tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58771034503767073452024-03-21T00:17:49.607-07:00Twin RidgeOne family, one town. As their lives spin round and round, will they be successful or out of control?Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00053169905144052535noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877103450376707345.post-35954602816396584162011-11-06T12:54:00.000-08:002011-11-06T12:54:37.834-08:00Snyder-Stopping at Eleven<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8aZMSQ4qlnnH7kbwMM3x2SqS91WtBN_RuOPS-Cxhjfa77gCYF-j8H7Oeh89-IvLwsHAlnGGhO8cfX7sebYzzhaISv-XSuecVS12rybAfbgVEtij2foKBweyV8ysC93qWJiya5eQJZLCJZ/s1600/snapshot_766cd77f_fa9b6d41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8aZMSQ4qlnnH7kbwMM3x2SqS91WtBN_RuOPS-Cxhjfa77gCYF-j8H7Oeh89-IvLwsHAlnGGhO8cfX7sebYzzhaISv-XSuecVS12rybAfbgVEtij2foKBweyV8ysC93qWJiya5eQJZLCJZ/s320/snapshot_766cd77f_fa9b6d41.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Okay, so that's not my better side! Paul here. Tell you what, after 11 kids, you tend to stop worrying about how your backside looks when pictures are taken. You're just happy if the point of the picture comes through! The point of this picture is quite simple. When Christy and I aren't busy with the kids, we're very busy keeping the house running. A maid comes in once a day to clean up the messes we can't get to, but aside from that, I'm the repairman and gardner, and Christy is the seamstress and mediator! The kids are all old enough now to fix their own meals, I just make sure there's plenty in the fridge or juicer to keep them happy. Our little farmhouse is bursting at the seams, but we couldn't be happier!</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This picture may or may not have made it's appearance already, I'm too tired and too old to figure out if the picture is a repeat. Suffice to say the kids like it when it snows so much that school gets cancelled. It has to snow pretty bad for that to happen though! They all gather around on the playground in our front yard and by the end of the day, we're feeding half the neighborhood!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our Kenny and Jenny both celebrated their birthdays this go-round. Kenny was first....</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He's become such a handsome young man. Christy's worried about all the young ladies who've started calling here for Kenny. I keep trying to tell her she has nothing to worry about. The boy is always going to love her, after all, she is his mother! But, you know how moms and their sons are!</div><br />
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</div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Unfortunately, we didn't get a picture of Jenny before she transitioned. You hear the girls talk, they'll tell you it's because all we care about is Kenny because he's the one who will bring the next generation in our home. Not true, but that's girls for you. I've learned to just keep quiet, 9 daughters will do that to ya!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkzHwO9WNzv2qeumWcAcE-jX9ySA8R3VQ0si-XqIbKsZzbgt00nWRbsSH6U4hbaDLQ7pVghvbHiG4q02_gHqTFsuf2Gq9E0f3b_0eAbleS0qjkFIqcIEdFUMzngaCxLWxraFT2pczIi77V/s1600/snapshot_766cd77f_5bc295bf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkzHwO9WNzv2qeumWcAcE-jX9ySA8R3VQ0si-XqIbKsZzbgt00nWRbsSH6U4hbaDLQ7pVghvbHiG4q02_gHqTFsuf2Gq9E0f3b_0eAbleS0qjkFIqcIEdFUMzngaCxLWxraFT2pczIi77V/s320/snapshot_766cd77f_5bc295bf.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our girl Gabrielle moved out of the house just after the twins celebrated their birthdays. She's gone to live at TRU with Frankie for a while. I'm not real sure what she's decided to study, you'd do better asking Christy about that. I seem to remember some talk about teaching, but I find myself left out of a lot of those conversations. Christy tells me if I stopped talking to the trees I'd know what's going on, but let me ask you this...have you ever heard a tree talk back?....I think not.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here's my last four at home. From left to right, Isabella, Heather, Kenny and Jenny. Kenny rather enjoys being the only boy in the home. I talked with Andy the other day on the phone about how Kenny struts around like king of the house and he tells me that's how he felt for the longest time. "Dad, as the only boy in the house, if you don't show that you're the tough one, the girls will barrell right over ya!" I never noticed my girls being anything but loving towards the two boys, but of course, parents don't always see everything.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One thing I can say, our kids do a lot together. From skill building to just hanging out, they are a real close bunch of kids. Even when their nieces and nephews come over (some of them are older than this bunch), they tend to find themselves off in a corner chatting away.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our girl Emil came over with her husband for a short visit the other night. They left their girls at home with a babysitter. "Mom, I don't know how you did it with eleven! It's so hard with just two!" My wife loves when the girls come over and show their appreciation to her. She went so long crying herself to sleep at times worrying over those girls. I'm so proud of our kids! They've grown into such amazing teens, adults and parents! </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And just for the record, this really is my better side! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm sending you off now to see what our Frankie and Gabrielle are up to at TRU.</div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00053169905144052535noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877103450376707345.post-7528775507797941762011-03-20T15:34:00.000-07:002011-03-20T15:34:35.597-07:00Nott-What you think<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYC5ks9mdvJp8X0biy11jEcHmyqFIRmCrrzSfgJLKv0sEDetg68TtnJ0sgQeBdD-1EEUnrUWH5N6cg8zBwBA0KQfw-qr3GRSk5GjXQcFY10Vx6n8gqHZo0SG_ZWeqa8L3CWRlu4rwZIDcp/s1600/snapshot_7a893868_5a893ebb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYC5ks9mdvJp8X0biy11jEcHmyqFIRmCrrzSfgJLKv0sEDetg68TtnJ0sgQeBdD-1EEUnrUWH5N6cg8zBwBA0KQfw-qr3GRSk5GjXQcFY10Vx6n8gqHZo0SG_ZWeqa8L3CWRlu4rwZIDcp/s320/snapshot_7a893868_5a893ebb.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Emily here! Twin to Debbie and 5th child to Paul and Christy Snyder. This is Gordon and I getting married. We did the traditional thing and were married in our back yard with only close family and friends in attendance. <br />
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Debbie was there in all her pregnancy glory! She sure is beautiful isn't she!? Once we cut the cake, she couldn't stay away from the cake!<br />
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Once we were married, we decided to spruce up the house a bit and while out shopping I took a detour to the little clothing shop in town. I'm sure we all know what this is a picture of...<br />
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Yep, Gordon only minutes earlier surprised me in the fitting rooms...*sigh* that husband of mine is quite the romantic!<br />
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We donned our new clothes and look. We both went for a more adult look. I did away with my school girl clothes and hairstyle and Gordon decided the Afro was a more college look. <br />
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One of the things we bought while shopping for our home was this cutesie hot tub. We had more fun in that thing than I think is legal!<br />
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Like Debbie, we didn't get pregnant immediately and I started to feel very maternal. I talked to Gordon and convinced him to make a call...<br />
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And we adopted our first pet!<br />
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Meet Titus!! He's the sweetest little puppy yet! Mom and Dad tried out having cats in our home when I was a kid, and I've always liked dogs more. So, we're going to try it out and see how it goes.<br />
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I love this picture of little Titus trying with all his might to get into his big boy bed. The struggle was too amusing to not get on film!<br />
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Pretty soon I was finding myself running to the restroom to empty my stomach. I knew immediately all my dreams were coming true!<br />
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For some reason, my sisters and I find ourselves running to the sewing machine when we find ourselves pregnant. I'm not quite sure what that compulsion is, maybe it's the cost of baby clothes.<br />
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I noticed one day that my tummy was a bit rounder than I remembered. It struck me while painting a picture one afternoon and Gordon thought it would be funny to catch my expression on camera!<br />
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I couldn't wait to call mom and tell her the good news! My smile was a mile wide...along with my exhaustion!<br />
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Gordon helped out with training Titus. It seemed I could never catch him before he had to pee, so Gordon was the one responsible for paper training Titus. Gordon was very busy with working in the Slacker field and housebreaking our puppy.<br />
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Soon, our little boy was becoming an adult dog! The sparkles surrounding him as he transitioned into an adult dog were very reminiscent of our own transitioning period.<br />
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The very same day that Titus grew up I went into labor. Gordon was at work when I found myself in the bathroom (big surprise, right?!) having the labor pains. So, I had a couple surprises for Gordon when he got home!<br />
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Surprise one is little Addison..<br />
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And surprise two is baby Bianca! You thought I meant Titus didn't you?! Nope, these two beauties were completely natural. No cheesecake here! I didn't eat at mom and dad's like Debbie did! <br />
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Big sister Carol came over to welcome the twins. She was such a huge help those first few days. I don't work, so most of the household chores are mine. So while Gordon is at work, Carol helped out with the yard work, as that's her specialty!<br />
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Well, that's about it. Here's a picture of our humble abode. Thanks to sister Carol, the yard is quite beautiful! I believe mom and dad are up next, so til next time, I wish you Adieus!<br />
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Titus found out what happens when you get a little too close for comfort to a skunk!<br />
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Isn't he just the cutest little pup sleeping in his bed?Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00053169905144052535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877103450376707345.post-68533825707911419032011-03-19T14:04:00.000-07:002011-03-19T14:04:09.645-07:00Owens-Another Wedding to Report<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKGnhCR5LRAOqZLCzEqD8hOLqLy8OOzA5KVSf21CMtNzN0xsX0D0VLN-pDP6CPl2B2NWVvrGIiNntj8CYeh6-C88tnWJCGU1q1HzFyy98nlv162u8jAwTl4nw2CHWjjtwfQMsB_e2eQVuL/s1600/snapshot_f690f71f_39193d21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKGnhCR5LRAOqZLCzEqD8hOLqLy8OOzA5KVSf21CMtNzN0xsX0D0VLN-pDP6CPl2B2NWVvrGIiNntj8CYeh6-C88tnWJCGU1q1HzFyy98nlv162u8jAwTl4nw2CHWjjtwfQMsB_e2eQVuL/s320/snapshot_f690f71f_39193d21.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Hi friends! I'm pretty sure this is how you all last saw Aiden and I. I'm Debbie, the fourth born to Paul and Christy Snyder. You'll be hearing from my twin sister, Emily, soon enough. But for now, this is our turn and our story! So, tuck yourself in for a bit and grab a cuppa' java!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Aiden and I had saved a lot during our University years. We did a lot of painting, sewing, digging, etc., and managed to save enough to buy this cute little home. Of course, I didn't know that Aiden had left school until he showed up on my parents door step! He told me about how he'd thought about it and how Frankie had told him to follow his heart. Who knew my little sister could be so smart! Now, don't go thinkin' I encourage anyone to drop out of school. But, let's face it, Aiden was only there to be near me, and his Lifetime wish, surprisingly, does not require a college degree.</div><br />
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Mom, Dad and my sisters came by for our wedding. I was so happy to see them again! It'd been so long since the Snyder girls had all been under one roof together!<br />
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We said our "I Do's" under the wedding arch with rose petals falling all around us. It was absolutely amazing!<br />
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And of course, I was so excited I jumped into Aidens arms as soon as the ceremony was over! I whispered to him about how I couldn't wait for our honeymoon and maybe start our own family!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've heard so many of my friends say that they hate this part of the wedding festivities. You know, the cutting of the cake. But honestly, what are the chances that I'll have a daughter that will want to wear my wedding gown? Besides, if I do, and she does, I'm sure that the dry cleaners will get the stains out! It's what they do! </div><br />
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We decided to take an Asian honeymoon. The hospitality of the Eastern area is beyond belief! They know how to treat a sim so well!<br />
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Though neither of us has a speck of Asian blood, we decided to look the part and wore eastern garb. It was so exciting!<br />
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We played Mahjong...<br />
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I raked a garden...(Someone said I'd get some sort of satisfaction out of it, but truthfully, all I got was a few blisters on my hands!)<br />
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And I learned how to Teleport! That's useful, let me tell you! When you're at the back of the house and the car pool shows up and is about to leave, "POOF" you're there!<br />
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Anyway, it was bound to happen. We had to leave. Our car pool showed up and off we went. Back to reality.<br />
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Of course, once back to Twin Ridge, we couldn't very well continue wearing Eastern Garb, so I ran into town and bought us a couple new outfits. I decided that it wouldn't hurt to pick up the needle and thread again when I saw how expensive the clothes were!<br />
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Aiden and I had a difficult time finding jobs in our chosen career path. Aiden hopes to one day become an Education Minister and my dream is to become a Captain Hero. Neither careers were hiring. So, we worked a bit on our skills. Thankfully, we'd saved so much that it wasn't necessary that we start to work right away, anyway. It also gave us plenty of time to "work" on starting a family!<br />
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I worked on my painting skill and earned a pass into the secret community for all things artistic! So far, my little art room has only one painting and a very messy desk, but I'm thinking about taking up learning how to sculpt as well. Mom does so well with it, though I don't think I want one of those monstrous Vases she's made!<br />
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Finally, Aiden found a job as a Substitute Teacher, and was promoted the same day he started. He had a couple more promotions and is now a Guest Speaker. I'm so proud of him!<br />
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It took a bit longer to find a job for myself, but it eventually happened. I'm currently the Police Chief for Twin Ridge! Mom and dad were so excited for me that they invited us over for dinner. Mom made her infamous Roasted Turkey and for dessert Cheesecake. For some reason she and dad got a chuckle from that...<br />
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I'm obviously not the fertile mertile my mother is, but I finally started to think I might be pregnant!<br />
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It was either that or Aiden's cooking, and although he started off pretty shaky, Aiden's actually a very good cook!<br />
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But, I was for sure pregnant, and started working on a wardrobe for our new little one. I thought I better sharpen up the needle a bit!<br />
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I leave you today friends, with a beautiful picture of our winter wonderland home. I find the snow so beautiful!<br />
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<div align="center"><strong>Odd Pic Out:</strong></div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXMvMNHjrxdN1sxDQzTgXj8A6tk_cvribTl9W4T60D3CpNOTb0TgitLq39UJVkFDg3DN-GnhfOSHuFovicV__iP9D88WvaO9a7hqy4Ca-UlGPRui6Lp3_nkhRFei0YwHaHfPvmHwVaOkBS/s1600/snapshot_da25f7e6_ba89244e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXMvMNHjrxdN1sxDQzTgXj8A6tk_cvribTl9W4T60D3CpNOTb0TgitLq39UJVkFDg3DN-GnhfOSHuFovicV__iP9D88WvaO9a7hqy4Ca-UlGPRui6Lp3_nkhRFei0YwHaHfPvmHwVaOkBS/s320/snapshot_da25f7e6_ba89244e.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Well, I didn't get a "Prego Pop" because well, the walls were down, as you can see here. But I somehow managed to get a picture of the initial "pop" and got a little nervous when I looked at the picture and saw how huge she was...but it was just all in the timing. After the "pop" went down, she was normal size. :)</div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00053169905144052535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877103450376707345.post-42892997830312865982010-11-28T16:10:00.000-08:002010-11-28T16:10:03.347-08:00Twin Ridge Retirement Community<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDpebYYdhcvDEHIoL3C_pnmbRy_y_F8Uq9PHrtEvqIqRfgbY8GYVG1ptqZfgqxVf5KY19VW0Ysg2TiQt6byGilOMmKSWLqYCWZxPN1wptksNldq1JAgT8UUjtjpqI1qN2BUeXckhUyNOal/s1600/snapshot_0000001f_f9febba5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDpebYYdhcvDEHIoL3C_pnmbRy_y_F8Uq9PHrtEvqIqRfgbY8GYVG1ptqZfgqxVf5KY19VW0Ysg2TiQt6byGilOMmKSWLqYCWZxPN1wptksNldq1JAgT8UUjtjpqI1qN2BUeXckhUyNOal/s320/snapshot_0000001f_f9febba5.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've done it again. I've spent the day building. If you're following the story here, you'll know that Paul and Christy are nearing retirement. Well, actually, they've already retired. They, however, are not ready to move to a retirement home just yet, especially considering that Kenny is still a child and needs to get through TRU first. Anyway, I had this idea of a retirement community in my mind, and although there are tons of amazing creators in the Sim Community, I didn't want to spend all that time trying to find exactly what I wanted. So, I built it.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is not a community lot, it is not a hotel, and it is not an apartment building. Let me repeat, this is <em>not</em> an apartment building. Although I enjoy playing the apartments, I wanted this to be a true community. One where everyone who lives here contributes to the success of the home.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That, and I'm a bit of a control freak, so I wanted to be able to control all who live here at one time, and make it one "round" when I play it! So, yes, there's a motive to my madness!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Okay, with that out of the way, a little about the home. Obviously, it's pretty big. In fact, there are 7 bedrooms upstairs. I originally wanted 8, but then I got to thinking that there's a very small chance that I'll actually have 8 individuals, rather than at least one couple. Also, I needed a bathroom upstairs!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, I've had a bunch of pictures above of the outside. Very little landscaping has been done. I will focus on that more when I actually play the lot. However, I thought it might be nice to allow the Seniors have a way to get downstairs from the second floor balconies. Every bedroom has a door to the balcony above. Let's go inside, shall we?</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is the entry. I wanted a warm entry, yet somewhat formal too. I didn't really care for the staircases that comes with Mansions and Garden SP. Using those would have only allowed one way around the stairs, and I could just see the "traffic jam" that would have caused!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Going towards the right from the entry, we have a music room. I left enough space so that it could really be turned into a hobby room. Remove some of the furniture, and you could add a sewing machine, easel, whatever you'd like.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Down the hall is an exercise room. Even the elderly should stay fit! However, again, this is a place to, let's face it, put our older sims until "that day". So, if you want to change that around to be something like a game room, like Chess Set, Mahjongg game, etc., this would be a great room for that as well.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The kitchen is next. The "heart" of the home! It's hard to tell in this picture, but there are two stoves, two refrigerators, and two mixers. I think it would be a little difficult to believe that at any given time, only one sim would be hungry. There's also a juicer and coffee maker.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Across from the kitchen is the dining area. As you can see, I didn't do much decorating. I made this place as simple as possible so that anyone who wants to change things up, they can. I will say this though, the dining area is a little smaller than I had originally wanted. But, really, they won't be spending that much time in there, hopefully!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Next we have the "library". Between the dining area and library is two restrooms with two public toilets each. Here we have a very narrow reading area, which again, I figure the sims will either read in their rooms or outside. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Going upstairs, the bedrooms circle the stairs with the two bathrooms being at the top of the stairs.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I didn't take a bunch of pictures of the bedrooms. I only took one picture of one of the bathrooms to give an idea of how they look. Both are the same, with one being for women and one for men. The bedrooms are not decorated at all. I've wallpapered and placed flooring, but that's it, aside from doors and windows, of course.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now the important part. There are two items in the house that is considered CC. They would be a recolor of stairs by Numenor and a recolor of the railing upstairs to match the stairs. Obviously, I try to keep all CC at a minimum when I know I will be uploading for others to use. The lot may be downloaded <a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ja7j0g7nhammsoh">here</a>. The size of the file is 2.02 MB. I'm sure that if it's an apartment that you want, it can be easily changed. As usual, enjoy the home, do what you want with it. Please give credit where credit is due, and don't upload as your own work. Happy Simming!</div><div align="left"></div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00053169905144052535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877103450376707345.post-11688445052791365822010-11-27T21:23:00.000-08:002010-11-27T21:23:38.025-08:00Carol Snyder-It's All About Nature<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidLhKGniSdjmvEPkul9thQWV6DdiOAB3ZF6Yu902yAkt5yOLSh3IsKNOK5pEzb0_07e43MyJpMCweP1ZuW9MPsFKJxglackMYA9jzYENHv5Tl1XvnyFi6ktydjVqlD4srEdU1PTBBep5kf/s1600/Chapter_Opener.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="243" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidLhKGniSdjmvEPkul9thQWV6DdiOAB3ZF6Yu902yAkt5yOLSh3IsKNOK5pEzb0_07e43MyJpMCweP1ZuW9MPsFKJxglackMYA9jzYENHv5Tl1XvnyFi6ktydjVqlD4srEdU1PTBBep5kf/s320/Chapter_Opener.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well, I suppose it's my turn. Carol here, third child of Paul and Christy Snyder, second born, second daughter. I know. "Say what"?! I'm sure my sister Brittne quickly explained that <em>she's</em> really the first child because mom and dad adopted Andy. It's an on-going thing between those two. Anyway, the above picture is a collage that my partner Rosemarie and I put together. This is basically where I think dad left everyone on us. We married, we adopted Aiden, we taught him to walk, he became a child. So lets move along to the rest of our story, shall we?</div><br />
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Rosemarie and I spend most of our evenings working on our chosen passion. She enjoys painting while I enjoy creating new patterns for clothes, or curtains. I've not worked a day in my life, whereas Rosemarie was the Education Minister for a while. She recently left her job, basically because we have more than enough simoleons to live out the rest of our days.<br />
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</tbody></table>On Rosemarie's last day of work, I invited my parents and my youngest siblings that still live at home, over. The two youngest didn't come over as they had school work and projects. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">While dad blogged about his favorite hobby, sports, mom caught up with Aiden and enjoyed listening to his stories about school.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rosemarie found her way over to dad eventually, like I knew she would and kept him in deep conversation for a little while. I've known since TRU that my partner has had a crush on my father. Mind you, I have never had any attraction to the opposite sex, whereas Rosemarie was the head cheerleader for all four years at TRU. She dated many guys, mostly from the football team. Her attraction to me confused her terribly and had a hard time accepting her love initially. Eventually, she grew to accept our love.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One things for sure, she loves our son very much! She had the pond in the back dug for him, she had a small playground installed for him, and I assure you, anytime Aiden wants a snack, be it cookies, cake, soda, etc., he gets it. No matter if I say "No".</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'd been feeling lately like somethings been missing and tried to talk to Rosemarie about it. She's always wanted a child of her own, and I know that was one of the things she had the hardest time with. I started to research other options, once again.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile, she continued her painting and eventually got into the Zone.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">In a little corner of our bedroom, our diplomas, insect collections, and plaques for the Arts and Crafts hobby adorn the wall.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">My little brother came home with Aiden one day from school. It was really nice to see him as I have never been in the same childhood home with him. It was especially nice for Aiden that particular day!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Became a teen! What a great looking young man, no?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile, I kept my gardens. I had heard somewhere that the more you spray insecticide on your plants and trees, the happier they and <em>you</em> will be. I didn't understand that....at the time....</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Because the next thing I knew, I was what I'd only heard rumors about. A Plantsim!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Rosemarie and Aiden, unfortunately did not take to my transition very well. They would literally ignore me when I'd walk in the room. I had no idea how to address this. I spoke with mom, and if I was surprised over their accepting my being gay, I was even more so when she was ecstatic over my being a Plantsim! "Paulie!! We gotta go see the girls! No, no, not at TRU, Carol and Rosie. Wait til you see your little girl...." That was what I heard when mom and I hung up! I am so relieved that mom and dad are so understanding!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Aiden snuck out at night, thinking I didn't know. He was picked up by his cousin, Adam. I called Brittne to talk to her the next morning about it, but all she kept saying to me is "Wow, Carol, I suppose that Andy will want to be a Plantsim next and he'll say he did it first". I really wish she'd let go of her childish grudges!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Aiden snuck back home, still believing I had no idea he was out. He's been such a good kid, so I thought I'd let it go for a bit, and if his behavior continues, I'll talk to him about it. After all, I don't require sleep anymore.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then, Rosemarie surprised me. I think what I took as anger and hurt from her, was really jealousy! </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My beautiful Rosie became a Plantsim right beside me! Now she truly fits her nickname that mom has called her all these years!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well, we did the only natural thing. We sprouted babies! <em><span style="font-size: x-small;">(It's really funny watching this. They shake their head like crazy and it looks like bugs are falling out of their hair!)</span></em></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My little girl was born first, Basil.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And then Rosie had her little girl, Chamomile. Yes, we purposely named them the way we did.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The difference between these little darlings as compared to raising Aiden, they do not require going to the potty, they already know how to walk, and they were able to talk right away! Just like Rosie and I, all they require is sunlight, water and love! So, we sat down and taught them our favorite nursery rhymes!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Aiden had no idea how to deal with all of the changes in our home. He did what he thought was best and contacted the local Matchmaker and bought some plant potion. He kept trying to get us to drink it, telling us it would make us feel so much better. Rosie and I didn't know how to tell him that we feel better than we ever felt before!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, one more family photo. Aiden once again parked his butt on the back patio and forced a smile. I did, however, catch him cooing to Basil the other day. He won't fool me, I know he loves his little sisters!! Well, that's it for now folks. C'mon back when you need another dose of nature!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Working outside in the garden makes one cold!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Can I get a collective "Ahh"? </td></tr>
</tbody></table> <div style="text-align: left;"></div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00053169905144052535noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877103450376707345.post-76290988250627107982010-11-26T20:09:00.000-08:002010-11-26T20:09:15.416-08:00Snyder-Do: Catching up...Quick!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPDyLbULsji2SrTVKvLzbXL1I-kE6fqJ1hA_D36GhYDGdwgxeTdAOyFt5Vq-bQUQAzw1VPcY00B64DPBdTL4h2AO0bA3KFGXILqBTADvgkYtR7bE5vvjlYghP0akgB3JgGhdU4gzP1qQFH/s1600/snapshot_f700b94b_18fc73bc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPDyLbULsji2SrTVKvLzbXL1I-kE6fqJ1hA_D36GhYDGdwgxeTdAOyFt5Vq-bQUQAzw1VPcY00B64DPBdTL4h2AO0bA3KFGXILqBTADvgkYtR7bE5vvjlYghP0akgB3JgGhdU4gzP1qQFH/s320/snapshot_f700b94b_18fc73bc.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is how we started out. Just two of us. I'm the second child to Paul and Christy Snyder. First born though, Andy is adopted but he's older than me by a very small amount of time. A bit of background, I'm not real sure what my family has shared with the rest of Sim Nation. Mom and Dad wanted kids real bad, and rather than waiting for nature to take it's course, they called up Twin Ridge Social Services and adopted Andy. They hadn't even hung up the phone when they found out they were pregnant with me. I'm the first in a long line of daughters. Brittne. The darling man in the above picture with me is Armando Do. We met at TRU and fell in love immediately. Unfortunately, I started there before he did by one full semester, so I graduated a bit sooner than he. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, after graduation I spent my days trying to keep myself busy. I entered a baking contest only to be set next to my dad. That was stressful! Thankfully, neither of us won!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rather than hang around and share our self pity, I found a new hang out. I met these nice sims, but as I said, I was just doing things to pass time until Armando could join me at our new home that was special built for us. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I decided to work on my fitness, only to have heat stroke! It was right about then that I decided I should take up different hobbies.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was also right around then that Armando graduated and surprised me at another baking contest I joined! Needless to say, I didn't stay!</div><br />
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Pretty soon, I started feeling a bit sick. I didn't think I had the flu or anything, considering my middle was also growing! Armando and I both want large families. As I come from a family of 11 kids, it's only natural, however Armando is from an orphanage, and has the opposite upbringing.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My pregnancy seemed to fly by and I gave birth to our first set of twins!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Brody is Armando's look-a-like! If we had pictures from his childhood I have no doubt this is what he would look like.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rather than fill up our first report with a million pictures of our babies, I'm jumping right to how my boys look like now. This is Brody as he looks today.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our first born of the twins is Adam. He has the Snyder look for sure!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But I'm really not sure where he gets his nose. This must be from Armando's side somewhere. Adam is one of those kids, though, that doesn't let that kind of thing bother him. It's things like this that I wish mom and dad would get past their feelings about Armando and visit more. They're missing so much!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Naturally, I became pregnant shortly after our boys were toddlers. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And it's twins again! This time we have girls!</div><br />
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Time flew by once again and we were celebrating the girls birthday.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cheri on the right and Danielle on the left. Our girls do everything together, just like their brothers before them. This is a picture of the two celebrating another birthday!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here's my Cheri as a child. She's the tomboy of the girls. She's the sweetest child I've ever met in my life. Though, if anyone gives her sister Danielle a hard time, she's the first to come to Danielle's rescue. Truth be told, Danielle's a good girl too, but she finds herself in more trouble than not!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And Danielle. The female version of Armando and Brody! There's no mistaking who the two take after!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is a picture I found in the box that I wanted to include. My boys before they became teens practicing for a concert together!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And my girls having a pillow fight their first weekend as children.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Oh yes, we are true to the Snyder name. Once again, I found myself pregnant. This one was a complete surprise. No warning.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But, we didn't have twins again. One little girl. Erin. Who, by the way, is spoiled by everyone in this house! Armando and I both agreed that this will be our last child. The house is starting to burst at the seams. When I think about it, I wonder how mom and dad did it in that little house we grew up in!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Armando takes time with all of his children, but Erin is special to him. He wanted to have more babies, but I told him I thought this should be it. I don't want to be a rerun of my parents. Not to mention, I think Andy has the family theme down pat..</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Adam helped Erin transition to a toddler. Of the boys, he's been the one to help out the most with his younger siblings. Brody helps out too, but he's also studying to become a Chef one day, and Adam knows one day he will inherit this home, so he doesn't have to worry about making it "big" to have a nice home to bring his family up in.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here you can see Erin's birthday celebration. Armando and I have such good kids! They get along so well and actually enjoy being with each other!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This picture was taken on the girls birthday, which is why they look so different. But, sitting, is Cheri then Danielle. Standing from left to right, Adam, Armando, me holding Erin, then Brody.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I don't know whether it's been mentioned, but Armando is in the music industry, hence the piano and violin. He's been named "Rock God" for quite a while now. I'm the head of the SCIA. One of the issues my parents have with our relationship is that to them, Armando is not working in a "serious" career and I'm supporting the family. However, Armando provides quite well! I also seem to remember my dad not working for the longest time. But, being the "good girl" that I am, I don't argue with them. I simply hang up the phone.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I love this picture of Brody playing with the girls! This picture was actually taken on Erin's birthday! Adam was in the bathroom changing Erin's appearance while this picture was being taken. Just another example of how the kids all get along so well!</div><br />
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</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Well, this is the end of our report. It snowed last night, and I thought it looked so pretty, so I thought I'd include it here. Til next time, folks!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The boys room after a serious cluttering bout by yours truly!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">What was that rule about "No girls in the bedroom"?!!</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00053169905144052535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877103450376707345.post-73830180215266929542010-11-26T07:07:00.000-08:002010-11-26T07:17:22.121-08:00Eden-Something New<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkUDp8l6Zfbsf4gOCjnej-mBy4eIj__ZxD2HaoFNkQQ5qY77PHxjQoUd5XiA4_c0WCxKQAda0rzT6CZt3HwHncZG7kIG_VvTff-9XGUuF7gDxnFojLDNzUumjNd2im5DhpjNAlwH1RGKFV/s1600/Eden_Online_Plans.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkUDp8l6Zfbsf4gOCjnej-mBy4eIj__ZxD2HaoFNkQQ5qY77PHxjQoUd5XiA4_c0WCxKQAda0rzT6CZt3HwHncZG7kIG_VvTff-9XGUuF7gDxnFojLDNzUumjNd2im5DhpjNAlwH1RGKFV/s320/Eden_Online_Plans.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I've never done this before, so I'm not entirely sure how this is going to turn out, but I built a house a seriously long time ago for the next family that I will be posting for. I found the blueprints for the house online and fell in love with it. I kept the name the same, because I really think it fits.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">The above picture is the result of my efforts. I can't say whether there is or is not any CC. I would guess not, because this version should be empty. If anything the walls <em>may </em>be custom, but again, I'm really not sure. Anyway, <a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?a7i2ey9hwa6v7pd">here</a> is where you can get it. Downstairs there is one and half bath, kitchen, formal dining, formal living room, family room, and Florida (hobby) room in the back. On the second floor, master bedroom with private bath and closet, three bedrooms, one with a private bath, and full bath available to the rest.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">I had an awesome time creating this house. Unfortunately, I'm not able to find all of the pictures that I took of the inside, so I will have to update this post later when I find them. The property, as you can see, has a lot of flowers and shrubbery. In my playable house, I have a pond out back as well. I haven't had any issues with sims getting stuck, or freezing up, so it should be ready to go. I hope you enjoy, I just ask one thing, please do not claim this as your own creation. (A lot of hard work went into this! :))</div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00053169905144052535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877103450376707345.post-16670708610784556792010-11-22T19:18:00.000-08:002010-11-22T19:18:59.131-08:00MidlockSteele-Knowledge Meets Alien<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3_Ot5CJ5L40AoPPj0zQ8SvRQ5bnf1KVSp5rd7lDOUgOiU9LHPHzoPygG-8cSfPuh6IINPN7BLL6zQ_ITJtrv-RrhK-XO8DwdsZqLmCjJReCdM5NCUF4C0wFnPvllAwqopPEOwWgwcsQTU/s1600/BJ_Abduction.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3_Ot5CJ5L40AoPPj0zQ8SvRQ5bnf1KVSp5rd7lDOUgOiU9LHPHzoPygG-8cSfPuh6IINPN7BLL6zQ_ITJtrv-RrhK-XO8DwdsZqLmCjJReCdM5NCUF4C0wFnPvllAwqopPEOwWgwcsQTU/s320/BJ_Abduction.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">We didn't think it could happen in our little town. But it can. More about that later. BJ Steele here. Spouse of the beautiful Christa Midlock-Steele. Father of Adelle and Baxter Steele. And....</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn51CRXoglDKl1Sb-k0_muRxyKr83r59imGwtNrnwYUOiH3sqlTTDotMlLdcVIiwLwgx-Lp2rV0zxaqIGl9z-96cvrp0wiqL74SqMsyp6wW42fDIDCa8WQV2dfUbJoAmovZDh09WzflFnd/s1600/snapshot_f87f1141_18fbd644.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn51CRXoglDKl1Sb-k0_muRxyKr83r59imGwtNrnwYUOiH3sqlTTDotMlLdcVIiwLwgx-Lp2rV0zxaqIGl9z-96cvrp0wiqL74SqMsyp6wW42fDIDCa8WQV2dfUbJoAmovZDh09WzflFnd/s320/snapshot_f87f1141_18fbd644.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm putting off the inevitable. Christa and I both agreed that I would be the one telling of this chapter of our lives. So much has happened in our family and I'm a chronicler. So, it is I who you will hear from. Christa may write the next chapter...again, I digress. We both work full time jobs, I as a Mad Scientist and Christa is the Chief of Staff at Twin Ridge Hospital. Along with that, we run a florist shop below our apartment. In this picture, you can see Andy Snyder deciding on some flowers for Aiyana.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our daughter Adelle has jumped right into the family business. Already she's up to a Silver badge in building floral arrangements!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She's also quite good with the customers. She always seems to know what to recommend for their wants. Already, between Adelle's salesmanship, my cashier work, and Christa's floral arrangements, we have brought our family business up to level 8!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As I mentioned, Christa is always working on one project or another. She recently brought home this old car and insisted that she could return it to it's former glory. With our bank account growing, I couldn't say no, as it didn't cost much and it made her smile to work on it.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">One night, just like with Opal across the street, Christa woke up feeling not so well. She looked out the window and wondered if this was how Opal felt when she discovered she was pregnant. She thought she would know, being as she'd had two children already.</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">With all of the excitement of Christa becoming pregnant, and us telling all of our friends, we nearly forgot Baxter's birthday! He became a handsome young man and looks forward to going onto TRU. Of course, I'm looking forward to the day when I can pass the florist business off to him. Though, I saw him looking through TRU brochures the other day looking for classes specializing in Video Game Designing. Well, Christa and I can manage a full time job as well as the floral shop, he will too!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He jumped right into earning his first badge with floral arrangement and also earned the attention of the "Underground Art Group". Christa tells me this is not the name they go by, but as covert as they act, I can't imagine any other name!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Adelle continues to work on her sales technique..</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And her restocking abilities, while Baxter works on his sales techniques...</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And Christa works on her cash register abilities. Where do I fit in all of this?...</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We close the shop on Sunday's and spend the day together as a family. Christa's been telling me I've been spending far too much time at the telescope but I enjoy finding new constellations and discovering new stars and planets. Well, I spent a little too much time at the telescope one Sunday. Hence the first picture in this report of mine.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The kids were worried about me and why I'd suddenly disappeared while looking through the scope. Though both of our children are Knowledge Sims, neither has the desire to meet any Aliens. Christa explained to them what happened, but they couldn't believe that we'd be happy about it!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Of course when I was dropped back off by my new friends, Christa was thrilled to pieces and had a fistful of questions for me. I was happy to tell her all about it...with one exception. My friends from Strangetown were right...but maybe..</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'd noticed that I'd started to gain a bit of weight and thought that it was just a matter of spending a few extra minutes on the stationary bike each day...</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But then I'd started to get sick to my stomach...</div><br />
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And the telltale signs of a larger belly, one matching Christa's appeared!<br />
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Meanwhile, Christa's gestational period quickly came to an end..<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And in our pristine kitchen, she gave birth to our second daughter, Catherine.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">Meanwhile, I took advantage of Catherine's sleep pattern and slept when I could. It looks like I'm going to have to make a few additions to our our ever growing home. Adelle will be heading off to TRU soon, which will open up her bedroom. I only hope that Twin Ridge will welcome our Alien child into their lives!</div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00053169905144052535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877103450376707345.post-67554056311756768892010-11-21T10:37:00.000-08:002010-11-21T10:37:09.712-08:00Harris-SURPRISE!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7hf3hL_CHlcXtlnkCTukhNVdPYwqofm7vgX1TEzzXG19XQtL6dCYPluDHMiBG7E5YAEVMRMbnU6e__wg5joy0oBVTBirzLqwU_ShLENwJV6jrIMEj_sGGStIVVHImK_1KwanAbIJCRjAL/s1600/snapshot_187b0765_387b0766.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7hf3hL_CHlcXtlnkCTukhNVdPYwqofm7vgX1TEzzXG19XQtL6dCYPluDHMiBG7E5YAEVMRMbnU6e__wg5joy0oBVTBirzLqwU_ShLENwJV6jrIMEj_sGGStIVVHImK_1KwanAbIJCRjAL/s320/snapshot_187b0765_387b0766.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Business is booming, as they say! Juan here. Our bakery has become the little hot spot at Twin Ridge. Opal works the register, and I usually keep the display cases stocked. Whether I'm actually stocking the displays or cooking it up in the kitchen. We thought we had life by the horns! Our son, Aaron helps out when he's not working his part time job after school. He's found that he has a love for the great outdoors as do I. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I can be found at all hours of the day working our garden. Aaron has earned his silver badge recently and has planted most of the plants in the garden. He's starting to get the hang of working with the plants, weeding, spraying, etc. We had the life. Perfect in every sense of the word. Then, it happened.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Opal woke up one morning feeling sick to her stomach. She walked around a bit and started to think back on her day.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She'd drank a little of the green concoction that Andy'd told us about. He'd said it would make us feel young again, so we thought, what the heck? Opal and I take a swig of it about once every few days, and he's right! We do feel younger!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Opal distinctly remembered getting sick to her stomach right after drinking the green goo. One thing about it, it definitely does not have a good taste, and the texture of it...ick.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then she remembered helping out in the bakery and partially burning one of the desserts. So, she'd stuck it in our personal fridge, rather than serving it to our guests. She thought maybe that may be why she'd fell sick earlier.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She ran into town later that day and bumped into Aiyana Snyder, Andy's wife. She told her about how she'd been feeling recently, thinking Aiyana would have some other concoction she could recommend for feeling better. She smiled when Opal'd finish telling her about her "illness" and said, "My dear, I think you're in for a few more months of agony". Not knowing what Aiyana meant by that, she said "Well,what is it"!? "Opal, my friend, if I'm not mistaken, you're pregnant". When my wife told me about this discussion she had with Aiyana, I nearly fell out of my chair! "What?! That woman knows nothing"! We'd not planned on having anymore kids. Aaron is the only kid we wanted, and were quite happy with just him. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But, Opal reminded me of a night not so long ago. We'd thrown caution to the wind when whe'd had a superb write up about our bakery in the Twin Ridge Reports. We were both so excited, we had to celebrate!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sure enough, a few months later, Opal popped. I suppose it's time we complete the renovations to the apartment above the bakery now.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In true Sim Nation fashion, Opal gave birth to our second child in the bathroom. Her screams were heard down the street at Andy's place. I got a call about five minutes after she'd given birth, from Andy. "So, what'd she have, buddy"? Sometimes, those Snyders really rub me the wrong way. They know way too much!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But, Andy and Aiyana were right. We welcomed our second child and son into our family. We named him Brad, and of course he has raging red hair like the both of us. Aaron took to his little brother quite easily. Honestly, we didn't know how Aaron would react to the idea of having a younger sibling, being as he's almost about to go to college.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Time flew, as it normally will when there's a baby in the house. We continued with our bakery, gardening and diaper changing. Aaron was a great help with all three! He was even the one who helped Brad transition into a toddler!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We all agree that he looks like me whereas Aaron looks more like Opal.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Pretty soon, Opal started feeling sick again. This time, she knew what the cause was....</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Yep, looks like our little family of 4 is growing into a family of 5...or will it be 6 this time?!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Oh, in case anyone's forgotten what I look like, I'm the guy talking to the trees.</div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00053169905144052535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877103450376707345.post-34648965541010779072010-10-10T08:45:00.000-07:002010-10-10T08:45:08.679-07:00Andy Snyder-5 Teens and 1 Toddler<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIg1bfVbcY01Oj4Po5Ld6HupRsr92j-UFxTC-wwxfDhHSY3rYKjg11mknDOberWmR8fmEMtSfssyvrPV1ZcKHYRHaV6k16aVVYL9iBWpc5YLdKq5tOF43uPvMGYZ_jcqNeaBuaMJnVOQSY/s1600/Family_Pic_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIg1bfVbcY01Oj4Po5Ld6HupRsr92j-UFxTC-wwxfDhHSY3rYKjg11mknDOberWmR8fmEMtSfssyvrPV1ZcKHYRHaV6k16aVVYL9iBWpc5YLdKq5tOF43uPvMGYZ_jcqNeaBuaMJnVOQSY/s320/Family_Pic_2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;">In this picture from left to right: Daniel, Farrah held by Elizabeth, Alora, Aiyana kissed by Andy, Cheri and Blake</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">Andy here. My family is growing by leaps and bounds. Many have asked if I'm trying to follow in my parents footsteps, but I say a large family is a happy family! After all, the family I grew up in was the happiest around! </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">This is a picture of our third child, Cheri. Aiyana and I both decided to do good like my parents by adopting a child. Little did we know at the time that she was also pregnant with our second child, Blake. However, Cheri fit in perfectly! Cheri is a Romance Sim, which we both were very troubled by when the allotment came up for her, but she seems to have chosen a Lifetime Want that we all can be happy with. She hopes to one day be a Rock God. Needless to say, there's been a lot of loud noises coming from our back shed!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Aiyana and I were both surprised shortly before our Elizabeth became a teen, when she became pregnant. We hadn't exactly done anything to prevent pregnancy, but at the same time, we weren't sure if the rest of the family was ready for another little one in the house. Five teenagers and one newborn makes for one very spoiled little baby!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">When Elizabeth was a toddler, and even a child, the two got along beautifully. However, after any Sim becomes a teen, all bets are off with Alora. Aiyana and I are not sure where she gets all of her aggression. And to think that she wants to one day graduate three children from college! It'll be a rough road for our Alora. She won't find a young man who will want to achieve that goal with her if she continues to treat others this way!</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Our youngest son, Daniel, was there when Farrah transitioned into a toddler. Daniel is our other Romance Sim, but again, his Lifetime Want was one that Aiyana and I could feel proud of him for. He wants to go down the Athletic field and become a Hall of Famer. Although he was not allotted the Family Sim aspiration, he seems to be a natural at it. He helped Aiyana and I with teaching our youngest the necessities in life, such as potty training, walking, and talking. Every now and then, Aiyana and I would catch him dreamy eyed watching his little sister.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh93DcSWPzyHe31qYriCnoo0-eH3RsHivhqYxbH9Yhwrj2wSBiGZKtrFPca_M1MQlp2okmvDWdn78LcufgO_epJ1kjMFl3E6qbMMsG97b-iKhpKbB4M07XU3CNycwn5dOa3jEVT870rHkb/s1600/snapshot_56d28a55_d9b4b8b1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh93DcSWPzyHe31qYriCnoo0-eH3RsHivhqYxbH9Yhwrj2wSBiGZKtrFPca_M1MQlp2okmvDWdn78LcufgO_epJ1kjMFl3E6qbMMsG97b-iKhpKbB4M07XU3CNycwn5dOa3jEVT870rHkb/s320/snapshot_56d28a55_d9b4b8b1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">I try to make breakfast for the kids in the morning as often as I can, but I'm not always quick enough to feed them before they are running out the door, so it was so nice to be able to sit down with them Saturday morning and have some omelette's. Aiyana and Farrah are missing from the picture as Aiyana was working with our youngest by teaching her to walk.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Well, Dad asked that I make this a short and sweet update on where my family is, so I suppose I'll make this it. Though, one last picture to leave you with:</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Aiyana has reached the highest level in Arts and Crafts, so she literally glows when she does anything artsy! I love this picture of her painting our family! I can't wait to hang it in the family room.</div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00053169905144052535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877103450376707345.post-8095448467351888002010-06-08T12:35:00.000-07:002010-06-08T13:52:12.000-07:00TRU-Number 6 Joins the Crew<em>This is our first actual visit to the TRU house. Previously, Paul reminded us that his twin daughters, Debbie and Emily are there and Frankie was just leaving to join her sisters. Let's check in and see how the sisters are doing, shall we?</em> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgThsqny58JVp9gJmCHNBEp0tEIPsvix0Vl2aklQQcjtto8q8BmkQFX5eVt2mr8UyM7DIgXRz164T2iJr4qVXxQjCRDzDn9ENQ0IKfvypPZOAJU0MP8NipsJblkMRrsJnTVSLt6BiMcPnWc/s1600/Uni_Pic_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480489981910809602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgThsqny58JVp9gJmCHNBEp0tEIPsvix0Vl2aklQQcjtto8q8BmkQFX5eVt2mr8UyM7DIgXRz164T2iJr4qVXxQjCRDzDn9ENQ0IKfvypPZOAJU0MP8NipsJblkMRrsJnTVSLt6BiMcPnWc/s320/Uni_Pic_1.jpg" border="0" /></a>(<em>Frankie has somehow adopted a thick southern accent along her travels, though the family does not live in the south. The family thinks she does it for attention.) </em>Hey, ya'll! This is Frankie. The rest of the House decided that I should be spokes person since I'll be here the longest. In that picture you can see us all. Well, all of us and then some. Well, standin' is Debbie, Colby, Me, Aiden and Gordon. Sittin' is Emily. Oh, I bet you're wonderin' who the guys are, huh? Wellllll, Colby, you'll meet later. The other two, they're my sister's guys. Aiden goes with Debbie and Gordon goes with Emily. More about them later. I should maybe start from when I first got here. You know, beginnin' of Freshman year.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgczGwgbyiFa3pJY-Z268o-2rjXbx2vIkiHgZtXaXuhcSR8A8L90Gzg2xBNJe_YehyphenhyphenY4ukqUnMiEDU1PNZhEzD-Jd0hBe4v_GWBojgIc5ujsr8bGRtXzikfO1YnCzODF_ixAv_vPW0nGNAy/s1600/snapshot_f690f71f_390fef26.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480491099256520850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgczGwgbyiFa3pJY-Z268o-2rjXbx2vIkiHgZtXaXuhcSR8A8L90Gzg2xBNJe_YehyphenhyphenY4ukqUnMiEDU1PNZhEzD-Jd0hBe4v_GWBojgIc5ujsr8bGRtXzikfO1YnCzODF_ixAv_vPW0nGNAy/s320/snapshot_f690f71f_390fef26.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is what I looked like when I first got here. Debbie and Emily nearly choked on their breakfast when I walked in. I thought they were shocked to see me all grown up, or maybe because mom sent me in a white top. But then I realized I went a little overboard on the make-up. They thought I'd been really upset about leavin' The Ridge, but one phone call from mom told them that I couldn't have gotten out of the house fast enough. So, my two sisters sat me down and advised me to remove the make-up and go with somethin' a little...softer. Okay, truth? They tackled me. I seriously felt like a kid again gettin' all ganged up on by the twins. They used to do it to me all the time when I was a kid. They scrubbed my face so hard I thought they were gonna rip my skin clear off! But, I showed them!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ0Iy6SfRZB4-ilrfNI4ER6bS1JJMt_Iw0cBR7VMuctjGhx-E7TjgVrjD4iTjhqRJB7mdWizgPjgYSyeDbhMRc_xeyXDXxYOfPc1W-nJPTVOBHhca_7syNF4phUrHXo23NjI82LUFlfvH1/s1600/snapshot_f690f71f_990ff0c5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480492191784080898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ0Iy6SfRZB4-ilrfNI4ER6bS1JJMt_Iw0cBR7VMuctjGhx-E7TjgVrjD4iTjhqRJB7mdWizgPjgYSyeDbhMRc_xeyXDXxYOfPc1W-nJPTVOBHhca_7syNF4phUrHXo23NjI82LUFlfvH1/s320/snapshot_f690f71f_990ff0c5.jpg" border="0" /></a> 'Ello!!! That's me now! Yep, ain't I just the cutest little thang?! Well, I convinced Em' to make me a new outfit too. You'll see me in that later. Anyway, they were surprised to see I cleaned up so well!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKSNRdYA_Z5iycblFLM5XLEP5gcLpyMMI4U9URDJFtxAGtX4YTQkSYvplFJ3XT0zTR_9KvRpEsjljl2uMlOXY7EOT_j14YvLUfqLK3p5gN5tjhyphenhyphen5aoE4no9xtX0OoLx0PWL2qZw5C8aF3Y/s1600/snapshot_f690f71f_59100286.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480492912161312978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKSNRdYA_Z5iycblFLM5XLEP5gcLpyMMI4U9URDJFtxAGtX4YTQkSYvplFJ3XT0zTR_9KvRpEsjljl2uMlOXY7EOT_j14YvLUfqLK3p5gN5tjhyphenhyphen5aoE4no9xtX0OoLx0PWL2qZw5C8aF3Y/s320/snapshot_f690f71f_59100286.jpg" border="0" /></a> The three of us sat down and got all caught up on what's been goin' on. You know, here and at The Ridge. They haven't set foot in the new house, so I told them what that place was like. Not that I spent much time there myself. I was there for senior year of high school and that was it. Now Gabrielle is on her own in our shared bedroom. I suppose that is until mom and dad decide that their precious Kenny needs his own room. That kid.....he's somethin' else. Playing his twin sister against the rest of the girls at home. Of course mom and dad don't see it. They just see that they have their heir. Whatever.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJVzycbcYihfAHJSjvfzfyzjWzM4jBIFvOpCWKCR5fJjP7F_I2It3cr-JWk6RaB-fkwqeh1emYOzaVHA-3D7VT_OxixELAp4wiAdsIdYo5gWBvPSA8N5cKlqgOARUgiwetET_tPOkZRDoN/s1600/snapshot_f690f71f_d90ff920.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480495436008369794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJVzycbcYihfAHJSjvfzfyzjWzM4jBIFvOpCWKCR5fJjP7F_I2It3cr-JWk6RaB-fkwqeh1emYOzaVHA-3D7VT_OxixELAp4wiAdsIdYo5gWBvPSA8N5cKlqgOARUgiwetET_tPOkZRDoN/s320/snapshot_f690f71f_d90ff920.jpg" border="0" /></a> I started greetin' all the guys who walked by on campus. Why? Because if you're around your two "In-Love" sisters all day long, you start to get lonely. Not to mention, I'm a female who has needs, no?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcCV-udeRiMxiPPUGEr6hrAoonXi_V1MQDC7Quzt5_jU34Mbd7eSxFnGUxEPgqLG8NhYVRcxX8XxBhO8YY55vU4IPoRUzC81EdJEzoG07sHzAWjCB7J3uHeTR-x7BWiBjsBOI-gB9DAC6Z/s1600/snapshot_f690f71f_19100c37.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480495882734628034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcCV-udeRiMxiPPUGEr6hrAoonXi_V1MQDC7Quzt5_jU34Mbd7eSxFnGUxEPgqLG8NhYVRcxX8XxBhO8YY55vU4IPoRUzC81EdJEzoG07sHzAWjCB7J3uHeTR-x7BWiBjsBOI-gB9DAC6Z/s320/snapshot_f690f71f_19100c37.jpg" border="0" /></a> This guy even had potential. You know, he had that "bad guy" look goin' on. Cute really. But, looks are nothin' when there's nothin' goin' on upstairs. Apparently, this was his second time through Freshman year. Sorry, can't be with someone who can't keep up with my conversations! Too bad, he was really cute!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJjsfwgvegA8ksxLyHldQJAaEtqh6QKuh5brB6D8Y2-opANLX9t2hFdFNeWgXEGSEAXmgCqS-ZOcGWg7CRTeMRhhSuDQh1wIJblI8zxS0ERZhEGFoxM5v7oFVIoWFHbXyrYc0pMTA8fR5c/s1600/snapshot_f690f71f_19100c37.jpg"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjizQ5vW0RfeaMO6CiGAnQMIpITe79UMSeDu-b6TslbXuu0ZJ9VpPNqzZK-DAP5LEGLHcLDYunOIotKwOTNRUu2ThCyl6H1HVQqPLT6e8NNn3uxq118T1ShKQ86aGjf0O2hR-oKyJY_WbXe/s1600/snapshot_f690f71f_391a6c60.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480495065955123122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjizQ5vW0RfeaMO6CiGAnQMIpITe79UMSeDu-b6TslbXuu0ZJ9VpPNqzZK-DAP5LEGLHcLDYunOIotKwOTNRUu2ThCyl6H1HVQqPLT6e8NNn3uxq118T1ShKQ86aGjf0O2hR-oKyJY_WbXe/s320/snapshot_f690f71f_391a6c60.jpg" border="0" /></a> Then, I never saw this one comin'! Look familiar at all? I didn't greet this guy. He just showed up in the middle of the night! I knew I knew him from somewhere, I just couldn't quite put my finger on it. Then my mom called and told my sister she'd offered a free ride to TRU for one of my former "buddies". I kept waitin' for them to show up, when it clicked!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ-WxBFKLaik2-Jc9Zg4t4ny6Kme2ZL0f1EaBSkEQRaIRGuYGAZw6zZQkySATQ17mKiZ-xyDDZLo9IZjRdV0B9l5zgFWJExkx3henAyNy_EywVnQWwZIL6aO3SQ7cFVFuuJKUWUNUqh18_/s1600/snapshot_766cd77f_f905b444.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480496980692338402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ-WxBFKLaik2-Jc9Zg4t4ny6Kme2ZL0f1EaBSkEQRaIRGuYGAZw6zZQkySATQ17mKiZ-xyDDZLo9IZjRdV0B9l5zgFWJExkx3henAyNy_EywVnQWwZIL6aO3SQ7cFVFuuJKUWUNUqh18_/s320/snapshot_766cd77f_f905b444.jpg" border="0" /></a> See the kid with his back to the camera? Yep, that's my so-called "buddy" mom was helpin'. This guy is actually one of Heather's friends!! Who is he, you ask? That would be Colby Wilkie!! I sure hope Heather doesn't get upset when she finds out!! I'm pretty sure she has a good amount of her diary dedicated to him! Anyway, after Colby settled in and set a major, he shared with me how his dream is to one day become an Education Minister. To say he set my heart to pitter patter is understatin' it! My head spun! I couldn't believe it! An intellect! I so wanted to yell "YEEE HAWWW"!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIvCcNAtagceiXPhEcEgHaS2-NfCgZXRnw02YQ1JgKNzmzyFHXAG5zq422fyKQsFk4wBOjoXjUc3pI41CRWUnkeOtkkHJ-VKIrp8T6ZYRYhFhAUQmp1ER1GqtkHka3qisH-Ap1CGRqv0Nu/s1600/snapshot_f690f71f_39193d21.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480498066325546770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIvCcNAtagceiXPhEcEgHaS2-NfCgZXRnw02YQ1JgKNzmzyFHXAG5zq422fyKQsFk4wBOjoXjUc3pI41CRWUnkeOtkkHJ-VKIrp8T6ZYRYhFhAUQmp1ER1GqtkHka3qisH-Ap1CGRqv0Nu/s320/snapshot_f690f71f_39193d21.jpg" border="0" /></a> I wasn't the only one in the House havin' great news! Aiden finally asked Debbie to marry him. Debbie was so excited she jumped into his arms right after sayin' "Yes"!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMRp3f3hXUPP7jnHOf_Uzs3ETV__tIbROXcHd0DAHGPGzS7H7PxwWrPHe45Lxff5W6JXDr-Z2WgUhIHSHfF9hhoMTtpI4wCaS0wJ61cg-DfuiIltyj-OXZ_Bf-s-HIgNVpkgnFTR72_Chu/s1600/snapshot_f690f71f_191942d7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480498493304443874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMRp3f3hXUPP7jnHOf_Uzs3ETV__tIbROXcHd0DAHGPGzS7H7PxwWrPHe45Lxff5W6JXDr-Z2WgUhIHSHfF9hhoMTtpI4wCaS0wJ61cg-DfuiIltyj-OXZ_Bf-s-HIgNVpkgnFTR72_Chu/s320/snapshot_f690f71f_191942d7.jpg" border="0" /></a> Discussions began immediately between my sisters and I about dresses, jewelry, and of course, make-up. "Frankie, don't go thinking you can wear that crud you call make-up to my wedding! I won't have it. Me and Em' will do your make-up". This comin' from my newly engaged sister. Well, I s'ppose I have to give in this once. After all, it is her weddin'.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgGN6_4iUyMiT4zDrxri1zplZ3G0PyuJB4KZ6kuwRn6e97dvsztSdktr5lEwg1mFRqVZVWvJhxusrwJBDbIylCu9rVxAq1I4x37kM9-ZmciLSdJ_M6_6E6myWG7MYk9bOi78Eynl4qkrrg/s1600/snapshot_f690f71f_190ffedc.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480500818736750466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgGN6_4iUyMiT4zDrxri1zplZ3G0PyuJB4KZ6kuwRn6e97dvsztSdktr5lEwg1mFRqVZVWvJhxusrwJBDbIylCu9rVxAq1I4x37kM9-ZmciLSdJ_M6_6E6myWG7MYk9bOi78Eynl4qkrrg/s320/snapshot_f690f71f_190ffedc.jpg" border="0" /></a> Then Aiden shocked the devil outta me! He asked me to show him how to dance. Well, I s'ppose I shouldn't be surprised, afterall, I did get a scholarship for dancin'. But still. When he showed me some of his moves, I nearly died with laughter. I saw Gordon in the kitchen doubled over, and had to hold it together. It wasn't fair that Gordon could laugh, but I couldn't! Anyway, Aiden and I had lessons nearly every night after class. By the time I was through with him, he could out dance light-footed Gordon!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXKeS-icI6ccMc6Kx9qOgh7YpvkozUKDO8YUq59TzxaB38Wtk8qhzsTpMewJPhJhAkOuxQ4AeEjgiLT79ImMjb3_0Mj0unIX4TW6nbtntNgF256UKSmv0uCWB98Ndwl0bcYwV97l5JUSEE/s1600/snapshot_f690f71f_991a746d.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480501530444025458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXKeS-icI6ccMc6Kx9qOgh7YpvkozUKDO8YUq59TzxaB38Wtk8qhzsTpMewJPhJhAkOuxQ4AeEjgiLT79ImMjb3_0Mj0unIX4TW6nbtntNgF256UKSmv0uCWB98Ndwl0bcYwV97l5JUSEE/s320/snapshot_f690f71f_991a746d.jpg" border="0" /></a> Then, it happened. Colby and I'd been chattin' it up alot lately. It happens. 'Specially if you can reach each other on the same level of intellect. Anyway, he told me I had somethin' in my hair, and next thing you know, I'm havin' the most smolderin' kiss of my life! Okay, so I've never been kissed before, but I KNOW it was smolderin'! I can still feel the heat from it! Well, Em saw me and Colby and after pulled me aside askin' if I was goin' to tell Heather. Shoot, I don't think I have to. I mean, she's still in High School, not to mention back at The Ridge. I think if somethin' was goin' on with Colby and her, he'da said somethin' by now.<br /><br />Okay, now come's the tear jerker stuff. Graduation time finally came.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJFZxWCyjeyw370R2d37rd2fnWaOCPO7Pr9dOGNQV5dUwACWxBkZp2O4qG4cCYg5StD_QWWSJlZitg9sBdDOcK5isEVVRqJwRyWk82ukzRaXyhwUMvIza3TYbNkuqQfTUDOweLpIQmze7g/s1600/snapshot_f690f71f_991a7903.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480503435158152210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJFZxWCyjeyw370R2d37rd2fnWaOCPO7Pr9dOGNQV5dUwACWxBkZp2O4qG4cCYg5StD_QWWSJlZitg9sBdDOcK5isEVVRqJwRyWk82ukzRaXyhwUMvIza3TYbNkuqQfTUDOweLpIQmze7g/s320/snapshot_f690f71f_991a7903.jpg" border="0" /></a> First it was Em'.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0YGIxGx487T5rwr-IxB9HXH8tLfLFZmVRqeX_ib-wpAq0cOzAWaIrWygqLVIl56w8TPh5FHnfvSDpn0Dp_Vk149y6AfW3FEjkdfcc36uLXnnoLRwFszJlVVZY-zG8G9rcfxrTM5RxeiaN/s1600/snapshot_f690f71f_591a79b0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480503692787122274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0YGIxGx487T5rwr-IxB9HXH8tLfLFZmVRqeX_ib-wpAq0cOzAWaIrWygqLVIl56w8TPh5FHnfvSDpn0Dp_Vk149y6AfW3FEjkdfcc36uLXnnoLRwFszJlVVZY-zG8G9rcfxrTM5RxeiaN/s320/snapshot_f690f71f_591a79b0.jpg" border="0" /></a> Then Debbie.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJUmPJsx0dgPmqVIsIR8RIi2HHKw7m9YPJLdIv8Mhvy998m5vLKAVkIV3-ss5ossu5Pxrrx1be5LNbBHc3d7E_Saafo2iQFWC8oKTH1oONMQSYTknmJ3f_04jlFAYQXbY1FoCKICt8XMH0/s1600/snapshot_f690f71f_b91a79f3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480503970904880034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJUmPJsx0dgPmqVIsIR8RIi2HHKw7m9YPJLdIv8Mhvy998m5vLKAVkIV3-ss5ossu5Pxrrx1be5LNbBHc3d7E_Saafo2iQFWC8oKTH1oONMQSYTknmJ3f_04jlFAYQXbY1FoCKICt8XMH0/s320/snapshot_f690f71f_b91a79f3.jpg" border="0" /></a> Gordon followed after gettin' his grades.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZW0hh9BqLNXIzK2rW00dfmUQ3mLT9gMRIMtCGtHuyk3n85zCn-nFUNRVYw-h5ZOaE8jT_Lr7XoiD_5QjsXbGprxT8J0k8ipOjRaxgWw7uxJ9TNG2yCr-7VjlRVRvZ9pI3dGiZCx77xESn/s1600/snapshot_f690f71f_591a7b40.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480504191122252114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZW0hh9BqLNXIzK2rW00dfmUQ3mLT9gMRIMtCGtHuyk3n85zCn-nFUNRVYw-h5ZOaE8jT_Lr7XoiD_5QjsXbGprxT8J0k8ipOjRaxgWw7uxJ9TNG2yCr-7VjlRVRvZ9pI3dGiZCx77xESn/s320/snapshot_f690f71f_591a7b40.jpg" border="0" /></a> Aiden is a year behind the rest. So, it didn't surprise me that when the other three left, he felt pretty upset. Well, he sat for a few weeks and thought about his choices and finally decided living here without Debbie for any amount of time would "kill" him. His words, not mine. Anyway, I gave him a hug and saw him on his way.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg98ghdMnpQw5_AuRVuip7cr_AjObfxH438OekmWPNo1nImHwW7MJLnyUCm6YgGacT3z5LlCxFWFASMZJ5CBPyKE0EFl7M2Jqs6In2Tr9aymfqyavzb56O01dP75KVS6NqFxNtR5CgJUZqr/s1600/snapshot_f690f71f_b91a7bbd.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480504736322065650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg98ghdMnpQw5_AuRVuip7cr_AjObfxH438OekmWPNo1nImHwW7MJLnyUCm6YgGacT3z5LlCxFWFASMZJ5CBPyKE0EFl7M2Jqs6In2Tr9aymfqyavzb56O01dP75KVS6NqFxNtR5CgJUZqr/s320/snapshot_f690f71f_b91a7bbd.jpg" border="0" /></a> Aiden has that look because Debbie has no idea of his decision! He's plannin' to surprise her. I thought about callin' her up and warnin' her. But, I figure, after all those years of them two torturing me, nawww. She can be surprised!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVWz-hJ3byCaPFOVp7EC6mK1KRuCXbcc3DsxuauntaDMWQkyUTyjOzklh1qDzesD4p9PqNCHpuuMW3_76ViWWTTGQy0xN4TGnkT7OYqNDH_KK71qPPXQR3IHyoX9pSrfvUW2V2azxpz2nV/s1600/snapshot_f690f71f_d919152b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480505302455181026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVWz-hJ3byCaPFOVp7EC6mK1KRuCXbcc3DsxuauntaDMWQkyUTyjOzklh1qDzesD4p9PqNCHpuuMW3_76ViWWTTGQy0xN4TGnkT7OYqNDH_KK71qPPXQR3IHyoX9pSrfvUW2V2azxpz2nV/s320/snapshot_f690f71f_d919152b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkk0aIKJgRwLc5SXiLz1vC7c7EkRDf9L9rQmyr7vkly7yeToQfM3vtXlsf8uA2qQBQlTGsULok1Mk0dRtMIunY2vb5afNs9-i_h7G6gsMK5HRdlGpqKX9q_EsWBpebON9yMTE7L_ufwxVL/s1600/snapshot_f690f71f_b9191592.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480505563461747938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkk0aIKJgRwLc5SXiLz1vC7c7EkRDf9L9rQmyr7vkly7yeToQfM3vtXlsf8uA2qQBQlTGsULok1Mk0dRtMIunY2vb5afNs9-i_h7G6gsMK5HRdlGpqKX9q_EsWBpebON9yMTE7L_ufwxVL/s320/snapshot_f690f71f_b9191592.jpg" border="0" /></a> I made some changes after the crew left. I asked my Colby if he'd mind me dressin' the place up a bit, and he just smiled and told me to go ahead. First, I bought some pillows for that sad sofa in the main room. It's amazin' what just a few pillows can do. Then, I took a lesson on tile work at TRU and redid the bathroom downstairs. Seein' as our guests will be usin' that bathroom, it oughtta look nice!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBhxvhOwcXdD9zS0hX1C3BKHLdJLdyqVw4KIGndEKnmcKB-Rpbis32bUx_-7JgTSB5iy0UE5acHfdcU3j7HnweUDjX_6cYQ9MJs7EMUINemQgl4J9v9OqhFcgjXnHvlld8anvpl_vDlX7R/s1600/snapshot_f690f71f_f91a7238.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480506243165379826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBhxvhOwcXdD9zS0hX1C3BKHLdJLdyqVw4KIGndEKnmcKB-Rpbis32bUx_-7JgTSB5iy0UE5acHfdcU3j7HnweUDjX_6cYQ9MJs7EMUINemQgl4J9v9OqhFcgjXnHvlld8anvpl_vDlX7R/s320/snapshot_f690f71f_f91a7238.jpg" border="0" /></a> Well, that's all for now, folks. I leave you with a cute little picture of my sweety playin' him some chess. He get's all serious when he plays that game!<br /><br /><p>Odd Pic Out:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz1SAiVh_Lbs1spXt9r_kCpMm9RdJW7oppiLpzgGVrB6jDNDrWkoOK9O9YtNud6oRKy6IgU5WDeFfKJB5dyazzn2ZzGNsR8uGb8N0QrY5nAdZdqpaNINXrUC5PJpf8O4zOI96PHNIaW-7L/s1600/snapshot_f690f71f_19191d74.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480506611017031810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz1SAiVh_Lbs1spXt9r_kCpMm9RdJW7oppiLpzgGVrB6jDNDrWkoOK9O9YtNud6oRKy6IgU5WDeFfKJB5dyazzn2ZzGNsR8uGb8N0QrY5nAdZdqpaNINXrUC5PJpf8O4zOI96PHNIaW-7L/s320/snapshot_f690f71f_19191d74.jpg" border="0" /></a> Donkey! You have a monkey sprouting out of your hip!</p>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00053169905144052535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877103450376707345.post-6056845026962146452010-05-31T07:39:00.000-07:002010-05-31T09:26:45.424-07:00And Then There Were 7<div align="left"><em>Previously, the Founding Father, Paul Snyder, gave a quick rundown of how the families residing in Twin Ridge County are doing. A decision was made by the Town Board, which Paul sits as Head Chair, to update our readers per household, rather than by per round. There was too much going on for Paul to be thorough when updating the readers.</em> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhzNWjgPmBmlz22v0fKqYho-YbmzUaIqzfJGRZLArUW4Fh8tHHZTZoX29ZBuLNrwKMkh6qRgpwyQRDVEa-Qq7yRsuFvKJXeBUsXqB88-vfYZp_fufv3J6xu307ioYAylq513tXZ3KHQ-fZ/s1600/Paint_Family_Pic_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477450416274107122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhzNWjgPmBmlz22v0fKqYho-YbmzUaIqzfJGRZLArUW4Fh8tHHZTZoX29ZBuLNrwKMkh6qRgpwyQRDVEa-Qq7yRsuFvKJXeBUsXqB88-vfYZp_fufv3J6xu307ioYAylq513tXZ3KHQ-fZ/s320/Paint_Family_Pic_1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Hello, dear readers! Paul here, and I'm happy to say that you will only hear from me now when I update you on my house. Each household has been asked to nominate someone to update you, the readers, as to the goings on in their home. In my old age, it's become harder and harder for me to keep up with what's happening in my house, much less of the happenings in other homes. So, without further ado, I present to you my family. Well, those that still live in my home.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTBf52aMC3SX3yoPiWWRVrlz7b2Koox2EdGkGphQ4yNbS2UdJl68AC_gRXssc0w3SMAcec5wgQR6T9gMWd7CJSyxOgo9MPyktEmBeEe06wNOPSfXeHDXgJqssw9402UNEjYP5ld2fidX3S/s1600/snapshot_766cd77f_590eff9b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477452092834275938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTBf52aMC3SX3yoPiWWRVrlz7b2Koox2EdGkGphQ4yNbS2UdJl68AC_gRXssc0w3SMAcec5wgQR6T9gMWd7CJSyxOgo9MPyktEmBeEe06wNOPSfXeHDXgJqssw9402UNEjYP5ld2fidX3S/s320/snapshot_766cd77f_590eff9b.jpg" border="0" /></a> I have the gold badge in robot making, and complete Twin Ridge County's first official Servo. Sadly, I was not able to activate it until last night, when my next oldest in the house went off to University. But, I'm getting a little ahead of myself. So many firsts for our little town. </div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbDXghu49V_hH7cHHZAnFFzVTOOQlhClV6JSGIvMLrKwM-O_TK7wd6ihkmPNbGu5CndJylZ3d-6XgiZOEtF0y4ebxFXJ0qaaodfbz1fTbWfqZ2-G1_7RiUoo9hvTb2xDnR2H-etuZtI__U/s1600/snapshot_766cd77f_590f05fa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477452565687856050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbDXghu49V_hH7cHHZAnFFzVTOOQlhClV6JSGIvMLrKwM-O_TK7wd6ihkmPNbGu5CndJylZ3d-6XgiZOEtF0y4ebxFXJ0qaaodfbz1fTbWfqZ2-G1_7RiUoo9hvTb2xDnR2H-etuZtI__U/s320/snapshot_766cd77f_590f05fa.jpg" border="0" /></a> While I was building a Servo, Christy was busy playing with her clay and built this Ginormous Pot!! She was so excited about getting her Gold Badge in Pottery and didn't know quite what would come of it. She hadn't expected this. So, after she completed it, I asked Andy and a couple of his friends to come over and help me to move it to the upstairs hallway. She originally wanted to sell it or give it away as a gift, but I told her with this being her first, she should keep it, and see about selling or gifting the rest. She'd have to be careful about gifting it though, as there aren't many sims in our town who have a large enough home to house such a thing.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfP4gU-3LFdplhU83p6hmEc5XJdtLcvePIZW9M3t2Cv8vZPVZVdntJgtnerYPCXtJl0Ek1w7Zv1jwCSg1_bdziEF0gZiFlZquLZC4mvh8BIeCp2kHDSD7uGI7egYU_mh9bymk3z9Yx_PAN/s1600/snapshot_766cd77f_b905c407.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477453568927243314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfP4gU-3LFdplhU83p6hmEc5XJdtLcvePIZW9M3t2Cv8vZPVZVdntJgtnerYPCXtJl0Ek1w7Zv1jwCSg1_bdziEF0gZiFlZquLZC4mvh8BIeCp2kHDSD7uGI7egYU_mh9bymk3z9Yx_PAN/s320/snapshot_766cd77f_b905c407.jpg" border="0" /></a> Our two youngest have become school age. Kenny up front and Jenny in the back. Christy and I were quite sad to find that the two don't get along so well. Kenny gets along better with his older sister, Isabella, than he does his twin. Jenny seems to be somewhat of a loner. I suppose that happens when there are so many children in one home.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhssNTew06MH0l-AqQIrZWTW_IgeQP0W1kU1ojnJyYBKb8fW35blqfNonpDcxT_60c-peCTDgqhMo5-0j0MVEhxgew22p_pbEcjvL6sKmRa-vszBoiiSvUsRFOfcW-xJc54G8q-QRqek4xG/s1600/snapshot_766cd77f_5905c10b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477454441463326354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhssNTew06MH0l-AqQIrZWTW_IgeQP0W1kU1ojnJyYBKb8fW35blqfNonpDcxT_60c-peCTDgqhMo5-0j0MVEhxgew22p_pbEcjvL6sKmRa-vszBoiiSvUsRFOfcW-xJc54G8q-QRqek4xG/s320/snapshot_766cd77f_5905c10b.jpg" border="0" /></a> The two children continue to share a bedroom, and after only a few days, Jenny has cluttered up her side like any typical child will do. What you can't see is Kenny's side and I assure you, my friends, that Kenny's side is not much tidier!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQKgtvnQUt-xDgQGLED4cyid4nit8MhjlsdI8TjNrI_YBna_69AkYSo0vW03Xi5T6TkTl-wDtmyYW-LkXQnPX5zlsNo8GDVXmP67LGzVfE2zZST1QliG4wdnZMutkLXnNl7P2iSh_p9rKT/s1600/snapshot_766cd77f_d905ac91.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477455102924464802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQKgtvnQUt-xDgQGLED4cyid4nit8MhjlsdI8TjNrI_YBna_69AkYSo0vW03Xi5T6TkTl-wDtmyYW-LkXQnPX5zlsNo8GDVXmP67LGzVfE2zZST1QliG4wdnZMutkLXnNl7P2iSh_p9rKT/s320/snapshot_766cd77f_d905ac91.jpg" border="0" /></a> Our daughter, Heather, has also become a teenager. She of course changed her clothing and hairstyle shortly after this picture was taken, but she has decided that she wants to follow in my footsteps as to having a Lifetime want of raising 20 puppies or kittens. I tried to change her mind, as I know how difficult this can be. I didn't get very far in this desire myself. She's quite athletic, though and asked to have free will with designing her side of her bedroom that she shares with her sister, Isabella. So, Christy gave her our credit card and told her to have fun. I nearly had a heart attack right then and there!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8zymB4y1XVeu9suS4azX3ELgR66o98OAvwLAoukEWPs6k9ynLX0DT_xOF5J08i4SvHS8_iCSI-DSkMZitBOxCtshiEVfkVh0w81GJN2O9kRht6_SZYelbrUz9H1rVdjrYua7dCHX6f5WC/s1600/snapshot_766cd77f_b905b3ce.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477456139946206962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8zymB4y1XVeu9suS4azX3ELgR66o98OAvwLAoukEWPs6k9ynLX0DT_xOF5J08i4SvHS8_iCSI-DSkMZitBOxCtshiEVfkVh0w81GJN2O9kRht6_SZYelbrUz9H1rVdjrYua7dCHX6f5WC/s320/snapshot_766cd77f_b905b3ce.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is the result of her shopping spree. I think the most expensive item was the carpet, thankfully! It was time for a new carpet in that room, anyway.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL0tkR-xyFeQw6P_njq6khrgLErvr6QjM6enhfD_jijno7RAlTH5jN16Lfc6XCTJLlwNYV-X1e5tILXPA12G5_LuWbh2CxZ6wRkq6cmFDAIbNvy0W_OGI8bOcOGQt8KRaF_wZRcWMh6aXc/s1600/snapshot_766cd77f_390f0170.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477456824338769186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL0tkR-xyFeQw6P_njq6khrgLErvr6QjM6enhfD_jijno7RAlTH5jN16Lfc6XCTJLlwNYV-X1e5tILXPA12G5_LuWbh2CxZ6wRkq6cmFDAIbNvy0W_OGI8bOcOGQt8KRaF_wZRcWMh6aXc/s320/snapshot_766cd77f_390f0170.jpg" border="0" /></a> Our three youngest, Isabella, Kenny and Jenny enjoy the playground we have in the side yard. One day we hope to see our grandchildren that Kenny will father playing on that same playground. For now, we're just happy to see the three playing and not fighting, which is typical of Kenny and Jenny. Of course, good things do not always last forever. Before we knew it, it was time for Isabella to also say "Good Bye" to her childhood.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6aQb9UpssspxPjymmzHscEEqgg50ibdl5tknYqSuK5yTtskAvmlwLeIX6EysJdndJIx9rGhGkBxJ5YMbJxuQhgO2HbEDiNqbblHeJdJtT1nZZ4DmEIKM0T-1373QyM1-rwdVzTHowS-_3/s1600/snapshot_766cd77f_d90f0ce3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477457515501984450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6aQb9UpssspxPjymmzHscEEqgg50ibdl5tknYqSuK5yTtskAvmlwLeIX6EysJdndJIx9rGhGkBxJ5YMbJxuQhgO2HbEDiNqbblHeJdJtT1nZZ4DmEIKM0T-1373QyM1-rwdVzTHowS-_3/s320/snapshot_766cd77f_d90f0ce3.jpg" border="0" /></a> She has turned into such a beautiful young woman! Not wanting to be outdone by her sister, Heather, she also asked Christy for the credit card. I'm going to be in a hospital before these girls are all in university, I tell you!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSzapANzgySIzKaL79MU3y5pGlBAC5DTXrJC28ZekunFvmJC7BBovh2-mHF9EM3dM5_GB-puYw_WC4Sblw7cRIBYC6QrC6dfrA_9F319Qvgln63MLeK1qYHtiGwrT8EGz_m5rP_6r5PDeG/s1600/snapshot_766cd77f_390f1419.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477457915838832562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSzapANzgySIzKaL79MU3y5pGlBAC5DTXrJC28ZekunFvmJC7BBovh2-mHF9EM3dM5_GB-puYw_WC4Sblw7cRIBYC6QrC6dfrA_9F319Qvgln63MLeK1qYHtiGwrT8EGz_m5rP_6r5PDeG/s320/snapshot_766cd77f_390f1419.jpg" border="0" /></a> I'm not entirely sure she has much of a theme going on here, aside from messy. I suppose I should be happy that she wants to decorate it at all! Of course, with two more teenagers in the house, naturally, the house was bursting at it's seems. Frankie sat down with Christy one evening and told her how she'd like to join her two older sisters, Debbie and Emily, at University. She was able to get multiple scholarships, and we wouldn't have to send her off with a cent. So, after Christy called the twins at TRU, she confirmed that there's a bed available, had Frankie call TRU:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbnXMSO6pzsDWN2U731UcE5A0r8AgHmBbNMVJNapu5DvJLbORX0n8BTd8-7pFwdfKVGd5lV2BuovygXRDVGYo0yzlMY6m1SP7WmKaWUAaE7utlz6XdD5C5j_c9kNgUHVhPmKuGTOQ-ROxt/s1600/snapshot_766cd77f_d90f14b0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477458920298349330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbnXMSO6pzsDWN2U731UcE5A0r8AgHmBbNMVJNapu5DvJLbORX0n8BTd8-7pFwdfKVGd5lV2BuovygXRDVGYo0yzlMY6m1SP7WmKaWUAaE7utlz6XdD5C5j_c9kNgUHVhPmKuGTOQ-ROxt/s320/snapshot_766cd77f_d90f14b0.jpg" border="0" /></a> And soon she was headed out the door to her waiting taxi:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqyQc3_OaVnO81BvwSgX_HnAfTaupBnt-WdhhESuRqkLaqIfdZtX8TSliml-e2QwD0PYYqNPi0mAsj-spGj0GhqN9fsIOzqotUhNjK9sUrw8bbxe_r9b7ELSxItyZkbfiRDZ0BdvzNqYWR/s1600/snapshot_766cd77f_190f14f9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477459215001692098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqyQc3_OaVnO81BvwSgX_HnAfTaupBnt-WdhhESuRqkLaqIfdZtX8TSliml-e2QwD0PYYqNPi0mAsj-spGj0GhqN9fsIOzqotUhNjK9sUrw8bbxe_r9b7ELSxItyZkbfiRDZ0BdvzNqYWR/s320/snapshot_766cd77f_190f14f9.jpg" border="0" /></a> In the background, you can see Kenny and Isabella watching Frankie as she walks out the door.</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxdpkQ1pQgED3ceveVadJzcq27HFcNbKffZFqvCapUhJF1hyu8aDbZDFMENHhlPNIUlVmZa4wPOxRHBWDFdtu2sn0QzNKtzIW2sVgJLXMlAPZba6F8M0Er26HMiD_KJy33l9sldr1r_zFh/s1600/snapshot_766cd77f_790f150c.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477459534933404178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxdpkQ1pQgED3ceveVadJzcq27HFcNbKffZFqvCapUhJF1hyu8aDbZDFMENHhlPNIUlVmZa4wPOxRHBWDFdtu2sn0QzNKtzIW2sVgJLXMlAPZba6F8M0Er26HMiD_KJy33l9sldr1r_zFh/s320/snapshot_766cd77f_790f150c.jpg" border="0" /></a> Christy ran out and took this picture just as Frankie drove away. We are hoping to get a chance to visit the girls soon. For now, Frankie's side of her room that she shares with Gabrielle sit's quietly waiting for a new inhabitant.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7xTJ4g3i585ws2tN26Yu1fjckiFFP7ynjH3u-VADGD7Nm1n8EYoZk5PjPXdyXsKi-gvg3vEk5Tl7SemzC_D27AZ2EueQ0IsUmos5iQ7fAcnMsN1IZPLZDGWi_yV-LOYVnRSj8gvW826uW/s1600/snapshot_766cd77f_190f1654.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477461031686311010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7xTJ4g3i585ws2tN26Yu1fjckiFFP7ynjH3u-VADGD7Nm1n8EYoZk5PjPXdyXsKi-gvg3vEk5Tl7SemzC_D27AZ2EueQ0IsUmos5iQ7fAcnMsN1IZPLZDGWi_yV-LOYVnRSj8gvW826uW/s320/snapshot_766cd77f_190f1654.jpg" border="0" /></a> We've noticed that Jenny has her eye on the room. It won't be long and Gabrielle will be heading to join her sisters at TRU as well. Our busy, loud home is quickly becoming very empty and quiet! </p><p align="center"><em>This is a very busy household to play, but one that is very near and dear to my heart. I started playing this family about 2 years ago, but only just started to tell their story. Unfortunately, I do not have many pictures from the beginning, but I've taken so many now that flashbacks later on, will be a MUST!! I hope you enjoy my little corner of the internet!</em></p>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00053169905144052535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877103450376707345.post-63620926975135686992010-05-22T19:18:00.000-07:002010-05-22T21:00:47.799-07:00One Last Group Update<em>Our last visit was actually a newspaper article that anounced Andy Snyder and his family had vacated the Twin Ridge House of Worship. Before that, our founder, Paul Snyder attempted to introduce the residents of Twin Ridge, though not easily done when pictures did not exist of most of them. This will be the last entry that is all encompassing of the entire 'hood. From this point on, we will have entries per household, including those at TRU, Twin Ridge University.</em><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw_Ssn90uWnfvhEtTkoiU4gIQvH6OifdTgYInAPIYMvq8OZEMjx4bmvvatld2_PwkQ6ZFTCW-rvCI0hrXQ7LzsU7Oo5WG4PgtIhB2Oa8PYWhpI-la9y2dnthSnaYTrxSfeYQTYmqsVrSEg/s1600/snapshot_56d28a55_d85f2b8d.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474285323273664594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw_Ssn90uWnfvhEtTkoiU4gIQvH6OifdTgYInAPIYMvq8OZEMjx4bmvvatld2_PwkQ6ZFTCW-rvCI0hrXQ7LzsU7Oo5WG4PgtIhB2Oa8PYWhpI-la9y2dnthSnaYTrxSfeYQTYmqsVrSEg/s320/snapshot_56d28a55_d85f2b8d.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;">Hello, dear readers. My eldest child, Andy, has asked that I assure everyone that he does still live in Twin Ridge by including a picture of his new home. The article that appeared in <em>Twin Ridge Reports</em>, surprised all of us. Andy and his wife hadn't even signed the paperwork signing the House of Worship back over to the town when that article appeared! As far as I know, no one in my family has voiced any desire to take over their old home, contrary to what the article stated. Anyhow, I will start with Andy, as he is our oldest. His family is growing with leaps and bounds. He now is the proud father of 5 children, Alora, Blake, Cheri, Daniel, and Elizabeth. Cheri is their adopted child, who is a darling to the whole family!</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5KJHiO-xpuNJkj5YyFruQFf25VeNFL6j0pNjtjb_TIplSYCpUAlB2T3UMiAxWJYWOseRymBOqw8dDlQl2hoga1VvQeEqxkNLQ-U3XVuSVLrWzzM58nWQgtQLasPZvX96mpDP8gQJr1rRV/s1600/snapshot_56d28a55_f87ade38.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474287980320827922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5KJHiO-xpuNJkj5YyFruQFf25VeNFL6j0pNjtjb_TIplSYCpUAlB2T3UMiAxWJYWOseRymBOqw8dDlQl2hoga1VvQeEqxkNLQ-U3XVuSVLrWzzM58nWQgtQLasPZvX96mpDP8gQJr1rRV/s320/snapshot_56d28a55_f87ade38.jpg" border="0" /></a> Andy's oldest is now a teenager. Christy and I chuckle to ourselves as we hear the stories Andy and Aiyana tell us about the troubles Alora's been getting into. "Really, it's not all that bad", I tell him, "Try having nine daughters"! I can literally see him shudder when I say this to him! Try as I might, I continue to have problems getting pictures of all of his children, but these are what we have:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6qx2k2uEX9c1CBA03F-5wXFbLPycN-ZNZnkbSBcjsxo5q5edZqCojzAvJsRrO-Ww2VqZej8XFz1GbZo0tJpzo0_KVhPvRBsyqVT2sPMn75jIH8dPHJ4bxALDPD6MR09AK6KcLfAH4NHcF/s1600/snapshot_56d28a55_d87ae082.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474291109761646306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6qx2k2uEX9c1CBA03F-5wXFbLPycN-ZNZnkbSBcjsxo5q5edZqCojzAvJsRrO-Ww2VqZej8XFz1GbZo0tJpzo0_KVhPvRBsyqVT2sPMn75jIH8dPHJ4bxALDPD6MR09AK6KcLfAH4NHcF/s320/snapshot_56d28a55_d87ae082.jpg" border="0" /></a> The only one of the children that I do not have a picture of is the youngest boy, Daniel. I've searched and searched, even Christy was surprised Andy hadn't sent us a picture of him. But, the one in purple, thats Elizabeth, Daniel's twin. Of course, you've already seen a picture of Cheri, the little red head to the right.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBRV1GAJk3NfYfN29Aqv6TF5p87gfCmw_4YwteNZ-bNjuQqLY301tJdp9lM1HzR0kdz72ljzenkV0VNBwFBZ22G5DtLevD5qyL6ZpE_ds9UoI7dRomP_6p_JVV-Ew2ydkwh9UhMiZvhEuS/s1600/snapshot_187b0765_387b0766.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474291859501382098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBRV1GAJk3NfYfN29Aqv6TF5p87gfCmw_4YwteNZ-bNjuQqLY301tJdp9lM1HzR0kdz72ljzenkV0VNBwFBZ22G5DtLevD5qyL6ZpE_ds9UoI7dRomP_6p_JVV-Ew2ydkwh9UhMiZvhEuS/s320/snapshot_187b0765_387b0766.jpg" border="0" /></a>What is this busy place, you ask? Well, this is our very own, Twin Ridge Bakery. Andy met and befriended the owners while in University. Juan and Opal Harris. Opal can be seen behind the register and Juan is the chef to the left of the picture stocking his shelves. Together, they've had a son, Aaron. Juan hopes to one day pass his business down to Aaron, but right now, Aaron can only think about the girls! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-2rC5aiNlgr7KDnonh3OZ0VJmHg66ejQ2yzGDEVjSM-LMam3-XCxw8vqpFbFDYpHbenO8z5IcYpg2HAzlhPhdjG90uNvpopQvB7neGoqAxNE00SYVb7VZ6UewZoS1HiaDPg10Ix7Frdps/s1600/snapshot_187b0765_f87ecb8d.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474292685168629826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-2rC5aiNlgr7KDnonh3OZ0VJmHg66ejQ2yzGDEVjSM-LMam3-XCxw8vqpFbFDYpHbenO8z5IcYpg2HAzlhPhdjG90uNvpopQvB7neGoqAxNE00SYVb7VZ6UewZoS1HiaDPg10Ix7Frdps/s320/snapshot_187b0765_f87ecb8d.jpg" border="0" /></a> Juan emailed us this picture of Aaron shortly after he celebrated his 13th birthday. Both Juan and Opal have red hair, so of course Aaron does too. I'm told that when all three get into an argument together, it's not a place you want to be. Not even a fly on the wall! I heard my daughter Frankie talking on the phone with her niece, Alora, the other night about Aaron. All three teen's have a class together and the two girls apparently think that Aaron is quite the catch. Though that's not exactly the word I heard Frankie use....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3uBO_giPQ69q9uvJN5CzFVPXhKYyrnmyhQVr7FbdmLPSUkp1mBR947N2jfjrEfq_UTlU-j1VZEcKj4gAmSAEf_R9Xhgu2AFgCuKiUyxSHoAjig9uJEWNgon3s8ScMOkZVMK9q-nH_6X5f/s1600/snapshot_f87f1141_387f1142.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474294311720325810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3uBO_giPQ69q9uvJN5CzFVPXhKYyrnmyhQVr7FbdmLPSUkp1mBR947N2jfjrEfq_UTlU-j1VZEcKj4gAmSAEf_R9Xhgu2AFgCuKiUyxSHoAjig9uJEWNgon3s8ScMOkZVMK9q-nH_6X5f/s320/snapshot_f87f1141_387f1142.jpg" border="0" /></a> As strange as this place looks from the outside, the inside is quite dazzling. (That's another word I heard used the other day! Thought I'd use it here!) This is Twin Ridge Florist, owned and operated by BJ and Christa Steele. Who? Another couple of friends of Andy's. He met them both at University as well, and asked them to move to Twin Ridge. See, Twin Ridge had very few residents before we moved here. Infact, most of the residents consisted of the four legged type. You know, wolves, dogs, cats, skunks, etc. So, when the Snyder's (That's us) moved in, we pretty much took the town over to be ours.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdpE_Bztcu2Su6_6nzUTSBX8EBcDxzs8_mxQGxm00qR4B5VkYzl6qGhZjATk3FU2wIrsLBjKCj7r-zn-5t__dvHCxY3y4PXNwycOpx6d1mEjiRkURQzrpqQcbQ0tYNa1QunKHXwe0WX76O/s1600/snapshot_f87f1141_78fbe206.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474296273487644050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdpE_Bztcu2Su6_6nzUTSBX8EBcDxzs8_mxQGxm00qR4B5VkYzl6qGhZjATk3FU2wIrsLBjKCj7r-zn-5t__dvHCxY3y4PXNwycOpx6d1mEjiRkURQzrpqQcbQ0tYNa1QunKHXwe0WX76O/s320/snapshot_f87f1141_78fbe206.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here is a nice picture of three out of the four Steele's. BJ, Baxter, and Christa. Their oldest child, Adelle, is of course taking the picture.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhF3YhGaCBDplIN2b3HMH1yCUvX73XP9EieO-zKFeT_bQzTGNQvd0XQVQYCtayuurzfEuFD-UrWj5Vu-wJqDEYxWyfQ3BomJvBq8x8RPnmApdbgakLHQDBolj7kCd6YYPlEVhJuReZmbDS/s1600/snapshot_f87f1141_b8fbd8e4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474296727203868610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhF3YhGaCBDplIN2b3HMH1yCUvX73XP9EieO-zKFeT_bQzTGNQvd0XQVQYCtayuurzfEuFD-UrWj5Vu-wJqDEYxWyfQ3BomJvBq8x8RPnmApdbgakLHQDBolj7kCd6YYPlEVhJuReZmbDS/s320/snapshot_f87f1141_b8fbd8e4.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here is Adelle shortly after becoming a teen. She's a wonderful girl. She's already earned 4 scholarships towards University and working on learning all there is to know about arranging flowers. Though she will not live in the family home when she becomes an adult, flower arranging is not a bad hobby to have!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif3L6j4f-prBqm1bmlSoepjoac9mMERsgzdCXhlWK459lNdoHXB_BC7nZJVqgL1b1rzUgUiqcpz_yWva8G7ncRPF9p61ir7B-6zTF3SSKaOsPKRrigMpbmkSWap2aJFoCidSoUEZsRpFBw/s1600/snapshot_f700b94b_18fc73bc.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474297749875505810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif3L6j4f-prBqm1bmlSoepjoac9mMERsgzdCXhlWK459lNdoHXB_BC7nZJVqgL1b1rzUgUiqcpz_yWva8G7ncRPF9p61ir7B-6zTF3SSKaOsPKRrigMpbmkSWap2aJFoCidSoUEZsRpFBw/s320/snapshot_f700b94b_18fc73bc.jpg" border="0" /></a>Our second child, yet first born, (yes, I know you can work that one out) is Brittne. She married Armando Do shortly after graduating from TRU. The are now the proud parents of two sets of twins, the first Adam and Brody, Brody being the spitting image of his father, and the second set of twins, Cheri and Danielle. Yes, we already have a "Cheri" in our family, as does happen in many families, especially when families are as large as ours. Thankfully, I do have a picture of all four of her children.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJW4paa3ooqGYSHz_w3VwSoBs2A69KAY-sWFScDL7iDZzHEDSmXrSDmU72sP58WXYFAVQd8Z1gl-OX71SeZEvc5LAvg_M0c9lXwRof4vahOxd7d5qE-ebRodPMxyjxGiNjA61tuj2Tm7o4/s1600/snapshot_f700b94b_d8fc7a6d.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474299142576569986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJW4paa3ooqGYSHz_w3VwSoBs2A69KAY-sWFScDL7iDZzHEDSmXrSDmU72sP58WXYFAVQd8Z1gl-OX71SeZEvc5LAvg_M0c9lXwRof4vahOxd7d5qE-ebRodPMxyjxGiNjA61tuj2Tm7o4/s320/snapshot_f700b94b_d8fc7a6d.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here are the boys, being taught the wonderful skill of studying. Obviously our Brittne was pregnant for the girls in this picture. Brody is on the left, and Adam on the right.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbX1eaRlg2ejAxDi_3PeMjv7w4qCTkbb90bu4fHLFsSbqQd5PGPI06od45hpO8t23wKHAhMoyMQORiTyXXCvQgV2fXhnnnGQLSRD9GH6EQyErqx90of0A0CrJACLNbQt1uvIFPavGo4ZkM/s1600/snapshot_f700b94b_99007d44.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474299658688353554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbX1eaRlg2ejAxDi_3PeMjv7w4qCTkbb90bu4fHLFsSbqQd5PGPI06od45hpO8t23wKHAhMoyMQORiTyXXCvQgV2fXhnnnGQLSRD9GH6EQyErqx90of0A0CrJACLNbQt1uvIFPavGo4ZkM/s320/snapshot_f700b94b_99007d44.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is the girls, Armando carries Cheri and Brittne has Danielle. Of course, the girls are toddlers now, and Brittne apparently has the baby bug again! They have a large enough home, so I suppose they will have it better than Christy and I did. Also, Armando is a "Rock God" whatever that means, and our Brittne is head of the SCIA. So, financially, they're doing much better than we did. I hear that Armando picked the phone up the other day and hired a butler. A BUTLER, I say! I suppose Brittne will certainly need all the help she can get, especially if there's another baby Do or two on the way!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIfa1DbXaWVvoKcFEZTydpIng81OZfjKgA6AfJofCrpZzQefQZ7crmr2KV5XSIZ5nt6wZw7nMfxREwY67k2ZsIgt8e8bZ-keVufGBkRRsmMGZYyRliScwWa9OIsNX1YpE8847r1izJOTeF/s1600/snapshot_b7e75490_b9047e02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474300608176183650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIfa1DbXaWVvoKcFEZTydpIng81OZfjKgA6AfJofCrpZzQefQZ7crmr2KV5XSIZ5nt6wZw7nMfxREwY67k2ZsIgt8e8bZ-keVufGBkRRsmMGZYyRliScwWa9OIsNX1YpE8847r1izJOTeF/s320/snapshot_b7e75490_b9047e02.jpg" border="0" /></a> And finally, our last child living on their own is our Carol. If you'll remember, she found love in the most unlikely of sims when she met Rosemarie Jitmakusol at TRU. Carol has told her mother that she fought her desires as much as she could, though all she could think about was the cute and perky little cheerleader who kept popping in the house on campus they rented. So, they both decided to stop fighting it, and began to see each other in more than just a platonic way. Pictures from their wedding were included earlier. They are both now the proud parents of that little boy standing behind them. That is their Aiden. That kid is the smartest kid I've met in my life! He has already become an expert cook, has quite the body skill and can have the most intelligent conversations with you! Now, all of my children are smart, but my grandson is a genius, I tell you!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh47I9CUTpTIMW91C38-ujvBIDmy033YzA1URtj_XroIM7rsZJuR2hS7l-DXIfmbBGFvghw_n9qNEIAfiKGOCOXzvgIZiAhigvi5bQZpvM-1WAPqNT6-IpOlIoYmejV4NDn6V6qKhWVAf60/s1600/snapshot_b7e75490_d7e755f9.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVozDM-PcnAQdhr2vaT3f-UZlP3Gh5TEK-oJQM1roQ8MloqmKIXiIn3oTHFqeqY5XHjT-J7U0X-ULSvYIigXGQmLbov4lUbTnlaq0ODHLATwv00QJGu9KpPaksOLG2ZSEooWTMHHqMczUa/s1600/snapshot_b7e75490_99047ad0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474302932034180194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVozDM-PcnAQdhr2vaT3f-UZlP3Gh5TEK-oJQM1roQ8MloqmKIXiIn3oTHFqeqY5XHjT-J7U0X-ULSvYIigXGQmLbov4lUbTnlaq0ODHLATwv00QJGu9KpPaksOLG2ZSEooWTMHHqMczUa/s320/snapshot_b7e75490_99047ad0.jpg" border="0" /></a> Andy and his family went over to visit Carola and Rosemarie one Sunday after church. He told me that initially he and Aiyana were uncomfortable accepting the invitation, not really know what to expect. But, it soon became clear that they were just like everyone else. "And, Dad, that kid, Aiden, he's amazing! Carol is so blessed to have such a great kid"! I've never seen Andy so excited over another sims child before! Of course he loves all of his nieces and nephews, but when it comes to kids, his are the greatest, if you get my drift. To hear him talk this way about another child, it's music to my ears!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-C8SVqiryq2UDR75y9FOUkZs7tDjFRfzOokSJpEfEwGE8-7UCKyjWuNIWXN4LuZKq-CPnnwxYu53yDpnvkvDqlONjXo3ODuK5yuXMhFrMFNyiY1itUM6s3gEYhjiEN7TFpuYfqSvjrcKB/s1600/snapshot_f690f71f_1854e2a1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474304242954066194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-C8SVqiryq2UDR75y9FOUkZs7tDjFRfzOokSJpEfEwGE8-7UCKyjWuNIWXN4LuZKq-CPnnwxYu53yDpnvkvDqlONjXo3ODuK5yuXMhFrMFNyiY1itUM6s3gEYhjiEN7TFpuYfqSvjrcKB/s320/snapshot_f690f71f_1854e2a1.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmZ2TLnskKPiMLJ_kE5J4tROoX9SLWUeHWx8dgxT84dw9HQCHX4N0Lco1kIliEwpWbmPm3pBx5nmj6W80hRNydol16yV7qOa56QQJhoERFSNoFdpgiLPO5b8wZYIs6YNxR2ZJe41sNydBn/s1600/snapshot_f690f71f_1854e2c0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474304434541549314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmZ2TLnskKPiMLJ_kE5J4tROoX9SLWUeHWx8dgxT84dw9HQCHX4N0Lco1kIliEwpWbmPm3pBx5nmj6W80hRNydol16yV7qOa56QQJhoERFSNoFdpgiLPO5b8wZYIs6YNxR2ZJe41sNydBn/s320/snapshot_f690f71f_1854e2c0.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p>Now, I didn't have pictures of my two angels at TRU the last time we met. I'm proud to say, I do now! To the left, we have Emily and to the right we have Debbie. My fourth and fifth children, and first set of twins. Obviously they are not identical, Debbie looking very much like her mother, and Emily looking much like myself.</p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHdKtTx8kNk49YR11Pf0vThkVp2eE9mdFZYZHfAb4txZkKrLs5TImtdrZtW-Wxob7JbdBHsDz26A-rZ_YrGsJUmGLt1kezYzM0uDKMrccwjGuh53kfnd8vQqiEOyVibO3b9fjx2pUH83jl/s1600/snapshot_f700b94b_f901d4cd.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474305618408770578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHdKtTx8kNk49YR11Pf0vThkVp2eE9mdFZYZHfAb4txZkKrLs5TImtdrZtW-Wxob7JbdBHsDz26A-rZ_YrGsJUmGLt1kezYzM0uDKMrccwjGuh53kfnd8vQqiEOyVibO3b9fjx2pUH83jl/s320/snapshot_f700b94b_f901d4cd.jpg" border="0" /></a>I leave you, dear readers, with a scene from the back yard at my daughter Brittne's house. As I said, she and Armando are certainly doing well for themselves and their family. Soon, we will have an update on what's going on at our home. For now, this is everyone else who didn't show up the last time we met!Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00053169905144052535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877103450376707345.post-34542715577754621952010-01-17T15:22:00.000-08:002010-01-17T15:50:21.570-08:00Breaking News!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC65gzYP9Aaqs3-0hw8ChNGJHtVa-49BJDnO8gBr6yFQtYnfWGDojuv9baDe2HkpU9sOQ5HyVeFhZeiEX-ycTuLCrMQoVsrg9NSqT3zZ4kykSeqyfVbd4ThBA2HF6t2kMWxOskHiOebVnW/s1600-h/snapshot_0000001f_785f7f73.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427857879391175746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC65gzYP9Aaqs3-0hw8ChNGJHtVa-49BJDnO8gBr6yFQtYnfWGDojuv9baDe2HkpU9sOQ5HyVeFhZeiEX-ycTuLCrMQoVsrg9NSqT3zZ4kykSeqyfVbd4ThBA2HF6t2kMWxOskHiOebVnW/s320/snapshot_0000001f_785f7f73.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">This just in! Twin Ridge House of Worship is up for sale!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><div></div><br /><div>It would seem that Andrew Snyder, son of Twin Ridge founding father, Paul Snyder, has turned in the deed to his home and moved out. Reports are saying that he and his wife have found the house attached to the church is too small for their ever growing family.</div><div></div><div></div><br /><br /><div>"It's no wonder he has such a big family, look at where he comes from!" This from long time school friend, Juan Harris who owns with his wife, Opal, Twin Ridge Bakery.</div><div><br /><br /></div><div>Rumor has it that another Snyder has their eye on the newly vacated House of Worship.</div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br />More to come with the next edition of Twin Ridge Reports!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00053169905144052535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877103450376707345.post-4163431916611129052010-01-08T16:41:00.000-08:002010-01-08T17:32:06.394-08:00Time is tickin'<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2g11pyEIXy_-TKaBcedyyxd7WexqQgibehOtcdCY0Qm19lFP4JBw8XVRErVP-3L1Y9f5NqSOoMtmSZVCjV-DLyNO1tzjrDFz7Fd7vttTAqbZKWyoTg3nJAIdW_O9RSVfz1uyCgiYQ4Nyb/s1600-h/snapshot_766cd77f_f8536f53.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424545278657718962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2g11pyEIXy_-TKaBcedyyxd7WexqQgibehOtcdCY0Qm19lFP4JBw8XVRErVP-3L1Y9f5NqSOoMtmSZVCjV-DLyNO1tzjrDFz7Fd7vttTAqbZKWyoTg3nJAIdW_O9RSVfz1uyCgiYQ4Nyb/s320/snapshot_766cd77f_f8536f53.jpg" border="0" /></a>We moved. Well, we tried to move, but the house we moved to was too large. Large? What?! But we have so many children, how could the house possibly be too large?! Well, when it takes me a half hour to get from the back nursery to the car, I know it's too large. So, after celebrating the twins birthday, Christy and I contacted Sim City's one and only reale estate agent and told them what we wanted. The result is the home you see pictured above. Well, it's not really "new", it's new to us, but the style is one that has been around since the beginning of time. Literally. We have the kids upstairs and Christy and I are enjoying ourselves downstairs off the back of the kitchen. No stairs for us! The twins are toddlers now, so the older girls help us out with them a bit more. Frankie is getting closer and closer to graduating high school and joining her sisters, Debbie and Emily at TRU.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNnEtQXKmwruFgR42O8f7tqwfAc85NVXhlDCL8Megw8oSXY2f0vcGcat_oAs3jMKG9iPXMar2kEi3fgY0P6va_UnJ_er-58xrIDWs2OWAlqrOueJHU_3y0MiPcCd_HmvLqQfGqUchKexSi/s1600-h/snapshot_766cd77f_d7f9aee8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424535705436720274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNnEtQXKmwruFgR42O8f7tqwfAc85NVXhlDCL8Megw8oSXY2f0vcGcat_oAs3jMKG9iPXMar2kEi3fgY0P6va_UnJ_er-58xrIDWs2OWAlqrOueJHU_3y0MiPcCd_HmvLqQfGqUchKexSi/s320/snapshot_766cd77f_d7f9aee8.jpg" border="0" /></a> That's our Frankie. She's on the phone non-stop now. She's always talking to one boy or another. Christy tells me I should just relax, but as the father of 9 girls, it's a little difficult to just relax. Christy seems to have this parenting thing down pat, but I tell you what, it's not all that easy! Frankie has a younger sister, Gabrielle, who will also be heading to TRU soon. She's not as, well, she doesn't express herself as Frankie does. Frankie is our "Goth" girl, and Gabrielle is our hippie child. She's the complete opposite of Frankie. So much so that when we moved to this old farm house, we both were a little worried about telling them they'd have to share a room. But, they both found a way to make it work. I suppose after sharing a room with 4 sisters all their lives, sharing it with just one other wasn't so bad.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy6kjd5T0Loh7RNieTSWojH7v5KrGgPcwSvuuyosSAeR5CJYr8_l1K9CNoxToVwEhaYn5FzngLPeW88wMKBqN_H-N6jUJP0LxG7Y2V2LAdpPdcIEJPQMmnlj_yP6Lt8SEvXAYoQXaeHxb0/s1600-h/snapshot_766cd77f_b7f9aeb5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424540049500827282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy6kjd5T0Loh7RNieTSWojH7v5KrGgPcwSvuuyosSAeR5CJYr8_l1K9CNoxToVwEhaYn5FzngLPeW88wMKBqN_H-N6jUJP0LxG7Y2V2LAdpPdcIEJPQMmnlj_yP6Lt8SEvXAYoQXaeHxb0/s320/snapshot_766cd77f_b7f9aeb5.jpg" border="0" /></a> That's Gabrielle. She's our hippie slash family girl. She wants to one day become an Education Minister. So, naturally she can't wait to go onto TRU. She can always be found studying something or helping one of her younger siblings at learning to do something new. Christy and I are very proud of all of our children, but everyone has that one child that's their favorite. Oh, don't go acting all shocked. You know darn well that you have one of your children that you like just a tad bit more than the rest. Well, this is that one for us. She's made us both so proud in so many ways.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcApEnIEpCa_16ehyq7dRZu3qSJuTa3GkbcJ3qe-QBGasDzyXxU-MogO7a1YRpyf9gdaS_h4UFGfMsBhR6DWg-98MdGkFNFLlIGbsUtwSiltaQyzLVWOavWdnr9lgxlteSA_qZHPUSMKYU/s1600-h/snapshot_766cd77f_18535346.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424546429449669346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcApEnIEpCa_16ehyq7dRZu3qSJuTa3GkbcJ3qe-QBGasDzyXxU-MogO7a1YRpyf9gdaS_h4UFGfMsBhR6DWg-98MdGkFNFLlIGbsUtwSiltaQyzLVWOavWdnr9lgxlteSA_qZHPUSMKYU/s200/snapshot_766cd77f_18535346.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNHK7vKIVpgVgJ7glf2KEBuY7urfZvg0aQzRFFvwDvOEu91we0Na-VSIV19Yjl8jpCfDHZzt93NtfiIduFEzadqFABSh5kqGkEx0PQtX-FeyGDqpYTzD6bo_8wVxG2TWPeT4KShTQjQDyF/s1600-h/snapshot_766cd77f_785351e8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424546314232998418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNHK7vKIVpgVgJ7glf2KEBuY7urfZvg0aQzRFFvwDvOEu91we0Na-VSIV19Yjl8jpCfDHZzt93NtfiIduFEzadqFABSh5kqGkEx0PQtX-FeyGDqpYTzD6bo_8wVxG2TWPeT4KShTQjQDyF/s200/snapshot_766cd77f_785351e8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is our two youngest. Jennie and Kenny. Christy could not have been happier when the doctor said "It's a Boy!" She'd been wanting a boy since the day child services dropped our Andy off. There is no kinda love like a love between mother and son. Though Kenny is only 2 years old right now, it's been decided that he will inherit our farm house when the time comes. Of course he has no clue right now what that all entails, but one day he will. Jenny took after her mama in the looks department, like the rest of our girls. Each and everyone of them could easily pass for Christy! If not for the different hairstyles, it'd be difficult to tell who is who!<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheC_7mUtRvp_2DxBU14zgdi4GCKgcnpCNR1rSOM1qbMyLz-INI3Dpfua8ndk7IC-s43UajDq4dyKGIQ-H-_BUYQ4oDBj45Glqq6yNJtodHFyaQhJbM4B2ZMp4evg8eSLIMFOnIpe5-wncP/s1600-h/snapshot_766cd77f_77f9af17.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424542041355891186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheC_7mUtRvp_2DxBU14zgdi4GCKgcnpCNR1rSOM1qbMyLz-INI3Dpfua8ndk7IC-s43UajDq4dyKGIQ-H-_BUYQ4oDBj45Glqq6yNJtodHFyaQhJbM4B2ZMp4evg8eSLIMFOnIpe5-wncP/s320/snapshot_766cd77f_77f9af17.jpg" border="0" /></a>This is our Heather. Yes, I know I'm going in and out of birth order, but this is how the pictures came together. Anyway, that young lady in the background isn't one of my children. Oh no, nope, that's my granddaughter! That's little Cheri, Andy's adopted daughter. He and Aiyana wanted to carry on the tradition of adopting children. Of course, they had no idea that they would have 4 others of their own. Andy's starting to think they may take after us! Whew, for his own sake, I hope not! They all live in a two bedroom home! I can't even imagine! It's hard enough with a 4 bedroom home!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPLzI7-IDnu3n8yEqCL33u-e5K6K4Aty5jU4sOY4KoXZAriVfG5t8ooXYT646ZhLq0iFQMm6IVoRdOLi_dR0TKYIW0JWmuKpyA4ogxzNbmhp2HAgSzkR1xQcV-56ewoqEns5C5mBdQLrE-/s1600-h/snapshot_766cd77f_d7f9b3f7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424543213935958594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPLzI7-IDnu3n8yEqCL33u-e5K6K4Aty5jU4sOY4KoXZAriVfG5t8ooXYT646ZhLq0iFQMm6IVoRdOLi_dR0TKYIW0JWmuKpyA4ogxzNbmhp2HAgSzkR1xQcV-56ewoqEns5C5mBdQLrE-/s320/snapshot_766cd77f_d7f9b3f7.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is a picture of our only other child still living at home, Isabella. She's very much into princesses and castles. She and Heather share a room right now, but once the two older girls move onto college, the middle ones will get their own rooms for a bit. Of course, that is until Jennie and Kenny start to need their own privacy from each other.</p><p>Well, Christy and I both had a birthday recently. We no longer are the youthful looking sims that we always wanted to be. But, Christy has retired from being a Captain Hero, a position that our Frankie hopes to one day hold. I've of course quit working years ago, so we are together enjoying our children, watching them grow, and pruning our gardens and sewing our clothes. Once our Kenny graduates from TRU, we will make residence in the retirement home down the street that we encouraged the mayor to have erected. Knowing it wouldn't be long before we'd need a small apartment for ourselves, we pushed the good mayor to make a home for the elderly. We can only cheat death for so long, and I think even Christy will agree, time is a-tickin' away.</p><p>Till next time, dear friends. I will be updating you as often as I can. I hope to introduce you to my girls who are TRU next. </p></div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00053169905144052535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877103450376707345.post-21053620836310970362009-10-19T18:31:00.001-07:002009-10-19T19:26:25.563-07:00Introductions, please<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDPHfcmQvKpg90PyAsl8RNj6LhTo2TTvBoHjy0xSvOH1q9OzttDRo9V4ORZbLjhB55Ba8W1T4QwboHoHjmDmWhBCyGv3D8xU9IxXVWDeuiEJpe1H5_Zsqh_xRW14ajYs6R6zhdf8GTDa0y/s1600-h/snapshot_b5d96729_95f4d92d.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394488781222549826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDPHfcmQvKpg90PyAsl8RNj6LhTo2TTvBoHjy0xSvOH1q9OzttDRo9V4ORZbLjhB55Ba8W1T4QwboHoHjmDmWhBCyGv3D8xU9IxXVWDeuiEJpe1H5_Zsqh_xRW14ajYs6R6zhdf8GTDa0y/s320/snapshot_b5d96729_95f4d92d.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Paul Snyder. This is the first picture of me that we were able to find in our dusty attic. This was me at Twin Ridge University, or as it's known around these parts, TRU. I couldn't tell you why this picture was taken, or who I was on the phone with, but I can tell you one thing, going to TRU was the best choice of my life. </div><div></div><br /><div>See, I lived in Sim City, as so many do. I was an orphan, which I'm well aware that this is how most stories start. I don't want sympathy. I don't want pity. Really, I don't want anything but to tell our story. When I say "our", I mean my wife, Christy, and our family's. I met my wife at TRU in my sophmore year. She moved to my dorm and at first, she was just another girl. But now, she's my best friend, my soul mate. I was able to find a picture of her as well from those early days.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdljM_DjJeHrB84giHkI7IQVhp8iw3pWbUIIQAl6SaLee_fXc5iRFWqkHZ3c6zRg1evxf2jSXz4eyfxplDdklYY3eJGkbfid4TgaDUmp7OI-DfizbNQeG6ETPwyEeea6wk7DsYUtw-_t1e/s1600-h/snapshot_b5d96729_55f4d9d3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394490847429813794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdljM_DjJeHrB84giHkI7IQVhp8iw3pWbUIIQAl6SaLee_fXc5iRFWqkHZ3c6zRg1evxf2jSXz4eyfxplDdklYY3eJGkbfid4TgaDUmp7OI-DfizbNQeG6ETPwyEeea6wk7DsYUtw-_t1e/s320/snapshot_b5d96729_55f4d9d3.jpg" border="0" /></a> Of course she'd not be too awful happy if she knew I'd found this, considering that it was hidden on the 250th page of her Physics book. I don't really know if there was a reason for it's location in that book. There didn't appear to be anything of importance on that page, but I snatched it out of that book and hid it fair and square in the one place she'll never look, my top dresser drawer where it just so happens I keep my undergarments!</div><br /><p>I should probably mention that we have a large family. I do mean large. And I do not have pictures of each of our children. I do know exactly how terrible that sounds, but once you hear of how many children we have, it may be a little more understanding. I will show pictures of the ones I was able to locate.</p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4jbP-YVYeqmNRZzQThXKpE1xb7hG9-WQEQmDDB2-GIRCqZBTVTaC-2tWQa34kLbIyplxXlIdU41f-hYb4kMvVrel_MKQgAvKMy3ROhNw7rvr6IHztnXgHhyphenhyphen201q47yVLuX7qSQO6eJe57/s1600-h/tsnapshot_b6dae3a5_b6d2a08c.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394492334165232930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4jbP-YVYeqmNRZzQThXKpE1xb7hG9-WQEQmDDB2-GIRCqZBTVTaC-2tWQa34kLbIyplxXlIdU41f-hYb4kMvVrel_MKQgAvKMy3ROhNw7rvr6IHztnXgHhyphenhyphen201q47yVLuX7qSQO6eJe57/s320/tsnapshot_b6dae3a5_b6d2a08c.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is our first child, who we adopted when we weren't able to get pregnant immediately. This is a picture of Andy on his honeymoon. He married a young lady he also met at TRU. She was the cheerleader for the Llama's. They also have begun growing their family and Andy tells me that he and Aiyana couldn't be having a better time! It would only be natural that he love children so much.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjonaOmSDxwLZm-daMrTpPYzc_UjYRZVouK1iE6IfCLICdIJemLGqpyYOG9zqlDx29KnWTcWZuZYkjP7QsEqQozDRMo5K_2qD3D2K1zw5SVHrgsa-C7_7okTf8_rIwF0Q6ufJOxNIMhmPT0/s1600-h/snapshot_f700b94b_b700c2d7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394494283262766082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjonaOmSDxwLZm-daMrTpPYzc_UjYRZVouK1iE6IfCLICdIJemLGqpyYOG9zqlDx29KnWTcWZuZYkjP7QsEqQozDRMo5K_2qD3D2K1zw5SVHrgsa-C7_7okTf8_rIwF0Q6ufJOxNIMhmPT0/s320/snapshot_f700b94b_b700c2d7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This is our oldest daughter, Brittne. She has a beautiful home that was built by a contractor from Simginia. Very beautiful indeed! Anyway, Christy couldn't have been happier than the day she found out she was pregnant with our first natural born child. It seems like just yesterday that Christy came home from the doctors office with tears in her eyes! Now, Brittne is a parent herself! So many years have gone by, I do wish that we had more pictures of our children. I'm beginning to think we need to get the whole family together again for a family portrait. This is something I'll have to talk to Christy about.<br /><br />I digress and apologize for the rambling. See, I've only introduced you to two of our children and there are still so many more to go! The next child for me to introduce you to is the only other child living on her own and extending her family by leaps and bounds. This would be Carol. She was always a bit different than the rest of our children, but we love her nonetheless.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi73mdxnlE7bQa8KxUZcNr12XUJeWAEnq7loJHa18-afbxqQFhVOWMFYfvNmXVBCMwnjh8OBOmOoPwdrNPr3bpW5uLvCM1AIu-2mzzUS3F5ittbHm2eDcIaYn5eqX_8Se80RacbzkwdQx1/s1600-h/snapshot_b7e75490_37e75492.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394496047859296802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi73mdxnlE7bQa8KxUZcNr12XUJeWAEnq7loJHa18-afbxqQFhVOWMFYfvNmXVBCMwnjh8OBOmOoPwdrNPr3bpW5uLvCM1AIu-2mzzUS3F5ittbHm2eDcIaYn5eqX_8Se80RacbzkwdQx1/s320/snapshot_b7e75490_37e75492.jpg" border="0" /></a> She married her college sweetheart, Rosemarie Jitmakusol. Our third child found that those of the opposite sex were just not attractive to her. She felt so uncomfortable around men, and I suppose that may be because of all the females that were in our home. Carol and Rosemarie recently welcomed their first child into their home through adoption!<br /><br /><br /><p>The rest of my children, I sadly do not have pictures of. However, they are Debbie and Emily our twin daughters who are away at TRU, Frankie, and Gabrielle our two teenage daughters who are close to going onto TRU, Heather our daughter who just started going to school, Isabella our 2 year old and Jennie and Kenny our newborn twins. Kenny being the only natural born son and Christy tells me the last child to be born into our home by us. Kenny will also one day inherit our home. However, he has a very long way to go before that will happen!</p><p>Andy invited a few of his friends to move back to Twin Ridge when he came home from TRU. Of course we do not have pictures of them, but they are Juan and Opal Harris who own a little bakery down the street, and BJ and Christa Steele who have just opened a flower shop across from the the Harris' bakery.</p><p>Carol has asked that I include a picture of her home as she is so proud of it. I'm very impressed with the craftsmanship and I've tried to get the contractor who built her home to build one for Christy and I, but we are close to retiring and moving to the new Retirement Home that was recently built by a different contractor altogether. But, here is the picture of Carol's home.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQfl3etdPvpd6Uh2xXOpP4RxGC9kofBvI5I_WP-dmigWaGgVDmCsdjfkFZs1dZvkMLiSbnm1rIlJBNicxXVsjSyWATRMRuvNu6faeMCbnuyhCVE912EkLTxBvBAjQyJ2o26NUdK5sfZDVW/s1600-h/snapshot_f700b94b_5700b94d.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394498883455389650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQfl3etdPvpd6Uh2xXOpP4RxGC9kofBvI5I_WP-dmigWaGgVDmCsdjfkFZs1dZvkMLiSbnm1rIlJBNicxXVsjSyWATRMRuvNu6faeMCbnuyhCVE912EkLTxBvBAjQyJ2o26NUdK5sfZDVW/s320/snapshot_f700b94b_5700b94d.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>I don't really think the picture does the house any justice as it's raining so bad here. But you get the idea.</p><p>Well, my good friends, thats the end of my little rambling. Please stick around as I get the opportunity to introduce my family a little better in future posts.</p>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00053169905144052535noreply@blogger.com2