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  <title>A Sim's Life</title>
  <subtitle>The Stories of Joe Bayfield</subtitle>
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    <title>The Very Bad Mood Thread</title>
    <published>2007-01-12T00:00:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-12T00:02:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My sims are in Very Bad Moods.&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason could be the placement of the grill at the top of the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/CuppaJoe/badmood3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason could be that the Goopster does *not* have something in his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/CuppaJoe/goopster.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Cali seems a little ill-tempered, today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/CuppaJoe/badmood9.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's falling asleep right and left. Several sims refused to use the rooftop bathroom, preferring to pee on the floor instead, causing much stinkage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/CuppaJoe/badmood6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott keeps himself fresh, though. Have I mentioned he's a primper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/CuppaJoe/badmood8.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe and Josh have been hanging out by the badly-placed grill for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/CuppaJoe/badmood4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua, having just woken up from a vertical nap, lounges on the rooftop couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/CuppaJoe/badmood13.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a bit of sitting and lounging, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/CuppaJoe/badmood21.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty pees on the floor, and Joe stands up to give him a stern talking-to, couch be damned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/CuppaJoe/badmood18.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lather, rinse and repeat for Brandon. Joshua is just plain mortified. And Shawn inspects the insides of his eyelids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/CuppaJoe/badmood19.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley has some Shepitude going on at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/CuppaJoe/badmood16.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reese just thinks that's a retarded place to put a grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/CuppaJoe/badmood15.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Joshua has concerns about the fact that A-Y seem to be missing from his baby brother's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/CuppaJoe/badmood14.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some concern over Josh's alphabet-spewing, too, over by the grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/CuppaJoe/badmood23.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott continues on with the hygiene maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/CuppaJoe/badmood7.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls finally succumb to peer pressure. Everyone's doing this, you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/CuppaJoe/badmood24.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyelid-inspection complete, Shawn adds his name to the list of Future Loungers of Simerica. Brandon keeps the couch from floating away, in the background. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/CuppaJoe/badmood20.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jory Jr and John (Jory and Val's sons) have been at each other's throats since, well, &lt;i&gt;birth&lt;/i&gt;. I tried to get them on friendlier terms with a game of chess. John gave me lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/CuppaJoe/badmood.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got the two of them to sit down and play, and their relationship soared. Sort of. They seem kind of conflicted, actually. Do they like each other or not?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/CuppaJoe/badmood17.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempers began flaring in the bathroom, however. The *second* Jory stepped in to fix the shower, they started working on bringing that relationship score back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="728" height="538" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/CuppaJoe/badmood26.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where their tempers come from. Their dad seems like a fairly easy-going fella. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/CuppaJoe/badmood27.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After fixing the shower, Jory has a word or several with Val.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/CuppaJoe/badmood29.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's how he works. Making up is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/CuppaJoe/badmood30.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Really&lt;/i&gt; fun. It's getting quite steamy in there. No, wait. That's a fight cloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/CuppaJoe/badmood31.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jory would like to worry about this, but clearly there's no room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/CuppaJoe/badmood32.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaand here we go again. These two just do NOT want to be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/CuppaJoe/badmood28.jpg" alt="" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>OFB: A Bakery/Electronics/Music store/ salon is born</title>
    <published>2006-05-25T04:37:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-26T21:54:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Now I'm going to get all silly about my first successful trial with OFB. I removed a few conflicting hacks and Scottbott stopped going berserk on me. I was able to actually try out this business thing. *Kind of* addicting. &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I recently cleaned out my custom content, so a lot of customers walked in bald, wearing that awful burgundy shirt/beige capris combo. Some were even missing eyebrows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh's oldest son, Joshie Jr. owns the business. A bakery. In the living room. Of course. He hires his first employee, nephew Shawn. Shawn is more than happy to trade in his llama suit to bake pies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/aaaCuppaJoes/bizshawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first customer is Bella Goth! Scott has been cheated to gold everything, so he is already a top-notch salesman. He readies himself to dazzle. (Scott and his autonomous primping. Oy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/aaaCuppaJoes/bizscottprimp.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tired of baked goods pretty quickly, so the business naturally segued into a bakery/electronics store. Which also sells musical instruments. Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put everyone in the same dorky outfits. Of course.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/aaaCuppaJoes/bizjoshuashep.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy is so happy to be running the register. So very happy. He thanks me very much for this.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/aaaCuppaJoes/bizjeremy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua takes inventory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/aaaCuppaJoes/bizjoshuainventory.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindy Lothario comes in and Scott "dazzles" her into buying a keyboard. She actually only came in for some cheesecake. Scott's that good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/aaaCuppaJoes/bizscottdazzlemindy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/aaaCuppaJoes/bizscottdazzlemindy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/aaaCuppaJoes/bizscottdazzlemindy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business was going very well, so the the bakery shut down, and it became all electronics and musical instruments from then on. Oh, yeah. And a hair salon. *OF COURSE*.  Val gives her first free makeover to Mindy-"You haf no eyebrows, dahlink"-Lothario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/aaaCuppaJoes/bizvalmindy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/aaaCuppaJoes/bizvalmindy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy earned his gold badge as a cashier, but was getting overwhelmed as business took off. Shawn retired his apron and took over the second register. Not very well, at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/aaaCuppaJoes/bizshawnreg6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/aaaCuppaJoes/bizshawnreg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Val and Jeremy go on lunch break:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/aaaCuppaJoes/bizbreak.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shep, who is also in sales (no cheating! He had to work for his badges!) found himself trying to convince Marja Blenner that he was just kidding back when he used to bully her around in high school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/aaaCuppaJoes/bizshepmarja3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're looking great! Have you lost weight?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/aaaCuppaJoes/bizshepmarja.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...'ol buddy, 'ol pal, 'ol friend..." She didn't buy it. I mean, she *literally* would not buy &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt; from Shep. She left in a huff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/aaaCuppaJoes/bizshepmarja2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Val! I think I found your next customer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/aaaCuppaJoes/bizshepbaldsienna.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott's romance-sim cousin Joel Goth-Bayfield comes in and Scott talks him into buying that bass that he would look so FINE playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/aaaCuppaJoes/bizscottjoel.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now let's talk about this 88-key beauty over here! This is THE ultimate stage piano. With an amazing 256 built-in sounds, 192 voice polyphony, wooden key AWA PRO action and great effects and controller functions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...um...the bench is included...uhhh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/aaaCuppaJoes/bizscottjoelkey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keyboard players get LOTS OF BABES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/aaaCuppaJoes/bizscottjoelkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/aaaCuppaJoes/bizscottjoelkey3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing all this polyester is EXHAUSTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/aaaCuppaJoes/bizscottjoelsoldbass.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhhhhh...let's see. That's one bass, one keyboard, a berry pie..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/aaaCuppaJoes/bizshawnreg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! Can I get a void on this pie? I accidentally rang up a pie! THERE'S NO PIE!!! HLEEEPP!!!!!11"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/aaaCuppaJoes/bizshawnreg5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, dahlink. I vill make you look mah-velous. Why you look so vorried, dahlink? You HAF NO HAIR."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/aaaCuppaJoes/bizvalsienna.jpg"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>My Delay: The Excuses</title>
    <published>2006-05-25T04:20:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-25T08:01:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Thought I'd given up story-telling, didn't ya? &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah...I would never do that. I've been busy these past few months. I'm making sim movies, now, and that's eating up a lot of my creative energy. I also have a forum and a website, and I've been doing a lot of work, there. And, of course, "real life" trumps all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of story-telling to be done between where I left off last with sim Val. So much has happened! Sim Val, herself, has changed. She's a completely new version, and I'm really proud of her. There will be no Sim Val MK.V. Promise! Scott, Shep, Jason, et al are all now young adults. All those children are now teens. Many more kids have "happened" (Val tried out being a romance sim for a while, and had quite a few "oopsies"). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got Open For Business. Yes, just now. Usually I get the EPs the day they're released, so I am really behind on this one! Had some trouble with hack conflicts, at first. Servo gave me a lot of trouble. I didn't have the option to "recharge" him in his pie menu, so he "ran amok" every damn night. Fried Scott and Joshie, Jr. and I had to exit without saving because Scott's barbequed face would not come clean. I was really eager to see Servo (which is weird because I find robots to be extremely creepy!), so I cheated Scott up to his gold badge in robotics so he could make one. He did, and his name is Scottbott. (side note: Scott and Shep are able to live in Pleasantview rather than the dorm I had them in at Sim State University, now. This is thanks to Squinge's hack that allows young adults to live in the main hood and still go to class. Most awesome.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott and Scottbott doing what "humans" and robots always do: punch each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/aaaCuppaJoes/servo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn and Scottbott not getting along all that well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/aaaCuppaJoes/servo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/aaaCuppaJoes/servo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I "humanized" Scottbott, and he's actually a FINE looking piece of machinery! I completely surgified his face. So credit me with his hotness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/aaaCuppaJoes/scottbott.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't look. Tell me when it's over! Did I mention I find robots creepy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/aaaCuppaJoes/broken.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott and Val have 3 bolts of chemistry. So I had Val make a servo to give Scottbott a mate. (Yessssss, I cheated to give her a gold badge, too...). Then I gave her a human appearance, did surgery on her (made her resemble myself somewhat, though not too much!). Her name is Ivybot. Ivy is sim Val's "stage name". Oh, she's a star, baby. I'll update that storyline...sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-Valification:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/ivybot.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/ivybot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, Ivybot and Scottbott had instant chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got the tool that satisfies, baby"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/ivybot3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just met and he's already screwing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/ivybot5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THEN they had their first  kiss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/ivybot6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, she's a smooth one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/ivybot7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>Val's Story 18: Lexi and Tiffany Land a Man (or two)</title>
    <published>2006-01-03T11:36:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-07T08:05:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Well, I have many many many kids now. I have 6 stepchildren, and now 5 more children of my own. Somebody's gotta transition somewhere. Welcome to the crazy world of Val, where aging makes no sense! Justin and the evil Dr. Sadie's youngest two, Lexi and Tiffany, entered the world of teenhood thus joining their teenaged brothers, whom I refuse to send to Uni just yet. It makes sense in my head, so just play along.&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just wouldn't be right to not celebrate the moment with a bit of karaoke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/lexitiffkaraoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough karaoke. Lexi has a fine plan! Call the matchmaker! Get a date! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/Lexicallsmatchmaker.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/leximatchmakerdialogue.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gypsy arrives, and Lexi pays top dollar. She's a fortune sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexi can barely contain her excitement. This is gonna be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/leximatchmakercrystalball.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grown-ass man Forrest Zarrubin plops down, and is stunned. Not nearly as stunned as I was, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/leximatchmakerforrestzarrubin.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/leximatchmakerforrestzarrubinreacti.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do with this grown man, anyway? Lexi has not even had her first kiss! He's a fortune sim, and he's plenty cranky, so he's got that going for him, but he's so...tall. And that deep voice. Hmmmmm. While I am pondering this, the game is running in the background, unpaused. I did not mean to do that. I go back to the game and it is now nightfall, and I have to search for Forrest. I found him behind the house in his bathing suit. I missed the entire date. I don't know how it went. But I now have a grown man-sim wandering the Goth-Bayfield premises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the relationship panel, I can't see how the date could have gone all that well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/forrestlexipanel.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexi is trying to find her man-sim. Where oh where is he? She can't seem to see the Forrest through the...hedges. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/lexilost.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he is. There's our man-sim. He's been swimming, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/forrestlost.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna give the guy a chance, so I make man-sim selectable and have him go chat with Lexi. This is not as easy as it should be. Forrest makes a mental note to never discuss politics, crime or icecream with Lexi again. They are definitely points of contention with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/lexiforrestnotalking.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/lexidatebadtalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/lexidatebadtalkicecream2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/lexidatebadtalkicecream.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One subject they &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; agree on is money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/lexiforresttalkmoney.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forrest autonomously gives Lexi a friendly hug, which she does not have a problem with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/lexiforresthug.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexi tickles Forrest which he does not have a problem with, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/lexiticklesforrest.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, Mr. Strange Grown Man whom I have never met, will you read me a story?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/lexiforrestaugustenread.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forrest goes to get a book to read to the youngun, but Augusten has moved on to other things with his Uncle Gary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/lexidateaugustenforgetsbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forrest now wants to sing, but Joe is reading to Savannah &lt;i&gt;right there&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/lexidatekaraokesavannahinway.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe's a tad annoyed by this. &lt;i&gt;"Excuse me?! &lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/lexidatejoeexcuseme.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexi, never a patient one, wants a date. &lt;i&gt;Now&lt;/i&gt;. She calls the matchmaker again. Once more, top dollar is paid. Her dad does have 5 million simoleans thanks to a weird move-in glitch, after all. Money is no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/lexiseconddatetopdollar.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very gay Joshua Ruben falls to the earth. Lexi thanks the matchmaker for yet another disaster waiting to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/lexiseconddatejoshuaruben.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we'll forget for the moment Joshua's sexual aversion to females. Let's get them chatting. Oh, yeah. Lexi's not very good with "chatting". And she can't tell a joke to save her life, although that would be a funny story to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/lexiseconddateuhoh.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexi asks Joshua if he likes what he sees. He likes her makeup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/lexiseconddatejoshualikemakeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when asked to scope the room, Lexi once again finds herself thinking of her man-sim, Forrest. Okay, fine. Just don't talk to each other. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/lexiseconddatescopesroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an idea! Age Forrest down to a teen! Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/forrestteen.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexi likes this idea, too. I give Forrest a makeover, and she admires him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/lexiadmiresforrest.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without consulting me first, Forrest kisses Lexi. This is her first kiss, and I got no cinematic, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/lexifirstkissdammit.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is their second kiss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/forrestmakeout.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And their third. I think they kinda like each other, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/lexisecondkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's so &lt;i&gt;cute&lt;/i&gt; when he pees in the shrubbery!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/forrestsocutewhenhepees2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forrest asks Lexi to go steady, and then they start hitting each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/gosteady.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encouraged by the "success" of her sister's date, Tiffany decides to call the gypsy, herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pays the 5 grand, and nearly snatches the crystal ball out of the gypsy's hands to see for herself just who awaits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/tiffdate2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, hello there cousin Gary Jr.! What brings you plummeting to the earth today? Oh, &lt;i&gt;nooooooooooooooo&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/tiffdategaryjr.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that date is quickly ended, as I have no intention of inbreeding my sims. Let's try this again. Tiffany is ever-the-optimist. She knew better than to dismiss the gypsy, so she was still hanging around the front yard. Tiff walked up and slapped those simoleons in her hands with the previous date's dialogue still on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/tiffdatethrird.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ya gotta be kidding me! It's Great Uncle Dean! And he's pervertedly looking up the gypsy's skirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/tiffdateyagottabekiddinme.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/tiffdateuncledean.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just skip the introductions, here, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/tiffdate4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And hello, Miss Dina. You're looking mighty off-topic, today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/tiffdatedinastrolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving right along, the gypsy is summoned a third time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/tiffdate3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Lee Copur falls to the ground. A quick glance at the family tree shows no relation to this one, so we'll take him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/tiffprofleecopur.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Get back here, you non-family-member!!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/tiffprof.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Lee is immediately aged down to a teen, and things look fab-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/tiffdoyoulikewhatyousee.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/tiffdoyoulikewhatyousee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They get along splendidly, and the relationship score soars. Professor Lee kisses Tiffany, and I do get the cinematic, this time, although it's a bit off. Professor Lee is done with the kiss, but Tiffany is oblivious, happily stuck in the cinematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/tiffscreen.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/tiffscreen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/tiffscreen3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are really really too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/tiffleekiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/tiffleekiss2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, Professor Lee asks Tiffany to go steady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/tiffgosteady.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/tiffgosteady2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, great! So buh-bye, then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/A%20Sim%20Val%20Story/tiffgosteadybyebye.jpg"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>Val's Story 17: Who's Your Daddy?</title>
    <published>2005-12-31T21:15:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-31T21:15:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Taken from my forum, for a little background on why I decided to go this route:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Woah, big big big possible update. I don't know if I have the guts to go through with it or not...:rollin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be a *bit* too weird. Ugh. Decisions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I gave Sim Val free reign with the boys. Jealousy off. Just a one time dealie. Well, she and one of the others, well, got a little carried away...and of course she is pregnant, now.&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I *should* go through with it and keep the identity of the father a secret? Hmmm...now that's interesting."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After giving it some thought, and conferring with my moderator, I posted this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Okay, I will go through with it. I've got the story forming in my head. Sim Val is hours from giving birth. I'm curious to see if anyone will be able to guess the identity of the daddy once it's born. Many Bayfield males in the household are "suspect", which narrows it down to, excluding hubby Justin, of course, 6 possibities, I think. Will recount later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin knows it is not his, but the father of the baby does not know. Since sim Val has only ever slept with Justin and now this other family member, he may get the clue. Of course, he may also just assume it's Justin's child and not find out until later in the story that it's really his. Justin &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; adopt this child. He is cool with it, really.  It was a wild party. And sim Val had a blast. Justin has quite a lusty past, so he just let his wife have a weekend of fun. No more, though. Faithful from here on out."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the term "faithful" is used very loosely, from here on out, as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim Val has been such a good girl. I added her to the game fully intending for her to whore it up with the Bayfield boys, but found I have a little more respect for my sim self than that. She fell in love with, and married, Justin without even kissing any of the others. I was bored the other night, and turned jealousy off on the Goth-Bayfield lot. Then I let Sim Val go wild. I did not even intend to save the game, I just was in the mood for a little trouble. When Sim Val and one of the boys snuck off to the love bed, I let her go with it. When the chimes played, I nearly exited right then and there, but then I thought about it. This could be fun. And I ain't telling who the daddy is, but maybe you'll figure it out. Here's what I posted on the forum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here are some pics from that crazy weekend. It went on through the first part of the pregnancy. Sim Val was having too much fun to stop after just one night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe, of course, was the first up. Come on, he is my original honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hits on me, and I fall hard    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/joevalflirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man's got &lt;i&gt;moves&lt;/i&gt;.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/joevalflirt3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/joevalflirt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he is the first one I kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/joevalkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/joevalkiss2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/valjoekissing.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/valjoekiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh is next, with his yummy self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/joshvalkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/joshvalkiss2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/valjoshkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bradley was the only one whose advances I rejected at first. But he gave me a backrub and it was all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/bradleyvalbackrub.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/bradvalkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/bradvalkiss2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/valbradkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fell in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/bradvalkisslove.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim Val does not age-discriminate, apparently. So cutie patootie Jason made his move. He couldn't believe his luck when I gave him the go ahead (and thank you stretchSkeleton for making me not look so much like a dirty old simlady):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/jasonvalhappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/jasonvalkisshand.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/jasonvalkiss3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/jasonvalkiss2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh, of course, has twin boys (triplets, actually, they have a sister) Shep and Scott. Shep leaps into my arms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/shepvalleap.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I fall in love with him pretty much right away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/shepvallove.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/shepvalkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But his Pleasure Seeker brother, Scott, and I always had a special connection. It's a Pleasure Seeker thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/scottvalkisshand.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/scottvalkisslove.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/scottvalkiss2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was romanced throughout my pregnancy (remember, this was a weekend long party)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/jasonvalslowdance.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/joevaldance.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the family loading screen with the new little tyke. As you can see, Justin has taken over the daddy role, nicely. The actual father may or may not also be pictured:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/famscreen.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the skintone on the baby. I actually changed it to take on the darker Bayfield skintone, so he's darker as a toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the first pics of Dylan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/dylan.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/dylan3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you think? Who &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; sim Val run off to the lovebed with, the sneaky girl...Who is Dylan's biological father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/valmorningsickjoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/valjoshpuke.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bradley?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/valbradbarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/valjasonpregbarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/valjasonbarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/valscottbarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you who it's not, but he's a proud "papa" nonetheless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinthinksofdylan.jpg"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brynne14:6504</id>
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    <title>Val's Story 16: "Let's Get Undressed"</title>
    <published>2005-12-19T23:28:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-19T23:28:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="#990000" face="comic sans ms"&gt;Warning! Adult Content Ahead!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I got that new "let's undress" mod from MTS2, I think. If you have been following the Val Stories, you know that I had to age Justin down to a teen to fix a blank icon glitch. Then my game crashed, and I had to go back in and re-age Justin to a grown up, as well as rebuild practically the whole damn house. Anyway, between games, I downloaded and installed this mod. I went into the game, aged Justin back up to adulthood, got him all set up with the clothing tool and turned free will on. The first thing that popped into his queue was to ask me to undress LOL. I did not know this was an autonomous interaction, so sim-me may be in for it! Soooooo, for those of you who don't have this mod and are interested in how it works, here's how it went. Or if you simply want to see pics of naked Justin, this is for you too. I had some fun with camera angles on a couple of them, *ahem*.&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we did this right next to Jory and Jason, who were innocently playing red hands. We spun into nekkidness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/undress0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin notices he's  naked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/undress1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice I'm naked/ "fun with camera angles 1":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/undress2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still noticing I'm naked/ "fun with camera angles 2":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/undress3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin approves and says something that sounds a lot like "very good" (veddy goot):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/undress4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spin back into our clothes, and you can see in Jory's thought bubble, here, that he is simultaneously shocked at both Justin and me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/undress6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Jory will have nightmares of this for years to come:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/undressjory.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scream at Justin, even though he's now fully clothed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/undress5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was sexy...:p&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brynne14:6294</id>
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    <title>Val's Story 15: My Baby Hubby</title>
    <published>2005-12-19T23:15:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-19T23:15:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Now for some really weird stuff ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not part of the "official story". Another weird glitch or something.&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin, the kids and I found a huge place with plenty of room for everyone. However, as the lot was loading, I got a bunch of "import lot" errors. Resetting just caused more errors to pop up, so I finally hit "delete". Probably a bad, bad thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/newhousetrees.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/newhouse3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, once at the lot, Justin's wants were all blank. And he only had 4. Both Cosette and Collette also had blank wants. I was fine, and the others were fine. I had this problem with Jamie a while back, and the only way I could set him straight was to age him back down to a teen and then back up to adult. You can see where this is going by now, I'm sure. Collette and Cosette were both aged forward, then back down to toddlers. Justin was aged down to a teen, and I just *had* to play with him a bit. He was such a fun teen, so it was nice to see him at that stage again. Even if sim me now looked like a dirty old woman with her teenaged hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is teen Justin, once again. His hair is darker than it was when he was originally a teen, because back then he was using the hair that Jamie and Jacob currently use. When he graduated from Uni, I changed his hair to a darker recolor I did, which is the same one that Jude uses, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is, in an outfit I never would have chosen for him. I hate sandals. Hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteen.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding his little girl, Collette:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteen3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stand it any longer, so I put him in a t-shirt he used to wear as a teen, and some jeans. Here, Collette asks for attention, again. I just stand in the background, stunned.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteen5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteen6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get this little bit of advice. Great. Like I don't have enough kids' tuition to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteencollege.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And aren't we just adorable...*smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteen4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteenandme.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is still wearing his wedding band, but it looks a bit big:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteenwedband.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Justin loves to karaoke. And back when Justin was a teen, he didn't have a karaoke machine. So I let him play around with it for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteenkaraoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteenkaraoke2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinkaraokecute.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cutie-pie teeny tiny baby hubby:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteenswoons.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved Justin's lookalike baby brother, Jason in. I had to put the two of them together to compare, of course. Jason has the same hair that Justin originally had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteenjason.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteenjason3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteenjason2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteenjason4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteenmenotamsed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have used the stretchSkeleton cheat, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteenkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteenfresh.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we danced, I had flashbacks of dancing with boys in the 6th grade, who were always shorter than me and eye-level with my chest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteendance.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of my chest, watch that finger, there, Justin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteentouchbooby.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin then asked me if I wanted to "do it". Uh, no. I'll wait until you transition back up, kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteenyouwannadoit.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteenask.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinask2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to have all Justin's boys meet their baby daddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin gives Jory a hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteenhugsjory.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then his first-born, Joel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteenhugsjoel.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jude was next in line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteenhugsjude.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing with several lookalike family members:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteenandsons.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't leave out the girls!&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany had a great joke to tell him, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteenmapapsipook.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteenjoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Lexi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteenhardutsinew.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough was enough. When sim me autonomously goosed her baby hubby, real me was ready to have big Justin back. Unfortunately I missed getting a pic of the goosing, but I did get the mortified reactions of the kids:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteenadultgoosereactions1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHHH, What the hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteensmooch1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course Justin made his transition back to adulthood in style. Old geezer style, complete with anklet socks and shorts. 8o &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteenadult.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww. He just asked me if I wanted to "do it" again. This time I told him, "You betcha, baby!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteenadultkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Val's Story 14: Poor, Crazy Val</title>
    <published>2005-12-19T00:51:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-19T19:41:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;I spent much of my second pregnancy painting. In fact, I even transitioned from the second to third trimester in the middle of painting Jason! &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, Justin is my subject:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/paintingjustin.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My muse seems amused:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/paintingjustingiggles.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he likes the finished product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/paintingjustincheers.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason is my next victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/paintingjason2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He broke his pose every now and then to fawn over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/paintingjasonlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am doing Jason's portrait, Justin tries to calm a very cranky Savannah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/crankysavannah.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/crankysavannah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave birth to two baby girls, named Collette and Cosette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the new babies were born, I was in a hurry to transition Savannah and Augusten to childhood. Here are their birthday pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Savannah and Augusten, blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/savannahbday.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/savannahbday3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/savannahbday4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/savannahbday5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/savannahcute.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/augustenbday.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/augustenbday3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/augustenbday4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/augustengrown.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/augustengrown2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we did good with these two little girls. They were transitioned into toddlers immediately after birth, and, if I do say so myself, they are adorable. Both Collette and Cosette are fair-skinned blondes, like their mother. Cosette favors sim Val a bit more, and I see a lot of Justin in Collette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/colletteplay.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/collettesnuggle.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/cosette.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason was a big help, and even taught Cosette to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/jasonteachescosette.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian, Augusten, and Savannah are now in private school, and looks like things aren't going so well for Julian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/julianbadreportcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is starting to feel small now with this sudden onslaught of children, so Justin and I decided to pack up and find a bigger place, as much as we hated to leave Ben, Rainbow, Katie and Marie. There's just no real place to be alone, here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason feels the need to clean the window. He couldn't wait just a &lt;i&gt;little bit longer&lt;/i&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/jasonwindowwasher.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/jasonwindowwasher2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even good-natured Jason was beginning to go a little stir crazy. And, again, way to ruin the moment, Jason!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/ruinthemomentjason.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going more than a little stir crazy, myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/partymachine.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/partymachine2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/partymachine6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/meltdown.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. Time for a bigger place, and lots more toys to keep me out of the loony bin.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brynne14:4847</id>
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    <title>Val's Story 13: Warning! Slippery When Wet!</title>
    <published>2005-12-19T00:33:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-19T19:10:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="7" color="#CC0033" face="comic sans ms"&gt;ACK!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big ass crazy update! &lt;br /&gt;Damn my insistence upon taking screenshots of the cinematic. Damn it!&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, enjoy these. Might as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new hot tub for the house. Justin and I decided to christen it right away. Unfortunately, we were constantly shooing Shep, Joel, and Jason out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/awkward.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/awkward2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/awkward3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hack installed that lets the cinematic play everytime there's a woohoo. It's awesome. And, when you are rapidly taking screenshot after screenshot it makes for some very interesting shots. Especially when the screenshots overlap, as seen here, where the dialogue box from the previously canceled screenie is still on the screen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/awkwardwoohoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I mean by "interesting". The boys kept trying to get in the hot tub after the cinematic started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/awkwardwoohoo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some of the shots taken in those back to back to back to back woohoo sessions. Some are cinematic shots, others are makeout shots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/awkwardwoohoo8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/awkwardwoohoo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/awkwardwoohoo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/woohoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/ScreenShot003.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/ScreenShot009.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/ScreenShot001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/awkwardwoohoo9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/awkwardwoohoo11.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/awkwardwoohoo6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/awkwardwoohoo7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/awkwardwoohoo5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/awkwardwoohoo10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/awkwardcinematicgood.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went on until daylight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/ScreenShot012.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/ScreenShot011.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/woohoocinematicdaylight.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we must have woohoo'ed 15 times. Which means that the chance of a mis-click or accidental pregnancy also increases. Guess where this is going???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed again that the "Try for baby" option had mysteriously disappeared. I took another pregnancy test, and here was the result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/pregtest.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, stay tuned. Looks like I'll be poppin' out some more puppies! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Val's Story 12: Barefoot and Pregnant</title>
    <published>2005-12-19T00:25:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-19T22:51:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Well. I had an *issue* with my game after those last pictures of the wedding and wedding night. I got the dreaded "deleted portals" warning, and had to exit the lot without saving. After reading crammyboy's forum, I think Scott and Shep were the culprits.&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/scottshepjuggle.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/scottshepjuggle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I installed the fix and went back into the game. Sadly, Justin and I were not married, and I was not pregnant. We had not even moved in, yet! We had a quickie wedding on the sidewalk out front, then ran back to the bedroom for another "quickie". I left the autonomy on Lizzlove's bed on, so I just let them play. It was Justin's idea to try for baby. Skip the making out, etc, let's woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/tryforbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now back to the story as though that stupid portal thing had never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new loading screen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/newmarriedloadingscreen.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me barfing in the toilet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/va3barfs.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me barfing in the toilet, again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/mebarfy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My psychotic stalker, Leia Royce, found out where we moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/leiafoundus.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this happened??!! Notice Jory is watching distressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/leiakissesjoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That did it. Time to pee, Leia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/leiapeesnewhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, why would I want to tell this woman my best joke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/chatt5ngw5thsta32er.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used my clout that afternoon to influence my favorite little prankster stepson, Jory, to have some fun with Leia. He happily obliges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/jorypranksleia.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/jorypranksleia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/jorypranksleia3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jory is a bit put off by Leia's stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/jorypranksleiastinks.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, he and Jason go back to their usual water balloon fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/morepranks.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/morepranks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/morepranks3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/morepranks4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shep and I became best friends and could not look happier about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/shepvalbestfriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I heard a tiny voice saying "Woo-ooo! Oooo-ooo!" from outside the window. Tiffany had come home from school with Marie and I'd forgotten to give her a key to the security system. Poor little thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/poorlittletiffany2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/poorlittletiffany.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, Justin loves to show his affection for his unborn child(ren):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinbellyrubs.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinbellyrubcuteface.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinbellytalks.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does my young brother-in-law:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/jasonbellytalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/jasonbellyrub.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careful, though, little one. Your big brother is keeping an eye on you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/bigbrotheriswatchinglittleone.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some random sweet as sugar pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling husband:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justincute.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow dancing in the backyard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/headshoulder.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/slowdancesmooch.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben serenades Rainbow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/benserenades.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gives her a big ol' smooch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/benrainbowsmooch.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught Ben peeing in the flowers in a surprising twist of character:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/benpeesinbush.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin plays chess with his youngest child:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/julianjustinchessi.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/julianchess.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jory's aspiration level was getting a bit in the red, so he began acting out. Bought him a stereo, and he was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/joryactsout.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set up some Christmas decorations, and the children wanted to listen to the dancing snowman. Jory couldn't sleep with all that racket going on. Bah Humbug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/jorykeptawakebychristmasmusic.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So poor Jory tried, and failed, to macrocaffeinate. I should have told him it was decaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/jorymacrocaffeinates2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Justin is now a Pleasure Seeker, his romance past keeps interfering at the most inopportune moments. We can't be alone for 5 minutes without his pants ringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinspantsringing.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/cellphonedance.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/cellphonedance2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go into labor, and Justin becomes airborne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/birthairborne.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the first loading screen after the birth of Savannah and Augusten. Now, is it just me, or does Justin seem to act as though the baby he's holding needs a diaper change?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/revisgothbayfieldfamilyscreen.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The babies immediately transform into toddlers. I present to you: Savannah and Augusten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/savannah.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/augusten2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin and I teach the toddlers to walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/twinswalking.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/teachingtoddlerstowalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinsavannah.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/valaugustenbackground.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at 6 pm, Justin's frigging cell phone rings again. I forgot to turn it off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinteachessavannahcellphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Justin interrupts his toddler's walking lesson to take a call from the Ramin dude that's been pestering us for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/raminouting.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the little ones can walk, we exchange kids to teach them to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/teachtotalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian, Katie, and Marie are becoming good buddies, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/kidschat.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Val's Story 11: With This Ring I Thee Bed..er uh..."Wed"</title>
    <published>2005-12-19T00:03:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-19T22:46:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;We needed a bigger house, now. Reggikko's lovely home was perfect. No, not sim Reggikko, &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; reggikko. Her sim house, that is. Which is modeled after her real house. Nevermind. &lt;i&gt;Anyway&lt;/i&gt;...it's lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lovely, in fact, that it made Justin and me decide to get married right then and there. We hadn't even set foot inside the house, yet!&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The backyard was beautiful, so the arch was set up out there. Justin's immediate family was all teleported to the lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;I am aware these pictures are dark, btw!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stood under the arch, the crowd gathered 'round, and Justin's stupid cell phone began to ring. So the wedding was a little rushed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justwedphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/weddingcinematic.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freakin' Dina Caliente! No! Justin does &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; want to meet you downtown, beeyotch! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/freakingdina2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guests:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/wedcrowd.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me likey the groom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/melikeythegroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! When Justin told me he couldn't wait to get in my dress that night, I had no idea he was being literal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justininmydress.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new, hot brother-in-law, Jamie, swoons over me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/jamieswoonswedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new, hot father-in-law, Joe, makes the first toast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/joefirsttoast.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/joetoasts.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/joetoasts2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other new, hot brother-in-law, Josh, goes next:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/joshtoasts.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/joshtoasts2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another new hot, adorable, but very young, brother-in- law, Jason, goes third:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/jasontoasts.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin cuts the cake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justincutscake.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, crams it in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/juststuffscake.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/f8ae46e6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we can sit down to eat our cake, Derek picks up the champagne bottle for another toast. I haven't actually *met* Derek, yet, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/derektoasts.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found a way to sneak off into the kitchen to eat my cake, anyway. Justin goes in to kiss me, but I still wanna eat my cake! Besides, Bradley's in the way. I can't get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/bradleyblocksme.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, all right. Justin's sweeter than any old cake could ever be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/499b339b.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few random wedding shots. At night. They're dark. Squint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/23d8f269.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/squeeze3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/makeoutoutsisde.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/brideleapsbetter.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/makeoutoutsisde2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinleapscute.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason and Julian chat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/jasonjulianchat.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shot of the crowd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/crowdshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob was macro-cleaning, but couldn't get past the security settings. He was in an endless loop of cheering "shar voo", picking up the garbage, turning around to face Joey Jr, turning back around, and then dropping it on the floor again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/jacobpicksupgarbage.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/jacobpicksupgarbageagainsharvoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe's parents Gregory and Maryann are sweetly affectionate in the living room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/gregmaryannkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/gregmaryanncuddleelder.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the guests went home, Justin and I headed inside to take care of some marital business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/woohoo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/retouchwoohoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are immediately summoned to the kitchen afterwards. Seems Rainbow had picked up the champagne bottle again. It was on the curb by the garbage can! So Justin and I, still clad in underwear, are toasted to, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/390d568d.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/789f4255.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/b431c98f.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably very inappropriate to be standing in front of a hormonal teenager while wearing nothing but your underwear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/jasonswoonsmeundies.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted no time in getting the champagne tossed out (for good this time!) so that Justin and I could head back to the Love Bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/ScreenShot014.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/ScreenShot016.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/cinematicwoohoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertising on the bed was set to maximum, so we were very busy for quite a while. I was busy taking screenshots of the cinematic, so the soundtrack was off. In the last round of woohoo, I noticed the "try for baby" option was no longer available. Hmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took a pregnancy test:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/preginfo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned, folks... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Val's Story 10 : Justin Moves In</title>
    <published>2005-12-18T23:09:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-19T19:58:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;I decided that now that Justin and I are engaged, I wanted him to move in. He accepted and brought 606 simoleans with him. What happened to the billions of simoleans he's worth, huh???&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/proposemovein.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked who would be moving in along with Justin, I decided that it would be a good idea for Julian to live with us as well. The older Goth-Bayfield kids are quite happy with all their cousins at the House of Fallen Trees, which is where Justin and I will eventually end up, probably. But for now, a smaller lot is good. Jason begged and pleaded to move in, too. He has a big throbbing crush on me, ya know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still always have a house full of visitors. Justin's family spends a lot of time at our place. Of course, they all have big, throbbing crushes on me, also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical scenes, and in no particular order. Jason and Jory are constantly pranking each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/pranks.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/pranks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/pranks3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/1aa40092.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/55e7a316.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/f86ed8df.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ben is usually sleeping on the floor somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/bensleepsonflooragain.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow tries to entertain Jason with a cheer (and Jason is uncharacteristically cranky about it), as Ben snoozes on the floor behind them. And Justin and I make out in our undies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/rainbowcheersjasonjeers.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jory tries to get a little "Jory time" but is followed by a gaggle of toddlers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/jorytoddlers.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ben is awakened by the sound of the trash compactor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/bensleepsonfloor.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a cozy little evening for ya. Jason plays darts, Jory naps, and my crazed stalker, Leia Royce,  hangs outside my window with a flaming thought bubble of me over her head. Look closely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/cozyeveningcrazedstalker.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leia's really been a pain in the ass, lately. Look at her, just wandering into my house like she owns the place! Wiping her nose and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/leiaroycewandersin.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's always teleported off, but keeps coming back. She gets the voodoo bottle treatment every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/leiaroyceagain.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/leiapeesagain.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set up Inge's security system to keep her out of my house, so I look out in the backyard late one night to find this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/wtfleairoyce.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/leiakaraokepee.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toddlers all grew into children on the same night. Cuteness all around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian bears a striking resemblance to his momma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/julianchild.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie looks a lot like Ben:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/katiejoinsrainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Marie is a mini Rainbow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/marie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that's that part of the update. The biggun is coming next. Justin and I would like to be alone, now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/new%20album/justinandiwishtobealone.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Val's Story 9 : A Night to Remember</title>
    <published>2005-12-18T22:51:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-19T19:58:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Okay. Now that we've finally had a super successful date, I ask Justin downtown.&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once inside, some dumbass fart face named Brandon MacArthur wants to talk about the weather with my date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/dumbassfartfacebrandon.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin sensed my irritation and shooed Fart Face away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/shoofartfacebrandonmacarthur.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's do a duet then, shall we? But we can't 'cause Daniel Pleasant is hogging the mic! Justin yells out "Kooshus. Edda gonda!". He really makes my heart melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/ezboard%20part%202/wewannasing.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally get up to the stage, and sing away. I put all 3 of my creativity points to the test. I alternated between "foghorn" and "really bad opera singer". Justin sounded great, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/duetwithval.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bradley was there, and cheered us on. Or cheered Justin on, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/ezboard%20part%202/sweetbradleycheers.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I leapt into Justin's arms. Okay, I guess I have a bit of a crush on this guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/ezboard%20part%202/valleapscutecrush.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fart Face was back. I shooed him away, this time, because Justin was being hounded by Daniel Pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/didntitellyoutoshoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/shoofartfaceagain.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin looked like he was in need of rescuing, so I ran to his side. We were a bit shocked by Daniel's odd behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/danielaspirationfailure.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin kisses me, and Jessica Starling has a fit about it. I must go figure out what the connection is, there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/jessica2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Fart Face emerges out of nowhere and wants to talk to Justin about lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/fartfacelipstick.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am annoyed, and Fart Face is yet again shooed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/shoofartfaceyetagain.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hungry-time, so Justin asked to be seated. Heeey, I wanted a booth. Better interactions. Waah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/heyiwantedabooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No problem. Justin reaches over and caresses my hand after ordering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/caresshandscute.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/caresshandscute2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our waitress patiently waits for us to stop canoodling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/patientwaiter.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and them dumps the food on Justin's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/ezboard%20part%202/uhohohno.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/clumsywaiter.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait! What's this? Justin, what are you hiding over there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/hidinginpocket.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that what I think it is? Oh this is totally unexpected! (Really, it wasn't, but it's more fun this way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/ezboard%20part%202/surprise.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/surprise2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/surprise3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or does Justin look a little nervous? Isn't he the cutest thing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/surprise4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/surprise5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/surprise6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/surprise7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I said yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/surprise8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/surprise9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/ezboard%20part%202/surprise10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, anyway. Back to ladybugs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/soletstalkaboutbugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin seems a little stunned that he has a positive engagement ring icon swirling over his head, and I'm still thinking about bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/ezboard%20part%202/whydoihavearingyoualadybug.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, okay. It was Joyce  LeMieux's fault, somehow. My delayed reaction sets in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/joycelemieux.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We interrupt this romantic evening to inform you that Daniel Pleasant has added soapsuds to the fountain. I repeat. There are suds in the fountain!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this I've &lt;i&gt;gotta&lt;/i&gt; see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/danielsuds.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin runs out behind me. He's not as impressed as I was. Now, Justin, I seem to remember a certain teenager getting his kicks this way when he and his brothers would sneak outside with a box of Tide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/justinnotthrilledsuds.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wouldja drop it already, Jessica?! Where's that damn voodoo bottle, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/mindyourownfreakinbusinessjessica.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the date was a success, even with Jessica, Daniel, our clumsy waitress, and Fart Face trying to spoil things for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/enddate.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brynne14:3499</id>
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    <title>Val's Story 8: The Date That Really Tried to Be.</title>
    <published>2005-12-18T22:40:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-19T20:39:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Oooh! Hot steamy date details!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to ask Justin out. We'd been shackin' for a while, but had never actually been on a date. So, I called him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm stepping over Rainbow (po thang), Justin's voice rings out in my head. "Don't be late!"&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/justindate.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we pull up to the curb in front of Midnight Flows, get out of the car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/date1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and immediately yell at each other for dumping each other for...well, each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/datebad.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both vaporized off the lot  and I had to go back to the neighborhood. Once home, I called Justin again. If you'd like the details of &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; date, please reread this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I decided to invite Justin over to my place. And &lt;i&gt;then&lt;/i&gt; ask him out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called him up. He came over and kissed me hello just as an old flame, Leia Royce, walked by. *of course*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/justinbustedleiaroyce.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leia slapped him senseless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/justinbustedleiaroyce2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I couldn't have that, now. Nobody slaps &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; Justin silly! Voodoo bottle to the rescue. Sim me, just like real me, finds this hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/leiapeesbetter.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/pointandlalugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I decide to put Justin through the third degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your sign, baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/gemini.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does a hot stud like you do for a living?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/imahalloffamer.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you must make, what? How much money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/howmuchmoney.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are your plans for me, Mr. Goth-Bayfield?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/whatdoyouwant2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm hmm. What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/whatdoyouwant.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything else? Anything at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/whatdoyouwantwoohoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're talkin' sweetheart! &lt;br /&gt;Satisfied with the way the questions had been answered, I give Justin a big wet smooch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/smoochjustin.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask him out, and we compare wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/woohoowants.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. We obviously want some woohoo. So we play around in lizzlove's bed a bit, then I go out to the car and call Justin over. Justin is asleep, and when he wakes up he seems a bit confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/confuseddate.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buh-Bye, then Justin. At least &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; had fun. &lt;br /&gt;Undeterred, I immediately call Justin a billionth time for another date. My place, again. He comes over, and I lure him over to the car with some chitchat about his skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/expert.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I drag him into the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/carrkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/carrkiss2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/carwoohoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin is obviously impressed. He wants more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/justinwantstowoohooagain.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our timer ran out, unfortunately. However, we did well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/successfuldate.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brynne14:3318</id>
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    <title>Val's Story 7: A Night of Desperation</title>
    <published>2005-12-18T22:27:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-19T19:57:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;The night Rainbow went into labor was less than smooth. Desperation bubbles everywhere! &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before the twins were born, Josh, Joe and Shellie are all invited over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh gives his brother Ben a hug:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/benhugsjosh.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I get to meet Shellie. She really is a sweetheart.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/meetshellie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to interrupt my conversation with Shellie to pee in front of the karaoke machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/valpees.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow goes into labor while I had free will off, and I had to wake Ben up (he was now asleep on the sidewalk. Poor guy rarely sleeps in his own bed) and send him into the bedroom where Rainbow was birthin' their babies. The proud daddy handed Katie to me and peed on the floor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/benpees.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside, Jason was chatting up Shep and the Social Bunny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/jasonsocialbunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Josh peed in the living room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/joshpees.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/joshpees3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The babies were immediately transformed into toddlers. &lt;br /&gt;Upstairs, Rainbow was teaching Marie to talk while Bradley entertained his new niece, Katie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/bradleykatierainbowmarie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/bradleyholdskatietired.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/bradleykatietired.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bradley put Katie down to yell "Eeklobe!" at me.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/bradleytired.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh chimed in as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/joshtired.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe had fallen asleep right after singing karaoke, and I had to wake him up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/joewakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/joewakes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/joewakes3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got a third "eeklobe!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/joetired.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bradley snuggles Katie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/ScreenShot012.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow heads for the crib after teaching Marie to talk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/rainbowmarie.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Val's Story 6: Rainbow Goes For Broke</title>
    <published>2005-12-18T22:11:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-19T22:30:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Well, things were frantically put together for the big day, er, night. We had to accept the fact that it was too late to throw a wedding party as the guests would be really pissed off being invited at 3 am, and the only space big enough to place a wedding arch was the backyard. &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As far as guests went, Justin, Joel, and Jason were all still there and forced into their monkeysuits, and I had to quickly find something to wear. Rainbow had a beautiful wedding dress with rose appliquees, so I needed to dress in something rosy. I settled on a really scratchy and tight dress, but it complemented the bride's much more comfortable gown well. Of course the bride and groom surprised me by going with Maxis formal wear, so I was itchy and uncomfortable and cold all night for naught. Julian, meanwhile, happily played with his blocks in the living room, all warm and cozy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before changing into her gown, Rainbow turned all gooey and serenaded her groom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/snapshot_109045d3_5098a106.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little chatting under the arch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/snapshot_109045d3_1098a6b4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shot of the guests:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/snapshot_109045d3_b098a6ea.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the rings are finally exchanged:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/snapshot_109045d3_3098a6fe.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/snapshot_109045d3_1098a710.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are happy for the newlyweds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/snapshot_109045d3_d098a71c.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, the bride and groom head inside to...play darts?&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow says this is tradition in her family. Post nuptial darts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/weddingdarts.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the bride and groom played darts, I get swooned over  *yet again*. This time it's Corbett!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/corbettswoons.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow and Ben changed into the formal wear they were &lt;i&gt;supposed&lt;/i&gt; to have worn to pose for some photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/rainbowdress.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Now my dress makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/weddingpose.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow takes a cute little leap into the arms of her new husband:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/rainbowleaps.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the part where my heel got stuck in Justin's ear. Boy was &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; ever embarrassing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/heelhear.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben smooches Rainbow &lt;i&gt;the instant&lt;/i&gt; free will is turned back on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/bensmoochbride.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Rainbow runs to the toilet &lt;i&gt;the instant&lt;/i&gt; Ben is done smooching her. Nevermind Julian, Rainbow. This won't scar him a bit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/rainbowbarfs.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside, Corbett continues to swoon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/corbettswoons3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside, Joel is stuck with a tantrum-throwing Julian:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/juliantantrum.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent Rainbow upstairs to bed, and she gave me this little scare a few minutes later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/miscarriage.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's fine, though. Just being "difficult".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corbett goes home, and Shep is invited over. I am trying to spend quality time with each of Justin's family members, so getting to know everyone is a sloooow process. Oh, and *of course* Shep likes me, too. Still loving this game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/shepswoons.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have quite the little fan club. Justin's entire family seems to &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; me. But, jeez, can a girl get a little privacy, please? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/menoprivacyfunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow wakes up and heads outside to practice her lullabies on the karaoke machine. Worked like a charm on Ben:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/rainbowsings.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, Rainbow successfully entered her third trimester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/rainbowrubsbelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Justin and I had our first little spat. Over me flushing the toilet of all things. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/toiletflush.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/firstfigh2t.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to meet a couple more family members. Jude and Bradley are teleported to the lot. &lt;br /&gt;Let's just get this out of the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" color="#CC0066" face="comic sans ms"&gt;Boom&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/Bradleyswoons.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" color="#CC0066" face="comic sans ms"&gt;...and Boom.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/judeswoons2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brynne14:2726</id>
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    <title>Val's Story 5: Romancing the Sim</title>
    <published>2005-12-18T21:52:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-19T19:56:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Well, okay. So yesterday happened. What's done is done, might as well make the best of it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen anything more charming than this? Against the backdrop of a city water tank thingy structure, no less.&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/dance2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/dancingwithjustin4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are just too durn cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/slowdance2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/slowdance.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/romantickiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/slowdancesmooch3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="7" color="#CC0033" face="comic sans ms"&gt;Sigh&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?! What's that you say? Roommate? I don't have a ...Oh noooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, Rainbow, honey, I guess I just got a little swept up in my own sim-life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/rainbowworries.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to waste! Time to work on Rainbow and Ben's relationship. Here, Rainbow, the sweetie-pie that she is, brags about meeting me. Ben doesn't care. Ben likey the Rainbow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/rainbowbrags.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creepy, yet cute. Ben watches Rainbow sleep:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/benrainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Rainbow wakes up, it's time to put Ben's romance skill to the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/rainbowischarmed.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/rainbowbenlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now&lt;/i&gt;, who is the cute couple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/rainbowbenkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/rainbowbenkiss2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay...Get a room, guys. I'm tryin' to eat, here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/rainbowbenkisscouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving right along...&lt;br /&gt;Ben Broke moves in with us. I add a second floor to the house and knock out a wall in the downstairs to make more room for a dining table. Justin is "shackin'" at my place on a regular basis. And we have set up a nursery for Julian upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day Ben moves in, he proposes to Rainbow. And she happily accepts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/rainbowengaged.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are ecstatic about this little development, and cannot keep their hands off each other in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/snapshot_109045d3_5098141a.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/snapshot_109045d3_30981405.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter. What to my wondering eyes do appear, but Bella Goth kicking my trashcan for absolutely no reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/bellatrash2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea what that was about, but I took the opportunity to meet whom I hope will be my future mom-in-law...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/snapshot_109045d3_5098146d.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/snapshot_109045d3_5098144f.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I took off to the karaoke machine, with no creativity whatsoever. Justin, my new babydoll of a boyfriend, acted like I was the greatest thing he'd even heard. I was &lt;i&gt;terrible&lt;/i&gt;. But that was mighty sweet of him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/justinwatches.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/justinwatches2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know me. Had to ham it up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/mekaraoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/mekaraoke2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sang well into the night, much to the delight of my neighbors who threw tomatoes at me as they walked by. Little Jason, who still has a big crush on me, bless his heart, was a very attentive audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/jasonlistens.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason stayed the night with us, and slept on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/snapshot_109045d3_709809af.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin and I spent our first night in our new love bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/snapshot_109045d3_1098097b.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I went out to the karaoke machine to work on my creativity skill,and Jason took care of his young nephew while Justin was at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/snapshot_109045d3_f09815bd.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/snapshot_109045d3_509815eb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even taught him how to walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/jasonteaches.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/jasonteachesjulian.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin came home and joined Ben at the chess table for a bit. Afterwards, he pulled me aside and told me he wanted to take the relationship to the next level. Commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/snapshot_109045d3_f0981691.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/snapshot_109045d3_f09816e0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed very happy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/justinleaps.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted me to meet more of his family, so he called his oldest son, Joel, over. We chatted in the bathroom about...handcuffs? He was less than thrilled with my choice of subject matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/snapshot_109045d3_f098192d.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/snapshot_109045d3_70981948.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He swoons as he walks away in disgust. I am very attractive to the entire Bayfield family, it seems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/snapshot_109045d3_30981969.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just about to try a different subject with him, when a cut scene broke in. Rainbow and Ben decided to try out their new love bed without telling me first. You know I like pictures of these things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/rainbowwoohoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, the lullabye played. Looks like Rainbow and Ben are going to need to speed up those wedding plans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brynne14:2425</id>
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    <title>Val's Story 4: Oy, The Drama!</title>
    <published>2005-12-18T20:21:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-19T19:56:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Well, well, well. It seems the drama is already unfolding at the Revis household. Jennifer Goth-Bayfield just *happened* to be visiting Rainbow and me, and ex-hubby John Burb just *happened* to magically appear next to the hydrangeas and they both just *happened* to suck face. This had nothing to do with my real-life mood that night, whatsoever.&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all those pretty wedding pictures I spent so much time on (errr, they would be found at my ezboard forum)? Yesterday's news, people. Justin dropped Jen like a bad habit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/snapshot_109045d3_d09564a3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/snapshot_109045d3_5095649e.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, of course, opened a wonderful world of opportunity for Miss Val. And I went for it. Boy oh boy, did I "went for it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/snapshot_109045d3_d0956630.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/snapshot_109045d3_b0956835.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/kissdartboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/mejustincouch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, we slept together: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/meandjustinsleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waking up from his omelette, Justin decided to hang up his romance-sim-hood for good. He had found his soul mate. Me. Yes, that's right. My soul-mate is a sim. Immediately thoughts of wedded bliss began to cloud Justin's brain. It was like a hit of bad acid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/justinmultibubble.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/justinweddingbands.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Val's Story 3: Rainbow Moves In!</title>
    <published>2005-12-18T19:30:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-19T22:17:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Rainbow and I are off to a good start. She admired me right off the bat, and I graciously accepted. I then tickled her. *Of course*. I did not want to play red hands, though. No way.&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our loading screen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/rainbowloadingscreen.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had my new best buddy, Justin, over, who brought along his Uncle Gary. I introduced Justin to Rainbow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/justinmeetsrainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Rainbow needs to meet a nice guy. *snaps fingers* I've got it! Brandi's youngest boy by Skip, Ben Broke, is summoned. Rainbow is a bit bored by the conversation, though. Apparently, she doesn't *like* music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/BenBroke.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Justin's younger brother, Jeremiah, is out for a stroll. Justin ran out to greet him, then introduced me to him. We greeted each other with a cold "uh huh".  Then I swooned over him. Conversation went swimmingly, after that, and poor Justin was trapped between us and the couch. He wanted to lounge. Oh, and I guess we need some light fixtures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/couchintheway.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly sure who this zombie diva has a grudge with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/glitter.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Rainbow and Ben are not liking the fact that she is making off with the paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/glitterstealsnewspaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a little "voodoo bottle" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/glitterpee.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/glitterpee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I done good, 'cause Rainbow's likin' Ben, it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/rainbowlikesben.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the house, Gary Bayfield was able to successfully lounge. So now Justin is just plain stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/couchintheway2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow and Gary seem to be getting along pretty well, with two bolts, but I do think Ben is the perfect match, so far. Gary is married, after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/rainbowgary2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/rainbowgary.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the other room, I am having a lovely dinner with my friend, Justin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/ifallasleep5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/ifallasleep6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/ifallasleep9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/ifallasleep10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/ifallasleep3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin wants to kiss me. He just can't stand my hotness any longer. We have not even flirted yet. Should I go for it? Notice all the wants I locked LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/justinwantstokissme.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, &lt;i&gt;wait&lt;/i&gt;...just as the sexual animal tension really begins to build, Skylar Davidson decides to stretch out in my driveway.&lt;br /&gt;Got him with the voodoo bottle. Make someone pee...Skylar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/skylar.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/skylar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/skylar3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well the feeling's mutual, buddy...&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; didn't just pee in the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/skylar4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brynne14:2018</id>
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    <title>Val's Story 2: The Rebirth of Val, and Meeting the Bayfields</title>
    <published>2005-12-18T18:41:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-19T19:55:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Something wasn't right and I couldn't figure out what. I think it was that she looked like the girl from Diff'rent Strokes, and I look nothing like that girl. The outfit was bugging me too, because I would never wear heels like that! Just trying to be realistic. Give me my sweats, dammit! &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I lightened her hair a bit and put sweatpants on her. Then I did some more tweaking to her face so it looks less "pointy". I do not have a pointy face.  Okay, here is the redone "Val", and now she's looking quite a bit like the real deal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe and I are friends now. He macro socialized me.  Friendly, not romantic...I'll get in the game, though, don't you worry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/meblonder4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/meblonder.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Joe! He's a hoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/meblonder2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flattery will get you &lt;i&gt;everywhere&lt;/i&gt;, Mr. Bayfield. Wink wink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/meblonder3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am a Pleasure Seeker. I like to wear my pajamas and jump on the couch. What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also a Gemini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Joe and I have 2 bolts! Since Joe likes blondes in lingerie, just imagine if I changed into my undies and my hair was actually categorized as blonde and not just "custom". :p     &lt;br /&gt;Awwww...and he wants to be best buddies with me...&lt;br /&gt;Note the random lawn ornaments. *cough*insimenator*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/wantspanel.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I finally wake up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/melikesjoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe scopes room and looky here! And I'm wearing sweatpants! It's my fantasy, dammit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/joelikesme.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making friends, fast and furiously. Scott is entertaining me with a cooking story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/meandscott.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teleport Josh and Jacob in. Josh macro-socializes me. Friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/meandjosh.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim me likes Josh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/meswoonjosh.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/meswoonjosh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh scopes the room and finds me hot. Well, I do look sexy sitting on the couch in my sweatpants.:p  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/joshscopes.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where sim-val and I differ. If I had all these hot guys in my house, I would not be lounging around watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/melounging.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the big one. Since Justin and I are both Geminis, I didn't know if that would be a good thing or a bad. I refused to cheat my way into the bolts system, but it didn't matter. I didn't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="7" color="#CC0000" face="comic sans ms"&gt;Three bolts, baby!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/threebolts.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 'em lining up for me now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/wantedgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed in the previewing of this post that it appears Josh has gone from two to three bolts for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it's so bright in here with my sparkly hotness! Check out those wants! I think Justin's trying to read my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/hotval.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you, it's freaky (in a good way. No, a great way) to see yourself chatting up your sims!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More  pics as I meet my simmies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Justin, Joe, Josh, Jamie, and Jason all over. Jason (mini-Justin, lol) came right over to chat. We seem to be getting along pretty well, so far. Not that I thought we wouldn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Jasonchatswithme.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I love this game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/holycow.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! I somehow magically got another bolt with Joe. I have no idea how. That happened with Josh, too. Strange. In a good way, again. Jamie swooned over me as he was walking up to chat. We hadn't even met, yet! Check out my relationship panel, now. And Justin is, yet again, swooning, lol. My sims love me. Sim-loyalty to their creator, I guess:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/allguysrelationshippanel.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Pretty damn realistic. Justin was sitting on the couch next to me. I wonder why he got up? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/hungry.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I would never in a million years do. I got up, put the plate on the floor behind the couch, and let out a big nasty fart. Right in front of Justin and Jamie. They both giggled. And then Justin picked up my plate for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/fart.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww...even little Jason likes me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/jasonswoons.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brynne14:1775</id>
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    <title>Val's Story 1: My First Day in Pleasantville</title>
    <published>2005-12-18T18:36:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-19T19:55:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;I was almost scared when I saw how much this sim actually resembles me...&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put Val in a new house, and found her in front of the tv when I entered. *of course*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/ScreenShot010.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put Val on the treadmill, and she immediately fell off. *of course*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/me4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/me3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first visitor is Mahlea Manning. Boy was that surreal! I was blown away. I &lt;i&gt;made&lt;/i&gt; Mahlea.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/memahlea.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/me8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe comes over (I teleported him over, lol) while Mahlea and I are finishing up our chat, and Joe immediately gets all swoony over Mahlea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahlea is immediately teleported off the lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/joememahlea.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. I'm thrilled to discuss clouds with you, Joe." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/mejoeclouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time I bone up on my cloud-types. Joe and I are off to a swell start after that lousy conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/joetunesmeout.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The welcome wagon arrives! And it's Jennifer Goth-Bayfield, Jonathan Kimbrell and Scott Broke-Bayfield! I get to meet all my sims! Yay! Joe and I are bonding over some prison chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/welcomewagon.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I greet Jen. Won't be long before I kick over their trashcan, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/greetJennifer.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe's got a few moves to show me. And I've got a few of my own I'd like to show him...&lt;i&gt;did I just type that out loud&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/joemebust2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/joemebustmove.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you are. Or there I am, rather. I'll put more pics up as I play her. Me. Whatever. So far she's as goofy and clumsy as I am...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/me6.jpg"&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Chapter Five: Uni Time!</title>
    <published>2005-12-18T18:18:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-19T19:54:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;With a fresh copy of Uni in my hands, I made the decision to send some of my teen sims to college. &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I decided to send Zachary, Taylor, and Jeremy and then throw in Josh and Jacob for good measure. I had just begun to play Josh and Jacob a little more than I had been, fleshed them out a bit, with Josh developing into a somewhat rebellious teen, and Jacob being his by-the-book well-behaved counterpart. Josh had even "gotten lucky" a few times. He had a girlfriend, now, named Paris Dawson. Well, he "sort of" had a girlfriend, anyway, according to Maxian standards. He flirted with Paris a tiny bit, she immediately developed a crush on him, and then her sister Brynne (heh.) ran over and kissed him right in front of her. Brynne had been one of Josh's "successes" a day or so earlier. Paris, having not even kissed the boy yet, slapped him silly. She had already claimed him as hers, evidently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the kids arrived at the dorms, did their little age-transition thing with bad outfits all around,  chose their rooms, and immediately headed outside for a game of kicky bag. And never went to class. Hack conflict. They stopped playing kicky bag for a nice 5 hour-long "hang out" session . I thought these new interactions were so cool back then! Once the hack-conflict was resolved, my sims had the option to go to class. But because they had already missed so many classes, their grades weren't so hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh was the first to join a fraternity, and the others followed suit, except for Taylor who chose to remain behind at the dorm. She soon pledged the Tri Var Sorority, but it wasn't long before she began to miss her young husband and moved into the frat house to be with him. Ashley Pitts, Castor Nova, Joshua Ruben, and Kevin Beare immediately turned gay and were quite happy with the new hot romance brothers living with them. Kevin and Joshua were so distracted by these new stud-brothers to study, however, so were placed on academic probabation in no time. They ended up flunking out of Uni altogether. Ashley and Castor, who were both changed into knowledge sims, developed a hot and heavy romance, eventually getting engaged. Ashley had a one-time slip-up with Remington the maid, but Castor found it in his heart to forgive him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley and Castor celebrate their engagement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/snapshot_00000001_0f3a5869.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/AshleyandCastor2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh was coming into his own as a full-fledged romance sim. He was wanted by every female, and many males, on campus. Remington was let go, at Castor's insistence, and Kaylynn Langerak was hired. Well, Josh just [i]had[/i] to have Kaylynn. Kaylynn was not hard to persuade. So, everyday, after the fishtank was clean and sparkly, Kaylynn would coyly ask Josh if he wanted to "hang out". And hang out, they did! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh is diggin' this romance thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/Joshwoohoostudy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hanging out":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/JoshandKaylynn.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/kaylynnwoohoo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/kayjosh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/JoshKaylynnafterglow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/joshthinkkay.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?! I'm just 'dismissing the maid'..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/dismissthemaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their brief, but powerful, affair ended when Josh's old flame, Paris, came to visit. Paris finally got her first kiss, which led to other activities. Kaylynn sensed this even though the fishtank was way downstairs, and burst into Josh's room to slap the crap out of Josh. And so the Josh/Kaylynn affair was no more. Josh decided he still liked to have a little fun with the maid, though, and took great joy in joy buzzing or throwing water balloons at her. Ashley would join in with a ventrilo-fart and they would both laugh their heads off while Kaylynn cried in frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris finally kisses Josh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/parisfirstkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/joshandparisfirstmakeout.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun with Kaylynn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/buzzed.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/JoshmakesKaylynncry.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zachary, meanwhile, was not faring so well in his quest for sex. He had stiff competition with Josh, it seemed. He also developed a steady relationship with new girlfriend Larissa Padgett, who soon became a permanent fixture at the frat house. There remained a problem, though. Zachary had never broken up with his highschool sweetheart, Chloe Manning. Chloe strolled in one afternoon as Zachary and Larissa were cuddling on the couch and was not at all happy with what she saw. She slapped  him, he stormed off to class, then broke up with her as soon as he returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/Zachbusted2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/slap2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/bustedexpression.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just not having much luck anywhere, romantically, are we, Zachary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/shutout.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/spongemopzach.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris became pregnant with Josh's first child, a son, while Josh was a junior in college. That did not stop Josh from flirting with the ladies, though. His bedpost was heavily notched. Paris dropped out of college and moved back to Pleasantville to live with her family while pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnant Paris:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/JoshandParispreggers.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/JoshParisbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh, Jacob, Zachary and Jeremy had all started a band while still in high school. Once at the frat house, a stage was constructed in the backyard, and the boys performed at many a party. When they could drag the guests off the instruments, that is. They were convinced they'd make it big one day. They even arranged a photo shoot for their first album cover! And Josh, Drama major that he was, began to feel that music, and not acting, was his true calling. He played the drums day in and day out. Zachary took up the keyboard (or, rather, clunky upright piano), Jacob played guitar and Jeremy played the upright bass. They earned quite a bit in tip money alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band practiced constantly, even if the piano player had just wet himself. Just noticed that in this pic Jacob is on the bass and Jeremy is on the guitar. Typically it was the other way around.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/bandzachpotty.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh was known to practice well into the night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/joshdrums2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album covers were already planned out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/collegeband.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/bandalbumcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bayfield family members visited frequently and loved a good game of pool:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey, Jr:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/Intensepool.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/SlyJoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/Jacobpool.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bradley:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/Bradleymisses.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zachary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/Zachpoolsmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/Josh8ballinthesidepocketyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh was the first to graduate, and he did so with honors. Jacob, Jeremy and Zachary followed, also with honors. Even though they had a rocky start because of the hack conflict that wouldn't let them go to class (how many times have [i]you[/i] used that excuse?) they made the dean's list every semester. Taylor also made the dean's list, but she was a bit behind her uncles, brother, and husband, so she decided to pull out so she could remain with her hubby, who moved back to Pleasantville after graduation to live with their kids. And the rest of the extended family, of course! All one billion of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh's graduation party was a success (notice Dayna sneaking off after realizing in horror that she had worn the same dress as Brandi Broke...):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/graduationparty.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last set with the boys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/Joshgraduatedrums2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and Josh is off to the "real world"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/joshjustgrad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/joshcab.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/joshcab2.jpg"&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Chapter Four: The Hormones Kick In</title>
    <published>2005-12-18T17:54:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-19T19:54:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Alex and Shane grew up into little girls, and tragedy struck the Bayfield house yet again. Have you noticed how often I've mentioned Shane in any of my posts? What's that? &lt;br /&gt;I've &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; mentioned Shane? Well, as horrible as it sounds, Shane had one of those "oops I seemed to have moved the pool ladder" incidents happen. She was not a pleasant child, and she made one very messy ghost!&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The revenge of Shane:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/revengeofshane.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennie, ever the family sim, was starting to show signs of emotional problems. The flour-sack baby was getting more attention than Alex was, so it was time for another child. And Derek was born. Brandi was living back at her own place, again, and Joe was still a frequent visitor, there. Jennie and Joe's marriage was showing the first signs of trouble, now, too. Brandi came over for a little afternoon fun one day, and they were both busted. Joe by Jennie, and Brandi by Lucy. (I had forgotten about the Brandi/Lucy thing. Funny thing is, even though Brandi had 2 "girlfriends", she'd never even kissed either. She was just going through a "phase". She's very much into men and was only lesbian when it was convenient for me.) Jennie is devastated. Although Brandi was quite aware of Joe's tendency to cheat, Jennie was not. This came out of the blue for her. She was constantly whipping the sack flour baby out. Interesting little autonomous twist, though. Joe was in the bath when I heard  harps a-playing. I look in the kitchen, and Jennie and Gary are finding solace in each other's arms. Made sense, though. They're both family sims, Jennie is desperate for love and is heartbroken, Gary's had so much tragedy in his life...so I left that in the story line. They quickly fell out of love when Joe got romantic with his wife in front of Gary, of course. Slaps all around. Jennie also  had that annoying "have 10 kids" want so it was important for her to get pregnant again, pronto. This time it was twins, and  Jamie and Shellie joined the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie and Shellie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/jamieshelliedollhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/cutejoewithtoddlers.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie and Shellie with Joe and Jennie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/earlyjenniefamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe and Brandi. Busted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/busted.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jennie begins to unravel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/jennycry.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/jennyfloursack.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary eventually found a new love, named Abby, and proposed to her. Nikki's ghost was none too happy to find Gary and Abby sharing "her" bed. She became belligerent, constantly scaring the nanny (eventually killing her) and raiding the refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby and Gary get to know each other:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/abbygary.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proposal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/abbyengagrd.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of the wedding, all the guests were invited, balloons were set out, and the champagne was ready to go. Gary and Abby took their positions at the altar, Gary said his vows, and Abby...didn't. And it was all my fault! You see, when asked who would move in with Abby, without thinking I decided to have Abby's teen brother move in, as well. Brian was Allie's boyfriend, and I thought it would be "convenient". But Brian would have been the 9th sim in an 8 limit household. Which made marriage impossible. Oh, the guilt! Once again, Gary was torn up. He did his best to remain stoic trying to repair his relationship with Abby, so that he could propose again. Poor guy would cry in between jokes and gossip. By the next day, the relationship was high enough to offer yet another ring, and Abby gladly accepted. They got married and things went smoothly this time, despite Bradley's constant teasing of Abby. "Nyah nyah, you had a great wedding party" would, without fail, put Abby in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/abbygarywed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bradley teases Abby:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/abbyteasedbybradley.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after the wedding, Gary and Abby had a baby daughter, Christy. Once again, the unthinkable happened. Abby was electrocuted, &lt;i&gt;immediately&lt;/i&gt; after giving birth. So now the Bayfield house was haunted by two of Gary's wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before Abby's untimely demise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/abbychrisy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be outdone by her arch nemesis, Jenny, Brandi soon became pregnant with twins. Jamie and Shellie were children when Josh and Jacob Broke-Bayfield entered the world. Allie was now married to Brian and they had a place of their own. Joey Jr. and Bradley were both teens. Joey Jr. followed happily in his father's footsteps and became a romance sim. He met a cute girl named Madison and they became a steady item. As the sim-hormones were kicking into high gear by this point, I decided Joey Jr. should have a teen woo-hoo mod. And woo hoo they did, all the live long day. And, just like his father, Joey Jr. just couldn't confine himself to one girl. New neighbor Dayna Lorry (another romance sim) popped by one day, and it wasn't long before Joey Jr. was once again putting his new-found teen sexuality to good use with her. It was a one-time fling, though, and Dayna was eyeing Bradley pretty heavily. Bradley eyed her right back, and soon they were going steady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lorry family. That's a teenaged Dayna in the center with the burgundy sweater and black skirt (next to her in the baby blue dress is her older sister, Mandy, whom Justin is currently seeing, besides his wife, of course. And kneeling in front is Derek's (now-ex) wife, Cassie. In back, between Dayna and Mandy in the pink dress, is Debbie, who would be Joe's second wife, once she was aged down to YA with Uni...These sims are not all related to each other, by the way. They're mostly roommates.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/lorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey,Jr. has his first kiss with Madison:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/jjmadison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/jjfirstkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an innocent date at the clothing store:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/jjmadclothingstore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/clothingstore.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/clothingstore2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/jjpark.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/jjmakeoutbench.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to try out that new teen woohoo mod!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/jjfirsttime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/firstwoohoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/firstwoohoosheets.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seems to have liked it. Nice undies, son...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/undies.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younger brother Derek gets his first kiss from girlfriend Cassie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/derekkiss.jpg"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had, by this point, discovered MTS2 and now my game was heavily hacked. Joey Jr., Bradley, Derek (now a teen, himself), Madison, and Dayna all got their own place together while still teenagers, all. Party pad! Derek was also taking advantage of the teen woohoo mod, and his new girlfriend, Cassie, became pregnant. He did the right thing and married her. They moved into a place of their own. Bradley and Dayna were not using the woohoo mod. Bradley insisted they wait until marriage. No, he wasn't a family sim, he's a popularity sim, but he was just a tad grossed out by all the sex happening all around him. Okay, maybe not "grossed out", but, regardless, he was saving himself for marriage, even if his romance-sim wife-to-be didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youngsters in their new house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/youngsters.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting Cassie pregnant, Derek proposes to, then immediately marries, his young girlfriend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/derekproposescassie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/derekputsringon.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey Jr. and Madison became engaged while still teens, not long after Derek and Cassie moved out. He and Madison soon transitioned into adults, followed closely by Bradley and Dayna. Right after becoming an adult, Bradley proposed to Dayna on bended knee and she accepted. They got married in the front yard, with Joe, Gary, and teen brothers Josh and Jacob in attendance.  That wedding was followed by Joey Jr. and Madison's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey Jr. proposes to Madison right in front of the trash compactor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/jjproposes.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newly transitioned adult Bradley proposes to his love, Dayna:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/bradproposes.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bradley and Dayna under the arch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/braddaynaarch.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/bradleydaynaweddinarch.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/bradleykissthebride.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toast to the happy couple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/braddaynawedtoast.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/braddaynakiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a little dip-kiss in the street before the limo arrives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/braddaynadiproad.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/braddaynaroad.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night Bradley finally gets to "do it" for the very first time. Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/braddaynacons.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't recovered all Joey, Jr. and Madison's wedding photos, but here are a few of the toasting (and check out Josh and Jacob as teens!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/jjmadwedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/jjmadwedtoast1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Bayfield was now an adult, herself, and very much a romance sim. She'd had a crush on her cousin Allie's now-husband, Brian, for quite some time and was ready to act. Unfortunately she "acted" while in the hot tub visiting Bradley. Remember that pic I put on the MATY forum of Bradley frantically getting out of the hot tub? That was why. And Joey, Jr. was working out on exercise equipment which was right next to the hottub. He hopped off when he saw what was happening, and threw a fit right alongside his brother. The second Brian stepped out of the hot tub, Both guys leapt at him. If you recall, Joey Jr. and Brian's wife, Allie, were very close. They grew up together. And Bradley is a bit of a hot head, anyway, so he was looking for a fight. They did all make nicey-nice by the end of the evening, however. Blame that on "red hands". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's where Bradley just could not get out fast enough:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/cantgetoutfastenough.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey Jr. hopped off his workout bench and threw a fit right alongside Bradley:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/bradjjfithottub2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Brian and Alex were out of the tub, Bradley jumps at him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/bradthreatbrian.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the much more mellow fellow, Joey Jr., had had enough:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/jjthreatensbrian1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama over, the Broke-Bayfields, Dayna, Bradley, Madison, and Joey Jr. all relax together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/jjmaddaybradhottub.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayna soon became pregnant. She gave birth to twins Zachary and Taylor, while Bradley sat in a chair reading a book. Joey Jr. had a son soon after, though not by his wife. Ronnie Dawson, a very short-lived fling, gave birth to Joey-Dawson Broke-Bayfield in the Broke-Bayfield living room, and immediately went home, leaving Joey-Dawson behind. The three kids grew into toddlers, then children, and finally best buddies. Madison then gave birth to PJ Broke-Bayfield. Madison and Joey Jr. were on the outs (they are always "on the outs", it seems, even to this day. But they love each other. They were each other's first love, first kiss, first woohoo...he couldn't ever leave her. And she couldn't leave him, either. For good, at least) Since the household was getting large, Madison moved out on her own, taking Joey-Dawson and PJ with her. Zachary and Taylor became teens. Zachary decided to be a romance sim, Taylor a family sim. Taylor had met a really nice boy named Jeremy LeMieux, also a family sim. They quickly progressed to going steady, and soon after, get married while still teens.  Mia and Matty LeMieux were born, one pregnancy right after the other. Zachary was enjoying his time with the teen girls, meanwhile. He had a steady girlfriend, and was nowhere &lt;i&gt;near&lt;/i&gt; faithful to her. He even slept with her mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Broke-Bayfield family photo (left to right, Bradley, Dayna, Joey Jr., Madison, Jeremy LeMieux holding baby daughter, Mia. Seated: Zachary Broke-Bayfield, Taylor (Broke-Bayfield) LeMieux):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/bayfield-brokedesktop.jpg"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, it's Uni time! And Josh finally gets a little recognition.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Chapter Three: A Tale of Two Babies</title>
    <published>2005-12-18T14:33:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-19T19:53:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Let's see. I left off when Joe had gotten both Jennie and Brandi preggers on the same night. The next morning, Brandi caught Joe and Jennie kissing in the bathroom (tres romantic, n'est-ce pas?) and slapped Jennie silly. I was not planning on having Jennie and Brandi remain a lesbian couple, so when Lucy Hanby, the maid, arrived, I arranged a little flirtation between her and Brandi right in front of Jennie.&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That took care of that. Brandi and Jennie were no longer in love and now hated each other's guts. I left the Broke lot and went back to Joe's house. He invited Jennie over, and I decided it was time Joe got engaged. Take a little responsibility, you know?  He proposed. She said "Yes! Yes! Oh yes!" then ran to the toilet to throw up. Joe got a bad memory, Jennie got a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a picture of Joe actually presenting the ring, but I'm still digging photos up. This is just after Jennie accepted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/proposal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/engagehug.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/engaged.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the Bayfield house, and once again entered Brandi and Jennie's place. Jennie was playing her game system while Joe was at the dinner table having a salad. Jennie leaps up, grabs her throat, and the Grim Reaper appears. The mysterious choking death! Brandi was, of course, no help at all. She didn't put a whole lot of effort into pleading with the GR. It was more like "Hoo hoo! Ha ha! Lookit Jennie! She's dying! Yeahyeahyeah,oh  please oh please spare her (snort!) Mr. Reaper." Had to exit without saving. Went back in, Jennie was once again at the game console, jumped up, grabbed her throat, and I immediately made Brandi run over to Joe, ask him to move in, he said yes, then pleaded-successfully-for Jennie's life.  And now poor Joe was living with two pregnant women. Who hated each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe and Jennie got married that evening in the back yard. It was a quiet ceremony, with only Gregory, Maryann, Gary, and Jeffrey in attendance. They placed the rings on each others' fingers, then Jennie passed out from exhaustion, right there under the altar. Joe went on his honeymoon alone, and Jennie went to bed. Brandi was showing the first signs of morning sickness just as the limo was whisking the groom off to wherever sims go on their honeymoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rings are placed on each others' fingers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/ringscloser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/ringsoverhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/kissarch.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the pregnant bride immediately passes out from exhaustion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/passoutarch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/joeworries.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennie wants to cut the cake and Joe just wants to relax:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/jenniecake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/jenniefeedsjoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennie went to bed while her groom and the guests soaked in the hot tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/hottubwithbrandi.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did wake Jennie up to join in the toast, however. And look who was doing the toasting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/branditoasts.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The limo arrives, and I was informed that Jennie would not be accompanying Joe on their honeymoon. So Joe, still clad in his bathing suit, goes alone. If you look very closely, you can see that Brandi is now exhibiting the first signs of morning sickness in the bathroom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/honeymoonalone.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe arrives home, swaggers up the steps and into his bedroom hoping for a little wedding night fun with his new bride. She was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/homefromhoneymoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/poorjoenowoohoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi was more than happy to fill in, however...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/joebrandihottub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/joebranditub.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day after work, Joe finally got his wedding night woo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/woohoonextday.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days were, as you can probably guess, pretty durn entertaining. Brandi was ordered to bed rest, Joe did all the cooking and cleaning for the ladies, and wore himself out trying to keep each one happy. Rub this belly, pat that belly, talk to this belly, talk to that belly. Joe would serve up a heaping plate of pancakes while Jennie and Brandi sat on the couch eating potato chips and cookies.  And, oh lordy, the whining! I'm tiiiiiiired! I'm huuuuuungry! Joe, feeeeeeed meeeeeeee...I gotta peeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi's pretty sure the answer is "yes":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/brandipukes.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe serves dinner, but the women only want their junk food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/chipscookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/pancakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/jenniebelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/brandibellybest.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/jenniebelly2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennie gave birth to their daughter Alex, first. Brandi was no longer on bed rest and was a great help with the baby. Good little family sim, that Brandi! About 12 sim-hours later, Brandi gave birth to a baby girl named...Shane. Well, we were hoping for another boy. Didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennie pops first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/jennielabor.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi helps out with baby Alex:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/brandialex2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi goes into labor as Joe calmly finishes his salad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/brandilaborjoeeatssalad.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parallel parenting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/twobabies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/twobabies2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe, Jennie, Brandi, Alex and Shane moved back into the Bayfield house. Joey Jr. and Bradley were temporarily living with Maryann and Gregory. Katie, for obvious reasons, decided to find her own place. Gary ended up taking care of the babies pretty much single-handedly. He insisted. And I got a lot of "Weh WHOO!" from him because they were quite a handful.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Chapter Two: Starting Out</title>
    <published>2005-12-18T14:15:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-19T20:40:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Maryann (a family sim) and Gregory (a romance sim) had another son, Jeffrey, when Joe and Gary were teens. I didn't spend a whole lot of time with Jeffrey, though, because by this time, Joe and Gary were ready to make the transition into adulthood. This was pre-Uni, so no college education for them! And Gregory was beginning to show a little interest in the "friend" he was always bringing home from work, Brandi LeTourneau. Ahhh...my first sim-affair...&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/gregorybrandi.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greyory and Maryann just before Jeffrey's conception:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/gregmaryannyoung.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is Jeffrey showing off his report card, but it could be Gary. Definitely not Joe, though. Wrong hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Sims2%20blog/jeffreyreportcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe met Brandi Broke while he was still a teen. I was so new to the game, I didn't realize Brandi was not a teen, and couldn't figure out why Joe didn't have the opportunity to kiss her. They hit it off, though, and became friends. Poor Joe didn't have his first kiss until he became an adult. Brandi was invited to his birthday party, and that's when it happened. Joe and Gary still lived with their parents, so I would have Joe sneak up to the bedroom with Brandi. I remember him getting shut out, too! It wasn't until I played the Broke household for the first time that I realized Brandi was pregnant. She invited Joe over, then immediately developed a pregnant belly. I thought, "whoa, back the truck up, here. You shut him out, remember? ". Heh. I was so young and naive, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an early shot of the Bayfield brothers while still living under Gregory and Maryann's roof. Early shots of Joe look just like Bradley does now. He even wore the same shirt at one time. Joe and Jeffrey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/jeffjoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary and Jeffrey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/jeffgary.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe was there for the birth of Brandi's son, Ben. I remember him congratulating her just before the social worker showed up and took Ben and Beau away. Poor Brandi was devastated. But at least now she was ready to give in to Joe's advances! And Joey Jr. was conceived. By this time, Joe and Gary had their own place. Joe spent a lot of time at Brandi's house and redecorated it for her. He bought Dustin and Joey, Jr a swimming pool. He bought Brandi a new kitchen table. He didn't have much money, but that's what Brandi's money tree was for. Technically, Joe didn't really buy the stuff, then. He just looted Brandi's tree and spent the money on her and the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Gary, a family sim, was finally involved in a romance of his own. He met a nice girl named Nikki and quickly fell in love with her. Had his first kiss with her, too. Then married her. They soon had a daughter, named Allie.  Joe now had a live-in girlfriend, too. Nikki's sister, Katie. The romance sim in him just couldn't commit to poor Brandi. So Joe, Gary, Nikki, Katie and Allie now made up the Bayfield household.  Joe finally decided he wanted to spend more time with little Joey Jr, so Joey Jr. was moved in, as well. Joey Jr and Allie did not get along well, at first, but quickly became best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe and Gary's first family loading screen as adults:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/joeandgaryfirststartingout.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary and Nikki:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/garynikkidipkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/garynikkiarch.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Joe proposes a toast to his twin brother and new bride in the backyard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/garynikkiwed.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki became pregnant with Gary's second baby,when the first in a long line of tragedies for poor Gary happened. I remember it so clearly. Nikki was pretty big, probably only a day away from giving birth, and Joe had made breakfast for the family. Everyone sat down to eat, except for Nikki who was just oh so tired. I was very frustrated, commanding her to eat, as her hunger was dangerously low. She'd sit down, then pop back up only to fall asleep on the floor. And she died right there at the breakfast table. This was before I had any hacks in my game, so I was helpless. Gary was devastated. And Nikki was now a pregnant ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe continued his relationship with Brandi, and had a second son by her, named Bradley. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birth of Bradley:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/brandibirthsbradley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/brandibirthsbradley2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Young Joey Jr. plays with his new baby brother, Bradley. Joey Jr. also helps with the birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/jjbabybradley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/bradbday.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Joe teaches Bradley to talk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/Brynne14/Joe%20ezboard%20graphics/joeteachesbradtotalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe met a new girl, named Jennie Doobie. Jennie and Brandi had become fast friends, and then roommates. I had created Jennie just for Joe, but Brandi popped by the Doobie house and into their hot tub. Which was fine, because Joe wasn't exactly hitting it off with Jennie. Jennie kept trying to hug a little too early in the relationship, and Joe would have none of that.  I wanted to get Jennie out of the Doobie house and into the Broke house, which was much smaller and easier to play, but Jennie refused to move in when Brandi asked her. Drastic measures were then taken. I had Brandi leap into Jennie's arms, a crush developed, and Jennie happily moved in. They never even kissed. Ever. It was totally contrived just to get Jennie to move in. Joe was always over, and he and Jennie finally became friends. Jennie called Joe one evening and had him meet her on a community lot. They had a nice little outing at the grocery store, grilled hot dogs, browsed the game racks,  then Jennie got bold. She flirted with Joe. He flirted back. Soon they were all over each other.  Jennie went home and invited Joe over again. They "enjoyed each other's company" in the bedroom, and the lullabye played. While Jennie was asleep, Joe joined Brandi for another bit of fun. And another lullabye played. Now Joe was in a bit of a pickle.  He had two pregnant girlfriends, who also happened to be roommates. And mutual crushes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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