to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beans didn't know what to say. She was angry that The Hunter had come back into their lives, but she could sympathize with the missing woman and her family. No matter how hard she tried to fight it, the tears started flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Don't cry Suzanne. Nothing's going to happen to me. This isn't even a Class A Vampire. He's young and inexperienced. I can help her, and be back here in a few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jag...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I love you Suzanne. Take care of our sons while I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kissed her tenderly on the lips, then turned and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JagRuns.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All she could do was watch him run to save another woman. A woman they didn't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzy put her head in her hands and cried. &lt;em&gt;Oh please bring him home!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/theresa-update-five.html"&gt;&lt;- THERESA: Update 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/janell-logan-family.html"&gt;JANELL: The Logan Family -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115567628345118456?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115567628345118456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115567628345118456&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115567628345118456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115567628345118456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/beans-special-update.html' title='BEANS: Special Update'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115567481742118163</id><published>2006-08-15T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T18:36:11.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THERESA: Update Five</title><content type='html'>Ned had just gotten home from his best day at work. He had finally gotten the promotion to Party DJ that he'd been wanting for a while. Although that meant that he'd be spending nights away from Theresa and Tori, it meant that he'd be bringing in more money and more importantly - meeting more people. That, in the end, could lead to an even better paying job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as he was getting ready to give Tori a bath, the doorbell rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 303px; HEIGHT: 311px" height="386" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/NedKittyDOJackson2.jpg" width="368" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ned leaned down and grabbed his son's fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey there Jackson. How's my boy today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dadeeeeeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Kitty what's up? Not that I'm complaining, but this isn't my weekend to have Jackson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well it is now. I need a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You need a break?! You don't even have a job Kitty. What exactly do you need a break from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/NedKittyDOJackson6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty put Jackson down on the ground, allowing Ned to see her pregnant stomach for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh holy cow Kitty. Not again. Who's is it this time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well...I don't know exactly. But maybe I'll tell Theresa it's yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;That's not funny Kitty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well I did sleep with a blonde haired man, so maybe I could pass it off as yours. I think that would be a blast Ned. Imagine the look on her face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="393" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/NedKittyDOJackson9.jpg" width="303" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ned had heard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Get out of here Kitty. Just go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fine. Bye Ned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey wait. What time do you want me to drop Jackson off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Keep him. There's no way I can handle two little brats. All he does is whine anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ned looked at Jackson and back up at Kitty again before he realized that she was serious. He leaned down and scooped his son up into his arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/NedGetsJackson3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well well. It looks like you finally get to live with Daddy. What do you think of that Jackson?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson didn't say anything, but instead snuggled his face into Ned's shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/NedGetsJackson4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Now I get to tell Mommy Theresa. Maybe we should think of another name for you to call her too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ned took his son inside, gave him a much needed bath, fed him dinner, read him a story, and put him down for a nap. He was amazed at how much Kitty hadn't taught Jackson to do. He wasn't potty trained. He didn't know any of his ABC's and could barely talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time Theresa got home from work, it was very late. All she wanted to do was check in on Tori, then climb in bed with Ned, who was already fast asleep. She crept into the nursery, leaned into the crib, and kissed Tori on the forehead. Just as she was sneaking back out again, she heard a noise come from the extra crib. The one that should have been empty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, Ned and Theresa sat down and ate breakfast together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 359px; HEIGHT: 341px" height="354" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TherAsksNed.jpg" width="347" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Funny thing happened last night Ned. I went in to check on Tori, and found Jackson sleeping in his crib. How many times are we going to put up with this extra day and weekend stuff from her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well Theresa, I'm glad you brought that up. There won't be any more extra days. She kind of...well she dropped him off here for good yesterday while you were at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="364" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TherAsksNed2.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She what?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dropped him off. For good. To live here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ned, why didn't you talk to me about this first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Because she didn't talk to me about it first. She came over, told me she's pregnant again, can't handle what she called "two brats", and said I can keep Jackson. Then she walked away without even waiting for an answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What is wrong with that woman? How can she treat her own son like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I don't know. I'm just glad he's finally here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="361" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TherAsksNed3.jpg" width="342" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ned stood up, took his wife's hands in his and pulled her up from the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Theresa, there's more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How could there possibly be more Ned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Remember I said she's pregnant again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah, but what does that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresa's heart sank. &lt;em&gt;Oh God please no!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ned must have read her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;No no Theresa, it's not mine! But she might try to &lt;em&gt;tell&lt;/em&gt; you that it is. She said that, of course, she doesn't know who's baby it is, but she thought it would be funny to tell you that it was mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresa took a deep breath. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hate her Ned. I hate her with a passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ned pulled his wife closer to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TherAsksNed5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I doubt we'll see much of her now that she doesn't need a babysitter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shut up and kiss me already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ToriToddler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days after Jackson moved in, little Tori had her birthday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was the same day that Ned called an attorney to make sure that Kitty couldn't come back and reclaim his son.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tori: Gemini, 4/7/10/7/3&lt;br /&gt;Theresa career update: Patrol Officer&lt;br /&gt;Ned career update: Party DJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/dawn-update-five.html"&gt;&lt;- DAWN: Update 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; /&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/beans-special-update.html"&gt;BEANS: Special Update -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115567481742118163?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115567481742118163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115567481742118163&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115567481742118163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115567481742118163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/theresa-update-five.html' title='THERESA: Update Five'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115567091606529432</id><published>2006-08-15T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T15:48:52.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DAWN: Update Five</title><content type='html'>A short, but important update on the Dreamers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DanaDreamerToddler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dana had just turned from an infant to a toddler, when Dawn started feeling that familiar morning sickness again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/Dawn2ndPreg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trip to the doctor confirmed that Dawn and Darren were expecting baby #2. Over the months, the baby grew even bigger than Dana was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/Dawn2ndLabor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before long, labor hit - once again just after Dawn had climbed out of bed (only this time Darren had nothing to do with it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; HEIGHT: 305px" height="315" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DarcyBorn.jpg" width="273" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short time later, little Darcy Dreamer was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DarrenWorriesBaby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Darren stands holding his third child, he starts to worry about his capabilities in supporting his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Maybe I should get a job, but what kind of decent paying job can a 45 yr old man get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Darren sweetie, maybe you could try a little male modeling. Rawr.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/legacy-girls-two-more.html"&gt;&lt;- LG: Two More?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; /&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/theresa-update-five.html"&gt;THERESA: Update 5 -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115567091606529432?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115567091606529432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115567091606529432&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115567091606529432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115567091606529432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/dawn-update-five.html' title='DAWN: Update Five'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115543516703965810</id><published>2006-08-12T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T14:42:33.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LEGACY GIRLS: Two More?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter involves a rather strange looking individual that you may or may not know. If you do in fact recognize her, then please react accordingly. If you are wondering who the heck this person is, I advise you to simply nod your head, and pretend to understand. &lt;strong&gt;Truly&lt;/strong&gt; understanding is dangerous to your health. Thank you*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the last two people that I'm adding to the neighborhood for a while (it's getting rather crammed lol), but I couldn't resist adding them. Let's go meet them, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennIntro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Jenn Smash. Jenn is new in town, and has just found a place to rent with her friend, Oydie Dotto. Jenn, a Family girl at heart, would like nothing more than to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;JENN! GET IN HERE! You're not going to believe what they have in this house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uh Oydie, excuse me but I'm in the middle of the introduction. Can't this wait?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="403" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydieIntro.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;No! There's this...THING...on the wall. What IS THAT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 330px" height="376" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennOydie3.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh come on Oydie, you're afraid of that? It's a picture. Get a grip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But Jenn it's...it's so SCARY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 378px; HEIGHT: 350px" height="390" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennOydie5.jpg" width="417" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No Oydie, that's not scary. That my friend, is pure EVIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Evil?! Should we take it down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nah, leave it up. It's just a picture. It can't hurt us. Watch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 382px; HEIGHT: 301px" height="363" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennOydie8.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;YOOHOO! YOUR ROYAL EVILNESS! OVER HERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Uh Jenn? I think she can hear you. Her expression just changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok you two, that's enough admiring the artwork. I just heard the doorbell. It's probably the Welcoming Committee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="379" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydieTalkDarrenKiss.jpg" width="383" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well hello handsome man. I'm Oydie. I want to get married and have a family, which means I have to fall in love, which means I have to kiss someone. I think I'd like to try kissing you first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh brother. I'm going back inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whoa whoa Oydie. He's off limits.&lt;/em&gt; *Points to Darren's ring finger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh ok. Sorry handsome man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydieTalkElmerKiss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello handsome man #2. I'm Oydie, and I'd like to try kissing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Author smacks forehead* &lt;em&gt;No Oydie, not him either.&lt;/em&gt; *Mouths the words 'He's married!' to Oydie*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydieComeQuick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh fiddlesticks. Well are there &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; single men in this town?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Actually, there are many and some of them are even worth looking at. You should be meeting them soon. Now behave yourself while I go see what Jenn is up to. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 359px; HEIGHT: 309px" height="364" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennHateFridge.jpg" width="393" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the *censored* is &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;? Couldn't you do any better than this? I hate this fridge! UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 381px" height="393" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennHateFridge2.jpg" width="353" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jenn? What are you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 394px; HEIGHT: 264px" height="331" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennSmashFridge.jpg" width="438" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENN SMASH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Author screams and runs from the room in a panic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 325px; HEIGHT: 393px" height="406" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydieComeQuick2.jpg" width="327" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Author out of breath* &lt;em&gt;OYDIE! OYDIE! COME QUICK!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Excuse me, but I'm scoping the neighborhood for cute single men. You're blocking my view. *ahem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No no... *gasping for breath ... it's Jenn. She just ... I mean ... one minute she was fine and the next ... ugh Jenn Smash!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydieComeQuick3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm coming Jenn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 293px" height="354" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydieComeQuick4.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jenn humms while making sandwiches*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 315px; HEIGHT: 359px" height="386" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OydieComeQuick5.jpg" width="341" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You should be ashamed of yourself! Tricking me like that. A nice girl like me! I've never done anything to you. And look at Jenn - she's perfectly fine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But...but...she was...and then she...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You need a time out young lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*20 minutes later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, putting that behind us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="422" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennThinksMarriage.jpg" width="309" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well. Seems this Sim is more like her Real Life counterpart than we were expecting. They both seem to have a case of "Wedding on the Brain".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennOooAndrew.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ooo does that mean Andrew's here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No Jenn, it doesn't. Andrew's not in this one. Eventually you'll be hooked up with another set of pixels and you'll have a little pixel baby together, so your legacy can continue (hence the Legacy part of the whole Legacy Girls thing).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennMad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That makes me mad. JENN SMA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WAIT! Stop. Please don't do that. It scares me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As it should. But I'll spare you if you give me a nicer fridge. And find me someone to pick on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deal. (Whew!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Pleasantview a la Beans, Jenn and Oydie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn Smash&lt;br /&gt;Aspiration: Grilled Cheese&lt;br /&gt;LTW: Eat 200 Grilled Cheese Sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;Personality: 5/5/7/7/1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oydie Dotto&lt;br /&gt;Aspiration: Family&lt;br /&gt;LTW: Marry Off 6 Children (Thanks Oydie LOL)&lt;br /&gt;Personality: 9/0/7/0/9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/beans-update-five.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;- BEANS: Update 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; /&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/dawn-update-five.html"&gt;DAWN: Update 5 -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115543516703965810?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115543516703965810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115543516703965810&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115543516703965810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115543516703965810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/legacy-girls-two-more.html' title='LEGACY GIRLS: Two More?'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115533917642287780</id><published>2006-08-11T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T21:14:07.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BEANS: Update Five</title><content type='html'>Beans and Jag hadn't gotten to spend the entire day together for a while, due to the high demands of their jobs and with raising the twins. But today was their day. They turned the ringer off on the phone, put the boys down for their nap, and decided to settle in on the couch to watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just a minute Jag. I forgot to grab the mail. It's the only thing I'm going to do, then I'll be right back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She winked at her husband, and made her way out to the mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 362px; HEIGHT: 398px" height="398" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BeansMailCCTuck.jpg" width="349" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hadn't noticed the couple walking down the street towards her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="362" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BeansCCTuck3.jpg" width="382" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Excuse me, but I'm looking for a man named Jag. Is this his house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beans looked the man over, thinking he looked oddly familiar. She just couldn't quite place him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You have the right house. And you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is he home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beans was sure of only two things: this guy was being evasive, and she wasn't giving up her day with Jag just because some guy decided to drop by unannounced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm sorry, but he's not here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well if Jag isn't home, then who is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 383px; HEIGHT: 376px" height="410" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BeansCCTuck4.jpg" width="399" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jag was on his way out to find his wife, who he thought might have gotten pulled in to the mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Suzanne, what's taking you so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JagTuck.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tucker walked over to Jag, and put his hand on his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey Jag. Long time, no see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="408" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JagTuck2.jpg" width="295" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tucker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jag looked his twin brother over, then gave him a big hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tucker, wha ... where have you been?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh you know, I've been around. How ya been?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm great. Just great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stood for a moment in silence, both unsure of what to say next, before Jag finally invited his brother inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 391px; HEIGHT: 311px" height="311" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BeansCCChatSofa.jpg" width="395" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they got inside, Jag and Tucker went off into the bedroom to see the boys, while Beans sat with Tucker's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So. I'm Suzy, but I go by Beans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Suzy Beans? Did you used to live in the next town over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah. That's where I went to High School. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I think we went to school together. CeeCee Mee - well I'm CeeCee Jagger now. We had Mrs Canning's English class together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beans drew a blank when she thought of CeeCee, but she remembered Mrs Canning really well because she used to fall asleep in mid-sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My hair was longer, which I always wore in a bun. Oh, and I wore thick framed red glasses - kind of Lynda Carter/Wonder Woman style. Remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yeah! You sat behind me, didn't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yup. That's me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wow. And here you are, married to Jag's brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Which makes us sisters-in-law. Small world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="324" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BeansCCChatSofa2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, when are you due?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Any day now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you know what you're having?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;No, we want it to be a surprise. We're having the hardest time picking out names though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why's that? You can't find one you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;No, it's just hard to think of that perfect one, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You need a baby name book. You can use mine if you want. It's on the bookshelf over there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh neat! Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CeeCee got up to look through the book. Meanwhile, in the bedroom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="392" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TuckHoldsChase.jpg" width="341" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey there little fella. Which one is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's Chase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Wow. He looks just like you Jag. Poor kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah, he's a real chip off the old block.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 373px" height="387" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TuckTwinsNames.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And that ones named Chad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You pick these names?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tucker paused for a minute while he decided whether or not he should continue to ask questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey, are you still hunting Vampires Jag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No, I quit. I have a family to think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;That's interesting. Your wife know what these boys names mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No, and I'd like to keep it that way Tuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey, your secret's safe with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/legacy-girls-new-girl.html"&gt;&lt;- LG: The New Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/legacy-girls-two-more.html"&gt;LG: Two More? -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115533917642287780?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115533917642287780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115533917642287780&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115533917642287780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115533917642287780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/beans-update-five.html' title='BEANS: Update Five'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115533382285488472</id><published>2006-08-11T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T21:04:13.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LEGACY GIRLS: The New Girl</title><content type='html'>There's a new girl in town - one that will surely leave her mark on Pleasantview. Let's go check in on her and make sure she's getting settled in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey, there she is! Captain Angelia Capeetahn, meet your new audience. Everyone, this is Captain Angelia (pronounced Angela).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(whispering) &lt;em&gt;We're not really sure what she's a Captain of.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 295px; HEIGHT: 383px" height="428" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CapAngWhereMI.jpg" width="323" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Where am I? Am I dreaming? Everything looks kind of ... graphically designed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You're in Pleasantview Captain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wait a minute. I'm in &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; Pleasantview?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yes. My Pleasantview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 271px; HEIGHT: 398px" height="421" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CapAngCheers2.jpg" width="289" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Woooooooooo! Yeah baby! I'm in Beans blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Glad you're so happy Captain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you realize what this means Beans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Uhh...I get to put you in awkward situations, then laugh about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well duh. Yeah! But even better than that. It means I get...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CapAngDancing4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...my own personal Made By Beans MAN BEAST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Captain Angelia starts dancing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yeah! I get all the Man Beasts I want! Woohoo! Literally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Whoooooa slow down Captain. First we have to get you moved in. Then we can find - or build - you a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Awesome! And while we're on the subject, what did you do to me? I look...different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh. I just gave you a new hairdo and a custom skin tone. I did it to all the Legacy Girls/Guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CapAngDancing3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Woooohoooo! I have nipples! Wooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Wow, the little things in life make you really happy, don't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah yeah. Now back to my Man Beast. Can I place an order, or do I just get what you give me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I guess you can make a request, but in the end it all goes by how many bolts you have for each other - altho in this neighborhood that doesn't seem to be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hot dog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 369px" height="374" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CapAngCallsMen2.jpg" width="253" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh Yoo Hoo! Gooooooordon! Jesseeeeeeee! Your Captain awaits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Wait a cotton pickin' minute here Captain. You can't have Gordon or Jesse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But ... why not? They're the ones I want. I want them. I want them! I WANT THEM!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well, for starters Gordon's not in this blog. That's the next one over. And Jesse is already married. I'm afraid you'd have to fight Suzi for him and she's got some vicious claws on her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Darmn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Darmn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes. Am I speaking Greek or something? I said DARMN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ah. Ok. Let's move on, shall we? The first thing you have to do is find a job. It says here your LTW is to ... oh boy ... become a Hall of Famer. Good career choice for someone looking for a Man Beast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;You're welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I'm in shape for that too. Watch this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 348px; HEIGHT: 187px" height="216" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CapAng1ArmPushUp.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Wow. Jack Palance would be impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Nevermind. C'mon Captain, we've got to get you on track. Let's go look for a job. I got you a nice new computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 390px" height="396" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CapAngPuter.jpg" width="352" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cool a new comp...hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What's the matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What is this? Dial up? Where's the DSL?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh. You couldn't afford it. Just sign on and look for a job. Then we're selling the computer back since you only have $20 left and we need the money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, ok. But when I have enough money to buy another computer, you'd better get me DSL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Deal. While you're looking, I'm going to see if the welcoming committee is on their way or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A moment later...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CapAngPuter2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I don't see them yet. Hey, are you looking for a job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yeah. Working hard! Go Mr Pac Man...go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Humpf. That's it. I'm picking for you. Since there are no athletic jobs available today, you're a....Golf Caddy. See you at 4am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah yeah. Now can I play?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Now you can play. Welcome to Pleasantview Captain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Angelia Capeetahn&lt;br /&gt;Asp: Romance&lt;br /&gt;LTW: Be a Hall of Famer&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac: Taurus&lt;br /&gt;Pers: 5/5/3/8/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/downtown-electronics-supercenter.html"&gt;&lt;- DOWNTOWN: Elec Supercenter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/beans-update-five.html"&gt;BEANS: Update 5 -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115533382285488472?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115533382285488472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115533382285488472&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115533382285488472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115533382285488472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/legacy-girls-new-girl.html' title='LEGACY GIRLS: The New Girl'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115522535814797399</id><published>2006-08-10T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T17:05:14.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DOWNTOWN: Electronics Supercenter</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*AUTHORS NOTE: As the families grow (and grow and grow), so will the downtown/Bluewater area. So I'm starting a new storyline called, suitably, Downtown. This will highlight anything that happens while store owners are at their place of business. So far the only store owner is Malcolm Landgraab IV, unless you count Jamie's occassional Starving Artists Yard Sale. Enjoy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="383" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MalcomsStore.jpg" width="363" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Malcolm was ringing up one customer, Elmer walked over to complain about...Suzie Haggerty? I didn't catch what she did to upset him so much, but...wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 304px; HEIGHT: 388px" height="395" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MalcomsStore2.jpg" width="303" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and here we have Elmer telling the salesgirl, Tori, a thing or two. Did we wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning Elmer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="429" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MalcomsStore3.jpg" width="284" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey Wonderboy. Did you have your first WonderWoohoo with that hot wife of yours yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey Landgraab. Guess what! You're a jerk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 285px; HEIGHT: 382px" height="393" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MalcomsStore4.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;HAHAHA! That means no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You'd better zip it Landdrop...or else!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 352px" height="374" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MalcomsStore5.jpg" width="331" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Or else what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Or else I'll zip it for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yeah? You and what army?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You forget who I work for Landgraab. One bite and you're history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Bring it on Wonderboy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl finally realized he had been there long enough and hadn't bought a thing. So he left to go home and take a shower. Malcolm got bored pretty quickly without Carl around to pick on, so he went off to find someone new to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 319px; HEIGHT: 392px" height="402" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MalcomsStore6.jpg" width="317" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uh. Excuse me. Mary Sue? Malcolm? You're both married and I don't like that Seductive Dancing face that Mary Sue has on. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Malcolm?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mary Sue? Step away from The Malcolm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/updating-part-3.html"&gt;&lt;- UPDATING: Part Three&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/legacy-girls-new-girl.html"&gt;LEGACY GIRLS: The New Girl -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115522535814797399?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115522535814797399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115522535814797399&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115522535814797399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115522535814797399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/downtown-electronics-supercenter.html' title='DOWNTOWN: Electronics Supercenter'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115522294581147431</id><published>2006-08-10T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T13:41:30.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATING: Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*AUTHORS NOTE: The link to Mortimers story will open a new browser window. You'll want to bookmark that site because it is an awesome story!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;MARCIE:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I met a man named Moritmer Goth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 362px; HEIGHT: 376px" height="391" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MarcieMeetsMort.jpg" width="362" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He seemed nice enough, but he has a sad look about him. I wonder what &lt;a href="http://www.barbienut75.com/turnbacktime.htm" target="_blank"&gt;his story&lt;/a&gt; is? He didn't stick around very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BeansMeetsMax.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Later that day, my friend Beans came over to meet little Max. She said something about him looking a lot like his father, but I'm not sure if it was a compliment or not. I happen to think that The Malcolm is very handsome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BeansMarcieBFs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She's a good friend. As a matter of fact, she's my best friend. Between work and little Max, I don't get to get out very often, so it's nice to have someone to hang out with here at the mansion. I don't know how she manages to find the time to get away from her twins, but then maybe it's because her husband is around more often. The Malcolm seems to always be working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BeansMalcHotTub.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She stayed pretty late that day. When I left for work she was sitting in the hot tub with The Malcolm and one of his business associates. I heard The Malcolm mention something about some stolen bars of gold. Gosh I hope Beans isn't a criminal! That would be horrible if my best friend was a crook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*~*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my little Max's birthday. Beans was right. He looks a lot like his Daddy. Here's his birthday picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="356" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MaxToddler.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just wish The Malcolm could have been here but like always, he's working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/updating-part-two.html"&gt;&lt;- UPDATING: Part Two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/downtown-electronics-supercenter.html"&gt;DOWNTOWN: Elec Supercenter -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115522294581147431?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115522294581147431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115522294581147431&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115522294581147431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115522294581147431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/updating-part-3.html' title='UPDATING: Part 3'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115521817201728463</id><published>2006-08-10T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T10:22:59.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATING: Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;HEL:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hel and Jerry had gotten to be best friends with Jesse and Suzi Jagger. They had them over for dinner one night, along with their new friend Marcie Landgraab. Suddenly, the conversation turned to Jesse's career choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CrimeTalk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yeah I drive the getaway car for my boys now. Are you saying you're interested Jerry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Very interested. Think you could hook me up Jesse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm sure I could Jer, but are you sure you want to get into this lifestyle? It's not one you can quit if you change your mind later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah man. I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; HEIGHT: 317px" height="377" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CrimeTalk3.jpg" width="423" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You have to think about your family too there Jerry. It's all different when you're married. What about Hel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're married Jesse. And Malcolm's married to Marcie here. That hasn't stopped either of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What are you talking about? Malcolm's not a criminal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well yeah Jer, but Malcolm and I were in this before we got married. Our wives knew what they were getting in to. Hel married a Male Nurse, not a bank robber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uh, I repeat. Malcolm's not a criminal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; HEIGHT: 317px" height="363" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CrimeTalk5.jpg" width="437" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And don't even bring up Hayley, cause you guys each have a kid too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey. Don't be talking about my man, Guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm not. I'm just saying that I know I can do this. C'mon man. Hook me up, wouldja?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CrimeTalk6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ok Jerry. I'll hook you up with something. But there are rules. First, you start off with the grunt work. Secondly, you do everything the Boss tells you to do, even if you don't want to. Got it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got it Jesse. Thanks man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 343px; HEIGHT: 358px" height="389" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CrimeTalkNoHug.jpg" width="361" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry stood up to give Jesse a hug, but Jesse backed away from Jerry with a look of terror on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey man, it might be cool for the Male Nurses to be hugging all over each other, but you're in the crime business now Jer. You don't hug other guys man. Not cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh. Sorry. I was just trying to thank you for helping me Jesse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tough guys don't hug Jer. They punch each other in the arm or grunt or something instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Really? I'll try to remember that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 346px; HEIGHT: 338px" height="354" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/Hayley1stWord.jpg" width="346" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, after everyone had left, Jerry sat down with Hayley and successfully taught her to say "Highchair" (kind of a tricky first word too!) . Tomorrow, he would be starting his new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;JAMIE:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy and Jamie quickly became best friends, often dropping by each other's houses for some play time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 392px; HEIGHT: 324px" height="334" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/IvyJamiePillowFight.jpg" width="397" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo right in the kisser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 404px; HEIGHT: 354px" height="367" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/IvyJamiePillowFight2.jpg" width="404" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh. Ivy you'd better run. She looks determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/KeithJenna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no purpose in this picture except that it's one of the cutest Father/Baby Daughter shots I've ever seen. Everyone say "Awwwwwwwwwww" then sigh heavily at the sight of Keith's big, strong arm muscle *rawr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 331px; HEIGHT: 313px" height="331" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/KeithJamieTryNo2d.jpg" width="329" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey Keith, guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What Jamie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The author changed the script. Family sims are allowed to have more than one baby now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Keith shivers* &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh are they now? I like the sound of that Jamie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excuse me, but correction guys. It's if the MOTHER has a LTW to have more children. This doesn't apply to you two since Jamie's LTW is to celebrate her golden anniversary. Sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/KeithJamieTryNo2b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore her Keith. She let Kimberly and Dean have another one and he's the one with the LTW, not Kimberly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes I did. That was a mistake on my part. I mixed them up. But I'm clear on you two. No second...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="402" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/KeithJamieTryNo2e.jpg" width="403" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...baby for...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 409px; HEIGHT: 349px" height="362" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/KeithJamieTryNo2f.jpg" width="418" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok fine so you woohoo'd. At least I don't hear any...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chimes go off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh great. Now look what you two have done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/KeithJamieTryNo2g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that ignoring me really wore them out. And it's only 3 in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennaToddler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They woke up just in time to help Jenna make the transition from infant to toddler. Looks like somebody inherited her mother's beautiful eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/updating-part-one.html"&gt;&lt;- UPDATING: Part One&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/updating-part-3.html"&gt;UPDATING: Part Three -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115521817201728463?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115521817201728463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115521817201728463&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115521817201728463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115521817201728463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/updating-part-two.html' title='UPDATING: Part Two'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115509502488244404</id><published>2006-08-08T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T09:29:21.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATING: Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*AUTHOR'S NOTE: There are a lot of updates to do, so instead of writing mini-stories, I'm going to update you all in different ways. Some will be through the sims Journals, some will be just straight updates. Enjoy.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;KIMBERLY:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we welcome a new family to Pleasantview. Kimberly &amp; Dean Emmis, and their young daughter, Lucia (pronounced "Lou-CHEE-ah").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 376px; HEIGHT: 399px" height="405" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/EmmisFamily.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly and Dean are expecting the birth of their second child any day now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stats:&lt;br /&gt;Dean, Aquarius, 5/6/4/5/5, LTW: Grad 3 Kids from College, Career: Rookie&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly, Libra, 2/6/5/5/7, LTW: Have 6 Grandkids, Career: Fast Food Shift Manager&lt;br /&gt;Lucia, Gemini, 3/6/6/5/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Dean and Kimberly are yet another 3 bolt couple. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some cute photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/Lucia1stWord.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucia's First Word (Bottle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/LuciaPotty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucia just after being potty trained. Isn't she CUTE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;IVY:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy's been pretty busy lately. She's worked her way up to Party DJ, while still finding time to play as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 407px; HEIGHT: 380px" height="380" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/IvyBuysPainting.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we see her perusing Jamie Matthew's yard sale. Ivy ended up buying a Jamie Original entitled "White Giraffe Eats From a Tree". It's now hanging in Tristan's bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/IvysNanny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she got home, she found the nanny playing in the sprinkler. So she did what any good mother would do. She joined her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; HEIGHT: 291px" height="291" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ElmerWorksOut.jpg" width="384" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, when Ivy went to work, Elmer decided to keep the nanny around so he could get some a little exercise in. He's packed on a few pounds, and although his wife doesn't mind it, he's determined to get into better shape again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 410px; HEIGHT: 347px" height="369" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/NannyThinksElmer.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit disturbing that the nanny is thinking of Elmer as he's laying on the floor, grunting and sweating. Bad Nanny. Bad bad Nanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ElmerPic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Elmer headed off to work as a Project Leader. A few extra pounds or not, you're looking good Elmer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 404px; HEIGHT: 295px" height="312" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/IvyFixesTub2.jpg" width="405" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Ivy decided to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey wait a minute. Ivy? What are you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Fixin' the tub.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But...you're a Pleasure sim. Is this...pleasurable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;No. Quite bluntly, this STINKS! But I want to take a bubble bath, and I can't do that until the tub is fixed. And well, nobody directed me to call a repairman, so I'm just going to do it myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh. Yeah. That was my job. I must have been uhhh...distracted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You were watching Elmer work out, if I'm remembering right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me? Oh I was, wasn't I. I was...watching his form. Yeah, that's it. Just making sure he wasn't hurting himself.&lt;/span&gt;*points to self*&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Ex-bodybuilder, remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Whatever Beans. Paybacks. I know where Jag lives.&lt;/span&gt; *whistling a happy tune*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh go soak in your tub.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think now's a good time to move on to the next update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/baby-news-rob-suzi.html"&gt;&lt;- BABY NEWS: Rob &amp;amp; Suzy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/updating-part-two.html"&gt;UPDATING: Part Two -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115509502488244404?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115509502488244404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115509502488244404&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115509502488244404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115509502488244404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/updating-part-one.html' title='UPDATING: Part One'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115504201439275938</id><published>2006-08-08T07:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T23:25:20.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY NEWS: Rob &amp; Suzi</title><content type='html'>Opal was trying hard to please Rob, but she often found herself talking to a man lost in his scientific thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 336px; HEIGHT: 411px" height="416" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OpalMadeSandwiches.jpg" width="335" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I make sandwiches. You like, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Uh huh. Just gotta do this one thing first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RobNoodleSoother.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Rob had to do was try out his newly designed RobsImAHappyGuyHat (patent pending).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 384px; HEIGHT: 362px" height="399" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RobNoodleSoother2.jpg" width="411" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dahlink! You have big bug on head!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Wha? No no Opal, this is my RobsImAHappyGuyHat (patent pending).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dis is hat? It no look like hats in my country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's a special hat Opal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cue music*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It makes me feel like dancing. I feel good (ow!). Why, it even makes me feel kinda... footloose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RobDances.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the music in Rob's head plays on, Opal watches as her husband starts to twitch and jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rob? This is seizure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;No Opal. I'm dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Rob starts singing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You spin me right round baby, right round&lt;br /&gt;Like a record baby, right round round round... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Come on Opal, come dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="423" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RobOpalDance2.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RobOpalDance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they danced the night away, Rob was seeing a part of his internet bride that he hadn't seen before - her fun side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 384px; HEIGHT: 377px" height="400" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OpalLabor.jpg" width="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, as Rob was cleaning up the breakfast dishes (it's the one time Rob cleaned anything up actually), Opal grabbed her stomach and started swaying back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey, new dance move Opal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No! Dis is labor Dahlink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RingoBorn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A magical spin later, and Rob and Opal were welcoming their son Ringo into the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 409px; HEIGHT: 392px" height="418" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RobHoldsRingo.jpg" width="434" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here. You hold de son. I need rest. Rest and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Who writes this stuff? Rest and water?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*~* SCROLL DOWN FOR SUZI'S UPDATE *~*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were going well for Suzi and Jesse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JesseSuziMOKitchen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Very&lt;/em&gt; well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="421" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuziHappy2CMe.jpg" width="367" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well well. Is that a rocket in your pocket, or are you happy to see me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Both.&lt;/span&gt; *Jesse wiggles eyebrows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Down cowboy. Let's have some breakfast first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JesseSuziTalkBaby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over breakfast, the conversation turns to idle gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey Suzi, know who else is pregnant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Nina Caliente, of all people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Correction Jesse, she was pregnant. She had twins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Really? Where did you hear this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 343px; HEIGHT: 409px" height="427" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/NinaSuziArgue.jpg" width="365" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had the displeasure of running into her when I was out for my walk yesterday. She started yelling at me that someone had gotten her pregnant, and she thinks she knows who it was. I told her it wasn't my fault and to back off Sistah, but she said that because Rob's my friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="423" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JesseSuziTalkRob.jpg" width="362" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Whoa, Rob got her pregnant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Poor guy. I wouldn't want to be in his shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Suzi jumps up from the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuziLabor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh, this is it Jesse. The baby's coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 390px; HEIGHT: 334px" height="384" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JesseSuziLabor2.jpg" width="454" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Whoa! Labor? Baby? Wait, I saw this in a movie once. Boil some water! Grab some sheets! But I don't know nuttin' bout birthin' no babies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/GuyBorn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well Suzi? What is it? Boy or girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's a boy! We have a son! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 345px; HEIGHT: 364px" height="378" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JesseIFeelGood.jpg" width="338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;WHOOOO! It's a boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JesseDancesItsABoy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The little guy is my son!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmm, I like that for a name. Do you like Guy for his name Jesse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 342px; HEIGHT: 454px" height="446" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JesseDancesItsABoy2.jpg" width="341" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I have a son named Guy. Guy is a manly name. I'm the man. Guy's the man. Oh yeah baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/town-news-maja.html"&gt;&lt;- TOWN NEWS: Maja&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/updating-part-one.html"&gt;UPDATING: Part One -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115504201439275938?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115504201439275938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115504201439275938&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115504201439275938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115504201439275938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/baby-news-rob-suzi.html' title='BABY NEWS: Rob &amp; Suzi'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115471170442978428</id><published>2006-08-04T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T08:26:43.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TOWN NEWS: Maja</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="328" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AronMajaSleeping.jpg" width="396" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out a day like any other day for these two lovebirds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MajaCongratsDreamboat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maja made sure to congratulate Aron several times on being a major Hottie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AronRubsMajaTummy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aron spent some time rubbing Maja's belly and talking to their baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MajaRubsAronTummy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Maja did the same, but added a little twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why Dreamboat, I think you're carrying twins. Or TRIPLETS! Yes, triplets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You really think I have more than one baby in there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MajaRubsAronTummy2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No, I just like to see Beans sweat a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 401px; HEIGHT: 359px" height="371" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AronMajaDancing2.jpg" width="407" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that they were both ready to pop didn't stop these two from enjoying each other though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ooo I love it when you bend over backwards like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Only for you Aron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Disclaimer: No bellies were injured during the shooting of this scene - although they did bump into each other a few times.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 391px; HEIGHT: 369px" height="380" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AronMajaRemotes.jpg" width="390" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how cute (aka sickening) is this. They even turn the jukebox off at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AronFaceStuck.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aron, wipe that silly smirk off your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I can't. My face is stuck. And it's not silly. This is my Seductive Dancing face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 395px; HEIGHT: 315px" height="322" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AronFaceStuck2.jpg" width="399" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yes, my face is still stuck, even after a trip to err...read the paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And no "Elvis on the toilet" jokes please. This is a serious situation. I can't wipe my Seductive Dancing smirk off my face. What if I'm stuck like this permanently? Who knows how many ladies I'll accidentally seduce? This look is too powerful to just be carelessly tossing it around right and left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Guess I'll try eating something. Maybe that'll help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AronSleepingFood.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, I guess that should get his face unstuck. Aron wake up. You're sleeping. Wake up and go to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Aron pulls himself up and heads upstairs for a nap. After a refreshing power nap, he gets up to use the bathroom. But a few steps shy of the bathroom, he stops suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="430" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AronLabor.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maja! Maja come quickly! I think the alien is comin' out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MajaLabor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry LoveStud, but I'm a little busy down here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 369px; HEIGHT: 381px" height="385" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/LukeBorn.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So upstairs, while little Luke was being born...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/GabriellaBorn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...downstairs little Umelmahaye was also coming into the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. Did I say Umelmahaye? I meant Gabriella. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(2 worthless points for anyone that can tell me what movie the name "Umelmahaye" is from. I changed the spelling a bit so you can't cheat and look it up online lol)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/town-news-birgitte-carl.html"&gt;&lt;- TOWN NEWS: Birgitte &amp; Carl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; /&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/baby-news-rob-suzi.html"&gt;BABY NEWS: Rob &amp;amp; Suzi -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115471170442978428?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115471170442978428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115471170442978428&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115471170442978428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115471170442978428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/town-news-maja.html' title='TOWN NEWS: Maja'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115470403757783156</id><published>2006-08-04T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T02:55:28.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TOWN NEWS: Birgitte &amp; Carl</title><content type='html'>The phone rings in the Johnson household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 272px; HEIGHT: 412px" height="421" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TrentCallsSuzie.jpg" width="269" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Hey Suzie.&lt;br /&gt;Well how in the world did your table break? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Huh. I've never heard of a table breaking from the food being too heavy Suzie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yeah, you can have our old one. I'll bring it over later on. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 294px; HEIGHT: 395px" height="406" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TrentStareBirg.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Trent, do you have to admire my beauty while I'm eating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sorry, I can't help myself. It's the whole "3-bolt" thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think I hear the delivery truck Trent and Birgie's still hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ooo. Allow me to get it for you. You stay here and feed my baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TrentDelivery2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gratuitous shirtless man shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yeah I'm the man. I'm bringing more food in for my Birgie. There's nothing she loves more right now than food. Well, and me of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="376" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BirgMornSick.jpg" width="307" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, Birgitte and Trent are expecting a child. Oh now how sweet is that. She even thinks about Trent while she's barfing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 389px" height="403" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/Birg2Work.jpg" width="329" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok, I'm off to work now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wonder if I should have told Trent about the mess in the bathroom? Oh well. He'll figure it out when he goes to use the toilet. Hee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TrentSpys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Trent was too busy doing other things to worry about cleaning up Birgitte's mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh man! There goes their chess table too! Go Nolan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months later, the Johnson's would hit a rough spot in their lives. The trash compactor, shower, and TV all broke at the same time. With neither Trent nor Birgitte being mechanically inclined, they were at the mercy of the repairman. Just as he was finishing up the TV, a small grease fire broke out in the kitchen. Luckily The Fireman was close by and put the fire out in record time. The stress of it all finally got to the couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BirgTrentComplain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 363px" height="395" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BirgTrentComplain2.jpg" width="382" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="364" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BirgTrentComplain3.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simultaneous temper tantrums. How cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BirgLabor1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't long before Birgitte found herself in labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't remember what the Labor Coach said to do! Huff Puff Huff? Hee Hee Hoo maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ElizabethBorn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lots of huffing, puffing and hee'ing, little Elizabeth was born. Birgitte then walked over and handed their daughter to Trent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="409" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/Birg3BoltCoupleHere.jpg" width="349" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Birgie? What are you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We're a 3-bolt couple Trent. We have a reputation to uphold here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TaylorBorn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoo Hoo Hee, and their second daughter was born. They named her Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*~* SCROLL DOWN FOR CARL'S UPDATE *~*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*NOTE: I apologize for how dark these images are. That darn castle is so dark, even in the daytime it's nearly impossible to get good shots inside. I also apologize for how short this update is.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 394px" height="405" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CarlAriaWed.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aria was just starting to show when she and Carl finally exchanged vows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 408px; HEIGHT: 344px" height="368" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AriaFire.jpg" width="409" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aria never claimed to be the best cook, and she proved it by setting the kitchen on fire while trying to make a Pop Tart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CarlIgnoresFire.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she screamed for help in the kitchen, Carl was lost in a book in the living room. He never heard Aria's screams or the fireman who came in and put the blaze out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AriaLabor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all the excitement was too much for Aria. After a short nap (yes those are her pajamas), and as she was about to climb into the shower, Aria went into labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 319px; HEIGHT: 370px" height="388" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CallyBorn.jpg" width="325" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, while Carl kept reading in the living room, their daughter Cally was born in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/baby-news-surprise.html"&gt;&lt;- BABY NEWS: Surprise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; /&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/town-news-maja.html"&gt;TOWN NEWS: Maja -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115470403757783156?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115470403757783156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115470403757783156&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115470403757783156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115470403757783156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/town-news-birgitte-carl.html' title='TOWN NEWS: Birgitte &amp; Carl'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115470315532166124</id><published>2006-08-04T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T11:27:47.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY NEWS: Surprise</title><content type='html'>This is a little story about a woman that's actually not one of the Legacy Girls or Town News girls. Her story however, is an important one. And heck, you just might get a laugh out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join me now as we bravely enter the home of Nina Caliente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="409" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MichaelGhostNina.jpg" width="354" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing the same thought bubble floating over the ghostly head of Michael Bachelor, I thought that he was haunting Nina because of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 417px; HEIGHT: 287px" height="299" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/NinaMortWH.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered later that it's probably due to the fact that his widow, Dina, is now married to Mortimer Goth. Nice of her to leave his urn behind for her sister to enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Nina, as you all probably know, is a Romance sim. And she's been working really hard at getting that LTW of 20 Simultaneous Lovers. She even had her friend Rob build her a customized RobsWooHooInator. But although Nina may be knowledgable in the ways of seduction, she's lacking a little common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/NinaPregSick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*picks up home pregnancy test and reads the results*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Positive? How can that be? I only slept with Mortimer and Don and that repair guy and Holden and Rob and Daniel and ... oh and I helped that DW guy experiment. Oh *#%$@*!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/NinaRubsTummy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Nina found herself in quite a predicament. Not only was she going to have a baby, but she had no idea who the father was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look at her being all maternal like. Isn't that cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/NinaLabor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the big day arrives and Nina goes into labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok, this kinda hurts. Ow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suck it up Nina. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AustinBorn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fate would have it, Nina had twins. First, her son Austin was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RoryBorn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came her daughter, Rory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck Nina. You're going to need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/sad-day-in-pleasantview.html"&gt;&lt;- A Sad Day in Pleasantview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; /&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/town-news-birgitte-carl.html"&gt;TOWN NEWS: Birgitte &amp;amp; Carl -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115470315532166124?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115470315532166124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115470315532166124&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115470315532166124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115470315532166124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/baby-news-surprise.html' title='BABY NEWS: Surprise'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115469648229847081</id><published>2006-08-04T07:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T09:55:25.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sad Day in Pleasantview</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It was a sad day in Pleasantview yesterday. I lost one of my Legacy Girls. Although I tried to save her, nothing worked. With nobody in the Paranormal field, and no college grads in this generation, I currently have no way to bring her back. Hopefully, her only child will make it through college, and set a personal goal to bring her mother home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the short, but sad, story on the untimely death of Deb Von Tristenburg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DebHappyDemoted.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deb returned home from her job as a Prep Cook, happy to have been demoted after a little accident at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hello family! Mommy is home and guess what?! I got a DEMOTION! Go me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's great Deb. Glad you're happy. Now get inside. You're looking a little...pale?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Author clicks "FLY HERE" command*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Deb? I said get inside. Your needs are getting really red there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Author clicks "FLY HERE" command again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DebsDeath.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh. I'm not feeling so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Deb, I'm starting to get really worried. FLY HERE! FLY HERE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DebsDeath2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh this isn't good at all. Take good care of Jett.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;NOOOOO! Wait. FLY HERE DEB!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DebsDeath4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was too late. All that was left was her wedding ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I started to panic a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do I do? I can't wake The Count up to try to save her, or he'll fry too. Aria's at work, and she never liked Deb anyway. CARL! He always had a thing for Deb. He'll save her!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 390px; HEIGHT: 333px" height="371" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DebsDeath5.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl obediently strolls outside (he doesn't have a run option, darn it), gets on his hands and knees and begs Grimmy not to take Deb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This your idea of a joke Beans?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry Grimmy. Deb's death wasn't part of my master plan and I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Save it. Ain't interested.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 393px; HEIGHT: 344px" height="394" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DebsDeath6.jpg" width="436" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You watchin' Kid? I'm only gonna show you this once. Watch the blue light very carefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 393px; HEIGHT: 349px" height="399" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DebsDeath7.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now pick a hand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Aw man. I was never any good at this when I was a kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Can't we play Rock Paper Scissors instead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I always lose at that game. Pick a hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 390px; HEIGHT: 335px" height="409" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DebsDeath8.jpg" width="410" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ok um...the right one. NO! The left one. NO! The right one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My right or your right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Your right. NO! My right. NO! Your right. On second thought...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 391px; HEIGHT: 327px" height="350" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DebsDeath9.jpg" width="423" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too late. You lose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="422" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DebsDeath11.jpg" width="391" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Carl was devastated that he had picked the wrong hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CarlSavesAshes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So devastated, that he swept up Deb's ashes, and placed them in an urn to remember her by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ComfortingJett.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he went inside to check on Jett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm sorry Jett. I did my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CountSad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And downstairs in the lower chambers, The Count arises early from his slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My beloved Deb is gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*NOTE: I could not keep The Count in bed after Deb's death. I'd put him back in and he'd jump back out again to cry. He doesn't have the "meditate" option, so I couldn't do that. I thought for a minute that I was going to lose him too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 347px; HEIGHT: 518px" height="540" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DebHouse2.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Deb Cee Von Tristenburg. You'll be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/town-news-carl-dw.html"&gt;&lt;- TOWN NEWS: Carl &amp;amp; DW&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; /&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/baby-news-surprise.html"&gt;BABY NEWS: Surprise -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115469648229847081?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115469648229847081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115469648229847081&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115469648229847081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115469648229847081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/sad-day-in-pleasantview.html' title='A Sad Day in Pleasantview'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115422135907521034</id><published>2006-07-29T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T08:03:44.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TOWN NEWS: Carl &amp; DW</title><content type='html'>The Counts plan had worked. Aria was a big distraction to Carl, and he quickly forgot about his attraction to Deb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="328" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CarlAriaSleep.jpg" width="337" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though Aria had her own room with her own bed, she rarely ever slept in it. Finally, Aria decided to confront Carl about something that had been on her mind a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 289px; HEIGHT: 389px" height="381" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CarlAriaEng.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Carl, we've been together for almost a year now. Why haven't you proposed to me yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I don't know. It hasn't crossed my mind I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh. I see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CarlAriaEng2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Don't take it personally Aria. The truth is that there's still a lot I don't know about you. For instance, exactly what kind of teacher are you? Jett already knows how to walk and talk. She's fully potty trained. She's learned her ABC's. I haven't seen you read to her at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well that's because I'm not that kind of teacher Carl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Meaning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meaning, I'm more of a trainer than a teacher. It's my job to teach her to fight and to turn her into The Protector.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh. Does Deb know this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know. It was The Count that hired me. Guess you'll have to ask him. You're off the subject, Carl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I uh...well gosh Aria. Why rush? Why not just leave things as they are? We're having fun right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 334px" height="365" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CarlAriaEng3.jpg" width="371" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh we're having fun alright Carl. &lt;em&gt;Lots&lt;/em&gt; of fun on that stupid automatic bed that someone put in my bedroom. Who's idea was that anyway? You know how many times I've gone upstairs to relax and found The Count laying there? Not a pretty picture, I'll tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She leans in and lowers her voice, so that anybody else who might be listening doesn't hear her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He's not gray like that &lt;em&gt;all over&lt;/em&gt; you know&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And did you know that the "Try for Baby" switch was flipped to the ON position? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It was?! Who would have done that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know, but now I'm pregnant. So now you &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to marry me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 367px" height="347" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CarlAriaEng4.jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But...but...but...what if I said that I still wasn't sure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then I'd have to seriously hurt you Carl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But...I don't have a ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aria pulled a ring out of her pocket and handed it to Carl. Carl looked at the ring, back up at Aria, then back down at the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 357px" height="382" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CarlAriaEng7.jpg" width="354" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;On second thought, you don't have to propose to me. I mean, it would only mean a lifetime of falling asleep next to me. Me and my body...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all she had to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CarlAriaEng9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl dropped to his knee and proposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For me? Oh Carl, I'm so surprised!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="379" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CarlAriaEng10.jpg" width="309" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And that ladies, is how you get what you want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*~* SCROLL DOWN FOR DW'S UPDATE *~*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As DW slept in his bed, a woman with wings appeared by his bedside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 302px; HEIGHT: 395px" height="408" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JanellDWAsleep.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at him briefly, sprinkled some gold dust over his stomach, then disappeared as quickly as she had appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 408px" height="418" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DWPreg.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, DW woke up, went downstairs and got some cereal. As he stood up, he felt his stomach pop out. He could tell something was very different.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DWLabor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the day, DW was in labor. He had never heard of a man getting pregnant without being abducted, and had certainly never heard of a 24 hour pregnancy, yet here was, apparently giving birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 325px; HEIGHT: 349px" height="357" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DavyBorn.jpg" width="325" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin ran in just as DW finished having the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;DW! What is &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's a large banana. What do you think it is? It's baby of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Baby?! But we decided no babies! Where did you get that from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know. I just...had it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh stop your fibbing DW. Come on. Fess up. Where'd you get the baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I told you Alvin, I had it. It's ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What do you mean &lt;em&gt;ours&lt;/em&gt;? You mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yours and mine, silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh. Well, what is it? Look between it's legs DW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DavyBorn2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DW looked between the babies legs, then announced to Alvin that they'd had a son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Let's name him Davy. I like that name. Alvin, you'd better go to the store. We'll need bottles, formula, a crib, some clothes - all the stuff babies need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, at 3 am, DW got up to take Davy downstairs for a bottle. As he was walking back upstairs to put Davy back to bed, he was surprised to find a woman with wings standing in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 381px; HEIGHT: 369px" height="386" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DWTalksJanell.jpg" width="390" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh good, you had him. And he's so cute too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Excuse me? Who are you? How'd you get in my house? And where'd you get that gorgeous costume?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm Janell, I flew in naturally, and it's not a costume. I came to check on the baby. Now that I see he's doing well, I can leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wait! Wait, don't leave. Did you ... I mean, how did I...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ah. You have questions and you want answers. Ok, I'll tell you what you want to know. I'm Janell, from Cothadoxis. You just gave birth to our future ruler. Our people thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whoa whoa. I what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 348px; HEIGHT: 361px" height="400" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DWTalksJanell2.jpg" width="347" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janell let out a small sigh, then continued on with her story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I forgot how slow you have to talk to Mortals. Your great-great-great...well, 10th great grandchild, is going to be our future ruler. You were failing at being abducted, so they sent me and my husband Merik to step in and help you along. Last night, I sprinkled a little Cotha Dust on your stomach. As you see, it did the trick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon seeing the confused look on DW's face, she continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I must have sprinkled a little too much, causing the pregnancy to happen so quickly. Sorry about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="385" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DWTalksJanell5.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But, I have to go and check on someone else in this town. Of course, I wasn't supposed to be seen, and now - well you've gone and seen me. But, after I'm done with you, you won't remember. Take good care of that baby DW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pulled some dust out of midair, blowing it off of her hand and in the direction of DW and Davy. DW inhaled it and started coughing. When he looked up, she was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first he was looking around the room trying to figure out where she went, but after a few seconds, he had forgotten what he was looking for. He walked upstairs, put Davy in the crib, and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/baby-news-theresa.html"&gt;&lt;- BABY NEWS: Theresa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/08/sad-day-in-pleasantview.html"&gt;A Sad Day in Pleasantview -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115422135907521034?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115422135907521034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115422135907521034&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115422135907521034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115422135907521034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/town-news-carl-dw.html' title='TOWN NEWS: Carl &amp; DW'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115397010554956308</id><published>2006-07-26T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T20:03:37.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY NEWS: Theresa</title><content type='html'>Having a brother who was a scientist was finally coming in handy for Ned. He needed someone to run a DNA test. Someone he could trust not to muck it up. Someone he knew would give him the results he knew were right - that Jackson wasn't his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 332px" height="353" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TherGetsMail.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three very long weeks later, a letter came in the mail addressed to Ned. It was from the lab that Jag worked at. As tempting as it was to open it up and peek at it, Theresa respected Ned's wishes to be the first to read the results. She laid the letter on the table and left it there for Ned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, she walked by the table. She looked at the envelope. Then she walked by it again. And looked at it again. The suspense was too much. Maybe she couldn't open it, but Ned never said anything about not using the phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TherCallsBeans.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Beans! Oh thank goodness you're home.&lt;br /&gt;It's about the test.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the results then?&lt;br /&gt;Oh. He wouldn't tell you what it said, huh.&lt;br /&gt;Can you call him?&lt;br /&gt;Oh. No I understand. Thanks anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long day at work, Ned decided that he could wait for a few more minutes to read what he already knew, and climbed in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="352" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/NedLetter.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he walked over to the letter, stared at it for a moment, took a deep breath and opened the envelope. After reading it over, he laid the letter down, picked up the phone and called his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/NedCallsJag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey Jag.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I got it.&lt;br /&gt;Just how positive is 99.9% anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that mean that there's a .1% chance I'm not his father?&lt;br /&gt;Really. No chance at all huh. Ok then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Yeah I'm ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;She's asleep now, but we'll see how ok Theresa is in the morning when I tell her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Theresa would still be asleep when Ned got up for work in the morning. Knowing how tired she had been lately, and how close to delivering their baby she was, he decided to let her sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True to form, just as Ned pulled away for work, Theresa got up. As she was walking downstairs, she stopped in her tracks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TherLabor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and went into labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(These poor guys! They're ALL missing the births of their babies!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="363" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ToriBorn.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's where little Tori Jagger was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the story doesn't end here. Ned got home and was elated to see that his daughter had been born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/NedToriPlay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first thought after walking in the door was getting upstairs to have some Father Daughter time with Tori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he went downstairs to tell his wife the news. He showed her the letter and let her know about what his brother had told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="365" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TherNedTalk2.jpg" width="319" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresa, stunned and trying to absorb the news, stood very still and very quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Theresa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(silence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Say something please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="342" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TherNedTalk.jpg" width="311" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Theresa broke her silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What do you want me to say Ned? Yeah. I'm happy for you. Yippee Skippee. You have a son. I have a stepson. Now we can deal with Kitty Crumbower for the rest of our lives. We can fight over weekends and holidays. Ooo, and I get the honor of working my butt off so that we can send that ... witch ... money every month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Theresa, it won't be that bad. I'll work everything out with Kitty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't fool yourself Ned. Kitty isn't the "let's work it out" type, in case you've forgotten. She's going to make our lives a living hell. She'll make sure of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well there is another option Theresa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh do tell. I'm dying to hear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="315" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TherNedTalk3.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ned put some more enthusiasm in his voice, hoping to cheer Theresa up and get her to agree to his idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;He could move in here. With us? Maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresa took a deep breath in, then released it in one big exhale, hoping to get rid of some of the anger, jealousy and sadness she was feeling. Kitty had given Ned his first child. As hard as she tried to fight it off, an image of Ned and Kitty kept popping up in her head, followed by the image of the blonde headed boy sitting on her lawn. Ned's son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ned and Kitty's son.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hated feeling this way about an innocent child, but she didn't want Jackson in her home. This was &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; home. Her's and Ned's and Tori's. But she loved Ned, and liked that he wanted to take responsibility for the son he never knew he had. She wanted to help him, but at what cost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I need some time Ned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 348px; HEIGHT: 297px" height="297" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TherNedTalk5.jpg" width="338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ned reached out and put his hand under Theresa's chin, lifting it gently so he could look in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You are an awesome woman Theresa. Take all the time you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(AUTHORS NOTE: This means that Beans, Dawn, Deb, Ivy, Kate, Suzie, Theresa, Audra, Hel, Jamie, &amp; Marcie have all had their babies. Suzi, Maja (and Aron *hehe*), Opal (Rob's wife) and Birgitte are all pregnant now (didn't know that, didja?). Those updates are coming soon. Then I just have to get Carl and DW to start their legacies. C'mon guys!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/updates-lots-at-once.html"&gt;&lt;- UPDATES: Lots at once!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/town-news-carl-dw.html"&gt;TOWN NEWS: Carl &amp;amp; DW -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115397010554956308?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115397010554956308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115397010554956308&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115397010554956308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115397010554956308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/baby-news-theresa.html' title='BABY NEWS: Theresa'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115396637530157066</id><published>2006-07-26T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T22:37:48.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATES: Lots at once!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;In an effort to get caught up, I'm doing one update on several of the Sims, including 5 Town News sims and 1 Legacy Girl. They'll be a little brief, but it'll get you caught up with their stories. Enjoy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DW:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after the wedding of Birgitte and Trent Johnson, DW had proposed to Alvin Andrews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 317px" height="334" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DWAlvinJoined.jpg" width="342" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shortly after that, they were joined in union. DW had heard the rumors about Alvin, that perhaps he wasn't always faithful in the past to other partners, but he knew that Alvin was 100% faithful to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 376px; HEIGHT: 348px" height="348" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DWParty.jpg" width="363" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate, they threw a party with some of their closest friends there. Birgitte was there, as well as Elmer Walton and the mailman, Joel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alvin, are you checking out Birgitte's butt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Me? Nooo. I'm just uhh...checking out her dance moves. Yeah, her dance moves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party, they went out on the deck and looked up at the stars, like they did every night. They were hoping to catch something - anything that would prove that there was alien life in outerspace, but instead they got something else completely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="346" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DWMaxLogic.jpg" width="337" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Maximum Logical Knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both DW and Alvin maxed out their logic skills on the deck that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But will DW ever get abducted like he wants to? If not, will they ever both drop the fear of adopting a child so that their legacy can continue? Keep your fingers crossed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hel:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...you're 9 months pregnant and ready to explode. Your husband just walked out the door for work. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/HelLabor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go into labor of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/HayleyBorn2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Legacy Girls, little Hayley Wilson. Yet &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; adorable baby in the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jamie:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/KeithRubsJamieBelly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith was really excited at the idea of being a Daddy, and took really good care of Jamie during her pregnancy. He cooked for her, took the trash out, and cleaned up all he could while still making plenty of time to be very lovey-dovey to her &lt;em&gt;(reminder, 3 bolt couple here...watching them together can cause cavities).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...you're 9 months pregnant and ready to explode. Your husband just walked out the door for work. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JamieLabor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go into labor of course (is there an echo in here?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JennaBorn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puff Puff Spin - and little Jenna Matthew is born. Look at those EYES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Marcie:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Authors note: While at Birgitte's wedding, Marcie autonomously changed from maternity clothes into her formal dress (like most pregnant women do). The problem was that she never switched back to being pregnant again after that. Even in her own house, she was skinny as a rail. I thought at first that I had lost her pregnancy, but then in one smooth motion, she spun, belly popped out, then this happened. It caught me by surprise, so I was lucky to get the pictures that I got!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 396px; HEIGHT: 284px" height="301" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MarcieLabor.jpg" width="423" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malcolm had just gotten home (yes, I have him working as well as running his businesses...I'm such a slave driver), when Marcie went into labor. He and his friend ran into the dining room and panicked as fast as they could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MaximilianBorn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Malcolm finished screaming like a girl, he got to meet his new son, Maximilian Landgraab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rob:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob had a new invention, and was eager to test it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 376px; HEIGHT: 259px" height="285" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RobGroovyRejoovy.jpg" width="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My RobsGroovyRejoovyNator (patent pending) is all juiced up and ready to go. Now all I have to do is stand in this bucket of water, and hold these live wires with my bare hands. No worries there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 375px; HEIGHT: 253px" height="282" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RobGroovyRejoovy2.jpg" width="413" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Aaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smell of hair burning*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="337" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RobGroovyRejoovy3.jpg" width="309" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ahhh. Better than woohoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Rob was getting lonely. All the women worth looking at in town were already married. So he did what any smart, funny, good looking man would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 348px; HEIGHT: 246px" height="295" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RobOrdersBride.jpg" width="431" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ordered a bride on the internet. Direct from some tiny country he'd never heard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="369" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RobOpalWed.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Opal arrived in Pleasantview and Rob was slipping a wedding ring on his new bride's finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uh, Opal...do you realize what you've signed up for here? And I should probably warn you about the RobsWooHooInator. Don't let him talk you into...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/OpalPregSick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh. Nevermind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Suzi:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And my last birth-to-be announcement of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JesseRubsSuziBelly.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suzi and Jesse. Awwww, ain't they cute? I meant the happy couple, not the kitties. Although they're cute too, aren't they?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, in case you're wondering, Jesse is still living his life of crime. Suzi is still covering for him. There have been no more fires or break in's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for The Fireman...well, he's been a little quiet lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/town-news-carl.html"&gt;&lt;- TOWN NEWS: Carl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/baby-news-theresa.html"&gt;BABY NEWS: Theresa -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115396637530157066?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115396637530157066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115396637530157066&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115396637530157066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115396637530157066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/updates-lots-at-once.html' title='UPDATES: Lots at once!'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115396333376802686</id><published>2006-07-26T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T21:14:58.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TOWN NEWS: Carl</title><content type='html'>Carl was living a fascinating life. He was sharing a house with two vampires, one of them the legendary Count Von Tristenburg. He was helping to raise their daughter, the girl who would grow up to be The Protector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 415px" height="425" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CarlHubbaHubba.jpg" width="345" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one other thing in particular that he was enjoying being around as well. Unfortunately The Count was always around and watching him very closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="382" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CarlMeetsAria2.jpg" width="356" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one morning, Carl woke up to find a beautiful woman standing at the foot of his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Now this is my kind of dream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm sorry for waking you. This is the only room with a mirror and I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CarlMeetsAria3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's ok. You can use that mirror any time you want to. What's your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aria. Yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Carl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh right. The nanny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I prefer the term "Professional Buddy".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a refreshing cold shower, Carl joined Aria in the kitchen for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="358" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CarlMeetsAria6.jpg" width="358" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So Aria...ever been in prison?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Once or twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CarlMeetsAria8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I think I love you Aria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I get that a lot Carl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take long for these two to get closer and closer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CarlAria4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So Aria, can I call you later?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You won't have to call very far Carl. The Count hired me to be Jett's teacher. I'm going to be living here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Carl shivers in anticipation*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/special-update-best-friends.html"&gt;&lt;- SPECIAL UPDATE: Best Friends&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/updates-lots-at-once.html"&gt;UPDATES: Lots at once! -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115396333376802686?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115396333376802686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115396333376802686&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115396333376802686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115396333376802686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/town-news-carl.html' title='TOWN NEWS: Carl'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115395609564119581</id><published>2006-07-26T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T20:23:08.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SPECIAL UPDATE: Best Friends</title><content type='html'>I'm still working on the next updates (both for this blog and for the Ridgeways), but I couldn't wait to share this with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nolan and Keith have become best friends. But after watching how the guys chose to spend their evening hanging out at Keith &amp;amp; Jamie's house, I'm wondering...should Suzie and Jamie be worried? *hehe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This was filmed on SMALL format. To view it in larger format, right click and zoom to 200%*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*NOTE: These are AVI files. If the videos don't play (you may have to hit PLAY twice), just click the links below and they'll open in your player outside of the browser. There is sound, so make sure you're prepared for it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object id="VIDEO" type="application/x-oleobject" height="340" width="400" classid="CLSID:6BF52A52-394A-11d3-B153-00C04F79FAA6"&gt;&lt;param name="URL" value="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/NolanKeithSing.avi"&gt;&lt;param name="rate" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="balance" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="currentPosition" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="defaultFrame" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="playCount" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="autoStart" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="currentMarker" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="invokeURLs" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="baseURL" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="volume" value="50"&gt;&lt;param name="mute" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="uiMode" value="full"&gt;&lt;param name="stretchToFit" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="windowlessVideo" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="enabled" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="enableContextMenu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="fullScreen" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="SAMIStyle" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SAMILang" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SAMIFilename" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="captioningID" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="enableErrorDialogs" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="10583"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="8996"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see this message it's because your browser does not have the correct Active X plugin for Windows Media Player. You need the application/x-oleobject and application/oleobject Active X controls for your browser.&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And afterwards, Jamie got in on the action as the boys went to watch some manly football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object id="VIDEO" type="application/x-oleobject" height="340" width="400" classid="CLSID:6BF52A52-394A-11d3-B153-00C04F79FAA6"&gt;&lt;param name="URL" value="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JamieSings.avi"&gt;&lt;param name="rate" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="balance" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="currentPosition" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="defaultFrame" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="playCount" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="autoStart" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="currentMarker" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="invokeURLs" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="baseURL" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="volume" value="50"&gt;&lt;param name="mute" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="uiMode" value="full"&gt;&lt;param name="stretchToFit" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="windowlessVideo" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="enabled" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="enableContextMenu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="fullScreen" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="SAMIStyle" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SAMILang" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SAMIFilename" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="captioningID" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="enableErrorDialogs" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="10583"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="8996"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see this message it's because your browser does not have the correct Active X plugin for Windows Media Player. You need the application/x-oleobject and application/oleobject Active X controls for your browser.&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Want to view the video outside of your browser? Click &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/NolanKeithSing.avi"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here for the Nolan and Keith video&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;strong&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JamieSings.avi"&gt;here for the Jamie video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;**Want your Sims to watch this video on their own TV? Just right click the links above, chose "Save Target As", and save it in the following file:&lt;br /&gt;My Documents\EA Games\The Sims 2\Movies\Broadcast\TvMus (or whichever station you want them to watch it on)**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/town-news-birgittes-wedding.html"&gt;&lt;- TOWN NEWS: Birgitte's Wedding&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/town-news-carl.html"&gt;TOWN NEWS: Carl -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115395609564119581?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115395609564119581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115395609564119581&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115395609564119581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115395609564119581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/special-update-best-friends.html' title='SPECIAL UPDATE: Best Friends'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115385862106749596</id><published>2006-07-25T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T18:23:07.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TOWN NEWS: Birgitte's Wedding</title><content type='html'>Click the PLAY button below to view Birgitte Bigstar and Trent Johnson's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;File size = 4.47 MB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object id="VIDEO" type="application/x-oleobject" height="340" width="400" classid="CLSID:6BF52A52-394A-11d3-B153-00C04F79FAA6"&gt;&lt;param name="URL" value="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BigstarWedding_0001.wmv"&gt;&lt;param name="rate" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="balance" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="currentPosition" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="defaultFrame" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="playCount" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="autoStart" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="currentMarker" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="invokeURLs" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="baseURL" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="volume" value="50"&gt;&lt;param name="mute" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="uiMode" value="full"&gt;&lt;param name="stretchToFit" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="windowlessVideo" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="enabled" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="enableContextMenu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="fullScreen" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="SAMIStyle" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SAMILang" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SAMIFilename" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="captioningID" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="enableErrorDialogs" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="10583"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="8996"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see this message it's because your browser does not have the correct Active X plugin for Windows Media Player. You need the application/x-oleobject and application/oleobject Active X controls for your browser.&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Want to view the video outside of your browser? Click &lt;a href="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BigstarWedding_0001.wmv"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/special-update-aron-maja.html"&gt;SPECIAL UPDATE: Aron &amp;amp; Maja&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; /&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/special-update-best-friends.html"&gt;SPECIAL UPDATE: Best Friends -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115385862106749596?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115385862106749596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115385862106749596&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115385862106749596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115385862106749596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/town-news-birgittes-wedding.html' title='TOWN NEWS: Birgitte&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115376664607209220</id><published>2006-07-24T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T15:19:47.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SPECIAL UPDATE: Aron &amp; Maja</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(Authors Note: In response to the negative feelings towards poor Aron, who proposed to Maja before telling her that he's pregnant with an alien baby, I'm putting out another update to let you see how Maja reacted to the news. Again, these two are a real challenge to write up. All they want to talk about are kissing, babies and money. I had to make them talk about a few other things so that I could get the right screenshots. Other than that, I just followed them around to see what they'd do *cause they're so fun to watch lol*. So what you see, is the real Aron &amp; Maja. Enjoy.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We start the story from where the last update left off. Aron had just proposed, and Maja enthusiastically accepted his proposal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wait a minute. I almost forgot. I'm upset with you Aron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;For what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Where were you last night? I called and called. I even came by, but you weren't here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Funny you should ask, because I need to talk to you about that. Let's go inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="384" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AronTellsMaja.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ok, let's see...last night. Where should I start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Start by telling me where you were Aron. It's not a tough question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maja folded her arms in defiance. She could tell he was having a hard time telling her something, and she could only imagine what it was. Her mind started racing about all the things he could have been doing. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Great, I just got engaged to a guy that was probably out cheating on me last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AronTellsMaja2.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ok, here's the thing. I was abducted by aliens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AronTellsMaja3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aliens. Aron, come on. Tell me where you really were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AronAbducted2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I am telling you where I was Maja! I went outside to look at the stars, and before I knew it, they were sucking me up into the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AronTellsMaja4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;They took me onto their spaceship, and put me in this thing they called a PootZeeBahBeeEnSeyed. I think it was some kind of an insemination machine. Somehow, I think it worked too, cause I feel really sick now. I mean, I already was sick from that old spaghetti, but now I feel &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; sick. And I've heard about men getting abducted and having alien babies. So I got one of those tests you girls take, where you pee on a stick, and it came back positive. So I guess what I'm saying is that...I'm going to be a Mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maja just blankly stared at Aron, trying to take it all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Maja, if you want to call off the engagement, I'll understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 305px; HEIGHT: 399px" height="415" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AronTellsMaja7.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Maja started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wait, you're pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Like, you're going to have a baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aron hung his head. The woman he loved was laughing at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wow. That's...incredible Aron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the sight of Aron's sad face, she finished her thought, still half laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't be sad my Love Stud, I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing because the reason I was trying to call you was to tell you that I'm pregnant. Looks like we're going to be sharing maternity clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AronTellsMaja8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You're pregnant too? Wait, so I'm going to be a Mommy and a Daddy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah yeah, I guess so. Let's kiss now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AronTellsMaja9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't waste time in getting married, since Maja was insistant on having their wedding pictures taken before either of them was showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no purpose for this picture, other than to show you what Maja's first thought was as they stood under the alter waiting for the ceremony to start:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 338px; HEIGHT: 339px" height="356" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AronMajaWed.jpg" width="335" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This girl needs an OFF button installed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back to the story...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AronMajaWed7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful small ceremony. Just afterwards, both the Bride and Groom ran off to the bathroom to throw up. Ah...romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AronMajaMatchingBellies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here they are now, with matching bellies. Awwwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Authors note: I sat down with Maja and Aron and went over the One Kid Per Family rule with them again. Given the special circumstances, I've allowed them to have the two of course, but they have promised me that they will NOT be having twins. Or double twins. Rest assured, these will be two single births. I'm sure of it. Uh huh. Positive.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*nods in assurance*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/town-news-maja_23.html"&gt;&lt;- TOWN NEWS: Maja&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/town-news-birgittes-wedding.html"&gt;TOWN NEWS: Birgitte's Wedding -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115376664607209220?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115376664607209220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115376664607209220&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115376664607209220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115376664607209220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/special-update-aron-maja.html' title='SPECIAL UPDATE: Aron &amp; Maja'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115366347087046205</id><published>2006-07-23T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T13:45:03.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TOWN NEWS: Maja</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(Authors note: It's a real challenge to write about these two since all they want to do is swoon over each other. Somehow I managed to make a story out of it all. Enjoy!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maja and Aron had become inseparable. She even helped him move his things out of his sisters house and into his new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MajaAronLove.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one little Sweet Talk later, they were in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a rough day for Aron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="353" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AronSickFlu2.jpg" width="273" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Awww, what's the matter Hot Stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I don't know. I don't feel so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Did you eat anything this morning, Love God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Just that spaghetti that I had left out on the counter from the night before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well unless your stomach is made out of the same steel that your muscles are *rawwr*, then that would certainly make you sick Lover Boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Maja took Aron inside and made him a cup of hot tea, then fixed herself a salad to eat. Then they talked about the two most important things to Maja:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="343" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MajaAronBetterKiss.jpg" width="356" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 357px; HEIGHT: 406px" height="406" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MajaAronBetterMoney.jpg" width="353" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MajaAronRelax3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough, they found themselves relaxing on Aron's new bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Author laughs maniacally)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*ahem* Sorry. Back to the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey Maja, wanna play Elvis and Priscilla?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ooo yeah! Can I be Priscilla this time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="274" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MajaAronSleep.jpg" width="365" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor things tuckered themselves out. Just before they fell asleep, Maja asked Aron:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wow, where did you get this bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Some guy named Rob was selling them on the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Remind me to thank him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(And I bet you want to know if we heard baby chimes, don't you? Sorry, I had my music turned up, so I don't know *whistling innocently*)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next morning, Maja got up, got dressed, and left to go back home and get ready for work. After work, she called Aron to see how he was feeling, but didn't get an answer. She called a few more times, then decided to go over to his house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 369px; HEIGHT: 349px" height="372" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MajaLooking4Aron.jpg" width="367" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But Aron didn't answer. Maja was a little concerned. She knew he was sick and was sure he hadn't gone anywhere. She knew he didn't have any weddings scheduled at the Chapel. She knocked a few more times, then decided to call it a night and went back home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next morning, Aron called Maja begging her to come over immediately. She hopped in her car and sped over to his house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MajaMovesIn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Maja! Thank God you're here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What's up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You need to move in with me. I need you here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Woooo ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Wait. That's not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MajaAronProp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Maja, I want to marry you. Will you Love Me Tender for the rest of our lives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MajaAronProp2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackpot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="395" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/MajaAronProp3.jpg" width="335" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he stood there holding his new fiancee, he thought back to the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I just have to explain to her about what happened to me last night...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AronAbducted3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/town-news-audra_22.html"&gt;&lt;- TOWN NEWS: Audra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/special-update-aron-maja.html"&gt;SPECIAL UPDATE: Aron &amp;amp; Maja -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115366347087046205?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115366347087046205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115366347087046205&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115366347087046205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115366347087046205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/town-news-maja_23.html' title='TOWN NEWS: Maja'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115361650466767616</id><published>2006-07-22T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T09:05:22.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TOWN NEWS: Audra</title><content type='html'>Audra had tossed Daniel out of her life, and had jump started her new life by sharing a night with her co-worker Jason. But as she would discover a few weeks later, it wouldn't be without consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="355" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AukThrowRoses.jpg" width="334" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audra often thought about Daniel. She wondered if he was still with his wife, or if he had moved on and found someone else. Either way, she thought, he wasn't worth the time it took to miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hadn't seen Jason again since the night that they had together. She had taken some time off of work, so he didn't even know that she was pregnant with his child. Until one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="348" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JasonHiAuk.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jason! What are you doing here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I wanted to see you Audra. You haven't been at work and I was worried about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audra held her hand to her stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh I uh...well I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 335px; HEIGHT: 361px" height="387" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JasonMarryMeAuk.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Whoa! Is that mine Audra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uh. Yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audra was hoping to be able to skip this moment. She just wanted to be left alone to raise her child by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Cool! Hey. We could get married, and raise this little tyke together. Wouldn't that be awesome?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uh. I don't know Jason. I don't think that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 345px" height="376" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JasonAukTalk.jpg" width="326" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well geez Audra. A kid needs a mother and a father, and you said that's my baby right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, it's yours. I'm pretty sure anyway. I mean I guess it also could be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well then we should get married. It's the right thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Look Jason, I really like you. You're very nice, you're a lot of fun, and you're &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt;, if you get what I'm saying. But we have to be realistic here. We don't know each other that well and neither one of us makes very much money. I don't think that's a really good life for a kid, do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason lowered his head in defeat, then looked back up at Audra again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey. That's cool. You're going to let me see him, or her, though aren't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes Jason. You can see him, or her, anytime you want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Cool. Catch you later Audra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months later, there was a knock on Audra's door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JasonPropAuk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Audra, I got a new job for the Pleasantview Phlyers. I'm their Team Mascot. I'm making good money now Audra, so...will you marry me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="391" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JasonPropAuk2.jpg" width="327" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Audra still said no, claiming that she still didn't know him well enough and didn't want to get tied down to one man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Audra had a secret. She really liked Jason...a lot. She thought about him all the time and hated seeing him go home. Her thoughts kept drifting back to that one night that they had together, when he slept next to her all night long with his arm around her waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audra finally made her decision. She walked over to the roses that Daniel had bought her, picked them up, and threw them in the trash. Then she invited Jason over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he walked in the door, Audra put her arms around him, and buried her head in his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JasonAukEngaged.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Whoa Audra, what's this? Are you ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm fine. You were right, this baby needs a mother and a father. So, yes Jason, I'll marry you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Really? That's so awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Audra was so close to her due date, they went down to the courthouse the next day and got married by a Justice of the Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was just in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/AukLabor2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audra went into labor the day after they got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Whoa dude! You're having the baby! What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know Jason! It's my first time too! Maybe...call somebody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="364" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JasonHoldsWayne.jpg" width="309" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, as the paramedics were checking Audra out, Jason got to hold his new son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Hey little buddy. Mommy won't let me call you Gretzky, but she liked Wayne. So that's your new name little buddy. Wayne Gretzky Phelps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/town-news-jamie.html"&gt;&lt;- TOWN NEWS: Jamie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/town-news-maja_23.html"&gt;TOWN NEWS: Maja -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115361650466767616?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115361650466767616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115361650466767616&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115361650466767616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115361650466767616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/town-news-audra_22.html' title='TOWN NEWS: Audra'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115349201738130015</id><published>2006-07-21T07:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T21:29:01.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TOWN NEWS: Jamie</title><content type='html'>This is a little ditty about Keith and Jamie. Two American kids growing up in the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. Got carried away there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 313px; HEIGHT: 381px" height="381" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JamiePaints.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie was an artist at heart, and would paint whenever she could find the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/KeithPose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith's favorite hobby was showing off his muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also had to make a living, so while Keith was off saving the country as a Flight Officer for the military, Jamie went to work in the local record store. Meanwhile, she patiently waited for Keith to propose to her. Keith, however, seemed to want to do things in a different order than Jamie did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 292px" height="292" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JamieKeithTalk.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey Jamie. I saw a house for sale down the street that would be perfect for us. How about we go over there later and check it out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know Keith. That's a pretty big step for us, don't you think? I mean, we're not even engaged, much less married. No I think we should keep renting this place for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 305px; HEIGHT: 350px" height="369" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JamieKeith5.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith got up and walked away from the table, headed out to his car and drove off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of hours later, Keith came home to find Jamie lost in her latest painting. Well, just watch and see what happened next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 297px; HEIGHT: 370px" height="383" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/KeithProp.jpg" width="293" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey Jamie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 402px" height="402" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/KeithProp2.jpg" width="278" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mmmm what was that for Keith?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 315px; HEIGHT: 357px" height="357" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/KeithPropKnee.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I just want to be with you Jamie. I'm ready to commit to you and start a family. So let's do it. Let's get married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/KeithProp3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Keith! You're proposing to me? Finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/KeithProp6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes Keith, let's do it. Let's get married! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="246" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JKCelebrate3.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night they celebrated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 302px" height="330" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JKCelebrate6.jpg" width="364" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and celebrated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="287" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JKCelebrate4.jpg" width="366" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Careful guys, that bed's fully loaded)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 383px; HEIGHT: 287px" height="359" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JKWed4.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month later, they drove out to a small church in the country to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 290px" height="321" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JKWed5.jpg" width="325" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said their vows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 375px" height="413" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JKWed7.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and exchanged their rings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 413px" height="426" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JKWed9.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...then had their first kiss as Husband &amp; Wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JKWed11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, and they had a second First Kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JKWed12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psst. Guys. Cut it out. I'm trying to tell a story here. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Newlyweds. Geez.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="249" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JKNewHouse.jpg" width="407" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the honeymoon, Keith &amp;amp; Jamie moved into the house down the street that Keith wanted to buy. It had plenty of room for a big family and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Author looks over script*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey! Didn't anybody tell these two about the one kid rule? *throwing script up in air*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh. And someone better tell Jamie quick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 346px; HEIGHT: 267px" height="325" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JamieSick.jpg" width="404" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/theresa-update-four-pt-2.html"&gt;&lt;- THERESA: Update 4, Pt 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/town-news-audra_22.html"&gt;TOWN NEWS: Audra -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115349201738130015?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115349201738130015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115349201738130015&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115349201738130015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115349201738130015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/town-news-jamie.html' title='TOWN NEWS: Jamie'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115340864636138739</id><published>2006-07-20T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T09:27:46.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THERESA: Update Four Pt 2</title><content type='html'>Despite Kitty's appearance in town and her claims that Ned was the father of her son, things were going well for Ned and Theresa. Everything was quiet and Kitty had managed to stay out of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one morning Theresa woke up with a stomach bug that kept her running to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 283px" height="295" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TheresaSick.jpg" width="330" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at a routine checkup, her doctor would confirm her suspicions. Theresa was pregnant. Even though they had wanted to wait until they had more money and a bigger house, Ned and Theresa were excited at the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day the doorbell rang. Theresa didn't recognize the woman at first, since all she saw was her blonde hair and deep tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="372" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TherKitty.jpg" width="272" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman turned around and flashed a wicked smile at Theresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well well. Theresa Lookin. As I live and breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kitty Crumbower? What are you doing here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Looking for Ned. Is he home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty put her son down on the ground to play with his teddy bear while she waited for Theresa's answer. But Theresa wasn't in the mood to play Kitty's games. Her pregnancy was wreaking havoc on her hormones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Get over it Kitty. He's not interested. Go find someone else to dig your claws into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 364px" height="378" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TherKitty2.jpg" width="319" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty flashed a look down at Theresa's stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh you have a little bump. Isn't that cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresa put her hand on her stomach, feeling as if she had to protect her unborn child from Kitty's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I just wanted to apologize to Ned for our little argument before, and see if he wants to spend some time with Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pointed to the little boy playing in the grass. Theresa looked over at the boy, wondering at first why Ned would want to play with Kitty's son. Then she got a good look at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/Jackson2.jpg" width="286" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look on her face must have said it all, leaving Kitty with even more ammo then before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh didn't he tell you? Jackson is Ned's kid. Ned and I had him. Together. We're his parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An image flashed through Theresa's mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She reached out and grabbed Kitty by the throat, choking her until she fell to the ground, the life draining out of her. Theresa laughed a maniacal laugh as Kitty took her last breath. "Take that WITCH!" she said. She kicked the lifeless body, told the boy to disappear (which he obediently did), then went back inside, wiping the Kitty Scum off her hands.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresa shook her head, bringing her back into reality. Choking her to death would be great, but Theresa knew a better way to get to Kitty that wouldn't get her arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="345" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TherKitty6.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yeah I can tell your a mother. You have toddler snot or something on your dress there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ewww! Get it off of me! Oh my gosh, this is a new dress! Where is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; HEIGHT: 356px" height="375" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TherKitty7.jpg" width="362" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Kitty looked down, Theresa flipped her finger up quickly, getting Kitty in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="302" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TherKitty8.jpg" width="387" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresa broke out in laughter, only half believing that her trick actually worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Boy, you're as dumb as they come, aren't you? I can't believe you fell for that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="341" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TherKitty9.jpg" width="314" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty threw her arms down to her side, her face turning bright red with anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I HATE YOU THERESA LOOKIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Correction. It's Theresa Jagger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;UGGG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Kitty stormed off, Theresa yelled out one final bit of advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey Theresa, don't forget your kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kitty stopped in her tracks, turned around, stormed back over to Jackson, snatched him and his bear up off the ground, and stormed away again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 341px; HEIGHT: 369px" height="383" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TheresasMad.jpg" width="335" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening when Ned got home, he walked into the kitchen to find his wife scrubbing furiously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Uh oh. What happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 342px" height="365" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TheresasMad2.jpg" width="321" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresa threw her sponge down and walked over to Ned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What happened? You want to know what happened? Ned you....UGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting Theresa to calm down enough for her to tell him what she was upset about, Ned explained one important thing to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Theresa, the one and only night I had with Kitty Crumbower happened before I even met you. I was drunk and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He stopped before he described the night in too much detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I don't even think that kid is mine. She's slept with tons of men. It could be anybody's kid.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He wrapped his arms around Theresa and looked in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/NedTherMakeUp2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you thinking?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm thinking about how much I really hate that woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I love you Theresa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love you too Ned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/theresa-update-four-pt-1.html"&gt;&lt;- THERESA: Update 4 Pt 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/town-news-jamie.html"&gt;TOWN NEWS: Jamie -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115340864636138739?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115340864636138739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115340864636138739&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115340864636138739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115340864636138739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/theresa-update-four-pt-2.html' title='THERESA: Update Four Pt 2'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115340295789351015</id><published>2006-07-20T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T10:18:15.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THERESA: Update Four Pt 1</title><content type='html'>Theresa and Ned were sitting in the living room watching TV when the phone rang. Ned got up and answered the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Hi Maggie. Yes, she's here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reached out to hand the phone to Theresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Theresa, it's your sister. Good luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 355px" height="367" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TheresaPhone2.jpg" width="252" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresa took the phone, a little nervous to talk to her sister this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey Maggie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Good, you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Umm, let me think if there's anything new going on around here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresa paced around the house, talking to her sister and updating her on Ned and her job as a Patrol Officer. A few minutes later, she hung the phone up and walked back over to Ned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="376" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/NedDidUTell2.jpg" width="293" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ned wrapped his arms around Theresa and asked her how the phone call went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was ok. She was surprisingly easy to talk to this time. Must have upped her meds or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Did you tell her? About us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes I did. She was excited and made me thank her for sending you here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I meant about last night. Did you tell her about that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You mean about us getting married? Oops. Must have slipped my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Theresa, you're bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as Theresa was asking Ned to join her upstairs, the phone rang. It was Jesse. Ned listened as his brother told him that Kitty Crumbower was in town. He hung up the phone, took a deep breath and called Jag. After relaying the news to his oldest brother, Ned hung up the phone and turned to Theresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I have to go out for a little while, but hold that thought. I won't be long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kissed Theresa and walked out the door to go find Kitty Crumbower. It didn't take him long to locate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="359" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/KittyNed.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ned! Baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Stop. What are you doing here Kitty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now why do you boys keep asking me that? Can't a girl try out a new town?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Not you. You don't do anything for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty took a step towards Ned and put her seductive face on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ned. Remember that night in my parents pool house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Don't make me sick. I'd rather not remember that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh come on Ned. You must have some feelings left for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'll tell you the same thing I told you the last time you tried this. I never did have any feelings for you Kitty. It was a one night stand a long time ago. You've caused enough damage for me and my brothers. Why don't you just go back to whatever rock you crawled out from under.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh phooey. At least I saved you from marrying that horrible Theresa girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as Ned was getting ready to argue with Kitty about calling his wife horrible, he heard a sound come from inside the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/KittyNed4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What was that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What was what? I didn't hear anything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I did. I thought I heard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ned turned and started to walk into Kitty's house. Kitty got a grin on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stop. Ned. Oh no, a cute man is walking into my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He followed the noise inside, and soon found himself standing at the upstairs landing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 339px; HEIGHT: 280px" height="323" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/KittyNed6.jpg" width="387" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Kitty? You have a kid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah he's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Since when did you have a kid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 369px; HEIGHT: 260px" height="294" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/KittyNed7.jpg" width="405" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty leaned down and picked her son up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since you got me pregnant in my parents pool house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Whoa whoa whoa. That's not &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; kid. You aren't going to pin this on me Kitty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh give me a break Ned. Look at him. He's yours all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took her son downstairs and handed him a cracker. Ned followed her down, still dazed by what she was claiming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="338" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/KittyNed9.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What do you want from me Kitty? What is it going to take for you to leave me &amp; Theresa alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty gasped loudly, then blew up at Ned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're back with &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;?! You have a lot of nerve Ned Jagger. Leaving me there alone. Pregnant with &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; kid. Going off to marry...&lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ned waved his hand at her, sick of arguing and wanting to get home to Theresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;There's no way that kid is mine. You slept with almost every man in town. A lot of them had blonde hair. Doesn't mean he's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 348px" height="362" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/KittyNed11.jpg" width="323" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ned turned to walk away, but took one last look at the toddler sitting on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Good luck Kitty. Have a nice life...hopefully very far away from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went home and picked up with Theresa where they had left off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 220px" height="212" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TherNedSleep.jpg" width="387" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he drifted off to sleep, Ned's thoughts drifted back to the little boy that was sitting on Kitty's floor eating crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He does look like me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/suzie-update-four.html"&gt;&lt;- SUZIE: Update 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/theresa-update-four-pt-2.html"&gt;THERESA: Update 4 Pt 2 -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115340295789351015?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115340295789351015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115340295789351015&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115340295789351015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115340295789351015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/theresa-update-four-pt-1.html' title='THERESA: Update Four Pt 1'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115335233967718323</id><published>2006-07-19T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T09:38:48.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SUZIE: Update Four</title><content type='html'>Suzie walked into the living room to find Nolan reading a book. She hated to interrupt him, but she needed to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nolan? Do you have a minute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;For you Suzie, I have a lot of minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He closed the book and put it back on the bookshelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="357" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/NolanSuzieTries2Talk.jpg" width="384" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What's up? You ready to go break in the car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzie giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No Nolan. Well yes, but not right now. I need to tell you something first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 278px; HEIGHT: 348px" height="361" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/NolanSuzieTries2Talk2.jpg" width="278" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nolan reached his hand out and placed it on Suzie's cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Damn woman, you are sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzie felt herself getting weak at the knees again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nolan. I really have to tell you something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I have something to tell you too Suzie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You do? What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="336" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/NolanSuzieTries2Talk4.jpg" width="326" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nolan grabbed Suzie and started kissing her on the neck and down the front of her shirt. Lost in the moment, Suzie totally forgot about what she wanted to tell Nolan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/NolanSuzieTries2Talk6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the nausea came back. Suzie pushed Nolan off of her and ran towards the bathroom. Confused, Nolan stood in the spot where his wife had, for the first time, pushed him away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzie? What did I do wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 327px; HEIGHT: 305px" height="332" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzieSick3.jpg" width="322" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nolan walked into the bathroom just as Suzie was standing back up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Suzie? Are you ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reached his hand out and rubbed her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm more than ok Nolan. That's what I've been trying to tell you. I'm pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Pregnant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Geez. That is so sexy Suzie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzie blushed as she extended her arm, blocking Nolan from coming any closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hold it Tiger. Let me brush my teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After brushing her teeth, Nolan and Suzie went for a little ride in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 393px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="334" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/BreakingInCar.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzie's job was very physically demanding and her doctor had instructed her to take an extended leave of absence for the remainder of her pregnancy. At first she fought it, but after noticing how tired she was getting at work, Suzie gave in and took her maternity leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being home was boring for Suzie. She missed being where the action was. She wanted to be out there catching the bad guys, not home watching her feet disappear. She always had Nolan's days off to look forward to though. It didn't matter to her if they were breaking in another piece of furniture, or just playing chess. She just loved being with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 373px" height="392" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzieLabor1.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, just as she was getting ready to beat Nolan at chess, she jumped out of her seat and started waving her arm around in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Suzie? What are you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Trying to get someone's attention up there. I'm getting ready to go into labor and I don't want them to miss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="369" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzieLabor3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nolan jumped out of his seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Labor?! You mean, you're having the baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes Nolan that's ooooowwww what I mean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="357" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/NolanSoSorry.jpg" width="279" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Wow Suzie. I feel so responsible. Does it hurt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="345" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzieDemonSeed.jpg" width="321" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Of course it hurts and yes Nolan, you and your demon seed did this to me. OOOWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But you liked it when I was doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now is not the time Nolan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Right. Breathe Suzie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 361px; HEIGHT: 262px" height="262" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/RyanBorn.jpg" width="352" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of puffs and a magical spin later, and little Ryan Haggerty was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 293px; HEIGHT: 372px" height="399" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/NolanHoldRyan.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzie handed Ryan to his Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here Nolan, why don't you hold Ryan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Why don't you go lay down Suzie. You look exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will. Give me a sec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzieStartLabor2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Suzie? What are you doing? You already had the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One minute Nolan. Kinda busy here. Owwwwww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="350" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ReganBorn.jpg" width="369" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puff Puff Spin, and the Haggerty's welcome their daughter Regan into the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is NOBODY in this story listening to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/suzi-wedding.html"&gt;&lt;- SUZI: The Wedding&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/theresa-update-four-pt-1.html"&gt;THERESA: Update 4 Pt 1 -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115335233967718323?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115335233967718323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115335233967718323&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115335233967718323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115335233967718323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/suzie-update-four.html' title='SUZIE: Update Four'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115334632266650147</id><published>2006-07-19T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T18:39:49.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SUZI: The Wedding</title><content type='html'>Suzi and Jesse's wedding was only a few hours away. After being convinced by his brother Jag to tell Suzi the truth, Jesse decided to come clean about his job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Suzi, can we sit down and talk for a minute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sure Jesse. Is something wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ask me again after we talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held her hand in his, running his thumb over her fingers. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope Jag knows what he's talking about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're not getting cold feet I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;No way. I just wanted to tell you something that I haven't exactly been up front about with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse took a deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I rob banks for a living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzi stared at him with a blank look on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And what? That's what I wanted to tell you. I'm a bank robber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's it? Well I already knew that Jesse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You did? How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That girl that tried to break in, she knew you. I called the police station and asked about her. She's a known bank robber. I put two and two together. The spurts of money. The odd hours. And the black and white striped outfit in the closet helped a little too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JessSuziTalkMarry4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse hugged Suzi tightly, relieved to have his secret out in the open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Whew, that's a huge weight off my shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We'll talk about you changing careers later. We have a wedding to get ready for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But I don't want to change...oh forget it. Ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three hours later, the wedding was on. Jesse invited both of his brothers, Jag and Ned, along with Jag's wife Beans and Ned's girlfriend Theresa. Suzi invited a friend from work, Marcie Landgraab and a neighbor from down the street, Alvin Andrews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JessSuzWed2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple decided to write their own vows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Jesse, take you, Suzi, to be my wife. I promise to love all your cats (when you finally get some) and to never buy a dog. I vow to always be ready to put out all the fires and beat up all the burglars that might come your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Suzi, take you, Jesse, to be my husband. I promise to overlook all the odd hours you put in at "work" and to never ask to see your "office". I vow to always be ready to lie to the police, telling them that you were home with me all night playing chess and looking through the telescope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="348" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JessSuzWed7.jpg" width="352" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they exchanged rings, Suzi leaned in to Jesse and whispered a question to him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jesse. You actually &lt;em&gt;bought&lt;/em&gt; these rings right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Of course I did Suzi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just checkin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; HEIGHT: 338px" height="379" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JessSuzWed9.jpg" width="367" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Suzi and Jesse had their first kiss as Mr &amp; Mrs Jagger, they received a standing ovation from their friends and family watching. Some of the ladies in the audience did seem a little distracted though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 327px" height="345" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/UhLadies.jpg" width="381" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uh ladies? You do realize we're standing right here as you're swooning over the old guy in the back row, don't you? Ladies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beans came up to Suzi afterwards to give her a special congratulatory hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So you realize what this means, do you Suzi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No Beans, what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We have the same name now - Suzy Jagger and Suzi Jagger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wow. How cool is that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JessSuzCake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newlyweds wasted no time in cutting the cake, if only to distract the other ladies from the power of Alvin's seductory ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jesse, remember what I told you. I love this dress and I don't want cake all over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I know. I remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JessSuzCake2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse &amp; Suzi cut a piece of cake together, then Jesse grabbed a fork and carefully fed it to his bride, without getting a crumb on her dress. After Suzi fed Jesse his bite, she grabbed her own piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzEatsCake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat down and devoured her cake, not noticing that her dress had gotten caught on the table and was stuck under the plate that her cake was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JessSuzDance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone was done eating, it was time for the couple's first dance as husband and wife. Jesse wrapped his arms around his wife and pulled her close. As "Feels So Right" by Alabama played, he sang softly to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 393px; HEIGHT: 269px" height="269" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/Dancing.jpg" width="414" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His brothers ended up joining in, Jag with his wife and Ned with his girlfriend. Marcie Landgraab joined in too, going stag since her husband was working late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="256" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JessSuzWornOut.jpg" width="364" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night after the party was over, Jesse and Suzi wore themselves out on their special bed. Three times (yes three times!) later, they both finally turned over and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/suzi-update-four.html"&gt;&lt;- SUZI: Update Four&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/suzie-update-four.html"&gt;SUZIE: Update Four -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115334632266650147?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115334632266650147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115334632266650147&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115334632266650147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115334632266650147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/suzi-wedding.html' title='SUZI: The Wedding'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115334577819722611</id><published>2006-07-19T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T19:00:14.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SUZI: Update Four</title><content type='html'>Jesse was out for a walk around the neighborhood when a woman with a dark tan and long blonde hair grabbed his attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That can't be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned away and started walking again, certain he was seeing someone that just looked like her. But she looked too much like her to be somebody else. He turned towards her again to take another look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh no. This can't be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked towards the house, trying to think of how to approach her. Before he could come up with something, she saw him. A squeaky screech let out from the yard as she shuffled towards him, not able to fully run in her short skirt and high heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh my gawd, Jesse Jagger! I can't believe it's you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JesseKitty3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she got close enough to attempt a hug, Jesse took a step back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kitty Crumbower. What the heck are you doing in Pleasantview?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Aren't you happy to see me Jesse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not at all. Which one of my brothers are you after now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She crossed her arms in defiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Who said I'm after one of your stupid brothers. There are plenty of fish in the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Give it up Kitty. Who are you here to make life a living hell for, Ned or Jag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Maybe I'm here for you Loverboy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh give me a break Kitty. Now out with it. Ned or Jag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;For your information Jesse, I'm not here for either of them. I just needed to start over in a new town that's all. How would I know that you guys would all live here too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went through all the guys in Harrisonburg, did you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Now now Jesse. You know I don't kiss and tell. But, if that's an offer, I accept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Over my dead body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oooo sounds kinky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm warning you Kitty. Stay away from my brothers. I know you can't understand this concept, but they're happy. They don't need you stepping in and screwing everything up. For once in your pathetic little life, do something right and stay away from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse stormed away, feeling nothing but rage towards Kitty and the strong need to protect his brothers. When he got home, he made the necessary phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="363" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JesseCallsNed.jpg" width="278" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey Ned, it's Jesse. Hey man, you won't believe who I just saw in town.&lt;br /&gt;No, it was Kitty Crumbower.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm sure it's her. I talked to her.&lt;br /&gt;No, she hasn't changed one bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No man, I didn't mention Theresa. That would have just put Kitty on the prowl again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah, call Jag would you? I have to go to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thanks Ned. Later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't technically work that Jesse had to do. What he had to do was more like practicing for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="343" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JessePracLying.jpg" width="352" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yeah Suzi. I love the blue lacey curtains. What man wouldn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 309px" height="341" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JessePracLying2.jpg" width="355" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh cccccccrappppppp. Bbbbbbbbustedddddddddd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse couldn't concentrate on his "studies". Between his concern for what Kitty was up to, and his wedding day coming up in just one day, he was too distracted to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow, I'm going to be a married man. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And one of these days, I've going to have to tell her what I do for a living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/kate-update-four.html"&gt;&lt;- KATE: Update Four&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/suzi-wedding.html"&gt;SUZI: The Wedding -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115334577819722611?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115334577819722611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115334577819722611&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115334577819722611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115334577819722611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/suzi-update-four.html' title='SUZI: Update Four'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115334288935958659</id><published>2006-07-19T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T16:50:25.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>KATE: Update Four</title><content type='html'>Kate's mother decided to invite herself over for dinner so that she could meet Trent. Kate started noticing that during the evening, her mother was being nicer and nicer to Trent. Could it be that she actually liked him? Could it be that Kate finally did something right in her mother's eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 319px" height="332" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/KateTellsTrent.jpg" width="276" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, Trent approached Kate with a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey, at dinner your mom said something about needing a bigger house. What was that all about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bigger house? Us? Hmm. I don't know. Let me think. Why would we need a bigger house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 275px; HEIGHT: 324px" height="324" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/KateTellsTrent2.jpg" width="294" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent put his arms around Kate's shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Kate! Are you? You're not?! Are you?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes Trent. I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 305px; HEIGHT: 314px" height="334" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/KateTellsTrent3.jpg" width="321" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent reached down and touched Kate's stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Wow. We're going to have a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And eventually we will need that bigger house, although it could wait for a little while I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="347" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TrentRubsKateBelly.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six months later, the Browns were very close to their baby's due date. Trent loved rubbing Kate's stomach. He was amazed at the concept of his baby growing inside of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Geez Trent, can I just walk through the room for once without you stopping me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;No way. I have to say hello as often as I can. I want the baby to know my voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/KateVeryPreg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate was feeling very pregnant and very ready to have her baby. There weren't many times during the day that she was actually comfortable any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 357px; HEIGHT: 348px" height="381" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/KateWatchesTrentWO.jpg" width="346" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course she did have some hobbies that helped her get her mind off of how uncomfortable she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh hi Kate. What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nothing. Don't mind me. Keep going. I'm just here to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ok.&lt;/span&gt; *Trent laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="377" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TrentBigStrong.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent had been working out a lot lately. He had quit his job as a mailman and had been hired as an All Star. It was his dream job, but it meant he had to stay in top shape. Lookin' good there Trent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately it also meant long grueling hours. He kept his cell phone close to him though, in case Kate needed anything and for when she went into labor. It was the one call he didn't want to miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/KateLabor2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as Murphy's Law would have it, Kate didn't have time to call Trent when she went into labor. As she was walking out of the shower, the pain quickly hit. Before she knew it, she was holding their new baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="374" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JillianBorn.jpg" width="322" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aww, hello little angel. I'm your Mommy. You're a precious one, aren't you? What was that name that Daddy liked so much? Oh yes. Jillian. That's your new name. Jillian Brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 280px" height="307" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TrentCrib.jpg" width="430" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent was upset about missing his daughter's birth, but he made up for in the amount of attention he gave her. He tucked her in and gave her a kiss on the forehead, taking in her baby scent as he kissed her. Then he went to give his wife a different kind of kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TrentKateAnother.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well Kate, you sure do make one beautiful baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh well, you had a little to do with it Trent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yeah I suppose I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey, guess who called me today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Deb Von Tristenburg. She said that we're allowed to have more than one baby now. Isn't that great?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Really? Awesome! Let's go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*giggles* &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TrentKateWH.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey guys. Stop that. Deb lied. ONE KID PER FAMILY. That's the rule and it's not changing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trent?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kate?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/ivy-update-four.html"&gt;&lt;- IVY: Update Four&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/suzi-update-four.html"&gt;SUZI: Update Four -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115334288935958659?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115334288935958659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115334288935958659&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115334288935958659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115334288935958659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/kate-update-four.html' title='KATE: Update Four'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115327654027130232</id><published>2006-07-18T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T16:02:12.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IVY: Update Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="205" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SpiveyHouse.jpg" width="399" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to life in the Walton household. Where the sun is always shining (except at nighttime) and the birds are always chirping (except when they're asleep).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 285px; HEIGHT: 310px" height="330" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ElmerIvyCuddle.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ivy and Elmer are constantly in wedded bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, welcome to the &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; Walton household...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="236" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/TristenHighChair.jpg" width="303" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mommy? Daddy? Hellooooo? Someone? Anyone? Yoo hoo! I want out! Baby has to peeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="390" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ElmerFeedsTristan.jpg" width="293" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't worry, I got ya Buddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Daddy! Thank goodness. To the potty! Quick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 305px" height="305" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ElmerIvyTalk.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ivy, you left Tristen in the high chair again. You've got to stop doing that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I did? Rut roh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ElmerURHot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's a good thing you're wearing that bathing suit. You know I can't stay mad at you when you're in that.&lt;/span&gt; *Elmer wiggles his eyebrows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Why do you think I wear it so often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 387px; HEIGHT: 324px" height="354" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/NolanIvyChess.jpg" width="385" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between her husband, their son and her demanding job as a Record Store Clerk, Ivy still found time to hang out with her friends. One of her best friends is Nolan Haggerty (yes, that's Suzie Scorpio Haggerty's hubby).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You realize that I'm going to beat the pants off of you, don't you Nolan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Like always Ivy and yet, I keep coming back for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Typical male.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'll ignore that. So how are things at home Ivy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pretty good, although sometimes Elmer is a little...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A little what? Ha - got your Knight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A little...serious. He really pushes Tristen to learn things all the time. There's no time for fun. I had him out on the trampoline and Elmer freaked out that he had to practice his alphabet. He's just a little kid. Kids should have fun. Check Mate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="305" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/NolanIvyChess3.jpg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What? Already? We just started. That's impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Read 'em and weep Nolan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Geez. When will I learn to stop playing this dumb game with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Probably never. Same time tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/NolanIvyChess4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ivy hugged her friend goodbye, he left her with some parting advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey, go easy on Elmer. He's doing what he thinks is right for that boy of yours. He's a good guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah. He is, isn't he? Thanks Nolan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 326px" height="370" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/IvyTendsPlants.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy went back home, got back in her bathing suit and got back to doing a whole lot of ... nothing. First she spent some time tending to her plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 333px" height="333" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/IvyPaints.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she started a new painting. As she painted she thought about what Nolan said. Elmer is a good guy and she knew he was only doing what he thought was best for Tristen, she just wished he could lighten up sometimes. She wanted him to be more spontaneous. Do things out of the blue. Things that were totally unexpected. Things that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/ElmerGooseIvy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Woowee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/countryhearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/deb-update-four.html"&gt;&lt;- DEB: Update Four&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; /&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/kate-update-four.html"&gt;KATE: Update Four -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30593279-115327654027130232?l=legacygirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/feeds/115327654027130232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30593279&amp;postID=115327654027130232&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115327654027130232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30593279/posts/default/115327654027130232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacygirls.blogspot.com/2006/07/ivy-update-four.html' title='IVY: Update Four'/><author><name>Beans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117322109060959339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/SuzyWickedGrin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30593279.post-115327313096342347</id><published>2006-07-18T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:36:20.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DEB: Update Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 373px; HEIGHT: 291px" height="311" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DebJettToddler.jpg" width="372" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deb was having baby fever. Her little baby girl had just celebrated her first birthday and wasn't so little anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/DebTeachesJettWalk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deb spent the whole night with Jett, spending as much time as she could on things like learning to walk and talk. Jett was a very quick learner and in no time was fully potty trained, talking up a storm and was walking all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/JettLevitate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, being the daughter of a legendary vampire gave Jett a few advantages in the talents department. Levitating was her favorite new trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="282" src="http://www.traceyourtree.com/ridge/sims/CtDebPaint.jpg" width="361" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deb and her husband took up a few new hobbies, like painting. Even though there were the mighty Von Tristenburgs, they needed their quiet nights at 
