<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13174418</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:04:14.773-04:00</updated><category term='Stratton Legacy'/><title type='text'>The Stratton Legacy</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the story of my legacy family, the Stratton's.  I hope you all enjoy!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermodelssims2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13174418/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermodelssims2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>HappySimmer10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00999681609293446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13174418.post-1083354122708134022</id><published>2008-01-25T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:05:28.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(Chapter 11) Life Goes On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5qymV_YC_I/AAAAAAAAAkU/hfiEHQ0o-tw/s1600-h/235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159632694914059250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5qymV_YC_I/AAAAAAAAAkU/hfiEHQ0o-tw/s400/235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's our little bundle of joy, Aimee Stratton. Isn't she gorgeous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5qxD1_YCxI/AAAAAAAAAik/7cGk4Btcfq4/s1600-h/236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159631002696944402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5qxD1_YCxI/AAAAAAAAAik/7cGk4Btcfq4/s400/236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And our other little bundle of joy, Amanda Stratton. Yes, we had twins. Guess I got the twin gene. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5qxD1_YCyI/AAAAAAAAAis/Ff1h-l9eMEc/s1600-h/237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159631002696944418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5qxD1_YCyI/AAAAAAAAAis/Ff1h-l9eMEc/s400/237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As usual in our household times go by rather quickly. In the blink of an eye it was time for the twins' birthday. Here I am holding Aimee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5qxEF_YCzI/AAAAAAAAAi0/AK2zZL9_aqU/s1600-h/238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159631006991911730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5qxEF_YCzI/AAAAAAAAAi0/AK2zZL9_aqU/s400/238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Viola with Amanda.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5qxEF_YC0I/AAAAAAAAAi8/QgXPfAeew_o/s1600-h/239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159631006991911746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5qxEF_YC0I/AAAAAAAAAi8/QgXPfAeew_o/s400/239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our sweet Aimee took after my side of the family. She's the spitting image!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159631350589295442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5qxYF_YC1I/AAAAAAAAAjE/26OQBRUb2RQ/s400/240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amanda takes after her beautiful Mommy. I know that everyone says this but we really do have the most beautiful children in the world!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159631354884262754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5qxYV_YC2I/AAAAAAAAAjM/EEl8dzO1Q10/s400/241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159631359179230066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5qxYl_YC3I/AAAAAAAAAjU/yAMWT9INKDo/s400/242.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aren't they too sweet? I guess it's hard to tell that I'm a doting Daddy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159631363474197378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5qxY1_YC4I/AAAAAAAAAjc/8sNo7Imb0kM/s400/243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't get me wrong, we had our share of sleepless nights. Lots of crying and diapers. But it's so worth it. I'm beginning to see how my mother and father ended up with 5 kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159631372064131986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5qxZV_YC5I/AAAAAAAAAjk/U4DZZYp8MYk/s400/244.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here we are celebrating Rebecca's birthday. I'm reminded of the day we adopted her and how much love and joy she has brought into our lives. I don't know what we would do without her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159632016309226402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5qx-1_YC6I/AAAAAAAAAjs/dZsPyXgH9jI/s400/245.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My! Looks like I'll be grilling the boys she brings over. Look out fellas, nobody better mess with my first daughter!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;u&gt;Knowledge:&lt;/u&gt;  &lt;u&gt;LTW&lt;/u&gt; =&gt; Max Out 7 Skills                                                                                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;S/N = 2                                                                                                                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;S/O =3                                                                                                                                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;L/A =10                                                                                                                                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;S/P =7                                                                                                                                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;G/N = 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159632020604193714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5qx_F_YC7I/AAAAAAAAAj0/MxOwstPy61A/s400/246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oddly enough, the twins and Rebecca share the same birthday. Here's Viola holding Aimee again and letting her blow out the candles. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159632024899161026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5qx_V_YC8I/AAAAAAAAAj8/3oVgPrmxSuE/s400/247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where does the time go? Make a special wish my sweet Amanda.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159632033489095634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5qx_1_YC9I/AAAAAAAAAkE/tAA0PvolBMc/s400/248.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159642620583480322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5q7oF_YDAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/qzllvCOWO_I/s400/249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, I think it's official. My kids are exceptionally awesome! How I wish they could have known my mother and father. Life goes on I guess. My greatest hope is that I will live to see my own grandchildren. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13174418-1083354122708134022?l=supermodelssims2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermodelssims2.blogspot.com/feeds/1083354122708134022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13174418&amp;postID=1083354122708134022' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13174418/posts/default/1083354122708134022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13174418/posts/default/1083354122708134022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermodelssims2.blogspot.com/2008/01/chapter-11-life-goes-on.html' title='(Chapter 11) Life Goes On'/><author><name>HappySimmer10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00999681609293446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5qymV_YC_I/AAAAAAAAAkU/hfiEHQ0o-tw/s72-c/235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13174418.post-7891354316610550252</id><published>2008-01-20T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T19:56:47.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(Chapter 10) The Next Generation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5Qfy4jtcRI/AAAAAAAAAiU/LlSy1bOJNuU/s1600-h/215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157782432282145042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5Qfy4jtcRI/AAAAAAAAAiU/LlSy1bOJNuU/s400/215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I, Maddox, the first heir of the Stratton household, was enjoying being an adult and out of college. One of my favorite things was going out to clubs and dancing. I'd met a few women I like to talk to and even flirt with. But never anyone special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5QVUYjtb-I/AAAAAAAAAf8/L8PjLzFRdek/s1600-h/216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157770913179856866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5QVUYjtb-I/AAAAAAAAAf8/L8PjLzFRdek/s400/216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Until one night when I saw one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen across from me at the bar. I knew I had to go over and talk to her. And so I did. Her name was Viola and she was single. We hit if off and spent every moment of the next several weeks together. It didn't take me long to ask her to move in with me. Thankfully she said yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5QVUojtb_I/AAAAAAAAAgE/ELyQsFZx8IA/s1600-h/217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157770917474824178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5QVUojtb_I/AAAAAAAAAgE/ELyQsFZx8IA/s400/217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And soon I asked her to marry me. Of course Viola's answer was yes! My family was very happy. Finally I would be able to start working on the next generation's heir or heiress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5QVUojtcAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/UlP-3WaYPYQ/s1600-h/218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157770917474824194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5QVUojtcAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/UlP-3WaYPYQ/s400/218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister Stephanie invited us over to the birthday of my nephew Kevin. Viola was nervous because it was the first time she'd met the whole entire family. There was no need to be though, everyone loved her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5QVUojtcBI/AAAAAAAAAgU/MYTpmKMjcOM/s1600-h/219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157770917474824210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5QVUojtcBI/AAAAAAAAAgU/MYTpmKMjcOM/s400/219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next big family event was at our wedding. How sad it was going to be that neither one of my parents would be there for one of the happiest days of my life? I was blessed to have my sisters and my twin brother there to support me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157771368446390306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5QVu4jtcCI/AAAAAAAAAgc/VuX7Xdj5TGk/s400/220.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Everyone was happy - it was an awesome day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157771372741357618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5QVvIjtcDI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Lhy--0hLoGg/s400/221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We appreciated any occassion that allowed us to dress up and get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157771377036324930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5QVvYjtcEI/AAAAAAAAAgs/wI_abmUrKSU/s400/222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viola was a beautiful bride and we couldn't have been more ecstatic. We opted not to go on a honeymoon for several reasons. We wanted to save money and start working on our careers. But more importantly we both wanted to get cracking on starting our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157771381331292258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5QVvojtcGI/AAAAAAAAAg8/PRf0jcYBja8/s400/224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We wasted no time. We decided that there were lots of babies who needed homes and parents who would love them and take care of them. We adopted our daughter, Rebecca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157772875979911282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5QXGojtcHI/AAAAAAAAAhE/Gvzm3JFLSfo/s400/225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a happy day! Our beautiful little angel arrived!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157772880274878594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5QXG4jtcII/AAAAAAAAAhM/UJttAAK73ks/s400/226.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Viola decided maybe it would be better if she waited on starting a career. We both agreed that family was the most important thing and she should stay home with Rebecca. And I think both my girls were more than happy with this arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157772880274878610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5QXG4jtcJI/AAAAAAAAAhU/yPX3cbvwtHo/s400/227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent as much time with Rebecca as I could. I couldn't wait for when I would walk through the door and get to snuggle my child. She was growing so fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157772884569845922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5QXHIjtcKI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-jZgeV8_Qz0/s400/228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too fast for Viola too. She was very sad when it came time to celebrate Rebecca's first birthday. Where did the time always fly to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157772884569845938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5QXHIjtcLI/AAAAAAAAAhk/N_3umuahdzI/s400/229.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viola baked a cake and held Rebecca up to "blow" the candles out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157773756448207042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5QX54jtcMI/AAAAAAAAAhs/uqRHao9-xHE/s400/230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In normal Stratton fashion, time once again flew at warp speed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157771377036324946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5QVvYjtcFI/AAAAAAAAAg0/FNpZTcNTHrs/s400/223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we are again at Rebecca's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157773756448207058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5QX54jtcNI/AAAAAAAAAh0/T-3CJmyGMtY/s400/231.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again I held her up to make a wish and blow out the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157781861051494626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5QfRojtcOI/AAAAAAAAAh8/LPwGYXNvS5o/s400/232.jpg" border="0" /&gt; What a beautiful little girl our Rebecca had become. And smart too! She loved school and making new friends. But more than anything she wanted a baby brother or sister. Or a puppy, but we told her we would discuss that if she kept her grades up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157781861051494642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5QfRojtcPI/AAAAAAAAAiE/ukzaArhC7sc/s400/233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her wish was soon granted when Viola told me we were pregnant. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157781865346461954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5QfR4jtcQI/AAAAAAAAAiM/e7xadURNl5Y/s400/234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was early in the morning when Viola went into labor... I was filled with excitement as we were about to welcome our second bundle of joy into the world!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13174418-7891354316610550252?l=supermodelssims2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermodelssims2.blogspot.com/feeds/7891354316610550252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13174418&amp;postID=7891354316610550252' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13174418/posts/default/7891354316610550252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13174418/posts/default/7891354316610550252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermodelssims2.blogspot.com/2008/01/chapter-10.html' title='(Chapter 10) The Next Generation'/><author><name>HappySimmer10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00999681609293446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/R5Qfy4jtcRI/AAAAAAAAAiU/LlSy1bOJNuU/s72-c/215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13174418.post-6501139000793608708</id><published>2007-11-13T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T01:24:05.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(Chapter 9) Goodbye Again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RzkxeVaiwcI/AAAAAAAAAaM/3lSmCeMk0P4/s1600-h/185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132187647579701698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RzkxeVaiwcI/AAAAAAAAAaM/3lSmCeMk0P4/s400/185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Keith and Stephanie got a surprise on their honeymoon... Stephanie became pregnant. After many months of anticipation the day we had looked forward to had finally arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RzkxelaiwdI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SCw-wvgC6w0/s1600-h/186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132187651874669010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RzkxelaiwdI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SCw-wvgC6w0/s400/186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stephanie seemed to be in a great deal of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rzkxe1aiweI/AAAAAAAAAac/KFu7PhDhSK4/s1600-h/187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132187656169636322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rzkxe1aiweI/AAAAAAAAAac/KFu7PhDhSK4/s400/187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She asked me why I never told her how excrutiating labor was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132187909572706834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RzkxtlaiwhI/AAAAAAAAAa0/UEz4APvt6Z4/s400/188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I told her soon it would all be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RzkxfFaiwfI/AAAAAAAAAak/ISS1V5uzEdE/s1600-h/189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132187660464603634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RzkxfFaiwfI/AAAAAAAAAak/ISS1V5uzEdE/s400/189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And it definitely was! We thankfully welcomed a healthy baby boy into our family. Keith and Stephanie named him Kevin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RzkxfFaiwgI/AAAAAAAAAas/Hj8T6eE5Te0/s1600-h/189.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132188871645381154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RzkyllaiwiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/b3aIuY1JB3c/s400/190.jpg" border="0" /&gt; They were so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132188875940348466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rzkyl1aiwjI/AAAAAAAAAbE/YYXJdwLaMmk/s400/191.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And needless to say, so was I. I was very grateful to have gotten to see the birth of at least one of my grandbabies. Let's face it, I certainly wasn't getting any younger. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132188893120217666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rzkym1aiwkI/AAAAAAAAAbM/y16yAzRg8KM/s400/192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after Maddox and Sebastian left for college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132188893120217682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rzkym1aiwlI/AAAAAAAAAbU/IwUgA1KaJXk/s400/193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor Maddox, I thought I had taught him to dress better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132188901710152290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RzkynVaiwmI/AAAAAAAAAbc/wc4Db72oSAY/s400/194.jpg" border="0" /&gt; There - that's much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132190508027921010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rzk0E1aiwnI/AAAAAAAAAbk/JN_NzEoysmg/s400/195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going to SSU like the rest of our family, Sebastian decided he would rather attend La Fiesta Tech. It was alright with me.  Also at La Fiesta Tech was Sebastian's girlfriend, Caryl Pai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132190512322888322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rzk0FFaiwoI/AAAAAAAAAbs/8k1yrGG7za8/s400/196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As sad and difficult as it was, I knew there wasn't much time left for me. It was time I wrapped up a few loose ends. Since there wouldn't be anyone to take of Linus I decided he should go to Stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132190512322888338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rzk0FFaiwpI/AAAAAAAAAb0/IGBdiOfzPVY/s400/197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Imagine my excitement when I made it to little Kevin's 1st birthday! I felt so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132190520912822946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rzk0FlaiwqI/AAAAAAAAAb8/oq1zqgcQZGs/s400/198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My little baby's baby was growing up. It was such a proud moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132190525207790258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rzk0F1aiwrI/AAAAAAAAAcE/sWVCkTCjgWU/s400/199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;What a handsome little fella he was! Looks like he got a mixture of him mom and dad's hair color. But he clearly resembled his momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132191186632753858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rzk0sVaiwsI/AAAAAAAAAcM/-CWzeqGdq84/s400/200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Melissa and her long time boyfriend, George McCarthy were engaged. What an exciting time for my family. I took comfort knowing all it would be okay once I was no longer on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132191190927721170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rzk0slaiwtI/AAAAAAAAAcU/rv4oH0yqJCU/s400/201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sebastian was the next Stratton to be inducted into the Secret Society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132191190927721186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rzk0slaiwuI/AAAAAAAAAcc/w9SgLDhGcV8/s400/202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Maddox wasn't far behind, although he wasn't sure what was happening at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132191195222688498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rzk0s1aiwvI/AAAAAAAAAck/xLuXrStZgSE/s400/203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He almost thought a prank was being played on him. It looked like the tradition was continuing... all of our children were a part of the Society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132191195222688514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rzk0s1aiwwI/AAAAAAAAAcs/TIDc2gCDo1w/s400/204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Marisol graduated with honors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132192341978956562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rzk1vlaiwxI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xuKyLi-RU80/s400/205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Followed soon by Melissa. Could there have been a prouder mother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132192359158825810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rzk1wlaiw1I/AAAAAAAAAdU/XBKOzBQPTJY/s400/209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Immediately following their graduation, Melissa and George got married. It was a beautiful ceremony.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132192354863858498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rzk1wVaiw0I/AAAAAAAAAdM/iPCQRb9RfXA/s400/208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our whole family was there - even Mark in spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132192346273923874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rzk1v1aiwyI/AAAAAAAAAc8/hMvqR84nfHY/s400/206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;They looked so happy and I could only hope it would last. Melissa's father and I had shared many wondeful years together so that was my wish for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132192350568891186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rzk1wFaiwzI/AAAAAAAAAdE/AXZR1AaEUII/s400/207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And they left for their honeymoon. Would they come back with the same surprise as Keith and Stephanie had? And if so, would I be around to witness the birth of yet another grandchild?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132193231037186914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rzk2jVaiw2I/AAAAAAAAAdc/ljV0on337k8/s400/210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It wasn't to be. I was in my garden doing what I loved when I got a strange feeling... one that I wasn't alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132194072850777010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rzk3UVaiw7I/AAAAAAAAAeE/qsInOcqluB0/s400/211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;At first I was a little apprehensive. I didn't want to leave my children and little Kevin. I had so much to teach them still! But then I thought of my Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132194077145744322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rzk3Ulaiw8I/AAAAAAAAAeM/t4J3Gd7hJrE/s400/212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had missed him for so long...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132196224629392450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rzk5RlaixEI/AAAAAAAAAfE/3p4tNCnNypM/s400/213.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I knew soon I would be with him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132195391405736994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rzk4hFaixCI/AAAAAAAAAe4/EXzyR2BWdd8/s400/214.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would the family continue to thrive without the matriarch they had come to depend on? Who was destined to be the heir? Only time would tell...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13174418-6501139000793608708?l=supermodelssims2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermodelssims2.blogspot.com/feeds/6501139000793608708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13174418&amp;postID=6501139000793608708' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13174418/posts/default/6501139000793608708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13174418/posts/default/6501139000793608708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermodelssims2.blogspot.com/2007/11/chapter-9-goodbye-again.html' title='(Chapter 9) Goodbye Again?'/><author><name>HappySimmer10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00999681609293446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RzkxeVaiwcI/AAAAAAAAAaM/3lSmCeMk0P4/s72-c/185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13174418.post-6225500309968958734</id><published>2007-10-15T15:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T01:26:08.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(Chapter 8) Moving On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxPGUBXadiI/AAAAAAAAAXU/gmq-c_UJAcY/s1600-h/161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121655248516707874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxPGUBXadiI/AAAAAAAAAXU/gmq-c_UJAcY/s400/161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It took quite a while for the reality to sink in that my husband was gone. I was a widow. I wasn't sure if I knew how to live without Mark. Most of the time I didn't even want to get out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxPGURXadjI/AAAAAAAAAXc/8u_esSBB444/s1600-h/162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121655252811675186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxPGURXadjI/AAAAAAAAAXc/8u_esSBB444/s400/162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Working in my garden seemed to help... at least it allowed me to re-focus my grief, if only for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxPGUhXadkI/AAAAAAAAAXk/8_TbQQoGtJk/s1600-h/163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121655257106642498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxPGUhXadkI/AAAAAAAAAXk/8_TbQQoGtJk/s400/163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mostly I just thought a lot. Thought about my life before Mark, my life with Mark and how my life was going to be without Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxPGUhXadlI/AAAAAAAAAXs/rIOE_L5VFSU/s1600-h/164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121655257106642514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxPGUhXadlI/AAAAAAAAAXs/rIOE_L5VFSU/s400/164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I knew what he would want me to do. He would want me to be the strong Matriarch he married. He would want me to finish raising our family so that after I was gone they would be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxPGUxXadmI/AAAAAAAAAX0/tk6K-OF4gRU/s1600-h/165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121655261401609826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxPGUxXadmI/AAAAAAAAAX0/tk6K-OF4gRU/s400/165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sebastian seemed to take over the role of "man of the house." Not that Maddox didn't help, he was just more interested in his studies and making sure he had a head start in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122916143540631154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxhBFxXadnI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Ve3SwHPOtDs/s400/166.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Sebastian also helped out with washing Linus and the cleaning indoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122916143540631170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxhBFxXadoI/AAAAAAAAAYE/X44mhvZvoAc/s400/167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But he also made sure to save a little time to get himself in trouble. Not trouble exactly, it was a while before he confessed to sneaking out with his "friend," Caryl Pai. I figured he was missing his dad and it was only normal to act out a little.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122916143540631186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxhBFxXadpI/AAAAAAAAAYM/heNJV0tW_Og/s400/168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The day finally came when Stephanie was graduating from college.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122916147835598498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxhBGBXadqI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6cxtp4Z245o/s400/169.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While she was happy to have the rest of the family, she still missed her dad being there. He would have been so proud of her! After all, she was a woman after his own heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122916147835598514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxhBGBXadrI/AAAAAAAAAYc/hdMh1Aq4svc/s400/170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduating, Stephanie, along with her longtime boyfriend, Keith Zhang moved into a very comfortable home. She used the money her father had left her in his will. They began the home renovations right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122916650346772162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxhBjRXadsI/AAAAAAAAAYk/QCib_P9thGE/s400/171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;One day while Keith and Stephanie were out for a leisurely day in the park, Keith popped the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122916650346772178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxhBjRXadtI/AAAAAAAAAYs/QJzrtoYSlFI/s400/172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A very surprised, but ecstatic Stephanie quickly agreed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122916650346772194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxhBjRXaduI/AAAAAAAAAY0/YgPw9fmYC7I/s400/173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;With the death of her father still very fresh in her mind, Stephanie decided there was no need to wait. Keith readily agreed and they were married right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122916654641739506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxhBjhXadvI/AAAAAAAAAY8/I14MPPBhed8/s400/174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I could not have been happier for my firstborn child. While I couldn't help but wish her father was here to see it, I felt blessed that I was still here to be a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122916654641739522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxhBjhXadwI/AAAAAAAAAZE/zojtFlFlGU8/s400/175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stephanie's brothers and sisters were very happy for their sister.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122917359016376082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxhCMhXadxI/AAAAAAAAAZM/R7nlXmSA68E/s400/176.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My darling daughter was absolutely gorgeous! Everything about the day was beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122917363311343394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxhCMxXadyI/AAAAAAAAAZU/c4qP0c6o1pI/s400/177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stephanie playfully smashed wedding cake into her new groom's face. What a happy day!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122917363311343410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxhCMxXadzI/AAAAAAAAAZc/-EVCN0QGZEM/s400/178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the wedding ceremony, Keith and Stephanie immediately got on a plane headed for the mountains. What a cozy and romantic honeymoon that awaited them. Again I was thankful for my last trip with my beloved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122917363311343426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxhCMxXad0I/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2gxEf8ND6U/s400/179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They retreated to Three Lakes and stayed at a 3-star resort called Blau Hills. From what Stephanie told us, it was quite quaint.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122917367606310738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxhCNBXad1I/AAAAAAAAAZs/reHTY1irn_E/s400/180.jpg" border="0" /&gt; They did a lot of outdoor activities like log-rolling, which the newlyweds both agreed equally was hard to master. They got waterlogged with all the falling off they did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122917968901732194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxhCwBXad2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Cy05mHMxDVY/s400/181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122917968901732210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxhCwBXad3I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/KkIi42n9llY/s400/182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They also met a few furry friends too. Stephanie told us not to be alarmed, Victor Bigfoot as he liked to be referred to, was very friendly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122917973196699522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxhCwRXad4I/AAAAAAAAAaE/4uojbVXuPvg/s400/183.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Their life together was beginning now and our family was moving on. We still missed Mark, but we knew deep down he would be with us forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13174418-6225500309968958734?l=supermodelssims2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermodelssims2.blogspot.com/feeds/6225500309968958734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13174418&amp;postID=6225500309968958734' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13174418/posts/default/6225500309968958734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13174418/posts/default/6225500309968958734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermodelssims2.blogspot.com/2007/10/chapter-8-moving-on.html' title='(Chapter 8) Moving On'/><author><name>HappySimmer10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00999681609293446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxPGUBXadiI/AAAAAAAAAXU/gmq-c_UJAcY/s72-c/161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13174418.post-8158773483965242029</id><published>2007-10-14T20:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T00:07:07.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>(Chapter 7) Saying Goodbye - Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxKwKxXadOI/AAAAAAAAAU0/2jhHkYS9Bdw/s1600-h/141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121349425370395874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxKwKxXadOI/AAAAAAAAAU0/2jhHkYS9Bdw/s400/141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Late one night while Stephanie was at her dorm, a strange man came in and without saying a word handcuffed her and put her in a limo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxKwKxXadPI/AAAAAAAAAU8/YXJmbAiiZF8/s1600-h/142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121349425370395890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxKwKxXadPI/AAAAAAAAAU8/YXJmbAiiZF8/s400/142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While she was a little terrified she couldn't help but be a little intrigued...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxKwKxXadQI/AAAAAAAAAVE/QIYXDc4yfNg/s1600-h/143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121349425370395906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxKwKxXadQI/AAAAAAAAAVE/QIYXDc4yfNg/s400/143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Afterall, she'd never been in a limo before.  It was quite cozy and very spacious.  "I could live in here!" she thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxKwLBXadRI/AAAAAAAAAVM/_8ePyO8YYeY/s1600-h/144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121349429665363218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxKwLBXadRI/AAAAAAAAAVM/_8ePyO8YYeY/s400/144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She arrived at a beautiful brick mansion called The Landgrabb Society.  After arriving she was greeted by a group of people in uniforms.  The informed her that both her mother and I were once members.  But then again, once a member always a member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxKwLBXadSI/AAAAAAAAAVU/zuzQdnvzZV4/s1600-h/145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121349429665363234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxKwLBXadSI/AAAAAAAAAVU/zuzQdnvzZV4/s400/145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stephanie was always enjoying giving the ladies (and a few fellas) makeovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121349683068433714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxKwZxXadTI/AAAAAAAAAVc/IYQ37y0hE8E/s400/146.jpg" border="0" /&gt; She was becoming really good and was starting to think she might want to do this professionally once she graduated.  I always thought my kids could do anything they set their minds to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121349683068433730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxKwZxXadUI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Sd0Ew5iH0Wg/s400/147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marisol was adjusting to college life pretty well.  While she always made sure to get her school work done she made sure there was time for making friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121349687363401042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxKwaBXadVI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Y7Yp9KAxXt0/s400/148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And since her oldest sister had bragged so much on the Tri-Var Sorority she decided to call and see if she too was worthy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121349687363401058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxKwaBXadWI/AAAAAAAAAV0/bWqKBEY1E_k/s400/149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And of course my darling angel was accepted.  It didn't hurt that Stephanie was one of the sisters now.  Still, Marisol got in on her own accord - no favors when pledging one of SSU sororities or frat houses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121349691658368370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxKwaRXadXI/AAAAAAAAAV8/wnJig-EbJ2A/s400/150.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just as it had happend to Stephanie, in the wee hours of the night Marisol was handcuffed by a man who never spoke and placed in a limo.  Seemed like the Secret Society was becoming a family affair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121350426097776002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxKxFBXadYI/AAAAAAAAAWE/FMt04rkGMUg/s400/151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suzanne and I were enjoying our time together when suddenly a fantastic idea came to me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121350426097776018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxKxFBXadZI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Uc6vnSYx-AU/s400/152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why not take my beloved on a vacation.  We had never dared to leave with all the kids.  I could only imagine how much trouble that would be.  And after all it was supposed to relaxing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121350430392743330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxKxFRXadaI/AAAAAAAAAWU/3hM74pBlKp8/s400/153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could have only seen the look on Suzanne's face! She was so excited, she almost seemed like a young girl again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121350430392743346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxKxFRXadbI/AAAAAAAAAWc/W_vg7bDX0LU/s400/154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had booked us at room at Sky Vista Hotel.  Supposedly it was one of the best around Three Lakes.  And man was it! Very pricey, but it was well worth it.  We were in heaven!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121350430392743362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxKxFRXadcI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3hhUMkgNYg0/s400/155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We enjoyed axe throwing and log rolling.  After getting soaked quite a few times we both became fairly decent log rollers.  We took walks and went on a few tours.  Suzanne and I also met a lot of very friendly locals as well as tourists.  But before long it was time to go back home.  We were both dreading the end of our vacation, knowing what it would mean upon our return.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121350967263655378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxKxkhXaddI/AAAAAAAAAWs/9XKfOia3UVg/s400/156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It all happened way too soon.  We never realized it would happen THIS quickly.  My time was up and death had come for me.  The new look that washed over Suzanne's face was painfully different than the one I had been looking at the past three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121350971558622690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxKxkxXadeI/AAAAAAAAAW0/JEHsxN_l8pE/s400/157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I don't know why, but though I'd miss my family terribly I was also strangely peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121350971558622706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxKxkxXadfI/AAAAAAAAAW8/5rityPzzMfk/s400/158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My poor family.  I could feel their enormous grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121350971558622722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxKxkxXadgI/AAAAAAAAAXE/sa_VQaP0jms/s400/159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sebastian was at work during my passing.  Not surprisingly he was devastated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121350975853590034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxKxlBXadhI/AAAAAAAAAXM/YIe_rYk8RO0/s400/160.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My poor sweet Suzanne.  I knew it would be harder for her than for me.  Her pain was great but I knew she was strong and eventually she would be alright.  Not that it would be too long before we would see each other again...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13174418-8158773483965242029?l=supermodelssims2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermodelssims2.blogspot.com/feeds/8158773483965242029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13174418&amp;postID=8158773483965242029' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13174418/posts/default/8158773483965242029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13174418/posts/default/8158773483965242029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermodelssims2.blogspot.com/2007/10/chapter-7-saying-goodbye-part-two.html' title='(Chapter 7) Saying Goodbye - Part Two'/><author><name>HappySimmer10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00999681609293446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxKwKxXadOI/AAAAAAAAAU0/2jhHkYS9Bdw/s72-c/141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13174418.post-4790618221937153610</id><published>2007-10-11T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T19:16:34.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>(Chapter 7) Saying Goodbye - Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120155016440214434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rw5x3BXac6I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ng8uTKLP7UY/s400/122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole gang was together for Melissa's next birthday.  Even Stephanie and Marisol took a break from campus life to celebrate the next phase in their little sister's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxHLRhXadNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/VRH2brjZ6xA/s1600-h/121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121097753171752146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxHLRhXadNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/VRH2brjZ6xA/s400/121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Melissa made a secret wish and blew out the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rw5x3RXac7I/AAAAAAAAASc/Aidp8-sxX5U/s1600-h/123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120155020735181746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rw5x3RXac7I/AAAAAAAAASc/Aidp8-sxX5U/s400/123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just like her older sisters, she was gorgeous.  Taking after her mom and sister Stephanie definitely didn't hurt her chances.  And of course there was the fact that I was a little biased, being their dad and all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rw5x3RXac8I/AAAAAAAAASk/gL40f619tHQ/s1600-h/124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120155020735181762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rw5x3RXac8I/AAAAAAAAASk/gL40f619tHQ/s400/124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Suzanne immediately got on the phone and called the Headmaster of Isla Segundo Private School.  It was time for Melissa and the twins to have a chance to attend the prestigious school their older siblings had attended.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rw5x3RXac9I/AAAAAAAAASs/BmCiLIm1f2I/s1600-h/125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120155020735181778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rw5x3RXac9I/AAAAAAAAASs/BmCiLIm1f2I/s400/125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BJ Ryan came over the next evening promptly at 5pm.  The whole house was a buzz of nervous energy.  I, however, had no doubt the rest of my brood would get admitted with no problems.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120155291318121442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rw5yHBXac-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/5avi-mlYPIk/s400/126.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, "father knows best."  Mr. Ryan congratulated us and said he was looking forward to seeing Melissa, Maddox and Sebastian first thing tomorrow morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120155295613088754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rw5yHRXac_I/AAAAAAAAAS8/DtlgWlVHRr8/s400/127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shortly after the children's acceptance to Isla Segundo Private School, Suzanne and I celebrated our Golden Anniversary.  What a joy we had made it this far.  We had successfully (in our minds) raised 5 healthy and wonderful kids, through it all loving and supporting each other.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120155295613088770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rw5yHRXadAI/AAAAAAAAATE/v99n-NPtkCQ/s400/128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were still very much in love, possibly more now than ever.  Was life this good for everyone? I could only wish and pray that it would turn this fulfilling for my offspring, seeing as how I most likely wouldn't be around to see it for myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120155304203023378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rw5yHxXadBI/AAAAAAAAATM/gVHH0VyII0k/s400/129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The boys were getting older and Suzanne and I spent as much time with them as possible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120155308497990690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rw5yIBXadCI/AAAAAAAAATU/sM4iUu4cAIE/s400/130.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Suzanne had found a new hobby - gardening.  She loved being outside with nature and watching something that she had a hand in growing.  And we sure enjoyed the "fruits" of her labor!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120155819599098930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rw5ylxXadDI/AAAAAAAAATc/IifNt7Rw7ZE/s400/131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Melissa was definitely like any other teen.  Interested in boys far too early as far as I was concerned.  She had met George McCarthy down at the general store and they had developed quite a fondness for each other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120155819599098946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rw5ylxXadEI/AAAAAAAAATk/vVnBFds0RxE/s400/132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They spent a lot of time together and eventually decided to only see each other.  George was a regular fixture around the Stratton household.  Well, my baby girl finally got her first kiss.  I guess there could be worse things...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120155823894066258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rw5ymBXadFI/AAAAAAAAATs/RRiuPkfhtRQ/s400/133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meanwhile back at SSU, Stephanie had decided to pledge Tri-Var Sorority.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120155823894066274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rw5ymBXadGI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yKp03c_m8YU/s400/134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heather Huffington, Brittany Upsnott and Tiffany Sampson all came to her dorm.  They quickly took a liking to her and before long and accepted her as one of their "sisters."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120155823894066290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rw5ymBXadHI/AAAAAAAAAT8/S99uo8CILjo/s400/135.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stephanie had also met on campus, Keith Zhang.  The two had hung out a lot together and had several meaningful conversations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120156459549226114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rw5zLBXadII/AAAAAAAAAUE/UqQs8bkMMG0/s400/136.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They begun to develop more than friendship for each other.  Stephanie was very attracted to Keith and the feeling seemed to be mutual.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121096962897769618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxHKjhXadJI/AAAAAAAAAUM/jTW2fbqph9g/s400/137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back at home time as always was flying by.  It had seemed like it was yesterday when Melissa became a teen, and here we were with the twins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121096967192736930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxHKjxXadKI/AAAAAAAAAUU/zcOoVpfBurQ/s400/138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The last of our crew were becoming teenagers.  I couldn't help but be a little sad that I would probably never see any of my children get married or have kids of their own.  The only consolation was that Suzanne and I had raised them to be loving, caring and honorable human beings.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121096967192736946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxHKjxXadLI/AAAAAAAAAUc/wASRFYJz7oQ/s400/139.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My Maddox, yep still looked like his old man!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121096971487704258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RxHKkBXadMI/AAAAAAAAAUk/kJpHMiHavdo/s400/140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sebastian, a little eccentric but a good kid.  He was the only one that was a mixture of both Suzanne and I, together.  What would the future hold for them and my daughters? Only time would tell and that was somthing I just didn't have much left of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13174418-4790618221937153610?l=supermodelssims2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermodelssims2.blogspot.com/feeds/4790618221937153610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13174418&amp;postID=4790618221937153610' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13174418/posts/default/4790618221937153610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13174418/posts/default/4790618221937153610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermodelssims2.blogspot.com/2007/10/chapter-7-saying-goodbye-part-one.html' title='(Chapter 7) Saying Goodbye - Part One'/><author><name>HappySimmer10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00999681609293446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rw5x3BXac6I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ng8uTKLP7UY/s72-c/122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13174418.post-161532235882840467</id><published>2007-10-09T02:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T02:14:00.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>(Chapter 6) Be Careful What You Wish For</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwsjVBXac4I/AAAAAAAAASE/_lV5xNz5v8Y/s1600-h/105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119224245487563650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwsjVBXac4I/AAAAAAAAASE/_lV5xNz5v8Y/s400/105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Life with the twins was anything but peaceful. We loved them dearly, but it wasn't easy going on zero sleep and add that to working. And here we were at the birthdays. Suzanne held Sebastian while we sang "Happy Birthday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwshPhXacpI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LQrQeWoWHUQ/s1600-h/106.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119221951975027346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwshPhXacpI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LQrQeWoWHUQ/s400/106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I held Maddox while we sang another round. Could it be time already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwshPxXacqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/LICINy2qQVw/s1600-h/107.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119221956269994658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwshPxXacqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/LICINy2qQVw/s400/107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Maddox was beginning to look more and more like me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwshPxXacrI/AAAAAAAAAQc/zcKifbykMDc/s1600-h/108.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119221956269994674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwshPxXacrI/AAAAAAAAAQc/zcKifbykMDc/s400/108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; ... while Sebastian was a mixture of both Suzanne and I. The boys were full of energy and it was all we could do to keep up. We truly learned to be careful what we wished for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwshQBXacsI/AAAAAAAAAQk/TNnU8GwHziM/s1600-h/109.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119221960564961986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwshQBXacsI/AAAAAAAAAQk/TNnU8GwHziM/s400/109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; After the twins birthday it was time for Suzanne. Even as an elder I still thought she was just as beautiful as the day we met. I would never admit this to her, but I was quite relieved - I was starting to feel like a mid-life crisis was coming on, what with being married to a "youngin" and all. After Suzanne's birthday time flew by at warp speed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119222261212672722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwshhhXactI/AAAAAAAAAQs/feUuLiQKHu0/s400/110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stephanie was off to college, and from the looks of what she was wearing she had high hopes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119222261212672738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwshhhXacuI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/CaLM-m8pchM/s400/111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Luckily she decided to get a makeover before she scared off any potential suitors. And from the looks of it there would be many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;STEPHANIE STRATTON &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Knowledge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sloppy/neat: 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;shy/outgoing: 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lazy/active: 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;serious/playful: 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;grouchy/nice: 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(***The only way I could that list to single spaced was to use the bulletins.  I'm not real good w/ HTML***)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119222265507640050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwshhxXacvI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/oSu34UD06YM/s400/112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She was studying hard and found it fairly easy to make friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119222269802607362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwshiBXacwI/AAAAAAAAARE/PJnZSJDBUyI/s400/113.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Of course Suzanne couldn't resist visiting her first born at college. Steph was more than happy to have her family spend time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119222755133911858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rwsh-RXaczI/AAAAAAAAARc/L425bKh5f6s/s400/116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even Linus was getting older. While we weren't too sure what breed he was, we loved him and thought he was adorable all the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119222759428879170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rwsh-hXac0I/AAAAAAAAARk/Tc8Q6G6-Q04/s400/117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All too soon it was time for the twins to celebrate yet another birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119222759428879186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rwsh-hXac1I/AAAAAAAAARs/zyFrLucD_BI/s400/118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's Sebastian - we still weren't too sure who's looks he inherited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119222763723846498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rwsh-xXac2I/AAAAAAAAAR0/9expf4X5bTg/s400/119.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Then it was Maddox's turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119223871825408882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rwsi_RXac3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/Y7VZZCna9fM/s400/118.jpg" border="0" /&gt; There was no denying he was my son. And pretty darn handsome if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119222269802607378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwshiBXacxI/AAAAAAAAARM/UXh_dMNed9g/s400/114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My little Marisol was off to college too. Like her older sister, she decided to attend SSU and live in the dorm. She liked meeting new people and what better way to do it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MARISOL STRATTON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Popularity)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sloppy/neat: 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;shy/outgoing: 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lazy/active: 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;serious/playful: 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;grouchy/nice: 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119222750838944546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rwsh-BXacyI/AAAAAAAAARU/61vUPnH_zS0/s400/115.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Like her sister she made sure she got her studying done and out of the way. But unlike her sister she enjoyed a party or two. Fortunately her mother and I weren't aware of any of this. While things had slowed down now that we only had school-aged kids (FINALLY) but Melissa was becoming a teen and she too would soon be off to college, then the twins. Now Suzanne and I had to face the next stage of our lives. Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13174418-161532235882840467?l=supermodelssims2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermodelssims2.blogspot.com/feeds/161532235882840467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13174418&amp;postID=161532235882840467' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13174418/posts/default/161532235882840467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13174418/posts/default/161532235882840467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermodelssims2.blogspot.com/2007/10/chapter-6-be-careful-what-you-wish-for.html' title='(Chapter 6) Be Careful What You Wish For'/><author><name>HappySimmer10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00999681609293446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwsjVBXac4I/AAAAAAAAASE/_lV5xNz5v8Y/s72-c/105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13174418.post-4833374030215053027</id><published>2007-10-03T17:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T00:44:01.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>(Chapter Five) Third Time's The Charm?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwQQRhXacFI/AAAAAAAAALs/RXndDSWV870/s1600-h/86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117232969800118354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwQQRhXacFI/AAAAAAAAALs/RXndDSWV870/s400/86.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, here we are again. Suzanne was in labor for the third time. And apparently she never got used to the pain either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwQQRxXacGI/AAAAAAAAAL0/mHohiuxUbmU/s1600-h/87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117232974095085666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwQQRxXacGI/AAAAAAAAAL0/mHohiuxUbmU/s400/87.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Marisol and I couldn't help but ask ourselves why she decided to keep having babies if it brought on so much pain... and why did we keep watching???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwQQRxXacHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SRtdJol9QV4/s1600-h/88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117232974095085682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwQQRxXacHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SRtdJol9QV4/s400/88.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So much for that son I had wanted. Please welcome Melissa Marie Stratton. Wasn't the third time supposed to be a charm? Whoever said that didn't know what they were talking about. Again - don't get me wrong, I love my daughters more than life itself, but I'm old-fashioned. I believe the man should be the one to carry on the Legacy name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwQQSBXacII/AAAAAAAAAME/AizSvCVoato/s1600-h/89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117232978390052994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwQQSBXacII/AAAAAAAAAME/AizSvCVoato/s400/89.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If we couldn't have a son we would at least have a male puppy. We adopted little Linus. He was pretty much Stephanie's but the whole family loved him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwQQSBXacJI/AAAAAAAAAMM/tfgKnsoD9tM/s1600-h/90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117232978390053010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwQQSBXacJI/AAAAAAAAAMM/tfgKnsoD9tM/s400/90.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As it always had in the past, time had a way of getting away from me. My birthday came and caught me by surprise. I was officially an elder - and not a very fashion conscience one at that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117233635520049314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwQQ4RXacKI/AAAAAAAAAMU/tXCgjTzjZ_c/s400/91.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Suzanne didn't even seem to notice. We were still just as much in love as the day we were married. What a happy life we had created. And so far our lives were pretty ordinary. I have heard some real horror stories about some families around town. How did we get so lucky? I could only hope that the future generations would be as fruitful as Suzanne and I had been.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117233635520049330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwQQ4RXacLI/AAAAAAAAAMc/HS7AngWNlm0/s400/92.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shortly after my birthday, it was our sweet Melissa's birthday. Just as she had for our first two daughters, Suzanne baked Melissa's birthday cake. She was becoming quite good at it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117233635520049346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwQQ4RXacMI/AAAAAAAAAMk/5y0H15LW384/s400/93.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In a whirlwind of birthdays Marisol was becoming a teenager. Where did the time go?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117233639815016658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwQQ4hXacNI/AAAAAAAAAMs/VF7wneqKnfs/s400/94.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a beautiful young woman she was becoming, despite being a female version of her old man. Two teens in the house... no wonder I was gray already! (I rolled Popularity for Marisol - that is one of my LEAST favorite aspirations. Yuck!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117233639815016674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwQQ4hXacOI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pr59F2qANN8/s400/95.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thankfully Melissa got her looks from her mother just as our first born, Stephanie had. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117234172390961394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwQRXhXacPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/X-sgcW5Y9o4/s400/96.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know, I know... hadn't we learned our lesson yet? How much more pain could Suzanne endure with the tremendous agony labor put on her body? We just couldn't seem to resist. And now with two teenagers and a toddler who would grow up in the blink of an eye, we missed having a baby around. Besides, I was still intent on having a son.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117234172390961410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwQRXhXacQI/AAAAAAAAANE/ggdXI7EOdnw/s400/97.jpg" border="0" /&gt; "This is it, Mark. I'm not getting any younger and neither are you. Stephanie and Marisol will soon be off to college and I don't know how well we'll be getting along." I promised her if we didn't get a son this time, I would choose an heir from my daughters and be proud of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117234172390961426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwQRXhXacRI/AAAAAAAAANM/grHJ81I9kj0/s400/98.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here we are - just as I knew it would come too quickly. Melissa's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117234176685928738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwQRXxXacSI/AAAAAAAAANU/moHN2ItWSMY/s400/99.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It never got any easier seeing your little angels growing up, no matter how many of them you had.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117234176685928754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwQRXxXacTI/AAAAAAAAANc/xyCIPcHpeb0/s400/100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another beautiful, healthy young lady. How did we get so lucky? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117234833815925058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwQR-BXacUI/AAAAAAAAANk/YAB_LywLE8E/s400/101.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suzanne went into labor in the bathroom. She had been practicing a speech for the Scientist of the Year banquet, with Melissa waiting in the wings, nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117234838110892370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwQR-RXacVI/AAAAAAAAANs/i8IH5kXUZ9U/s400/102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, we have a son! We gratefully welcomed Maddox Malakai Stratton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117297780856615282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwRLOBXacXI/AAAAAAAAAN8/2BQUTJucjok/s400/102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we also welcomed Sebastian Scott Stratton. Yes, HUGE surprise - we had twins. Never in a million years did I expect this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117234838110892386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwQR-RXacWI/AAAAAAAAAN0/4bogABZek5k/s400/103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy were we going to have our hands full.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13174418-4833374030215053027?l=supermodelssims2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermodelssims2.blogspot.com/feeds/4833374030215053027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13174418&amp;postID=4833374030215053027' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13174418/posts/default/4833374030215053027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13174418/posts/default/4833374030215053027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermodelssims2.blogspot.com/2007/10/chapter-five-third-times-charm.html' title='(Chapter Five) Third Time&apos;s The Charm?'/><author><name>HappySimmer10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00999681609293446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwQQRhXacFI/AAAAAAAAALs/RXndDSWV870/s72-c/86.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13174418.post-1919716917254908420</id><published>2007-09-30T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T01:28:26.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>(Chapter Four) We Keep Growing and Growing and Growing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBl3xXabrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2AQTvv8CSK0/s1600-h/61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116201185511632562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBl3xXabrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2AQTvv8CSK0/s400/61.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were finally able to expand our home.  Suzanne and I wanted the best for us, Stephanie and our ever growing brood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBl4RXabsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZtpN7ESqKv0/s1600-h/62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116201194101567170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBl4RXabsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZtpN7ESqKv0/s400/62.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We added on several additons to our home including a second floor.  With a second baby on the way we really needed more room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBl4xXabtI/AAAAAAAAAIs/gUdGWYygcAQ/s1600-h/63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116201202691501778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBl4xXabtI/AAAAAAAAAIs/gUdGWYygcAQ/s400/63.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Things were really starting to take off for us.  Both Suzanne and I were at the top of our careers and things were looking up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBl5RXabuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aqNmtFjCqk0/s1600-h/64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116201211281436386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBl5RXabuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aqNmtFjCqk0/s400/64.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a comfortable home with the "white-picket fence" and a spacious yard where Stephanie and our future kids could run &amp;amp; play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBl5xXabvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/EF2Qs5nUd00/s1600-h/65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116201219871370994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBl5xXabvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/EF2Qs5nUd00/s400/65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little angel - sometimes I could only imagine what the future held for Steph.  If we didn't have a son would she become our heir when we were gone? Of course women were just as good to pass on a Legacy to, but I had always dreamed of having a son carry on my name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116203393124822866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBn4RXab1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/a-xs6OgWH64/s400/66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stephanie was growing up fast.  Not only did she look like her mom but she was just like her in the way she loved learning.  She was always reading.  We were thrilled when she came home with an A+ on her report card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116202474001821458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBnCxXabxI/AAAAAAAAAJM/KS54L_O-z4A/s400/67.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty soon Suzanne was in labor once again.  Her screams were so loud I just knew the "Townies" downtown could hear them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116202478296788770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBnDBXabyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/44Se0CaX3rY/s400/68.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Welcome our 2nd daughter, Marisol Marigold Stratton.  Another girl, however I was not disappointed.  Marisol was beautiful and we were thankful she was healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBlehXabmI/AAAAAAAAAH0/IOMOhfPLrVg/s1600-h/61.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116202478296788786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBnDBXabzI/AAAAAAAAAJc/6rE8Kfp4C7Y/s400/69.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And yet again we were doting parents.  As tiring as it was, we couldn't help but feel totally fulfilled.  I could see how families ended up going from two to ten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116203990125277026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBobBXab2I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9RuiW5tgXSE/s400/71.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure enough the only sure thing was that time was going too quickly.  Marisol was becoming a toddler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116203998715211634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBobhXab3I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/V-xBFb7acTQ/s400/72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Suzanne was so excited.  We could hardly wait to see who Marisol was going to look like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBlfBXaboI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZXlVIRW2-ls/s1600-h/63.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116203998715211650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBobhXab4I/AAAAAAAAAKE/wykEGRBqP3w/s400/73.jpg" border="0" /&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MARISOL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBlgBXabpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/tw1sibgwUgw/s1600-h/64.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116204003010178962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBobxXab5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/9f3joPRk_Kk/s400/74.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Right away we began teaching her all the things we taught her older sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116204003010178978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBobxXab6I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Rzh2AUdDd_c/s400/75.jpg" border="0" /&gt; While Stephanie looked just like her mother, Marisol was a little me.  I couldn't believe how much we resembled.  There never was a prouder father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116205570673242034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBp3BXab7I/AAAAAAAAAKc/wL7BPboXPLU/s400/76.jpg" border="0" /&gt; All too soon Marisol was celebrating yet another birthday.  Where was the time going?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116205570673242050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBp3BXab8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/7Faicf9uDj8/s400/77.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Between work and school we spent as much time together as a family that we could.  Supper time was our most cherished.  We would talk about our day and discuss all of our future dreams and goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116205570673242066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBp3BXab9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/YG0sihEDd4U/s400/78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first born was becoming a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116205574968209378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBp3RXab-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/i4q2mN-Vcxo/s400/79.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did she wish for? To go to college? To grow up, get married and have a family? Only she would know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116205574968209394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBp3RXab_I/AAAAAAAAAK8/s4wV-Jx_Xj4/s400/80.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We cheered and yelled - happy to be celebrating this momentous occasion together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116206446846570498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBqqBXacAI/AAAAAAAAALE/UM34aMAfrmo/s400/81.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And of course, she was still as beautiful as her mother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116206446846570514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBqqBXacBI/AAAAAAAAALM/jVQuCW5Y7GI/s400/82.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I could only hope that she was as good a teenager as she had been a child.  I wasn't looking forward to boys and first dates.  To me and her mother, she was still our "little" girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116206446846570530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBqqBXacCI/AAAAAAAAALU/048f2qiLrzM/s400/83.jpg" border="0" /&gt;There had been some things on my mind so I decided to ask Suzanne out to dinner to talk them over.  Besides, it had been some time since we had been on a real date, just the two of us.  I had been wanting to have another baby.  Try just once more for a son.  Of course I was more than thrilled with our daughters and loved them dearly but really had always hoped of a son to carry on the Stratton name.  After all, once I was gone the name would be too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116206451141537842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBqqRXacDI/AAAAAAAAALc/L91icXZ1ltA/s400/84.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can see it didn't take too much convincing.  Suzanne admitted that she too had been wanting one more little one.  A son would be wonderful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116206451141537858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBqqRXacEI/AAAAAAAAALk/FAzcwZjRKFU/s400/85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;On the other hand Suzanne had forgotten how much she didn't enjoy the morning sickness.  Fortunately it only lasted through her first trimester.  Would we finally have a son? Only time would tell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13174418-1919716917254908420?l=supermodelssims2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermodelssims2.blogspot.com/feeds/1919716917254908420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13174418&amp;postID=1919716917254908420' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13174418/posts/default/1919716917254908420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13174418/posts/default/1919716917254908420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermodelssims2.blogspot.com/2007/09/chapter-four-we-keep-growing-and.html' title='(Chapter Four) We Keep Growing and Growing and Growing...'/><author><name>HappySimmer10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00999681609293446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RwBl3xXabrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2AQTvv8CSK0/s72-c/61.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13174418.post-3974874488357881987</id><published>2007-09-29T20:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T23:45:28.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>(Chapter Three) And Baby Makes Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rv7zvhXabLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HziYhGSG-T8/s1600-h/37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115794224475434162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rv7zvhXabLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HziYhGSG-T8/s400/37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the wedding Suzanne got a job as a Scientist. She was very happy researching and learning more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115799734918474946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rv74wRXabMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GrWXw3-IWvc/s400/38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Things moved quickly for Suzanne and I - more quickly than we had anticipated. But we welcomed the changes all the same. We were ecstatic when we discovered we were going to have a baby! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115807225341439186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rv7_kRXabNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rajwvUfxE-8/s400/39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nine months passed in what seemed like days. We couldn't believe it was already time for our new bundle of joy to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115831144014310946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rv8VUhXabiI/AAAAAAAAAHU/pGvgK5BwQ9g/s400/40.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Suzanne was in a great deal of pain, I could see - especially as she shouted to me that it was all my fault. I tried to remain calm and help her through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115812160258862322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rv8EDhXabPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/tKcS5yEdwYs/s400/41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And baby made three. Words can't describe the joy I felt when I held my daughter. We joyfully welcomed Stephanie Suzanne Stratton. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115813319900032258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rv8FHBXabQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dwV9inKvzQs/s400/42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Stephanie slept in our room for the first few months. Neither Suzanne or I wanted to be away from her. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115814518195907858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rv8GMxXabRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/87nDIjiNODw/s400/43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Suzanne found a few rare quiet moments for her to study and work on getting a promotion. She thought she was almost ready to go back to work from maternity leave. She had definitely enjoyed it and loved being with our daughter, but she had missed the daily grind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115815080836623650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rv8GthXabSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/odHE_66VObY/s400/44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Steph was "Daddy's Little Girl" for sure. I didn't mind at all changing diapers and all that baby stuff. Suzanne really appreciated it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115815896880409906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rv8HdBXabTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CjpbJ30kSB0/s400/45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We decided with Suzanne going back to work we should hire a nanny. Karen Gast showed up on our door the next day. She was a very kind old lady and we knew right away she would work out great.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115817821025758530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rv8JNBXabUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/QiS8e5vsaxs/s400/46.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suzanne was anxious to get back into her regular work routine, but still missed Stephanie. She looked forward to when she was able to hold her precious angel!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115818323536932178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rv8JqRXabVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nMapr-J7nfo/s400/47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And just as quickly as the pregnancy and birth, it was time for Stephanie's first birthday.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115818332126866786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rv8JqxXabWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/w0oa_ls04Kk/s400/48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Suzanne baked a cake and help Steph up to "blow" the candles out. It was all Stephanie could do not to stick her hands in the pretty flames.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115818336421834098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rv8JrBXabXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Rx_igH4uX68/s400/49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Happy Birthday Stephanie!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115821699381226882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rv8MuxXabYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Ep_vOwwRrjA/s400/50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Stephanie was growing up to look just like her Mommy. How beautiful she was! She also had a few of her mother's qualities that I was too thrilled with, like being a little sloppy. One of these days I was going to hire a maid.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115821707971161490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rv8MvRXabZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/iQb8btMIqiQ/s400/51.jpg" border="0" /&gt; As our lives seem to always do, Stephanie was growing at the speed of light. Suzanne enjoyed teaching her all the wonderful things there were to learn.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115821707971161506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rv8MvRXabaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/G-5R8aQnIIM/s400/52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Potty training, for some reason, was especially difficult. It took a while, but Stephanie was smart (and stubborn) and we finally did it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115823292814093746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rv8OLhXabbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kVXcfewPjLY/s400/53.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Shortly after Suzanne had become a Mad Scientist she came down with the flu. She was violently ill.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115823297109061058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rv8OLxXabcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/iqo0bn78JMo/s400/54.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It was all she could do to stand up. With all the vomiting she had to take time off work. We both were praying that Stephanie wouldn't get sick.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115823301404028370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rv8OMBXabdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HPkOOqQ2bdY/s400/55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Suddenly a thought occured to Suzanne... "Could I be pregnant?" We hadn't really been trying, but then again, we really hadn't not tried.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115829365897850338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rv8TtBXabeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ALo1UJ9JDgg/s400/56.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh yeah, we were without a doubt pregnant. Baby number two was on the way! Could there be a Mark Jr. coming? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115829370192817650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rv8TtRXabfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/TOaZx7hJSD8/s400/57.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I was constantly amazed at what a beautiful little girl Stephanie was. She looked so much like Suzanne I couldn't believe it. If her hair wasn't dark like mine she would have been the spitting image.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115833643685277234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rv8XmBXabjI/AAAAAAAAAHc/qK5kMFbN1R0/s400/58.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here it was, time again for another birthday.  How could time really be going this fast?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115833643685277250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rv8XmBXabkI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kH0ehGDUGHs/s400/59.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For Stephanie's birthday party we invited my frat brothers.  Everyone was so excited!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115833647980244562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rv8XmRXablI/AAAAAAAAAHs/B7S4xRorV54/s400/60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A young child and another one on the way...  could life get any better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13174418-3974874488357881987?l=supermodelssims2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermodelssims2.blogspot.com/feeds/3974874488357881987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13174418&amp;postID=3974874488357881987' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13174418/posts/default/3974874488357881987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13174418/posts/default/3974874488357881987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermodelssims2.blogspot.com/2007/09/chapter-three-and-baby-makes-three.html' title='(Chapter Three) And Baby Makes Three'/><author><name>HappySimmer10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00999681609293446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/Rv7zvhXabLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HziYhGSG-T8/s72-c/37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13174418.post-6631910434382436338</id><published>2007-09-21T02:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T03:08:26.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>(Chapter Two) Starting a Family of My Own</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvNk8BXaa-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ddjtMWQv61Q/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112540984317209570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvNk8BXaa-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ddjtMWQv61Q/s400/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fresh out of college I couldn't wait to start my life. Man, did I pick hideous clothes to do it in, or what??? (Believe it or not, it took me a while to change them, too. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112914083831245810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvS4RRXaa_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/2EJ4KcQDwGw/s400/25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I immediately began to work on starting my career. Luckily I quickly found a job in my desired profession, Journalism. (I don't remember what he started out at but it was fairly high up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112914083831245826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvS4RRXabAI/AAAAAAAAADE/SOQ2DYziySA/s400/26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I had earned enough extra money at SSU to build a somewhat small, but comfortable home. It wasn't much but I was definitely far better off than some horror stories I'd heard of freshly graduated Sims living on their lawns. I couldn't imagine...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112915973616856162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvS5_RXabGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/mYR69l-l2ks/s400/41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I quickly impressed my boss and became a Media Magnate in no time. I was saving money and looking forward to asking Suzanne to be my Bride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112914560572615698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvS4tBXabBI/AAAAAAAAADM/Pnv84gx95Oo/s400/27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without wasting any time I called Suzanne and asked her to dinner at the finest restaurant in town - Londoste. I placed the recently purchased box on the table. (I guess it couldn't have been to fine - looks like they forgot to pay their heating bill because Mark NEVER took off his winter wear!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112914560572615714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvS4tBXabCI/AAAAAAAAADU/w5ktEq-S5TM/s400/28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suzanne had a look of surprise on her face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112914564867583026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvS4tRXabDI/AAAAAAAAADc/19rbl9MSFRI/s400/29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh Mark! It's so beautiful!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112914564867583042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvS4tRXabEI/AAAAAAAAADk/Gb9T09xGTsE/s400/30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She put it on her finger and exclaimed, "YES! YES! YES! Of course I'll marry you!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112914972889476178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvS5FBXabFI/AAAAAAAAADs/NljHJRAg_DM/s400/31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Full of love and hope we toasted to the life we were just beginning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112919800432716914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvS9eBXabHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_6f8LudjX90/s400/33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suzanne and I had a small but intimate ceremony.  We invited our closest friends from college and of course I'd invited my Urele-Oresha-Cham brothers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112919804727684226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvS9eRXabII/AAAAAAAAAEE/nitQ_VG8CEA/s400/34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone was so happy for us.  They couldn't have been as happy as me.  The whole day was filled with promise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112919804727684242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvS9eRXabJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jKTiimutRWY/s400/35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suzanne had gotten everything she'd dreamed of.  I couldn't imagine her looking more beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112919804727684258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvS9eRXabKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/idosUsorMqY/s400/36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a happy day! Everything was so perfect and we had so much to look forward to.  We were married...  how soon before we expanded our family? Only time would tell...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13174418-6631910434382436338?l=supermodelssims2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermodelssims2.blogspot.com/feeds/6631910434382436338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13174418&amp;postID=6631910434382436338' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13174418/posts/default/6631910434382436338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13174418/posts/default/6631910434382436338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermodelssims2.blogspot.com/2007/09/chapter-two-starting-family-of-my-own.html' title='(Chapter Two) Starting a Family of My Own'/><author><name>HappySimmer10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00999681609293446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvNk8BXaa-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ddjtMWQv61Q/s72-c/24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13174418.post-4073241945048687066</id><published>2007-09-19T01:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T01:26:05.343-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stratton Legacy'/><title type='text'>(Chapter One) - The College Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvDA7hmdXNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/18l2Qtiwz5M/s1600-h/snapshot_d3fc853d_f3fc8602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111797705930005714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvDA7hmdXNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/18l2Qtiwz5M/s400/snapshot_d3fc853d_f3fc8602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Welcome! I'd like to introduce myself: I'm Mark Stratton. I am the founder of this Legacy. I am a Knowledge sim with a Lifetime Want to be a Media Magnate. My turn-ons are Black Hair and a Great Cook. My turn-offs are Zombiism. Here are my stats:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sloppy/Neat: 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shy/Outgoing: 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lazy/Active: 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Serious/Playful: 3&lt;br /&gt;Grouchy/Nice: 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am totally and completely on my own. My parents were orphans who had no family of their own. They died when I was 16 in a car accident. Despite all of this, I graduated Isla Segundo High School with honors and decided I was going to make something of myself. But most important, I wanted a family. I wanted roots. I headed off to college, SSU (Sim State University for those not familiar) with nothing but hope. I was ready for whatever came my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112134813618101474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 468px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvHzhxmdXOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FycFa6NBGr8/s400/3.jpg" width="676" border="0" /&gt; I moved into a small dorm. I didn't want to live on my own (I had enough of that) but I wasn't ready for swarms of people either. Not to mention the fact I barely had $500 to my name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112137626821680370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvH2FhmdXPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HwBi7Sf3qR0/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a lot of nice people here. The first person I met was Shenene Taylor. We became fast friends. Despite her attraction to me (what can I see, I'm not too bad on the eyes) I just never felt sparks. She was more like the sister I never had than anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112141586781527362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvH5sBmdXUI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZIaKVMrbMyE/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Armando Dalton - he was quite a character. Liked to play lots of practical jokes. Luckily for me I was never the butt of any of his jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112139890269445394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvH4JRmdXRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ldovxc4ML2Q/s400/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt; In between making friends (guess who became the "Big Man on Campus"?) I was also sure to make sure my academic life didn't suffer. I made sure I went to class, did my term papers (man, what a pain in the butt they were!) and completed my homework assignments. On top of all this I was pledging to Urele-Oresha-Cham Fraternity! Which I got into by the way. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112140444320226594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvH4phmdXSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/H-7m7Uq6xho/s400/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt; It was all beginning to have an affect on me. I can barely keep my eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112140886701858098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvH5DRmdXTI/AAAAAAAAABE/jTGDHC-zti0/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt; So I decided it was time to get some much needed rest. It's hard to take care of your needs when you are trying to juggle school and a social life, and be successful at both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112142974055963986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvH68xmdXVI/AAAAAAAAABU/v9u8AERohk8/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt; After I was renewed with some much needed rest I decided to check out the campus. "Broaden" my horizons, so to speak. Okay okay - I also wanted to find some of the SSU hotties. The girls in my dorm were nice but they just weren't much to look at. I'm trying to start a Legacy here people. I'd like my kids to at least have a fighting chance!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112143532401712482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvH7dRmdXWI/AAAAAAAAABc/dT0_3fR-Tmo/s400/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Right away I spotted her. Her name is Suzanne Taylor. She was beautiful. Not exactly what I'm normally attracted to, but hey, the heart doesn't always stick to the rules. She was nice and we seemed to have a lot in common. Later I would find out she was just as interested in knowledge and learning as I was.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112146027777711474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvH9uhmdXXI/AAAAAAAAABk/SOkEeO_8tGU/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We were inseperable. When we weren't together, we were on the phone. Talking about our likes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112146032072678786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvH9uxmdXYI/AAAAAAAAABs/wb7FzqSUYOg/s400/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;...and our dislikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112146787986922898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvH-axmdXZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3i3U9Uz4dCY/s400/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112146792281890226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvH-bBmdXbI/AAAAAAAAACE/R-olc5E9aog/s400/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I knew she was going to be the woman I began this Legacy journey with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112146792281890210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvH-bBmdXaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1xI_tf--OEE/s400/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ***EDITOR'S NOTE*** (I had to give her a makeover - I just think this haircut is so cute!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112147831663975874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvH_XhmdXcI/AAAAAAAAACM/m_oOI-oZuhI/s400/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt; One night this blonde in pig tails came up behind me and cuffed me. She threw me in a limo and off we drove. I barely had time to blink, let alone wonder what the heck was happening. We pulled up to a swanky looking house. All of these people gathered on the lawn to greet me. Lo and behold Suzanne was among them. I had just been initiated into Landgrabb Secret Society... I probably wasn't supposed to mention that part though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112148828096388562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvIARhmdXdI/AAAAAAAAACU/wwheUcFYnPc/s400/22+just+finished+final+exam.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the day came when I had completed my LAST exam. I was a college graduate. Summa Cum Laude, no less. I could not have been more proud of myself. I only wished my parents could have been here to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112148832391355874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3woOroMkZQc/RvIARxmdXeI/AAAAAAAAACc/OoHF9xpzugY/s400/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a rockin graduation party, of course which was attended by Suzanne. I was ready to look to the future and all that would hold. I was anxious to propose to Suzi and get to working on our family!!! 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