<?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-6964585648014796554</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:45:01.164-08:00</updated><category term='building'/><category term='miscellaneous'/><category term='challenges'/><category term='knowles'/><category term='makeovers'/><category term='goofy'/><category term='Radford Island'/><category term='Cora Dixon'/><category term='collection legacy'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='sims 3 stories'/><title type='text'>The Tangled Webby</title><subtitle type='html'>Sim Stories from the tangled reaches of WebbyMom's mind</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>WebbyMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072592105552996411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TVF2vcRc3HI/AAAAAAAAE2w/GafwjT2Qvj4/s220/ttw-new-avatar.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964585648014796554.post-4130879640632976391</id><published>2011-02-06T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T11:46:34.391-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sims 3 stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cora Dixon'/><title type='text'>Cora in L.A. - Part Six</title><content type='html'>If you&amp;#39;ll remember, when we left Cora last she&amp;#39;d had a rather &amp;quot;close encounter&amp;quot; with a good-looking, suit-wearing, charm-the-pants-off-you massaging butler, and poor Gary was having a hard time making it into the house without ending up in a pool of darkness (i.e., the game crashing to the desktop). So while Cora fretted over the state of her life and emotions in the bathtub, The Controller went around behind the scenes and fixed up that little cosmic mistake she&amp;#39;d made (although when asked in public, she won&amp;#39;t admit to &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; making mistakes! Of any kind! EVER!).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I do suppose it&amp;#39;s high time we find out where these two (um... three?) are headed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2011/02/cora-in-la-part-six.html#more"&gt;Read more »&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964585648014796554-4130879640632976391?l=thetangledwebby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/feeds/4130879640632976391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2011/02/cora-in-la-part-six.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/4130879640632976391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/4130879640632976391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2011/02/cora-in-la-part-six.html' title='Cora in L.A. - Part Six'/><author><name>WebbyMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072592105552996411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TVF2vcRc3HI/AAAAAAAAE2w/GafwjT2Qvj4/s220/ttw-new-avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964585648014796554.post-2937236334390881589</id><published>2011-02-02T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T20:08:59.276-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radford Island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='building'/><title type='text'>A New Project - Radford Island</title><content type='html'>I know, I know - where the fram is Cora and Gary??? They&amp;#39;re coming, I promise. I got pics and everything! I swear! But you know how it is when you&amp;#39;re brain is dead from too much WordPress/HTML/CSS code and you can&amp;#39;t come up with more story? Well, that&amp;#39;s how I am right now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So today, you get pictures of my latest builds and a peek at my latest project in The Sims.&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-project-radford-island.html#more"&gt;Read more »&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964585648014796554-2937236334390881589?l=thetangledwebby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/feeds/2937236334390881589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-project-radford-island.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/2937236334390881589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/2937236334390881589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-project-radford-island.html' title='A New Project - Radford Island'/><author><name>WebbyMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072592105552996411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TVF2vcRc3HI/AAAAAAAAE2w/GafwjT2Qvj4/s220/ttw-new-avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TUogaz5pGQI/AAAAAAAAE1k/vOepyph3E94/s72-c/Screenshot-77.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964585648014796554.post-4969853415024264810</id><published>2011-01-22T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T16:22:50.981-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sims 3 stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cora Dixon'/><title type='text'>Cora in L.A. - Part Five</title><content type='html'>As we left Cora, she&amp;#39;d had a mild mental breakdown and had decided she could give a random client at the Wiltshire Beauty Salon, home of the famous fashionista Hilary Bumgarner, a makeover. I suppose we had better see what happened next.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2011/01/cora-in-la-part-five.html#more"&gt;Read more »&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964585648014796554-4969853415024264810?l=thetangledwebby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/feeds/4969853415024264810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2011/01/cora-in-la-part-five.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/4969853415024264810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/4969853415024264810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2011/01/cora-in-la-part-five.html' title='Cora in L.A. - Part Five'/><author><name>WebbyMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072592105552996411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TVF2vcRc3HI/AAAAAAAAE2w/GafwjT2Qvj4/s220/ttw-new-avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964585648014796554.post-3535173425087863588</id><published>2011-01-22T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T11:44:36.206-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sims 3 stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cora Dixon'/><title type='text'>Cora in L.A. - Part Four</title><content type='html'>And now for the fourth chapter in this saga, wherein Cora becomes a complete re-do and then has a small moment of insanity...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2011/01/cora-in-la-part-four.html#more"&gt;Read more »&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964585648014796554-3535173425087863588?l=thetangledwebby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/feeds/3535173425087863588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2011/01/cora-in-la-part-four.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/3535173425087863588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/3535173425087863588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2011/01/cora-in-la-part-four.html' title='Cora in L.A. - Part Four'/><author><name>WebbyMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072592105552996411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TVF2vcRc3HI/AAAAAAAAE2w/GafwjT2Qvj4/s220/ttw-new-avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964585648014796554.post-8377885625564633927</id><published>2011-01-21T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T11:03:01.813-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sims 3 stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cora Dixon'/><title type='text'>Cora in L.A. - Part Three</title><content type='html'>In previous installments, Cora has been seen authoring books in the dining room in her intimates, the butler didn&amp;#39;t do laundry, a maid was fired and then re-hired, and Gary was feeling pretty framming comfortable with his snazzy new home and life with Cora. I think it&amp;#39;s time we dug a little bit deeper into the lives of these three L.A. residents, don&amp;#39;t you?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2011/01/cora-in-la-part-three.html#more"&gt;Read more »&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964585648014796554-8377885625564633927?l=thetangledwebby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/feeds/8377885625564633927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2011/01/cora-in-la-part-three.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/8377885625564633927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/8377885625564633927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2011/01/cora-in-la-part-three.html' title='Cora in L.A. - Part Three'/><author><name>WebbyMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072592105552996411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TVF2vcRc3HI/AAAAAAAAE2w/GafwjT2Qvj4/s220/ttw-new-avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964585648014796554.post-8498536389610187043</id><published>2011-01-19T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T11:03:36.399-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sims 3 stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cora Dixon'/><title type='text'>Cora in L.A. - Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shall we continue with Cora&amp;#39;s escapades?? (You know what this story-telling will do, don&amp;#39;t you? It will make me want to play Cora again and keep writing. *giggle*)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2011/01/cora-in-la-part-two.html#more"&gt;Read more »&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964585648014796554-8498536389610187043?l=thetangledwebby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/feeds/8498536389610187043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2011/01/cora-in-la-part-two.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/8498536389610187043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/8498536389610187043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2011/01/cora-in-la-part-two.html' title='Cora in L.A. - Part Two'/><author><name>WebbyMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072592105552996411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TVF2vcRc3HI/AAAAAAAAE2w/GafwjT2Qvj4/s220/ttw-new-avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964585648014796554.post-7044329685643663344</id><published>2011-01-19T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T11:05:11.548-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sims 3 stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cora Dixon'/><title type='text'>Cora in L.A.</title><content type='html'>This is a bit of a random story about my Simself who is, in many ways, my alter-ego. ;) Her name is Cora Dixon and I moved her into a home I first built in Sunset Valley. However, the home seemed like it would fit well into Los Aniegos, and sure enough, I found the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;perfect&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; lot for it! Cora happily agreed to The Controller&amp;#39;s idea of moving to sunny L.A., so plop her down I did.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2011/01/cora-in-la.html#more"&gt;Read more »&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964585648014796554-7044329685643663344?l=thetangledwebby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/feeds/7044329685643663344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2011/01/cora-in-la.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/7044329685643663344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/7044329685643663344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2011/01/cora-in-la.html' title='Cora in L.A.'/><author><name>WebbyMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072592105552996411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TVF2vcRc3HI/AAAAAAAAE2w/GafwjT2Qvj4/s220/ttw-new-avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964585648014796554.post-4215640211148846231</id><published>2010-12-29T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T00:07:01.427-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeovers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenges'/><title type='text'>Little Cottage Challenge</title><content type='html'>This is the "full" album of my completed Little Cottage Challenge from the &lt;a href="http://livingsims.nl/forum/index.php"&gt;Living Sims Forum&lt;/a&gt;.For this challenge, you downloaded a small, worn home and had to make it over without removing existing doors and windows (although you could add them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to try a style I don't usually do for this challenge, so I chose Mediterranean. That was a challenge in itself, since the house looks more like an old English country cottage! I build in Los Aniegos, because I'm so freaking in love with the place. And to go with my Mediterranean feel, I wanted to create a Spaniard man to inhabit the home. First, I chose a name from my ever-handy baby name book - Leandro. Then I went online to look up Spanish surnames, and chose "Mura". I thought that had a nice ring to it. "Leandro" means "lion". That will be important in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I hopped into CAS and started mucking with a face. However, I found I needed some research. Just what makes a Spaniard a Spaniard???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold, when Googling for help, I came across pics of &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; Spanish actor, Antonio Banderas. LOL And so my Leandro is &lt;i&gt;loosely &lt;/i&gt;based on Antonio (because hey, I'm no whiz with the CAS controls). I think he's a passable Spaniard Sim. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-17.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leandro's personality  traits are Star Quality, Perfectionist, Good, Friendly, and a Great Kisser. Meh, I've &lt;i&gt;no&lt;/i&gt; idea if Antonio Banderas is any of those things - except he certainly has Star Quality. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was basing the guy on AB, I made sure his star sign was also Leo (not that I put much stock in signs, but hey, I had to pick something, so there you have it...). And here's the funny bit - Leo is, of course, the sign for lion, and I didn't know any of this before I named my Sim "Leandro"! Ha! Things like that just tickle my funny bone. You'll have to excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now - on with our stooooorrry....&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leandro Mura stood at the front of his new house. "New" was really not the right word; this house was literally eons old. It was merely new to &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;. His grandfather - a mean, bitter old man - had left the family home in Sevilla, Spain, many many years ago and had settled in Los Lobos, Calibania. A penny-pincher and a grouch, he lived alone until his death, letting the small house he'd built fall into disrepair around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leandro was the "lucky" inheritor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-95.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-95.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why his grandfather chose him, he'd never know. But since Leandro was his mama's "good boy", he packed his bags and flew to Calibania to at least oversee the sale of the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leandro harrumphed. "No one will want this place in &lt;i&gt;this &lt;/i&gt;condition!" he grumbled. Now he'd be stuck here until he could either fix it up or demolish it. "And my siblings thought I was so &lt;i&gt;blessed&lt;/i&gt;. Pfft."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't even in a nice neighbourhood, really. Sure, the view was great. But there were no houses close by, no neighbours to chat to. Probably just as his grandfather had liked it. Leandro's heart sank. Most folks wanted some kind of "community" around them. How in the world was he going to sell this place to normal people??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-96.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-96.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as these inheritance things go, there are times when everything is not a disaster at all. And this was one of those times. On the second day in Los Lobos, Leandro found out from his grandfather's lawyers that along with the decrepit old house came a very, &lt;i&gt;very &lt;/i&gt;tidy sum of money - "The result of all that penny-pinching, no doubt," Leandro supposed. In any case, things were looking up for the young man from Spain. He had enough money to renovate and landscape as well as to live on while he was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leandro lost no time. He hired the best contractors he could find to start on the yard work right away. As the days passed and the work progressed, however, Leandro grew homesick for Spain. The Los Lobos terrain made him think often of his homeland, and yet the house was a pitiful reminder that he was anywhere but home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do suppose that's where his inspiration came from for what he did next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-97.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-97.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he turned that little cottage into a peaceful Mediterranean retreat! The old stucco had been removed, new stucco applied, windows exchanged for ones that had a more Spanish look, and a porch with a pergola roof as an entry. Not to mention the gardens and pool... but we're getting too far ahead here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How did he get fully-grown cypress trees and ivy vines on the lot, you ask?? Well, that's just the perks when you know The Controller well enough... ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-98.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-98.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tiny house was now a more like a "home". Leandro brought as many of the Spanish colours and patterns he loved so much from his family home into this new one. The blue wall in the dining area was reflected in the soft cushions of the comfortable loveseat - and it served to remind him of his mother's and father's bedroom back home. The flooring was sanded, stained, and polished until it gleamed warmly at anyone who entered. The fireplace was properly bricked in and completely refinished to its former glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-103.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old windows were taken out and replaced with some lovely arched versions that had wrought iron grating. He purchased an elegant wrought iron table and chair set for the dining room and hung light sheers at all the windows in the living area to catch the breezes that now happily flowed through this house on the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-99.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-99.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen took a good chunk of the main floor - but that was OK with Leandro. He liked cooking his mother's best dishes from the recipes she'd written out for him. It made him feel at home. The cerulean blue was brought into this area as well, and the warm woods gave some traditional charm. He ripped out the two old windows in this area's alcove - one of them had almost completely rotted away anyway! - and put in a shuttered bay window in a style similar to a small café he'd frequented in Sevilla and a smaller window on the north wall to help bring in more natural lighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-100copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-100copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he wanted to keep as much old world charm in the home as he could, he made sure the appliances were top-of-the-line. "After all, women like those things," he told himself. "And everyone knows you sell a house to the woman based on how great the kitchen is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart boy. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-102.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bathroom on the main floor had such interesting tile that Leandro decided to keep it and use it to work with for the room's colour scheme. By some miracle, he found a truckload of matching tile at an old consignment shop - some distributor had been tired of trying to sell it -so he used it to finish the area around the tub. However, the old wallpaper had to go! So he stuccoed those bits with a wonderful, warm golden colour. He refinished the old bathtub that had come with the house - no sense getting rid of that wonder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-101.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even found artwork for the bathroom. "After all," he told himself, "everyone knows a woman loves art on the walls - even in the bathroom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't he amazing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was it for the main floor. No, it certainly wasn't big, but Leandro was very pleased with how it had turned out. He'd been in Los Lobos for a month now, and he'd begun making friends, many of whom were very interested in his little project and often paid him visits to "oooh" and "aaahhh" over his progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-113.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-113.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one thing, the "peace garden" on the north side of the house had been finished. Leandro found that the warm evenings of Los Lobos invited him to sit here with his lions and the quietly-lapping pool. The cypress trees reminded him of the park in Sevilla where he'd spent many a night with a certain young lady. Alas, that young lady chose another - but there was another possibility of Lady Love shining on him currently looming on the horizon here in Los Lobos. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perhaps&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Leandro was torn. He was supposed to be selling the house and going back to Sevilla. That had been his plan. And yet... and yet... this garden and the wonderful front porch... even the warm evening breezes seemed to be lulling him, calling him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ahem. I'm sorry. The Controller is known to wax poetic at times. Cheesy, I know, but what can I do? I can't seem to stop her! After all, she &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; The Controller, you know! Would &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; argue with her???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was time to tackle the master bedroom. His grandfather had not needed much space, and the upstairs bedroom was rather tiny, by Leandro's standards. So he moved the far wall back about four feet which opened up the room perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-109.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, that is not his grandfather in that picture hanging on his wall. That was his mother's grandfather - a man whom Leandro had heard about all his life, and one he truly respected for the hard decisions he'd had to make. He'd asked his mother for the picture when he'd left Sevilla, and she gave it to him with tears in her eyes. "He will watch over you," she said. All Leandro could do was hug her and swallow hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-110.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this room, Leandro wanted the rich gold colours of the Spanish hills - and those of Los Lobos - to be the inspiration. Touches of green here and there, just like in a desert, but mostly warm and deeply luxurious. "After all," he told himself, "everyone knows a woman swoons over luxury - especially in a bedroom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank his mama for raising such a lovely boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-106.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upstairs bathroom leaned more toward the green colours of the cedars and cypress trees. Since the main floor bathroom had a wonderful tub, Leandro installed a new, modern shower for this smaller room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-107.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually really liked the "no-nonsense" feel to this bathroom. Perhaps a bit more manly than the one downstairs. Laundry basket tucked under the open counter, modern stainless steel sink, flashy shower - yes, this would be the bathroom he'd most likely make the most use of while he lived here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-104.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The landing at the top of the stairs was the final part of the home to be completed. Leandro bought one of those crazy "I'm a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;guy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" workout machines and figured the only place it would fit would be in the top hall. Of course, on a complete whim, he also purchased an "I'm a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;guy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" statue for his work-out area - "Because," he told himself, "every woman knows that a man needs a &lt;i&gt;bit &lt;/i&gt;of space to call his own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that right, ladies?? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be fair, however, he also put a large wicker trunk there to hold his hand weights and stretchy-thingies for his arms and the Thigh Master he found at the consignment shop. Very nice of him to not have them cluttering up the landing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-105.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture reminded him of his mother's garden. And red felt empowering when one was working out. So he hung it right where he could see it while he groaned and sweated and pumped iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-114.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last little bit to be finshed was the pool on the south side of the house. He wanted it to also be an entertaining area, where he could BBQ, eat with friends, lounge and swim - maybe even dance. After all, the number of people he knew in Los Lobos now was growing each day. He'd even done a photo shoot for a swanky new men's cologne, and he had an agent who was gunning for a sweet part for him in an exciting movie! &lt;i&gt;Acting &lt;/i&gt;certainly hadn't been on his mind when he'd first arrived in Calibania, but then again, neither had falling in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops. He said it. The "L" word. Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-17.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so Leandro Mura had much to think about as he finally got to lounge by his new pool. Los Lobos was truly beginning to feel like home. He had enough money left over to carrying him for quite awhile - maybe one of the only nice things his poor, estranged grandfather had ever done; a promising career in the film industry, and a budding romance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Maybe this "little cottage" could actually become a real "home".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extras:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leandro having a dip in the new pool: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-115.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main floor layout: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-112.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top floor layout:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-111.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer shot of the exterior:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/LittleCottageChallenge/Screenshot-18.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo Webby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964585648014796554-4215640211148846231?l=thetangledwebby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/feeds/4215640211148846231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-cottage-challenge.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/4215640211148846231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/4215640211148846231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-cottage-challenge.html' title='Little Cottage Challenge'/><author><name>WebbyMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072592105552996411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TVF2vcRc3HI/AAAAAAAAE2w/GafwjT2Qvj4/s220/ttw-new-avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964585648014796554.post-7221643194538347080</id><published>2010-12-27T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T09:45:57.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WebbyMom's room in Greater Los Aniegos</title><content type='html'>I lost my simself when I updated to Los Aniegos from Greater Lost Aniegos (&lt;a href="http://forum.thesims3.com/jforum/posts/list/295247.page"&gt;superb world by Coasterboi&lt;/a&gt;), but I kinda liked her little apartment, so I figured I'd post pics here before I deleted them so as to remember her by. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the overview of the apartment. The only thing I'd done to it was the bedroom at this point. Cora is a writer, thus the desk. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/Screenshot-94.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/Screenshot-94.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a great view of her little area of Los Aniegos while she writes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/Screenshot-111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/Screenshot-111.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is her bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/Screenshot-90.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/Screenshot-90.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/Screenshot-91.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/Screenshot-91.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, dig this - I found this Ansel Adams print on a site (I'm sorry, I forgot where - if you're the creator, feel free to leave a comment with a link!) and I have this &lt;b&gt;very same pic&lt;/b&gt; in my own home! HA!!! I &lt;b&gt;had &lt;/b&gt;to have it for Cora's bedroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/Screenshot-116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/Screenshot-116.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is what I did with the living area once I decorated. I love plain and simple in the Sims - in RL, my house is cluttered, so I love the calm and peace of no-clutter Sims rooms. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/Screenshot-95.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/Screenshot-95.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/Screenshot-96.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/Screenshot-96.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. :) I've since moved on to another couple in Los Aniegos and I have Cora in another town, so I'm not too bummed about losing her here. But the apartment was pretty cute - nicely laid out by Coasterboi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964585648014796554-7221643194538347080?l=thetangledwebby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/feeds/7221643194538347080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/12/webbymoms-room-in-greater-los-aniegos.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/7221643194538347080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/7221643194538347080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/12/webbymoms-room-in-greater-los-aniegos.html' title='WebbyMom&apos;s room in Greater Los Aniegos'/><author><name>WebbyMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072592105552996411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TVF2vcRc3HI/AAAAAAAAE2w/GafwjT2Qvj4/s220/ttw-new-avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964585648014796554.post-5670050602253336578</id><published>2010-12-14T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T13:36:21.423-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Compaction and High Traction</title><content type='html'>Since hanging out a bit more at &lt;a href="http://livingsims.nl/forum/index.php"&gt;Living Sims&lt;/a&gt;, I've become a CC junkie yet again. I really must stop at this point. It's getting ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent part of my morning making four &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;.package&lt;/span&gt; files out of &lt;i&gt;tons &lt;/i&gt;of others, trying to organize them in a way that made sense, but not sure I've achieved that. Anyway, I knew I needed to do it since my game was lagging pretty badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also spent time in the last couple of days installing &lt;a href="http://ts3.tscexchange.com/index.php?topic=4685.0"&gt;Twallan's Overwatch mod &lt;/a&gt;- ran the game once since installing and it cleared out a bunch of cars for me, so that's cool. And I saw someone mentioning something called "TuneUp" on some forum somewhere as being a helpful program for optimizing your computer and helping with laggy game play, so &lt;a href="http://tune-up.com/"&gt;I went to check it out&lt;/a&gt;. I've installed the 15-day trial version and have just spent the better part of an hour going through the settings and optimizing my entire computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that sounds onerous, but here's the thing: TuneUp runs in the background and you can set it to "Turbo Mode", which shuts off all your non-essential services so that you have more resources devoted to whatever you're working on. ("Working" on... right. Or &lt;i&gt;playing&lt;/i&gt;, as the case may be...) It never turns anything essential off, just stuff you wouldn't need for short periods of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with this program, I've cleared out a bunch of crap from my registry, I found out I could tweak my browser and internet settings to match the actual speed of my connection (I had no idea!) and yes, I'm getting faster surfing happening! It only took me so long because I'm both picky and paranoid when using these kinds of programs. However, so far, so good, and I'm pretty pleased with it. I may end up shelling out the bucks for it if the next 15 days show marked performance improvement. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd launch The Sims and give it a good test run now that I've compacted all those files and can use Turbo Mode - but my daughter would kill me. I'm supposed to be doing Christmas prep. LOL Good thing she's around to keep me on track!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sure to report back on how this has all worked out for game play!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964585648014796554-5670050602253336578?l=thetangledwebby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/feeds/5670050602253336578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/12/compaction-and-high-traction.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/5670050602253336578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/5670050602253336578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/12/compaction-and-high-traction.html' title='Compaction and High Traction'/><author><name>WebbyMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072592105552996411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TVF2vcRc3HI/AAAAAAAAE2w/GafwjT2Qvj4/s220/ttw-new-avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964585648014796554.post-3748283825702544374</id><published>2010-12-12T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T13:20:42.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='building'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeovers'/><title type='text'>Before and After - 120 Wright Way, Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I've finished decorating the bedroom and bathroom as well as done a bit of landscaping - in the courtyard and front, mostly.And so that means more pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQUyiuGuAnI/AAAAAAAAE0k/xYELca2IraY/s1600/Screenshot-55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQUyiuGuAnI/AAAAAAAAE0k/xYELca2IraY/s640/Screenshot-55.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Street view now - with more suitable plantage. ;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I fancied up the gateway, added some flowers and other foliage to the street side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the inner courtyard got a good work-over. There has to be a bench, of course, for those days you just want to sit and listen to the fountain bubbling. I added tons of flowers in a colour scheme that would complement the sort of "tropical" feel to this home. And a few fun things to look at - three suns on the back wall, a birdbath, an oddly-shaped carving, and even an old ship's steering wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQUzc1QYYUI/AAAAAAAAE0o/lbcbEAzh3Ag/s1600/Screenshot-56.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQUzc1QYYUI/AAAAAAAAE0o/lbcbEAzh3Ag/s640/Screenshot-56.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;View from the gateway to the front door&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQUzk2KXEZI/AAAAAAAAE0s/is7XscP2OOs/s1600/Screenshot-57.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQUzk2KXEZI/AAAAAAAAE0s/is7XscP2OOs/s640/Screenshot-57.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;View from the garage wall&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQUzyy7_wpI/AAAAAAAAE0w/_8OYTi1gd7Q/s1600/Screenshot-58.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQUzyy7_wpI/AAAAAAAAE0w/_8OYTi1gd7Q/s640/Screenshot-58.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;View from the bench&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQUz4JzfTFI/AAAAAAAAE00/sHpjd2oCS5A/s1600/Screenshot-59.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQUz4JzfTFI/AAAAAAAAE00/sHpjd2oCS5A/s640/Screenshot-59.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the back corner - door leads into garage and laundry&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Now an overview of the bedroom wing so you can see the context of the rooms in the layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQU0O3RB84I/AAAAAAAAE04/XtQBgykMd6U/s1600/Screenshot-60.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQU0O3RB84I/AAAAAAAAE04/XtQBgykMd6U/s640/Screenshot-60.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm liking the warm tones in this home, but I'm also enjoying punching up each room with shots of colour. Cora's bedroom brings in some Mediterranean-like blues and turquoises, and includes a treadmill (which would never get used it this were &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; me... LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQU0m08tYuI/AAAAAAAAE08/qi9uW_vHd5s/s1600/Screenshot-63.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQU0m08tYuI/AAAAAAAAE08/qi9uW_vHd5s/s640/Screenshot-63.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQU0q9PxQEI/AAAAAAAAE1A/XINc4AHsL3s/s1600/Screenshot-65.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQU0q9PxQEI/AAAAAAAAE1A/XINc4AHsL3s/s640/Screenshot-65.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQU0wPSIT4I/AAAAAAAAE1E/SYsuOXZxXc4/s1600/Screenshot-64.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQU0wPSIT4I/AAAAAAAAE1E/SYsuOXZxXc4/s640/Screenshot-64.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a quick exit to the raised sundeck, too!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;And finally, the home's one bathroom. I plunked down the fixtures and didn't even CAS them - I decided instead that the coolness in the colours would serve as my palette for the room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQU1E7l-J1I/AAAAAAAAE1I/HJPcUuh8Oqw/s1600/Screenshot-66.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQU1E7l-J1I/AAAAAAAAE1I/HJPcUuh8Oqw/s640/Screenshot-66.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQU1Kqg2tYI/AAAAAAAAE1M/O128Q-JfKLA/s1600/Screenshot-67.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQU1Kqg2tYI/AAAAAAAAE1M/O128Q-JfKLA/s640/Screenshot-67.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've lost inspiration for the last two rooms, which are supposed to be bedrooms. However, Cora has literally &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; moved in and hasn't met any potential mates yet, let alone had time to think about kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/Smileys/girl_wink.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/Smileys/girl_wink.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm beginning to think that this should be the Cora I "plop down and play", since I'm liking the house so much. ;) Perhaps she'll manage to meet someone and get close enough to him to have a real date for New Year's, eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if that's the case, I may leave those two "spare" rooms until I see if Cora wants kids or not. I'll finish up the sundeck (had to re-download my Sun, Surf and Sand set, I was missing it since my last install!) and then call it a day for home decorating. Get her working on her LTW - becoming an author - and take her through the Christmas season in the lovely and warm Summer Hills. Hmmm... a Christmas without snow. That would be a first for me. Um, I mean, Cora. *giggle*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964585648014796554-3748283825702544374?l=thetangledwebby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/feeds/3748283825702544374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/12/before-and-after-120-wright-way-part-3.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/3748283825702544374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/3748283825702544374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/12/before-and-after-120-wright-way-part-3.html' title='Before and After - 120 Wright Way, Part 3'/><author><name>WebbyMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072592105552996411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TVF2vcRc3HI/AAAAAAAAE2w/GafwjT2Qvj4/s220/ttw-new-avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQUyiuGuAnI/AAAAAAAAE0k/xYELca2IraY/s72-c/Screenshot-55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964585648014796554.post-427586958997786582</id><published>2010-12-11T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T13:21:11.255-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='building'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeovers'/><title type='text'>Before and After - 120 Wright Way, Part 2</title><content type='html'>I've been enjoying decorating tonight. I'm feeling poorly, so no use trying to do Christmas baking or shopping today. Instead, I've been decorating this new house, and I also took time out to watch The Sorcerer's Apprentice with the family - &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;very &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;good show! I thoroughly enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I should probably give you an overview of the layout so you have a context for each room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQRIGte__cI/AAAAAAAAE0I/c_LU5VBKuyA/s1600/Screenshot-99.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQRIGte__cI/AAAAAAAAE0I/c_LU5VBKuyA/s640/Screenshot-99.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is my progress on the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen/Dining:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQRHlRF1OAI/AAAAAAAAEz0/fMWw8Z7VRV0/s1600/Screenshot-84.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQRHlRF1OAI/AAAAAAAAEz0/fMWw8Z7VRV0/s640/Screenshot-84.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dining area&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQRHn7HfK5I/AAAAAAAAE0E/IO7pbpslLPk/s1600/Screenshot-94.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQRHn7HfK5I/AAAAAAAAE0E/IO7pbpslLPk/s640/Screenshot-94.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desk off of dining room&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQRHnZgd3dI/AAAAAAAAE0A/OxIYNJk8KpI/s1600/Screenshot-87.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQRHnZgd3dI/AAAAAAAAE0A/OxIYNJk8KpI/s640/Screenshot-87.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;From Kitchen to dining area&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQRHmOtK_BI/AAAAAAAAEz4/LA_cRhNb90Y/s1600/Screenshot-85.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQRHmOtK_BI/AAAAAAAAEz4/LA_cRhNb90Y/s640/Screenshot-85.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kitchen - door leads to garage and laundry&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQRHmmciSaI/AAAAAAAAEz8/4ofJPdf7XVw/s1600/Screenshot-86.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQRHmmciSaI/AAAAAAAAEz8/4ofJPdf7XVw/s640/Screenshot-86.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other side of kitchen&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;And the garage with laundry area:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQRJm_A1ytI/AAAAAAAAE0M/T1NBBLEE6hc/s1600/Screenshot-92.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQRJm_A1ytI/AAAAAAAAE0M/T1NBBLEE6hc/s640/Screenshot-92.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQRJqg4qpdI/AAAAAAAAE0Q/W76KHrcR3xA/s1600/Screenshot-93.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQRJqg4qpdI/AAAAAAAAE0Q/W76KHrcR3xA/s640/Screenshot-93.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also done the living room/entry, and I even decided to do it up for Christmas a little bit. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQRKdU3av_I/AAAAAAAAE0U/nB7l6JP4woA/s1600/Screenshot-90.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQRKdU3av_I/AAAAAAAAE0U/nB7l6JP4woA/s640/Screenshot-90.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Entry - a dramatic black indoor fountain separates it from the living room&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQRKepqrFnI/AAAAAAAAE0Y/COaGzqEO0ZQ/s1600/Screenshot-95.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQRKepqrFnI/AAAAAAAAE0Y/COaGzqEO0ZQ/s640/Screenshot-95.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stark and modern, but a touch of Christmas to warm it up&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQRKfHm0RcI/AAAAAAAAE0c/fQJrIXyN_J4/s1600/Screenshot-96.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQRKfHm0RcI/AAAAAAAAE0c/fQJrIXyN_J4/s640/Screenshot-96.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hopefully someone can play some carols on that keyboard&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQRKf-jF8GI/AAAAAAAAE0g/Uo4GZw9d6V4/s1600/Screenshot-98.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQRKf-jF8GI/AAAAAAAAE0g/Uo4GZw9d6V4/s640/Screenshot-98.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other side of the room, with a great big stereo for playing Christmas music!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;That's all for now, folks! Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964585648014796554-427586958997786582?l=thetangledwebby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/feeds/427586958997786582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/12/before-and-after-120-wright-way-part-2.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/427586958997786582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/427586958997786582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/12/before-and-after-120-wright-way-part-2.html' title='Before and After - 120 Wright Way, Part 2'/><author><name>WebbyMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072592105552996411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TVF2vcRc3HI/AAAAAAAAE2w/GafwjT2Qvj4/s220/ttw-new-avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQRIGte__cI/AAAAAAAAE0I/c_LU5VBKuyA/s72-c/Screenshot-99.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964585648014796554.post-1435659978693613901</id><published>2010-12-11T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T13:21:28.583-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='building'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeovers'/><title type='text'>Before and After - 120 Wright Way</title><content type='html'>Does anyone remember this horrid monstrosity from Sunset Valley? (click to see the full-sized horror in all its &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;gory&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQPadx5T3-I/AAAAAAAAEzs/DlVnUIUhwAI/s1600/Screenshot-82.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQPadx5T3-I/AAAAAAAAEzs/DlVnUIUhwAI/s400/Screenshot-82.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQPadWX6eEI/AAAAAAAAEzo/hduwIMGFDK4/s1600/Screenshot-81.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQPadWX6eEI/AAAAAAAAEzo/hduwIMGFDK4/s400/Screenshot-81.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I decided to do away with the house and went slap-happy with the hammer tool. ;) Then I decided to keep the deck but add &lt;a href="http://www.houseplans.com/1874-square-feet-3-bedroom-2-bathroom-Sunbelt-home-plans-2-garage-%2815536%29"&gt;this house&lt;/a&gt; to the lot instead. And I moved in someone very special to finish the work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQPaa9xT5FI/AAAAAAAAEzY/td1q8OpYdpw/s1600/Screenshot-77.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQPaa9xT5FI/AAAAAAAAEzY/td1q8OpYdpw/s640/Screenshot-77.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;WebbyMom's Simself, Cora Dixon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sim Self! *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view she has from her deck:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQPabng5veI/AAAAAAAAEzc/N3ey-HV4ck4/s1600/Screenshot-78.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQPabng5veI/AAAAAAAAEzc/N3ey-HV4ck4/s640/Screenshot-78.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking towards The Wolff's and the Lightouse&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the outside of the house &lt;i&gt;so far&lt;/i&gt; - lots of work yet to be done (and I do believe those purple hydrangeas have to go *gag* - not the best decision there...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQPacJVX3PI/AAAAAAAAEzg/HIjMIyOvUQE/s1600/Screenshot-79.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQPacJVX3PI/AAAAAAAAEzg/HIjMIyOvUQE/s640/Screenshot-79.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back view - I had to extend the cliff a bit more to fit in the house, so I'll smooth it all over later when I do landscaping. I made a nice little reading area for Cora on the deck so she's out of the way while I finish the house. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQPac89WOQI/AAAAAAAAEzk/dBqMrpH3K6Q/s1600/Screenshot-80.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQPac89WOQI/AAAAAAAAEzk/dBqMrpH3K6Q/s640/Screenshot-80.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the courtyard. I love the new fountain tools, really cool stuff! Much to finish here, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQPaetkGgCI/AAAAAAAAEzw/tGak2cEV7Tk/s1600/Screenshot-83.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQPaetkGgCI/AAAAAAAAEzw/tGak2cEV7Tk/s640/Screenshot-83.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being as I am not really in the story-telling mood right now, I thought I'd just post updates to this makeover instead. I'm definitely going for more of a modern look than &lt;a href="http://www.houseplans.com/1874-square-feet-3-bedroom-2-bathroom-Sunbelt-home-plans-2-garage-%2815536%29"&gt;the plan picture&lt;/a&gt; shows. And I'm so in love with the Bauhaus windows, they're perfect for this build. I've bricked their outside trim, I think it's looking really neat that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well - look for an update to this series, maybe even later today. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964585648014796554-1435659978693613901?l=thetangledwebby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/feeds/1435659978693613901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/12/before-and-after-120-wright-way.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/1435659978693613901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/1435659978693613901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/12/before-and-after-120-wright-way.html' title='Before and After - 120 Wright Way'/><author><name>WebbyMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072592105552996411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TVF2vcRc3HI/AAAAAAAAE2w/GafwjT2Qvj4/s220/ttw-new-avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TQPadx5T3-I/AAAAAAAAEzs/DlVnUIUhwAI/s72-c/Screenshot-82.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964585648014796554.post-6551719011153546485</id><published>2010-11-26T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T20:47:04.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcus LeBoeuf and his Home</title><content type='html'>I made this home for a Small Spaces Challenge at &lt;a href="http://livingsims.nl/forum/index.php"&gt;Living Sims&lt;/a&gt;. Then their poor forum when KA-POW and the challenge was left behind. But that's OK - I had a blast doing it regardless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/mOuNLc5I/MarcusLeBeoufwithCC.html"&gt;Here's the file at 4shared&lt;/a&gt;, and here are some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/smallspaces01/Screenshot-39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/smallspaces01/Screenshot-39.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/smallspaces01/Screenshot-41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/smallspaces01/Screenshot-41.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's situated by one of the fishing ponds in Sunset Valley:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/smallspaces01/Screenshot-40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/smallspaces01/Screenshot-40.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus LeBeouf lives here. He's just moved into this house after a year  of clearing out the larger home he and his wife shared for 50 years. She  passed away just over a year ago now and he knew it was time to  down-size since he's getting older. He was a chef in his glory days -  and you can tell he enjoyed his cooking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His favourite colour is green, so this house really hit him when he saw  it. It has a rather small living room but it feels bigger since it's  open to the entire top-floor living area - and the vaulted ceiling and  high windows give the room lots more breathing space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/smallspaces01/Screenshot-31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/smallspaces01/Screenshot-31.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Marcus isn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; great of  a decorator. All he knows is he likes green. It doesn't really bother  him that there are several different tones of green in the house. He  sort of sees things compartmentally. In other words, the green rug at  the front door is separate in his eyes to the green rug in the living  room, which is separate again to the green rug in the kitchen. See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still has his morning and evening tea with the tea set that was his  wife's favourite - they got it from their best man at their wedding  oh-so-long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/smallspaces01/Screenshot-32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/smallspaces01/Screenshot-32.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/smallspaces01/Screenshot-33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/smallspaces01/Screenshot-33.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, the kitchen isn't nearly as big as he used to cook in at  work, nor is it as big as their old home's, but it does a bachelor just  fine. Of course, he's also kept his top-notch knife set and  Blend-o-Matic - you just can't be a good cook without good tools!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/smallspaces01/Screenshot-43.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/smallspaces01/Screenshot-43.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basement houses his bedroom, main bathroom, and an all-purpose work  room. Marcus always liked to tinker with wood bits and iron scraps, so  he moved his old workbench in here to keep up his hobby. Of course, the  laundry machines are right there, too, handy to the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/smallspaces01/Screenshot-34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/smallspaces01/Screenshot-34.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His bedroom, while pretty plain, is serviceable enough for "an old guy", as he calls himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/smallspaces01/Screenshot-36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/smallspaces01/Screenshot-36.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main bathroom is right off his bedroom (although there's another  3-piece bath upstairs, something Marcus marvelled at when he bought the  house - 2 baths and only one bedroom!?!). It had a neat kind of tile in  it, so Marcus got his creative juices flowing and found some throw rugs  and towels to match the red in the tile. Thankfully, this time he found a  sort of "bathroom starter set" at Simmart that had everything he  needed, so they actually do match!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/smallspaces01/Screenshot-35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/smallspaces01/Screenshot-35.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overhead shots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Floor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/smallspaces01/overheads/Screenshot-37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/smallspaces01/overheads/Screenshot-37.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/smallspaces01/overheads/Screenshot-38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/LivingSims/smallspaces01/overheads/Screenshot-38.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy Marcus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964585648014796554-6551719011153546485?l=thetangledwebby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/feeds/6551719011153546485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/11/marcus-leboeuf-and-his-home.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/6551719011153546485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/6551719011153546485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/11/marcus-leboeuf-and-his-home.html' title='Marcus LeBoeuf and his Home'/><author><name>WebbyMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072592105552996411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TVF2vcRc3HI/AAAAAAAAE2w/GafwjT2Qvj4/s220/ttw-new-avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964585648014796554.post-3352424963553434940</id><published>2010-11-26T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T20:32:47.461-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>A Wee Gifty</title><content type='html'>Since the holiday season is upon us, and since I love desktop wallpapers, and since I wanted to learn some stuff with Photoshop tonight, I made you this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TPCFBy8L3fI/AAAAAAAAEzU/vquucZz0NDo/s1600/Christmas2010Small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TPCFBy8L3fI/AAAAAAAAEzU/vquucZz0NDo/s640/Christmas2010Small.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on it to see a bigger preview size. However, &lt;i&gt;do note&lt;/i&gt; that the size of the &lt;i&gt;actual &lt;/i&gt;background&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;is for a 1920x1200 desktop - and believe me, it will look nicer in a larger size. LOL I'm not sure how it might work on a smaller desktop size. Try this one and let me know if you want a change. I could be persuaded with cookies, I'm pretty sure.. ;) And if those don't work, and nice bottle of unoaked Merlot would most likely seal the deal. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/photo/tWH0FwCH/ChristmasFromWebbyMom.html"&gt;Download the file here from 4shared (395kb)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964585648014796554-3352424963553434940?l=thetangledwebby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/feeds/3352424963553434940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/11/wee-gifty.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/3352424963553434940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/3352424963553434940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/11/wee-gifty.html' title='A Wee Gifty'/><author><name>WebbyMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072592105552996411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TVF2vcRc3HI/AAAAAAAAE2w/GafwjT2Qvj4/s220/ttw-new-avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TPCFBy8L3fI/AAAAAAAAEzU/vquucZz0NDo/s72-c/Christmas2010Small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964585648014796554.post-1632134474054764260</id><published>2010-11-16T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T13:22:59.283-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>An update</title><content type='html'>My game seems to be fixed. It's lagging badly though, and all I was doing last night was building. Hmm. I ran across something the other day that talked about lagging and glitching and the trouble being a stuck vehicle in the town. There was a little program thing-a-ma-do-bob to fix it... I'm going to have to see if I can find that again. I'm wondering if that's my trouble being as before last night, it wasn't nearly as laggy as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got rid of more freakin' trojans by downloading&lt;a href="http://www.malwarebytes.org/mbam.php"&gt; Malwarebytes' Anti-Malware&lt;/a&gt; and doing another &lt;a href="http://www.safer-networking.org/en/download/"&gt;Spybot S&amp;amp;D&lt;/a&gt; sweep. And, despite the dread of doing it because it's my main browser and &lt;b&gt;highly&lt;/b&gt; set up, I think I may have to uninstall and reinstall Firefox. :( It will often not start at all, although it's running in the background when you check in the task manager. Dag nab it. Silly computers. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964585648014796554-1632134474054764260?l=thetangledwebby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/feeds/1632134474054764260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/11/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/1632134474054764260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/1632134474054764260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/11/update.html' title='An update'/><author><name>WebbyMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072592105552996411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TVF2vcRc3HI/AAAAAAAAE2w/GafwjT2Qvj4/s220/ttw-new-avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964585648014796554.post-4063735041561063119</id><published>2010-11-12T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T13:20:02.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thou dost not defeat me! (Yet...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Join us now for the continuing stoooorrrry of WebbyMom and her computer and her [dad-blasted] Sims 3 game...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Attempting to install Ambitions was proving fruitless to the hapless WebbyMom. At the same time, while Late Night ran, the launcher always said "An error occurred and the launcher is now quitting" as soon as she hit the play button, despite the fact that thereafter, the game launched just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an intelligent guess-timate (and a desperation that fuels all serious gaming addictions), Webby then attempted to install World Adventures next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder of wonders, it worked! The Webby squiggled with joy in her seat as it installed, and again when it ran in her Late Night town with seemingly no problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giddy with happiness and hoping this would solve all troubles with Ambitions, she tried again to install it from the EADM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. Notta. Zilch. Still "erroring out", if you pardon my coining a phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite spending a minimum of 1 hour on the official tech forum and/or EA support set-ups and not finding any love for her troubles, Webby decides that, since others have hinted to an EADM update crisis and seemingly connected launcher glitches, she would uninstall EADM and reinstall it from the most recent link to it online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only trouble with that is, of course, that now the EADM has forgotten that Amibtions was previously downloaded - and The Webby is stuck waiting for it to download once again before further testing can be done. During which time she has coloured her hair, had a shower, loaded and started the dishwasher and played a level of Ranch Rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh - and penned this tome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt=";)" border="0" class="postimage" src="http://www.sims3musketeers.com/thechatterbox/images/smilies/kolobok/wink.gif" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; vertical-align: middle;" title=";)" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still, we are at a mere 70% of being done, so now our heroine must find something else to occupy her time (other than downloading yet more CC crap) whilst it completes it's task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Horatio - if I hadst only known the heartaches that did befall me ere I bought this franchise, I wouldst have run far, far into the forest, never to return.&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="sigh" border="0" class="postimage" src="http://www.sims3musketeers.com/thechatterbox/images/smilies/kolobok/girl_sigh.gif" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; vertical-align: middle;" title="sigh" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964585648014796554-4063735041561063119?l=thetangledwebby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/feeds/4063735041561063119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/11/thou-dost-not-defeat-me-yet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/4063735041561063119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/4063735041561063119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/11/thou-dost-not-defeat-me-yet.html' title='Thou dost not defeat me! (Yet...)'/><author><name>WebbyMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072592105552996411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TVF2vcRc3HI/AAAAAAAAE2w/GafwjT2Qvj4/s220/ttw-new-avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964585648014796554.post-2584550092473709589</id><published>2010-11-08T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T13:22:39.591-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goofy'/><title type='text'>Bullies!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I don't know about you... but if this teen boy were &lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt; teen boy, I'd be grounding him but good for this behaviour:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TNiL9hd6mbI/AAAAAAAAEzM/UkeveOe1rks/s1600/Screenshot-83.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TNiL9hd6mbI/AAAAAAAAEzM/UkeveOe1rks/s640/Screenshot-83.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor little boy's sis was rooting for him, but looks like Punkhead won. My question is, why is she smiling at Punkhead???&amp;nbsp; Shameful, really, just shameful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news - I finally got Late Night installed and running (long story, don't ask, I might cry all over again), and do you know what we get?? Do you? No, not vampires, not nightclubs, not celebrities, not pianos... we get...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIGEONS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TNiMrGqq9CI/AAAAAAAAEzQ/Ig0wiyk7Ybk/s1600/Screenshot-107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TNiMrGqq9CI/AAAAAAAAEzQ/Ig0wiyk7Ybk/s640/Screenshot-107.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, pigeons. Jes' a walkin' 'n' bobbin' thar little hay-ahds all over that thar place! Ain't that purdy??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964585648014796554-2584550092473709589?l=thetangledwebby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/feeds/2584550092473709589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/11/bullies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/2584550092473709589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/2584550092473709589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/11/bullies.html' title='Bullies!!'/><author><name>WebbyMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072592105552996411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TVF2vcRc3HI/AAAAAAAAE2w/GafwjT2Qvj4/s220/ttw-new-avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TNiL9hd6mbI/AAAAAAAAEzM/UkeveOe1rks/s72-c/Screenshot-83.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964585648014796554.post-360836955370931393</id><published>2010-11-06T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T09:57:14.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goofy'/><title type='text'>Interesting Chair Choice</title><content type='html'>So here I am, playing along the other day, when suddenly oddness hits, as it is wont to do in this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a sim whom I was not cheating with, money-wise. She only has a part-time job while she struggles to earn a living writing. She was at the park one day when someone generously left out some food, so she grabbed a plate and ..... walked over to the biffy to sit on the loo and eat it. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TNWDXOcIcrI/AAAAAAAAEzI/myhWdI_NjDQ/s1600/Screenshot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TNWDXOcIcrI/AAAAAAAAEzI/myhWdI_NjDQ/s640/Screenshot.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too odd NOT to snap a pic. *giggle* I've never seen a sim do this before, at a park or at home. Didn't even know it was possible. And no, I don't have any mods installed, this is base-game only at this point. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least she picked the relatively &lt;i&gt;clean &lt;/i&gt;bathroom to eat in. *rolls eyes, shudders*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964585648014796554-360836955370931393?l=thetangledwebby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/feeds/360836955370931393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/11/interesting-chair-choice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/360836955370931393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/360836955370931393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/11/interesting-chair-choice.html' title='Interesting Chair Choice'/><author><name>WebbyMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072592105552996411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TVF2vcRc3HI/AAAAAAAAE2w/GafwjT2Qvj4/s220/ttw-new-avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TNWDXOcIcrI/AAAAAAAAEzI/myhWdI_NjDQ/s72-c/Screenshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964585648014796554.post-8065618893856129441</id><published>2010-08-02T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T11:05:38.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowles Legacy, Chapter Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;. . . in which house additions are made, Sonia is called to France, Tate shows his true colours, and Death visits - briefly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I left the Knowles  boys since way before World Adventures came out - two brothers,  Generation 3, watching TV. Geoff Knowles, founder of this legacy, now  sits on the coffee table in an urn. Ayesha, his widow, is still alive,  and 96 days old at this point. Kimball is the current active heir and  head of the family, married to Sonia, who used to be an Ursine, so she  has flaming red hair and a struggle with weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the boys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tate, the one in the blue PJ's, is the heir. He's good, excitable,  and a coward. May not fair well in those tombs I'll be sending him to  when he grows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liam, his younger brother, is artistic, but he's also a heavy sleeper  and neurotic. He walks around sobbing about faucets that haven't been  checked or other un-named fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good grief. What a pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They hadn't added to the house in  awhile, judging by the almost §30,000 they had in cash. So I gave them a  nice garage for their two cars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And added a lovely tree and some more flowers for a more settled look in the front yard.&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant. I know. I'm so creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, as sim life goes, a day or two later little Tate was all ready to  grow up into teenager-hood. He happened to be alone outside when the big  event took place. Meh, he's Gen 3. What's the big deal now, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And, as sim life goes, he needed a makeover. Badly. *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Makeover be frammed, you'll have to see him later. Right now, lemme show you my first basement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this family &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;had too much money. I mean, the goal  is to keep building and spending as much as you can. But once you really  start raking it in in this challenge, it gets harder and harder to keep  spending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But World Adventures has come to the rescue. Number One, they can &lt;em&gt;travel &lt;/em&gt;and spend money. ;) Number Two, I could add onto this relatively small lot with a &lt;strong&gt;basement&lt;/strong&gt;! Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a great tutorial which said it was harder to add a basement  to an already-built house, but actually, with just a bit of thought  (which was all I had that day, anyway), I managed just fine. I have  created a room to display all the jewels and such. And the display cases  that come with WA are also very handy! They have all the Sunset Valley  jewels on one display, and I now have a second one to collect jewels  from travels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also three other "future expansion" rooms down here and a full, four-piece bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how I did the stairs. I  read that you could just join the first stair from the foundation to the  ground right up with the second stair that leads right to the basement,  but mine didn't work like that. No bother, I just put a wee landing in  for the first stairs, and they work beautifully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now Sonia received a call one day. She's a fairly logical-type person,  and someone got wind of that and wanted her to go solve a puzzle in  France. Not having travelled before, she immediately accepted! She  geared up, sent off the bills, and booked a flight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then she hopped in her car and drove off to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hours and hours later, she arrived at the hotel that had been  recommended to her, stiff and sore from sitting in a crampy plane seat  all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Whoa! I thought we were in France! Oh. &lt;strong&gt;Tourist&lt;/strong&gt;. I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonia soon got directions to  Gustav's house, the man she was to meet about the puzzle. She rented a  scooter and zipped off down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! This is great! I could get used to this! Fun, sun, no kids, no husband, no garden, no cares!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rang the bell at a nice looking French flat and a nice looking French man greeted her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning bells were going off in her head. His eyes were really nice. His hand was really nice. He was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not really good. She'd heared about French men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as soon as he ushered her  into the entryway, she got right down to business and tried to avoid the  really nice way he kept looking at her directly in the eyes while she  talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, well, ahem, it seems that a mutual acquaintence of ours needed  this puzzle solved..." She pulled out a piece of paper to show him. "And  I was sent to talk to you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mm hm," he said, not even looking at the paper. "Zee answer is eight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. Eight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But... but you didn't even look at the puzzle!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't have to. Zee answer is in your eyes. It's eight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonia stuttered a "thank-you", shook his hand, and left. Quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well. That was that, I guess," she muttered on the way back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she'd just arrived! It couldn't be over so soon, could it? As  luck would have it, it wasn't. She saw a notice posted on the bulletin  board at the hotel that someone was missing something and was too scared  to go back to where they'd lost it. They were willing to pay for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A phone call was all it took to have Sonia whizzing down the road on her scooter again toward some kind of French tomb thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As she made her way down the stairs to an underground cavern, she realized she was surely &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; in Corrigan Bay anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she spied an ingot of silver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wooooo! Kimball will be so proud of me for collecting stuff in France!" she exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This room has to go somewhere other than &lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;,"  she muttered after gathering up the silver and examining her  surroundings more closely. There didn't seem to be a way out - except  there was something behind that pile of rubbish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cleared the debris and found a hidden latch on the wall that opened a secret door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yay! More stuff to collect!" she laughed as she cleared away more piles of rocks in the next room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Still no sign of the item that had gone missing. Sonia kept working  her way through the tomb - which didn't really look like a tomb, just  some old underground storage facility or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ugh, more rock piles," she groaned. Her fingers weren't really used to all this pick-axe work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, heh, heh. Good thing no one was down her looking at her scratch her backside, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearing away those three rock  piles had winded Sonia. She dug out a now-dirty piece of paper from her  pocket and made some notes while she caught her breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she threw a switch and entered something that was starting to look more tomb-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Erg! If I'd have known (grunt) that this was going to be so hard,  (huff) I would have passed and (pant) gone to the beach instead!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing a hole in the wall in the next room, Sonia sucked in her breath and stuck her hand into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yiiiieeee, I hope there's nothing in here! Oooooh, it's cold in there! Eeek!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shrieked as her hand hit something, but then she realized it wasn't a bug. It was another switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The switch opened a door which lead her into a room with a garden maze! Would this ever end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, she made her way through the garden maze, solved a puzzle or two, and managed to collect some more stuff for Kimball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she entered the last  room and found the item that had gone missing! As well as some more  collectible things. She would be taking a heavy suitcase home from  France!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She decided not to go back to  the hotel that night and pitched her tent at a local campground.  Roasting food around the fire, she ran back over her day in her head. It  was good. Very good. But she missed the kids after all. And Kimball.  She was so excited to share her discoveries with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And go home she did. Kimball was thrilled to see her again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gramma Ayesha was, too. She loved her grandkids, but sitting on the floor tutoring Liam was getting a little harder these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/32.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonia and Tate had a good visit  that evening. She told him of the food she tasted in France. Tate, as  you can now see, is a nerd. Corduroy pants, dress shirt, glasses, hair.  The whole bit. As a teen, he rolled the "flirty" trait on top of his  goodness, excitability, and cowardice. Not sure how he'll get the guts  up to flirt, but hey. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/33.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh CRAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the sparkles! But she was making dinner for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I supposed someone else could make dinner. I figured it was  her time to go. She'd lived a good life, missed her Geoff, and wasn't  out collecting anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/34.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Everyone (including a guest) gathered in the kitchen to see Gramma off.  Grim appeared right on cue, the urn was ready, we were all set to go,  each of us making peace with this new era without Generation 1 around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/35.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the framming heck did she get a death flower, huh? Who was the idiot who gave that to her, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Oh. Me? Oh. *ahem* Well. *blush* I did? Really? I see. *cough cough* So much for losing Generation 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, where the hell did you get that flower! I thought that was safely in &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; backpack! Have you been rummaging through my stuff again!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, suck it up, buttercup. Sheesh, you'd think Kimball was a whining teenager again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/36.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gasp* "Ooooooo. Pwetty fwower!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, you should see how Grim goes ga-ga over these things. It's  shameful, it really is. He comes on all tough and gruff and stuff like  that, but he's just a pussy-cat on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/37.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Holey Cow, you can go through counters now! OHMYGOSH!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Kimball again. If Grim could roll his eyes, he would have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Ayesha was back, and pretty much in one piece, except for the bit that was in the counter. And here's the crazy thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was now only 74 days old! *faints* Well, &lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;was a little longer than I'd been counting on having her around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/38.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death trucked off with his "pwetty fwower", but the fear factor took hold of Tate and wouldn't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cue shudders, gasps, fearful squeaks, and groaning*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand he's out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK09/40.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the world would he do if he knew Grampa Geoff haunted his room every night, I wonder??? *giggle*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964585648014796554-8065618893856129441?l=thetangledwebby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/feeds/8065618893856129441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/08/knowles-legacy-chapter-nine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/8065618893856129441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/8065618893856129441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/08/knowles-legacy-chapter-nine.html' title='Knowles Legacy, Chapter Nine'/><author><name>WebbyMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072592105552996411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TVF2vcRc3HI/AAAAAAAAE2w/GafwjT2Qvj4/s220/ttw-new-avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964585648014796554.post-254961293248915980</id><published>2010-08-02T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T10:26:47.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowles Legacy, Chapter Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Sonia's tummy grew and grew. She waddled around like a duck. A happy duck, but a duck nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;The  pregnancy really didn't seem to last a long time after all was said and  done, however. Before she knew it, she was huffing and puffing and  feeling quite strongly about getting this baby &lt;strong&gt;out&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Dang. No one told her those babies were so insistent!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;"Oh goodness, I have an idea! Why don't I call Kimball and he can take you to the hospital?" Ayesha squeeled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonia  gritted her teeth and tried to breathe. "That would be great, Mom," she  said through her clenched jaw. Sheesh, you'd think it had been a  literal &lt;strong&gt;eon&lt;/strong&gt; since Ayesha had experienced this! What did she do, &lt;em&gt;forget all about it&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Kimball rushed in  and looked extremely panicked while Sonia had a meltdown and wished her  mom was there to help her through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why, why, why did she have to go already??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;However - a taxi ride and few hours later, Sonia gaily sauntered out of the hospital with a bouncing baby boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tate Knowles, "the cheerful". He was &lt;em&gt;good &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;excitable &lt;/em&gt;at birth. And Kimball could hardly keep up with Sonia, she was so excited to get home with her new son!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;But  as Tate fussed a bit when they walked in the door, panic set back in  for poor Sonia. How could she mother without her own mother???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Ayesha  saw her distraught look and took the new babe while Kimball took his  wife into his arms and held her for a long time while she sobbed quietly  into his shoulders. She clung to him as if she were a drowning woman  clinging to a drifting log.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Having  the gift of "good", however, Kimball was able to cheer his wife up  while Ayesha got to know her first grandbaby. Sonia was so thankful for  this wonderful family she'd married into!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;After Sonia fed Tate, Ayesha offered to tuck him into bed while Sonia got some much needed rest.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;And so the daily grind began. Feedings, changings, cuddlings - and exercisings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonia  found that post-partum weight-gain was catching up to her! She was  grateful for Ayesha's help with Tate so that she could work out on the  treadmill or in front of the TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Kimball  was a great help, too, of course. He loved his new son - loved it all,  changing diapers, feeding bottles, late night snuggles, everything. He  was a great daddy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;No  matter how carefully Sonia watched what she ate, that weight problem  kept up with her. She tried to be consistent with her exercise, but that  wasn't always possible with the family out and about Corrigan Bay  working on collecting or Lifetime Wishes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;It seems Sonia wasn't the only one battling a weight problem. Remember the beautiful and &lt;em&gt;slim&lt;/em&gt; Bella Bachelor??? Well - she'd obviously discovered Key Lime Pie. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/15.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Ayesha and Sonia  managed to squeeze out some time each evening before retiring to play  some chess. Ayesha was now a master at the game, but she'd let Sonia  win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Geoff,  meanwhile, finally got to visit that house across the street that he'd  wanted waaaaay back when he'd first moved into town. He found out that  the outside was deceiving. The inside was darker and dingier than the  shell suggested. He was rather glad that he'd built his own home and  that he and Ayesha had had the chance to decorate it as they went  instead of renovating an entire house.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Before they knew it, Tate matured into a toddler! He looked a lot like his daddy and granddaddy, that's for sure.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;But - - &lt;strong&gt;cuter&lt;/strong&gt;. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;And  - he liked to play in his toybox! Ayesha had been scared more than once  when Tate pulled this on her while she was babysitting. He'd play  Pirates, and Bathtub, and Caveman, and anything else he could come up  with in there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Sometimes, he'd play Peek-a-Boo, but he always closed the lid when Ayesha came into the room, the scoundrel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Awwww. But he was so framming cute in there, Ayesha could never get mad at him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;He was a pretty sociable little kid - which was good, as Sonia was expecting a second child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was secretly hoping for a girl this time, although she knew Kimball wished for another boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Ayesha garnered so many Lifetime Happiness Reward points that they were able to install a Food Replicator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,  this thing did not come with instructions, so it sat there unused for  quite awhile as they all tapped buttons and opened openings and tried to  figure the darn thing out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Right  after a swim and her usual game of chess with Ayesha one night, Sonia  went into labour for the second time. Kimball panicked - as if that's  what fathers should just &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt;, you know - and Sonia worked at the breathing thing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;This time, however, she refused to go to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want a home birth, frammit!" she screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimball couldn't refuse that, could he? *snork*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;And so, with hardly  more than a puff and a pant and some crazy sparkles not unlike the  birthday effects, little Liam Knowles was born into the household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liam means "a binding" or "an alliance" - which seemed suitable, as he was the spare-heir to the Knowles/Ursine legacy. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Liam got a crib in  his own room, which was Kimball's old room downstairs. "The last thing I  need," declared Sonia, "is one baby waking another!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Kimball &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to agree, didn't he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Once again, the post-pregnancy weight battle was on for Sonia, poor dear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Ayesha had taken up painting. Her style was --- interesting.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Liam  was yet another apple in his Daddy's eyes, that's for sure. Kimball  spent as much time with his sons as he could, considering he was putting  in so much time collecting gems and fishing for great fish all around  town.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Geoff  had made his goal of 20 friends, so he was feeling just peachy-keen, to  be sure. He loved working around the house, making things impervious to  dirt or break-downs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/32.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Sonia,  still with a few extra baby pounds, had her birthday. She almost cried  looking at her great in-laws and loving husband. Her grief over her  mom's passing was lessening, but she still wished she could have seen  her two grandsons and how Sonia had grown and matured as a mother and  wife.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/33.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;As she wished for a fat-free future, Geoff moved in around her to get a good shot for a photo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/34.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Ayesha  wished her daughter-in-law could get the hang of that fat-free life, as  well, but it was still an exciting time as Sonia aged into adulthood.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/35.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Ayesha heard Tate crying upstairs, so she offered to go get him while everyone else dug into the cake.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/36.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Well - and isn't &lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;a funny picture???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/37.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;"Honey, do you think this dress makes me look fat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmphphmmmph."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/38.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;With  Tate settled, the four adults enjoyed cake and talked about their  future. The money was flowing in, they were learning the best ways to  cut the gems to get the best value from them, and they were starting to  gain profits from some business partnerships in town. Things were  definitely looking good!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;And you know what?  Kimball didn't care if his wife carried some extra pounds or not. He  always thought she was the sweetest, loveliest person he'd ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely a good catch, that boy. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/40.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;"I love you,  sweetheart. Thank you so much for our wonderful sons. And thanks for  putting up with Dad fixing stuff in his PJ's, and Mom painting in her  PJ's, and that gawd-awful stuffed blowfish in the dining room, and my  fishing passion, and..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, shut up, Kimball. Just kiss me again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/41.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Yes, things were going well for the Knowles Clan. Kimball was becoming pretty good at bringing in the cash with his findings.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/42.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/42.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;He couldn't believe how many rubies and sapphires and diamonds popped up out of the ground every day!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/43.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/43.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;He  ran all over town while his wife and parents looked after the kids. He  made it to the beach one day and found some gems and space rocks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/44.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/44.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Then  he unpacked his Simford 2000 Fishing Pole Extravaganza from his pocket  and tried for some trophy fish. After all, his LTW was to present the  perfect aquarium! He needed more perfect specimens!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/45.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/45.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;An angelfish! Perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really. &lt;em&gt;Perfect&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/46.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/46.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;And  the Tragic Clownfish. Now, wasn't that a great addition to his  collection? Tragic or not, at least he was colourful. &lt;i&gt;And &lt;/i&gt;perfect.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/47.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Sharks were.... a little scary. OK, a &lt;strong&gt;lot &lt;/strong&gt;scary. But hey, if they would fit into his fishbowls, he'd take them home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/48.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/48.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1475891214"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1475891215"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Later that week, Liam grew up. Funny how those kids just sit up and twinkle, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/49.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/49.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Wow. Looks like he got his mother's red hair, and his grampa's love of a lack of clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say that out loud???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/50.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Goodness,  that poor Sonia was really having an up-and-down battle with her  weight!&amp;nbsp; Geoff had never seen anything like it! Although Ayesha had  always been such a fitness freak that he hadn't had a reason to...  Still, it worried him that Sonia struggled so. He knew she got depressed  when she was overweight, and he wanted his grandsons to have a happy  mommy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/51.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Ayesha continued to paint. She seemed to be getting a bit of a "style". Maybe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/52.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/52.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;And Kimball continued to collect. Even in the scary graveyard. *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing he had the "brave" trait like his father and mother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/53.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/53.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Tate was toddling around one night when all of a sudden he looked around, hearing some kind of strange "twinkly" sound...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/54.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/54.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;He stood up, sparks flew...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/55.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;He giggled and turned 'round and 'round...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/56.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/56.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;And suddenly, he was a real, live boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his &lt;em&gt;underpants&lt;/em&gt;. Gosh, was &lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; embarrassed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/57.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/57.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;His grandma said a  gay "Happy Birthday, Tate, dear!" as he desperately pulled open the top  drawer of the hall dresser, hoping to find something suitable to cover  his undies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/58.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK08/58.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Meanwhile, upstairs in the nursery, someone was up to Tate's old tricks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964585648014796554-254961293248915980?l=thetangledwebby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/feeds/254961293248915980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/08/knowles-legacy-chapter-eight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/254961293248915980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/254961293248915980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/08/knowles-legacy-chapter-eight.html' title='Knowles Legacy, Chapter Eight'/><author><name>WebbyMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072592105552996411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TVF2vcRc3HI/AAAAAAAAE2w/GafwjT2Qvj4/s220/ttw-new-avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964585648014796554.post-1086727985530419787</id><published>2010-08-02T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T04:13:40.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sims 3 stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collection legacy'/><title type='text'>Knowles Legacy, Chapter Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Sonia  was fitting right in with the Knowles clan. She was an eager learner so  Ayesha started teaching her about fixing things and how their  collecting lifestyle worked. She was growing very attached to her  daughter-in-law.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-151.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-151.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Geoff  forgot that he needed to collect all the types of beetles yet in order  to get the point for "finishing all collection challenges" and got to  work on his LTW of having 20 friends.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-152.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Just a few days after Geoff's birthday, it was Ayesha's turn to stand behind the cake.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-153.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-153.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;She,  too, surveyed the room. The son who'd become a responsible adult, the  man she loved, the daughter she'd never had. Life was good.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-156.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-156.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;She wished for grandbabies and blew out the candles.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-157.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Then she giggled nervously as the sparkles started up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-158.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-158.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;But once it was over, she was happy. Aaah - just having the grey hair made her feel like grandbabies &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt; be on their way for sure!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;She  did, however, get rid of that horrid formal outfit and picked a dress  more suited to her wilder nature. And she hated being pure white - so a  little salt-n-pepper was in order.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-160.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Now,  all along the Knowles' had been buying partnerships in several stores.  The grocery store had been bought out and its name changed to "Knowles  Foods and Fish". Since both Ayesha and Geoff were getting ready to pass  on their hard work, they transferred all their partnership and ownership  deeds to Kimball. He went out and immediately finished purchasing the  Little Corsican Bistro, changing it to "Knowles Corsican Bistro".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-161.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;And  what was this? Well, a few nights later, they were robbed yet again!  This time, Geoff beat up the crook. He may be older, but he hasn't lost  any muscle mass yet!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-162.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-162.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Frightened and whipped, the crook ran into the house and waved her arms around, wondering what to do in her panic.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-163.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Then she screeched and covered her ears as the burglar alarm went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this one got away. The cop passed her on the walk. *chokes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-164.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-164.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Kimball and Sonia spent a &lt;em&gt;lot &lt;/em&gt;of time in their room - they were glad they didn't share a wall with Geoff and Ayesha's room!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;One morning, Sonia woke up feeling different. She felt special, and sweet, and motherly, and delirious, and...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-166.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-166.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;...SICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooh, you just can't say enough horrid things about throwing up into a toilet, can you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-168.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-168.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;And as these things go, one day, she found her belly growing. She was so happy that she'd be blessing her in-laws with an heir!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-171.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-171.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;But she was also  wanting to tell her own mother! So she took a cab down to her childhood  home by the beach and waddled up the front porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Mom!" she called as she entered the front door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-172.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-172.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Claire Ursine was completely thrilled when she found out the good news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, my dear, I'll make us a nice lunch to celebrate!" she chuffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire &lt;em&gt;loved &lt;/em&gt;making nice lunches. It's probably why Sonia has always struggled with her weight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-173.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-173.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Sonia giggled  quietly as Claire busied herself in the kitchen, humming happily the  whole time and calling out possible baby names to Sonia every once in  awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-174.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-174.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;And it &lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;a nice luncheon - waffles with real butter and scads of sweet syrup. Exactly what Sonia had been craving!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-176.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-176.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Claire insisted on  cleaning up and having Sonia rest in the living room. When she joined  her, she couldn't stop talking about the baby - how she looked forward  to feeding him, and changing him, and cuddling him, and spoiling him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonia laughed. "Mom, you don't even know if it will be a boy or not, but you keep saying 'him'!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-177.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-177.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;"Oh, you just stand up, young lady," Claire scolded aimiably. Sonia did so, and Claire felt her tummy. "Now, &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; is a boy, my dear. If that's not a boy, my name is Mud!" she chirped gaily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonia chuckled. "OK, Mom, if you say so."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-178.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-178.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;But then a strange gold, sparkly atmosphere surrounded Claire. Sonia gasped in horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom! What is that! Mom! &lt;strong&gt;Mom!&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-179.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-179.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;But her mom didn't answer. She was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonia covered her mouth and screamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-180.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-180.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Her  mother hung close for a minute while Sonia cried her heart out in  great, groaning sobs. It seemed like a bad dream. But it wasn't a bad  dream - The Grim Reaper appeared to confirm this was reality.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-182.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-182.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;"Please!" Sonia begged Grim through her tears. "Please! &lt;em&gt;Please &lt;/em&gt;don't let it be now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ignored her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-183.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-183.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;It  seemed that even Claire wanted a chance to stay to see her grandson  born. She fell to her knees and Sonia heard her mother's desperate pleas  mix with her own wailing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-184.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-184.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;But it was not to be. Death was a Grim Reaper indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonia took a long time to regain some semblance of awareness. Her grief struck her to the core.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-185.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-185.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Finally, however,  she called a cab and went home to the Knowles' house, looking for one  last time on the childhood house she may never enter again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-189.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Ayesha took one look at Sonia and instantly panicked. She looked pale - deathly pale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My dear, what's wrong?" she asked worriedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-186.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Sonia threw herself into Ayesha's arms  while sobs wracked her body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom died!" she managed to get out between gasping cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh lord," Ayesha whispered, instantly clinging tighter to her precious daughter-in-law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-187.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-187.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;After some time, when Sonia's crying had lessened just a bit, Ayesha held her by the shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at me, Sonia," she ordered gently. Sonia did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I  cannot replace your mother. I wouldn't even try. But I am here for you,  darling, and I promise to help you in whatever way I can."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-188.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-188.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;"Thank you," Sonia said quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now,  love, I know this is hard, but dry your eyes. This little one needs a  healthy mommy, and you have to eat, dear. Let me get you some hot soup  and a cup of tea, OK?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, thanks," Sonia said, wiping her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-191.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-191.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;News had spread fast through town, and as Ayesha went to the kitchen to make Sonia lunch, Kimball rushed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my gosh, honey, I just heard! Sweetheart, I'm so sorry I wasn't there! Or here! Oh my dear, I'm so sorry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK07/Screenshot-192.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1545612076"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Sonia smiled weakly. "It's all right, Kimball, you're mom was here. She's so sweet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How's the baby?" Kimball fussed.&amp;nbsp; That managed to get a very small chuckle out of Sonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think he's fine," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a "he". She just knew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964585648014796554-1086727985530419787?l=thetangledwebby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/feeds/1086727985530419787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/08/knowles-legacy-chapter-seven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/1086727985530419787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/1086727985530419787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/08/knowles-legacy-chapter-seven.html' title='Knowles Legacy, Chapter Seven'/><author><name>WebbyMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072592105552996411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TVF2vcRc3HI/AAAAAAAAE2w/GafwjT2Qvj4/s220/ttw-new-avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964585648014796554.post-7606881175972192148</id><published>2010-08-02T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T03:51:41.069-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sims 3 stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collection legacy'/><title type='text'>Knowles Legacy, Chapter Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;The day finally arrived for Kimball's birthday. It had been a loooong four days.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;His parents cheered. They were proud of their son.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;A  wish and a blow, and Kimball was an adult! He got the last trait of  "Angler", because his lifetime wish is to present the perfect acquarium.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-119.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Still looking like his father, but with his mother's haircolor. And just as serious-looking as Geoff, too!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-120.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-120.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;"Well, I guess that's it for the books for me," he enthused over cake. "No more school, how awesome is that!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just remember what you need to do now, son," Geoff reminded him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Geoff had been talking about collecting things, but Kimball had something else to do FIRST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called Sonia up as soon as he could!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-122.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;"Oh heavens!" Sonia  exclaimed after this Great Kisser greeted her with a big ol'  smoocheroo. "I've been waiting four freaking days for that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me too!" Kimball laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;However, it wasn't until the next night that Kimball pulled the surprise out of the hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'd been chatting happily on the porch when without warning, Kimball dropped to his knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kimball Knowles, what the fram are you doing?" Sonia asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-124.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Then all words stopped and her mouth dropped open as he held up a box.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Kimball opened the box and smiled as her mouth opened further and she gasped in delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fram, he loved this woman. He always had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Kimball cleared his throat. "You know, we have a tradition in the Knowles family. Well, I'm the second to do it, so &lt;b&gt;now&lt;/b&gt;  it's tradition." He grinned. "I found this diamond up by the old mine,  and I had it cut and set into this ring for you - just like my dad did  for my mom."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-127.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Tears welled up in Sonia's eyes. "You &lt;i&gt;will &lt;/i&gt;be my wife, won't you Sonia?" Kimball asked as he slipped the ring on her finger.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-128.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-128.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Sonia screeched. "Are you &lt;b&gt;kidding&lt;/b&gt;?" she yelled. "I thought you were going to ask me &lt;i&gt;last &lt;/i&gt;night! You horrid beast for making me wait another entire day!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Kimball laughed heartily as Sonia flung herself into his arms. "Serves you right for growing up four days before me," he teased.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;So  the cars were moved over in anticipation of possibly having to expand  the house. At it turned out, however, there was plenty of room above the  living room to build another "master" bedroom for Sonia and Kimball -  and it was also close to the upstairs nursery.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-131.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Despite  the parents on both sides wanting a wedding at the park, Kimball and  Sonia just wanted a private little ceremony. Late one night, they got  married on the front walk to the Kimball residence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-132.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;They professed their love, exchanged rings, and kissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which led to more kissing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which lead to even more kissing. After all, Kimball's a great kisser!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-134.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;And that lead to their new master bedroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you all know what comes next, no need to bore you with further pictures. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-136.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-136.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Well, maybe one picture - because this woman really, really, &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;needs some fashion help!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-137.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-137.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;However,  Kimball had never been concerned with her fashion sense or her weight  or anything else. He just snuggled up to her happily and they drifted  off to sleep.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-138.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;The newlyweds took a  bit of a honeymoon - as in, Kimball didn't really get out to collect a  whole lot, or even fish too much. Sonia spent some time learning basic  cooking skills, getting to know her new in-laws better, and loving on  Kimball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, it was Geoff's birthday, and they all assembled in the kitchen for the party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-140.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Geoff looked at his son and his new daughter-in-law and knew his legacy was in good hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if they'd only have a kid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-141.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;And he looked at  his amazing wife, who'd put up with his late-night galavanting for gems,  fish, and ghosts. What would he do without Ayesha!? What a blessed day  that was when he'd met her in the park!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-142.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;He wasn't sure what to wish for. He ended up wishing that this whole aging thing wouldn't hurt.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-143.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;The sparkles were freaky, because they prickled. But it wasn't exactly &lt;i&gt;hurting&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Shocked at first, he stared at his old-looking skin.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-145.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-145.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;But then he threw up his hands and laughed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Retirement, here I come!" he chuckled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-146.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-146.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;His formal wear was great, but his everyday wear was a disaster, so he headed on into the shops to change his look. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he had to get glasses. What can you say? Getting old sucks sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK06/Screenshot-147.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Anyway, they finished the night in style, gobbled down the cake, and teased Kimball and Sonia about giving them grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geoff hoped the grandkids would come soon - but he had the feeling there were a few more things they'd have to go through first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964585648014796554-7606881175972192148?l=thetangledwebby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/feeds/7606881175972192148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/08/knowles-legacy-chapter-six.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/7606881175972192148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/7606881175972192148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/08/knowles-legacy-chapter-six.html' title='Knowles Legacy, Chapter Six'/><author><name>WebbyMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072592105552996411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TVF2vcRc3HI/AAAAAAAAE2w/GafwjT2Qvj4/s220/ttw-new-avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964585648014796554.post-5703254090540461825</id><published>2010-08-02T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T03:51:15.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sims 3 stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collection legacy'/><title type='text'>Knowles Legacy, Chapter Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-79.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-79.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Ayesha  was making more time for logic, including playing at the park in a  tournament. She didn't win, but it was a good experience for her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-80.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-80.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Kimball also like the park. Of course, he loves the outdoors anyway - but he &lt;i&gt;especially&lt;/i&gt; liked visiting the park with Sonia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-81.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-81.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Sonia loved the park with Kimball, so the feeling was mutual.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-82.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-82.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Now dig this -  although Kimball had been blessed with the Great Kisser trait, he'd  never yet kissed a girl! (For which his father and mother had been  eternally grateful, what with all those girls he'd been getting to  know!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight - well, tonight Sonia looked irresistable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-83.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-83.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;She giggled and looked at him out the corner of her eyes as he leaned closer...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-84.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-84.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;But  she'd always wanted to be kissed by a Great Kisser - actually, by this  particular Great Kisser - so she accepted his advances and they shared  their first kiss on the same spot where Kimball's parents had been  married.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-85.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;The Great Kisser thing really &lt;i&gt;was &lt;/i&gt;great - and Sonia went back for more!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-86.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-86.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Kimball asked her to go steady and Sonia breathlessly agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimball went home thrilled to the core! He had a girlfriend! A &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; girlfriend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-89.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-89.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Geoff  had made a habit of staying out late collecting or fishing. So late,  that sometimes he'd nap on the benches in the cemetary. He didn't even  seem to notice when the ghosts played with his bench and made it float!  Brave soul that he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-87.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-87.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Ayesha  was a little ticked that he stayed out so late. He'd describe the  ghosts to her, like the orange one that stank to high heaven.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-88.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-88.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;And the old guy who actually drove a car around town!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-90.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-90.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;However, Geoff &lt;i&gt;was &lt;/i&gt;home the night the cop car showed up in front of their house. And no - there was no burglar alarm going off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-91.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-91.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Kimball  had stayed out too late with Sonia. Geoff scolded Kimball soundly.  Actually "scold" might be too mild a word! Kimball was &lt;b&gt;not &lt;/b&gt;impressed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-92.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-92.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Luckily  for Kimball, Geoff continued visiting with ghosts, and so wasn't around  for Kimball's other late-night entrances when he snuck in the back  gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-97.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-97.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;What really started worrying Ayesha was that Geoff claimed to &lt;i&gt;talk&lt;/i&gt; to the things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-93.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-93.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;And  it didn't help her to be convinced of his sanity when he insisted on  visiting the catacombs. He saw "awful, horrible things a person should  never see" - or something to that effect. It left him quite scarred. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-96.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-96.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Evenutally, Geoff drifted from the cemetary and back into gem hunting, which consoled Ayesha greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For  those that don't have one yet, this is what the Collection Helper does  when you're close to the ground - the thing you're looking for shines!  Particularly effective when they are gems near the old mine. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;In order to attempt  to stick to the new LandLubbers' rules, the Knowles' bought a pretty  desk and began displaying one of each type of gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really sucked that Geoff &lt;b&gt;finally&lt;/b&gt; found the extremely rare Pink Diamond and had to get it cut and then keep it! It was worth §7,025!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-95.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-95.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Geoff  and Kimball managed to mend their relationship a bit, which was aided  by Geoff helping his son with his homework even when he was almost too  tired to think himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-94.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-94.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Ayesha  and Sonia met in the park for a little tutoring session, being as  Ayesha had improved her logic skills so much. Ayesha really liked her  son's girlfriend and secretly hoped she'd become part of the family one  day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Once  in awhile, someone would head down to the library. Geoff ran across  Kaylynn Langaraak there. She's quite pretty, no? Geoff was friends with  her dad, Dustin.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;One  day Kimball went to the park. While there, he ran into the Ursines -  and Sonia was an adult! She was still called his "girlfriend" in his  panel, but he couldn't do any romantic schmoozing with her. He was  heartbroken, because she was looking &lt;i&gt;hot&lt;/i&gt; in that dress!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;So they chatted amiably while he counted the days to his birthday in his head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Four.&lt;/i&gt; Four freaking lousy lonely days! Aaargh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;The  money kept coming in. Ayesha now had her own Collection Helper. That  got her pretty excited and she was out running around town, which left  Geoff with some time off to continue with his dream of making 20  friends.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Agnes  Crumplebottom was no longer a spring chick. She looked at Geoff  wistfully, as if she regretted letting him get away on her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-106.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Geoff wandered over to the theatre to watch Arlo Ramsey play his guitar. And then, shocker of all shockers - - Corrigan Bay has &lt;i&gt;dwarfs!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Yes, out of nowhere, this little short person appeared, looking slightly glitched.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-108.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;She  made her way through the crowd, and all Geoff could do was stare  unpolitely. He could hardly be blamed - dwarfs had not been seen in all  Simland ever before!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;It  looked to Geoff as if she were asking the tall man to move so she could  get some sunlight, but surely they were just talking about the weather!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Yes, sure enough, it was just about the weather. Geoff shook his head, trying to get a grip.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Then  he looked over and there was Bella Bachelor! She'd grown up since he'd  last seen her when he'd harvested the flower from the Death Plant at the  cemetary!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;And when she smiled - whoa! It was the only time he'd even briefly entertained the thought of cheating on his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a good day. Too many weird things happening! He went home and straight to bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-113.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;He kept up his  visits with Cornelia Goth. Never any real attraction there, but he did  like her company. She talked about the funniest things sometimes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK05/Screenshot-114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;And - she had  ghosts in the house, so it was a way for Geoff to get a ghost fix  without Ayesha freaking on him about cemetaries and such. ;) Because he  was Brave, he always had a good chuckle when he saw a ghost!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964585648014796554-5703254090540461825?l=thetangledwebby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/feeds/5703254090540461825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/08/knowles-legacy-chapter-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/5703254090540461825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/5703254090540461825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/08/knowles-legacy-chapter-five.html' title='Knowles Legacy, Chapter Five'/><author><name>WebbyMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072592105552996411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TVF2vcRc3HI/AAAAAAAAE2w/GafwjT2Qvj4/s220/ttw-new-avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964585648014796554.post-5381374619853091651</id><published>2010-08-01T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T03:50:45.724-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sims 3 stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collection legacy'/><title type='text'>Knowles Legacy, Chapter Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Soon  it was time for little Kimball's birthday. He'd done really well in  school and made his parent's so proud, that he got another trait. "Good  Kisser". *snicker*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Geoff  was out fishing or hunting up gems, and he didn't make it home in time  for Kimball's transformation. I hope Kimball will forgive him for that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Here  he is, all grown up and looking very much like his father. Even dresses  like him - which changed pretty fast, mind you. They already looked too  much alike!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Geoff  found two more gnomes to go with the one they already owned.  Unfortunately, this was all they did together - stand there. They ended  up being sold for cash.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Kimball's  birthday had been on a Friday night, so he'd had a couple of days to  get used to being a teen before he headed off to school Monday morning.  He even got his collecting feet wet that weekend!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Skipping some days here, this was a sunrise shot of the Knowles' home as it looked at this point.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Ayesha  had the Brave trait, of course, and that meant she didn't mind ghosts  sneaking around her while she was fishing, although she wondered what  this fellow was up to for a minute.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;It  appeared, however that he was just sneaking up on another unsuspecting  ghost. Neither of them were happy about the dead Death Plant near the  entrance to the graveyard.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Ayesha just kept fishing while the old white guy scared the young blue girl. "Tch, silly ghosts," she chuckled.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;But  then she shouted with glee, and both ghosts looked on as she pulled her  first Deathfish out of the waters of the cemetery pond!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Geoff  and Ayesha were still madly in love. They really made a good team in  this life, and their home was changing around them almost daily. Geoff  was sending so many gems away to be cut that he was allowed more and  more types of cuts to use. Now it was a case of figuring out which cuts  would be best for which gems to get the most money for them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Meanwhile, Kimball was feeling his oats. He visited friends' houses after school - mostly &lt;i&gt;girl&lt;/i&gt; friends, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought he might like this one, but he found out she chatted a &lt;b&gt;lot&lt;/b&gt; and he quickly forgot her name while his mind went numb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;"Uh, I gotta go, I  don't want the cops to get me past my curfew," he lied. It was sunset.  Waaay too early for curfew fears. But she bought it and just nodded and  smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was glad he escaped that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Geoff went up to the Goth household and found out that Gunther had passed on as Cornelia was there alone with her son, Mortimer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bit of a shocker, but then, he'd never been as close to Gunther as he had been to Cornelia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;They had a good  chat together, catching up on old times. Cornelia even cooked dinner for  everyone. She'd lost a bit of her extremism in her old age, but she was  still a good friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Geoff  did notice over the days that his son was quite the lady-hunter. He  wasn't sure that was good or not. Especially when the woman was older,  like Sandi French!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Ayesha  continued her regular work-outs and also began improving her handiness  skills, all between scurrying around town looking for insects and fish!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Finally,  they had enough money to buy two cars. Geoff loved his brightly-colour  Vorn, and Ayesha chose a red SUV to jaunt around in.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Seems  increased wealth brought out the bad side of Corrigan Bay, however. One  night they were rudely awakened by their burglar alarm! The policewoman  managed to nab the thief.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;But as she chatted it up with Geoff, Ayesha decided the thief needed more than handcuffs. They needed a good pounding!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;It was quite the cat fight! But Ayesha worked out regularly, and that burglar could tell!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;The policewoman cheered Ayesha's win and Geoff hardly noticed. He wondered when the fram that stupid alarm would shut off!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;The cop finally cuffed the perpetrator and hauled her away.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-32.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Having worked up an appetite, Geoff and Ayesha sat down to a midnight meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good job, hon," Geoff said between bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks, dear," Ayesha replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Married couples. Soooo good with dinner conversations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-33.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Ayesha  was becoming quite the fisherwoman now. She often snuck out early to  catch the big ones in all her favourite fishing holes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-37.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Kimball kept bringing girls home, including Becky Ramsey (he'd caught her name again at school when the teacher called on her.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-38.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;And  this was another of his classmates whom he was showing some interest  in, Carina Alto. Ayesha worried that he liked her only for her money.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Random shot of Ayesha coming home from a long day of fishing in her swanky red SUV.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-51.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;When  the time came to improve the house once again, Geoff and Ayesha decided  to add a pool. Kimball was pretty excited about that!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-52.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-52.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;They  also fenced around the entire yard and added a nice little gate out  back (hidden by a bush so it wasn't obvious in the yard). This gave them  quick access to the park behind their house where there were often good  insects to collect as well as wild trees to harvest.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-53.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-53.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Geoff was doing so  well at the gem thing that Ayesha often found time to improve some other  skills, like logic. Which was good, as her life's dream was to reach  the top of the logic and athletic skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while using  the telescope, she spotted a meteor landing. Running downtown to find  it, she found it was a HUGE meteorite! She was thrilled - &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; it brought in a lot of cash!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-54.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-54.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Now  this young lady is Sonia Ursine, another classmate of Kimball's.  Kimball thought she had the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-55.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;They'd often ride the bus home together and he and Sonia would work on school projects or hang out with each other.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-57.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-57.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Ayesha  could see that Kimball might indeed be serious about Sonia - but being  religiously athletic, she decided to give Sonia a bit of training. If  there was one thing Ayesha was not going to stand for, it was a tubby  wife for her son.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-58.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK04/Screenshot-58.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;The results were great! The fashion, not so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Sonia was now quite enthusiastic herself about exercise, and she loved hanging with the Knowles's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geoff watched his son and Sonia and wondered if this might not be the right one for Kimball. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Finally&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964585648014796554-5381374619853091651?l=thetangledwebby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/feeds/5381374619853091651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/08/knowles-legacy-chapter-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/5381374619853091651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/5381374619853091651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/08/knowles-legacy-chapter-four.html' title='Knowles Legacy, Chapter Four'/><author><name>WebbyMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072592105552996411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TVF2vcRc3HI/AAAAAAAAE2w/GafwjT2Qvj4/s220/ttw-new-avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964585648014796554.post-3588795631921965010</id><published>2010-08-01T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T03:50:25.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sims 3 stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collection legacy'/><title type='text'>Knowles Legacy, Chapter Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-167.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-167.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Married  life was good to Geoff and Ayesha. They made a great team. Ayesha  started out being a whiz at collecting seeds and insects, which brought  in quick cash. Geoff tended to go for gems, but he also found a nice  little fishing spot where he enjoyed spending quiet evenings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-192.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;He found an abandoned mine waaay up in the back hills where he regularly found gems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-194.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;And he found his wife was already pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They headed to the library together to read up on this new venture in their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-196.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-196.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;And  before they knew it, the day arrived when the huffing and the puffing  and the groaning and the screaming and the "What the fram did you do to  me????" happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-197.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-197.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Geoff  had arrived home from his day of collecting just in time to find his  wife in labour. It was a little shocking - he'd never heard his wife  swear like that before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-198.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-198.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;"What do we do?" Geoff asked, completely forgetting everything he'd read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just get me to that stork place!!!" Ayesha screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geoff deduced that she meant the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-199.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-199.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;So he got her dressed between huffing and puffing along with her, and called for a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep breathing, honey," he coached as he urged the cabbie to go faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the frinklendorf do you think I'm DOING?!?" Ayesha complained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Geoff  decided to shut up after that and just hold her hand. They made it to  the hospital and Ayesha was escorted inside by efficient nurses while  Geoff waited outside, pacing and trying to coach himself to breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Finally, Ayesha emerged from the front doors, holding a bundle in her hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-202.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;It  was a boy! They named him Kimball, which means "royally good", which  seemed to fit being as he would be the heir to their collecting fortune  (when they made a fortune). He was given the traits of "Good" and  "Brave", as both of his parent's were brave and his name meant "good".  ;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;As  they went home, Geoff thought about what a baby would mean in their  lives now. They really hadn't had a lot of time to work uninhibited by  "other obligations", so money was still tighter than he'd wanted it to  be at this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-204.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;However,  by the time they arrived home, excitement had replaced trepidation, and  Geoff cuddled his son happily while he and Ayesha worked out how to  continue collecting together with little Kimball around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-205.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;So the days passed in their little two-room cabin while the rocks, gems, seeds, and insects were brought in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-206.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-206.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Geoff and Ayesha  took shifts with Kimball so they could each get out of the house. Ayesha  was particularly happy to get out jogging (being the Athletic type) and  looking for things in her path as she did so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-207.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-207.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-244.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;She was getting very good at catching butterflies that brought in quite a bit of money from the Science Center!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-208.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;They  soon had enough money to put up the rest of the walls on their big  house and even to add a few windows and a door on the front side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Kimball had a  birthday and turned out to be quite the cute toddler, as toddlers go. He  gained the trait "Loves the Outdoors" because he aged well - which  Geoff knew would come in handy as his son grew to continue their  Corrigan Bay legacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-211.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;And  with the hiring of a nanny - well worth the price to get both Mommy and  Daddy out collecting - they soon garnered enough cash to move into the  bottom floor of their new home! The old home was taken down - some of  the doors and windows and fixtures were used temporarily in the new home  to save on costs - and the family settled into the big house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-212.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Kimball  often entertained himself by chewing on his Daddy Doll's head while  playing in his room. Geoff was a bit disturbed by that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-214.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-214.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Both  Geoff and Ayesha had quite taken to fishing by now, so they put a  little pond off the back of their house where they could practice and  bring in a few fish to sell down at the market, as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-215.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-215.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Geoff  happened to be downtown on his own at the bookstore when his birthday  hit. But at least the folks milling around joined him in his  celebrations as he moved into the Adult stage of his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-216.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-216.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Very serious, this Geoff Knowles. A man with a mission. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-217.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-217.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;It  was also soon going to be time for Kimball to grow up into childhood.  This was one of the last pictures they took of him as a toddler - Ayesha  wanted to always remember how innocent he looked sleeping in his little  shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-218.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-218.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;The  kitchen and house was being improved as they gained the cash to do so.  They now had a food processor and more counter space to work with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-224.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;They even had a dishwasher, although Geoff cursed it as it often broke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-219.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-219.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;The  living area was still wide open, although there were plans to add some  walls to break up the space later on. But it was cozy enough, and Geoff  liked the wallpaper Ayesha had picked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-220.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-220.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-244.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;They  took the front room as their master bedroom for now until they could  get the upstairs floor finished. Kimball's room was in the back, facing  the pond, and there was one bathroom between the two rooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-221.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;The day of Kimball's birthday arrived! Geoff and Ayesha dressed up a bit and they had a family party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-227.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-227.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;As Ayesha placed Kimball on the floor, she looked into her toddler's eyes for the last time. *sniff* He was growing up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-229.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;And  grow up he did! Happy, but slightly embarrassed by the fact that they  snapped the picture of him while he was in his boxer jammies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-230.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Life  continued. Kimball did well in school and made his parent's proud. They  were a happy family - so happy, that Geoff finally garnered the coveted  Collection Helper! Small enough that it fit into a pocket, but highly  powerful. Now Geoff and Ayesha could pinpoint &lt;i&gt;exactly&lt;/i&gt; where things were in town with no running around guessing! Well - the cash just tumbled in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-236.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;They  kept upgrading their home. Now they could afford fencing for the  wrap-around deck and they finished off the windows and the top floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-237.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;The added stairs off of both back deck areas and a door from the kitchen side for quick access to the pond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-242.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-242.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Geoff  was so excited by the Collection Helper that he'd work long into the  evening collecting gems and space rocks. But with the beautiful vista of  Corrigan Bay to enjoy, who would mind working late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK03/Screenshot-244.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;And it was always a  happy site to see a meteor shower! That meant more space rocks to find  and analyze and more chances of getting valuable income!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964585648014796554-3588795631921965010?l=thetangledwebby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/feeds/3588795631921965010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/08/knowles-legacy-chapter-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/3588795631921965010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/3588795631921965010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/08/knowles-legacy-chapter-three.html' title='Knowles Legacy, Chapter Three'/><author><name>WebbyMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072592105552996411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TVF2vcRc3HI/AAAAAAAAE2w/GafwjT2Qvj4/s220/ttw-new-avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964585648014796554.post-7323867314322064228</id><published>2010-08-01T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T14:02:50.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sims 3 stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collection legacy'/><title type='text'>Knowles Legacy, Chapter Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-146.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-146.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Geoff  was managing to bring in some cash each day so far, so things were  going fairly well. He collected anything he could find as he ran through  town. Bugs brought in some cash with the Science Center, fruits and  vegetables he found helped sustain him when he was out and about, and he  was finding more gems and rocks each day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-147.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;His  wanderings that first Friday took him far and wide. Seeds were  plentiful, and even though he wasn't into planting them, they each  brought him a few bucks when he sold them, so they were easy money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Following the seed trail, he ran up a hill to an area the had a brick fence and a fancy gate. Where was he now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Apparently, he was  at the Corrigan Bay Cemetary! Geoff contemplated the ominous statue of  The Grim Reaper, took in the fact that there was a pond to fish in here  and a spooky-looking mausoleum, and wondered if he'd make his Lifetime  Wish of getting 20 friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random fellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Shrugging,  he decided a little fishing might be a good diversion from collecting  for a bit. But then another diversion walked into the cemetary - a  pretty blonde!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-151.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-151.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Being  as Geoff had just been thinking of that Lifetime Wish, he wandered over  and introduced himself. "Agnes Crumplebottom", she replied in a low,  sultry voice to his question about her name. For some reason, Geoff felt  bashful when she smiled at him. Not his usual bold self today. Must be  the surroundings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-152.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;They  talked for quite a while. Geoff found out that Agness was a bookworm, a  bit of a loner, and a hopeless romantic - not to mention rich.  Something in those haunted eyes drew him. He asked if she were single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-154.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Her  eyes widened and she paused before she answered, "Yes". But what  happened next was interesting - she started coming on strong! She  flirted and alluded to kissing and all kinds of things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-155.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;She leaned in close and said in that low, sexy voice of hers, "I have a TV, you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now  Geoff, being without a TV at the moment and being the typical  red-blooded pixel that he was, fairly well swooned at that point!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-157.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;But just as  suddenly as she'd come in, she left. Geoff shook his head as if coming  out from a trance, and looked around. Wow! There was treasure to be had  at the cemetary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-158.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-158.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;The open hole next to the gem he'd found was a bit unsettling, however. Good thing that Brave gene kicked in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;However,  it kicked in so hard, Geoff decided a trip down to the catacombs would  be a good detour - maybe there were riches untold down there that no one  had found yet, after all. He really should investigate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-160.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Unluckily for him, all he found was a bear. A big, bad, ugly, &lt;b&gt;mean&lt;/b&gt; bear. Who mauled him. Big-time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-161.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;"Mebbe  next time I should take a gun before I go down there," Geoff thought,  eating an apple for some quick body-boosting sustenence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-163.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Feeling  refreshed by that apple, Geoff continued to explore the cemetary. He  found an interesting plant with an interesting flower, and was watched  by an interesting young girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-164.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-164.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Then  he followed a seed trail up the nearby hill. He'd almost had it for the  day, but that house at the top looked ominously interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;He  scrambled his way up and found yet another fence and gate. He caught a  glimpse of a woman across the other side of the yard. Curiosity - which  killed the cat but had a tight grip on Geoff - drove him to run over and  introduce himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-166.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-166.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Her  name was Cornelia Goth, and he found out she was the wife of the man  he'd met the other night. Equally as creepy as her husband, and equally  as mysterious as Agnes Crumplebottom. But Geoff only talked with her for  a few minutes before flagging a cab to take him home to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-168.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-168.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;The next night, he had Ayesha over and chatted some more. He'd just found out that she had a job in the &lt;i&gt;Criminal Career&lt;/i&gt;  of all things, when she turned to leave, giving The Controller the most  hilarious upwards smirk as if to say, "Ha! Bet you didn't know &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt;, did you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &lt;i&gt;hadn't&lt;/i&gt; known that. And she was quite surprised, to say the least!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-169.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-169.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;The weekend came  and Geoff sold all his goods and started building his house! He got as  far as the foundation and a few walls up before he ran out of cash.  Although he kept about §500 for expenses during the week, which was more  than enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-170.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-170.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Undaunted  by Ayesha's admission to being entrenched in a criminal lifestyle,  Geoff called her over again. After all, sparks were flying big-time  between the two of them, and he needed a partner-in-crime! Uh,  so-to-speak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-171.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-171.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;He told her of his life, his collecting, the house he was building. She loved it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They  kissed for the first time that night (Geoff had learned his lesson the  first day he'd met her and had held off until he was &lt;b&gt;sure&lt;/b&gt; she'd be agreeable...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-172.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-172.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Then all flirting broke loose and Ayesha whispered her true feelings in his ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-173.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-173.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Geoff couldn't wait  any longer. "Now, I know this is fast, but darling, just listen for a  bit, I really think we should get married..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayesha gasped in surprise, but she looked happy, and sooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-175.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-175.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;...he went all out.  Got down on one knee, made a big deal out of pulling out the box with  the ring in it (which he'd secretly had made out of a diamond he'd found  in anticipation of this day), professing his love, the whole nine  yards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-176.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-176.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Well,  when Ayesha saw that ring, she just about fainted. It was the prettiest  darn thing she'd ever seen, and the fact that it had been made out of a  hand-picked diamond just thrilled her to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-177.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-177.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;He  slipped it on her finger, pleased with her reaction. She looked like  she couldn't believe it was all happening, and he just knelt there and  stared at her happily for a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-178.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-178.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Until she pulled him up in typical Ayesha style and gave him an exuberant hug! She was a handful - but such a great handful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held her for a long time, basking in the fact that she said she'd be his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-179.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-179.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;The next day, they invited the few friends they had to meet them in the park and told them to dress formally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cornelia Goth had an interesting twist on "formal wear".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-180.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-180.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Chris Steel showed up, too, and they surprised everyone by getting married right there that day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-181.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-181.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;So typical of  Ayesha, she wore a simple top and denim skirt. Geoff loved that about  her - she was her own person, she didn't care about conventions. She'd  need that quality to live with him and his crazy lifestyle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-182.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-182.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;"Ayesha, I love  you. And if you promise to leave your criminal past, I promise to make  you the richest woman in Corrigan Bay. Richer than the Altos or the  Landgraabs or Agnes Crumplebottom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I do!" Ayesha breathed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-183.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-183.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Geoff excitedly slipped the wedding band onto her finger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-184.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-184.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;As Ayesha spoke to Geoff, Cornelia's husband ran in late and blocked the camera guy. Grrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-185.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-185.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;A  wedding in the park attracts everyone who is in the area, so they ended  up with quite a crowd attending as they kissed each other to seal the  deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-186.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Agnes  Crumplebottom made it, although she looked a little sad about the turn  of events. Nick Alto was there, crying his eyes out like a baby. Geoff  wasn't sure if it was because he liked weddings or if it was because  he'd sworn to become richer than him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Chris Steel was very happy for his neighbour and friend. Even he shed a few tears of joy for Geoff and Ayesha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-188.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-188.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;They  hung out in the park until evening and then cuddled on the bench  overlooking the pond where Chris had told them there were some good fish  to be had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-189.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;They  made plans for their new life together, smooching and cooing until they  couldn't stand it anymore and grabbed a cab for home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-190.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-190.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;"I  promise we won't be in this cabin much longer," Geoff told his new  wife. But the look in her eyes told him she didn't care where they were  right now, as long as there was a bed available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-191.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-191.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;It was a night of love, a night of passion, a night of... oh, never mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-193.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK02/Screenshot-193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Suffice it to say, their new life together started out &lt;b&gt;very&lt;/b&gt; well. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964585648014796554-7323867314322064228?l=thetangledwebby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/feeds/7323867314322064228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/08/knowles-legacy-chapter-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/7323867314322064228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/7323867314322064228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/08/knowles-legacy-chapter-two.html' title='Knowles Legacy, Chapter Two'/><author><name>WebbyMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072592105552996411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TVF2vcRc3HI/AAAAAAAAE2w/GafwjT2Qvj4/s220/ttw-new-avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964585648014796554.post-4587300167818773916</id><published>2010-08-01T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T13:00:42.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sims 3 stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collection legacy'/><title type='text'>Knowles Legacy, Chapter One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="desc"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-98.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-98.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;This is the Founder - Geoff  Knowles - slightly camera shy. A young adult with a mission: collecting  stuff from around Corrigan Bay for a living. His traits are Brave,  Charismatic, Party Animal, Neat, and Good Sense of Humour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-99.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-99.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Geoff has been plopped down in the middle of Corrigan Bay. He's not looking too pleased with his lot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;...Because the house he WANTED was the house across the street. But with no money to speak of, really...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;...this is what he gets. An empty lot that backs onto a pretty park just up the street from City Hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Geoff lives right next door to a guy named Chris Steel. So he jogs on over there to introduce himself to his new neighbour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Geoff  introduced himself to Chris and told him all about his plan to find  space rocks and other stuff in town. At least Chris didn't laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;In  fact, Chris told Geoff about some of the fishing holes he liked to  visit in Corrigan Bay. Geoff found out Chris was an angler and thought  he'd better remember to get some fishing tips from Chris soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Geoff's set-up wasn't much for now. He threw up a log room for the bathroom and arranged his furniture artfully around it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-106.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;But even at that, reading on the neighbour's back deck seemed more "homey" somehow. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;However, if Geoff  ever wanted to build a real house, there was no time for reading. He  consulted his maps and found out that one of the best places to gather  gemstones was behind the Athletic Center. He ran right on over and  scanned the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And scanned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And scanned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-108.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;He  made it to the top of the hill without finding a single rock of any  sort. While he was disappointed about that, at least the view was  spectacular from up here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;After a breather, Geoff ran down the other side of the hill and kept on searching. He began to wonder if the maps lied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;By 5:00pm, he'd ran  all the way to the army base. Since he hadn't found a thing yet, he  decided to go on the last tour of the day and get out of the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting - and he got some good gossip, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Evening was settling in by the time he left the base. No more running today. This time, he caught a cab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;As he arrived home,  he met an odd-looking man dressed all in black. Introduced himself as  "Goth". Mumbled a lot. Kinda gave Geoff the creeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-113.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;And he went on and  on and on about his favourite colour (as if Geoff couldn't have guessed)  while Geoff tried to be polite and hide the rumbling in his tummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Finally Mr. Goth drove away in his huge black limousine. Geoff quickly heated up a microwave meal and satisfied his hunger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Then he tucked himself in and stared at the beautiful stars as he drifted off to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-117.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Dawn  and the birds woke Geoff up early. But he was ready to try again with  his search around town, so he quickly ate and showered. Then he headed  toward the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;And  what do you know? Finally a rock! In fact, a small space rock. So there  was proof that treasures do exist in Corrigan Bay, after all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Geoff is fairly charismatic, so he had fun meeting a few people at the beach. This girl tweaked his interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-119.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Until he found out she was a Slob and she found out he was a Neatnik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  much for romantic possibilities there. Geoff went home thinking he  maybe ought to find a wife soon. He could use some help in this quest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Day 3 found Geoff  back near the beach. He discovered cool butterfly on a grassy spot. He  could donate that later to the Science organization in town!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-127.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Next, he found an un-cut ruby just lying around on the sidewalk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-128.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-128.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Day  3 hadn't been too exciting, nor did it yield much else by the way of  great finds, so Day 4 started out in the park behind his house - and  that yielded a &lt;b&gt;GREAT&lt;/b&gt; find!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Ayesha Ansari - exotic, beautiful, amazing eyes. Geoff was rather smitten at first contact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Although he wasn't quite sure what her grumbling about the computer was for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-131.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Being the Brave type, he came right out and asked her if she were single after only a few minutes of conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-132.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;She chuckled and admitted she was single - and looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geoff liked the sound of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-133.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-133.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;He suggested that they see a movie together sometime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-134.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;She seemed highly agreeable to that idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-135.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;She seemed so open to his flirtatious jokes and other comments and questions that Geoff got brave again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-137.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-137.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;He  waggled those big eyebrows of his and told her he'd found a great place  to view the stars from - partly thinking about the hill he'd hiked up,  and partly thinking about his bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;"How 'bout I show you sometime?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure," she said with a flip of her hair and a shrug of her shoulder and a sultry, sexy voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that would be where the brave part came in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-138.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Geoff leaned in to give her a kiss (of all the brash things to do!) but Ayesha backed off quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;"Oh, hey, um, maybe not..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-140.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;"Not that.. not... &lt;i&gt;yet&lt;/i&gt;," Ayesha stuttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Geoff felt pretty embarrassed, lemme tell ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-142.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;But as he jogged back home, he was very determined to continue what they'd started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;Deciding there was no use hanging on to &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt;  of his moving funds, Geoff finished off the log cabin for a temporary  home while he built the big house he dreamt of. He kept just a few  simoleons to pay bills and gem-cutting fees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-145.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/WebbyMom/AtTheTangledWebby/GK01/Screenshot-145.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="descText"&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;It wasn't much -  although more than his first "bathroom-only" camp - but it was his and  he liked his neighbourhood and Corrigan Bay and this entire adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to bed warm and snug and dreamt of finding two lifetimes of wealth in the hills and valleys of Corrigan Bay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="zp_uneditable zp_uneditable_image_desc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964585648014796554-4587300167818773916?l=thetangledwebby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/feeds/4587300167818773916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/08/knowles-legacy-chapter-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/4587300167818773916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964585648014796554/posts/default/4587300167818773916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetangledwebby.blogspot.com/2010/08/knowles-legacy-chapter-one.html' title='Knowles Legacy, Chapter One'/><author><name>WebbyMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02072592105552996411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui5B3EM3DRI/TVF2vcRc3HI/AAAAAAAAE2w/GafwjT2Qvj4/s220/ttw-new-avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
