<?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-7919281045213369229</id><updated>2011-08-02T23:26:23.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemon Creek</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-3768591227570851014</id><published>2009-09-15T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:08:54.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadly this must close.</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry to say that I just can't do it anymore.  I love writing stories, having my sims interact with others, and just being a part of this community. I try to take on far too much and I (as well as my poor computer) just can't handle it. :( College is far more tiring than I thought, and I also have a job on top of trying to write my novel. After I spend six hours in class and another six scanning groceries, the last thing on my mind is playing video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may come back in a few months with some new sims, new stories. It has been a very fun ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7919281045213369229-3768591227570851014?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/3768591227570851014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/09/sadly-this-must-close.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/3768591227570851014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/3768591227570851014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/09/sadly-this-must-close.html' title='Sadly this must close.'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-6488577022450423306</id><published>2009-07-08T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:55:50.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Love Again</title><content type='html'>He was almost ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryen Crow only needed to pack his suits, and he would be finished. He could carry his trunk down the stairs and say, "I'm out of here!" He opened his dresser and started picking through the clothes when he heard his wife screaming downstairs. "RYENNNN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3645/3689288712_c4c305fd56.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3645/3689288712_c4c305fd56.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What, what is it?" Ryen asked, sprinting into the game room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"D-don't panic," Eve said, breathing heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think it's time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think so too. I've been meaning to talk to you about this." Ryen started mentally going through the argument in his head. He had worked out everything he wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The baby is coming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2504/3689288940_0f934930a8.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 467px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2504/3689288940_0f934930a8.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryen had never loved someone as much as he loved this little person. To him, Rae Elizabeth Crow was six pounds, five ounces of pure love. He smiled when she smiled, and when she cried, he wanted to join her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3634/3688483275_456aee8e2b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 395px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3634/3688483275_456aee8e2b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a father," he kept saying in disbelief. After Eve talked him into setting Rae down for a nap, Ryen finally went to the kitchen to start dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw his wife, whom hours earlier he was about to leave, standing in front of the open fridge, pondering what to cook. He suddenly felt so much love for her his heart hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eve," he said, softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned around, making a brave face. Anytime they spoke anymore, they ended in an argument. She was ready for it. He broke the distance between them and pulled her to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Ryen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been so long since he'd said it to her that it felt foreign coming out of his mouth. "I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3663/3689288674_a31c7a2825.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 380px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3663/3689288674_a31c7a2825.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7919281045213369229-6488577022450423306?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/6488577022450423306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/07/finding-love-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/6488577022450423306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/6488577022450423306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/07/finding-love-again.html' title='Finding Love Again'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-7253251468402048752</id><published>2009-07-05T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T15:00:08.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the heck was that?!</title><content type='html'>Sunday Flax had always been considered a city girl. Born in Pepper Ridge, the biggest city in any direction for miles, then on to simSeattle with her parents, then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;back &lt;/span&gt;to Pepper Ridge after college, Sunday had very little nature experience. Her parents had raised her to be the kind of girl with a cramped city apartment with a tiny yard, and she was making them proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the last few weeks, Sunday had been talking to a new friend of hers, Asher Meridian, about renting a cottage in Lemon Creek, very nature-y. She learned that anything worth living in was going to be out of her price range, at least until the payment for the Aerial Bionic pictures came in, if it even would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when her phone rang early in the morning and the caller ID said "Asher" her heart soared. Did he find a cheaper cottage? Has something opened up? She flipped through images in her mind of a large garden, with dozens of plants and room to move around, unlike her tiny 3x3 setup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?" she asked, her voice far too cheerful for seven in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh," Asher said. He wasn't prepared for her excitement. He told her he had a favor he needed to ask, and could he come over right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday told him he could, then quickly ran to the shower to wipe away the last night's makeup. After the AB concert, she had gone home and gone right to sleep, too tired for a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came to the door and she invited him inside. "What's this mysterious favor?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just. Well. I'll just come out with it. I know we haven't known each other very long, but you're the only sim I can trust. I might have a huge music opportunity coming up, like huge, and I need someone to watch Elena while I'm gone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2518/3685306267_a8280cc250.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2518/3685306267_a8280cc250.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oookay," Sunday said cautiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know it's too much to ask, but this could make my career, man. Something like this could totally change my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in Sunday's head was screaming &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO! Don't sign yourself up for babysitting duty!&lt;/span&gt;, but Sunday felt herself nodding, and heard the words "Sure, I can do it," slip out of her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god, THANK YOU!" he breathed, and he kissed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3576/3686113854_b20515e6d6.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 443px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3576/3686113854_b20515e6d6.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went with it for a minute, then jumped back in surprise. She fought to keep her voice even as she said "What the heck was that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2475/3685306403_0193f69b01.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 364px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2475/3685306403_0193f69b01.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Uh, I don't know," he said sheepishly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was saved from having to reply by a voice calling from the foyer. "Asher!? Are you in there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher ran into the living room with Sunday hot on his heels. "Hey, Elena. I've got some good news."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't I make us some lunch," Sunday said nervously, fighting to hide the blush creeping up her cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean, going away?" Elena asked, voice rising. "You're LEAVING?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3577/3688483617_8f5f2ae463.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3577/3688483617_8f5f2ae463.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's just for a bit. And I'll come home every chance I get. And you can call me every day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're leaving me?" Elena pushed away from the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not leaving you, I'll be back. Don't you understand how big of a deal this is? This could change our lives!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2444/3686114214_9bb1eaec39.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 420px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2444/3686114214_9bb1eaec39.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're leaving me like mom and dad left us!" Elena wailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dammit, Elena, it's not like that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elena turned on her heel and ran for the nearest door, the guest room, and locked herself in there. She cried, heavy, shoulder shaking sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2433/3685305521_6e8c9557d2.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 492px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2433/3685305521_6e8c9557d2.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First mom, then dad, and now my brother,&lt;/span&gt; she thought while she cried. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm going to be alone for good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday started doing the dishes while they waited for Elena to calm down. Nothing like a menial task to keep you from thinking about a kiss you didn't quite understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so sorry, Sunday," Asher said. "She's not normally like this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2573/3689288754_792677d598.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 405px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2573/3689288754_792677d598.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay. You're the only one she's got. I'd be worried if she didn't care."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elena cried for nearly a half an hour before collecting herself and walking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm um, sniff, sorry. I didn't mean to slam your door, Sunday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2441/3685305491_fed9eee35a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2441/3685305491_fed9eee35a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Oh, Elena, don't worry about it," Sunday laughed. She pulled her into a hug. With her arm around the younger girl's shoulder, she headed for the guest room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3565/3685306329_669910a479.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3565/3685306329_669910a479.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"If you're okay with it, we can make this your room while your brother is on his trip. I can move my sewing and art stuff, and we can bring your bedroom furniture in here. As long as it fits," she added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After apologizing again, Elena left for work. She got a part-time job to earn some extra money. Asher and Sunday settled on the sofa, talking about the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2471/3686114364_26cd2b5320.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 342px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2471/3686114364_26cd2b5320.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elena would stay in the house with Sunday, she had a curfew of ten o'clock, and he warned her about Elena's frequent mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither of them were prepared for what had happened upstairs. For Asher, he was just too shy to talk about such things, and Sunday was too much of a lady to ask. They talked about everything and nothing, but were totally unable to ignore the elephant in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they stopped trying, and did something completely uncharacteristic for the both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2577/3685306363_439327464d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 360px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2577/3685306363_439327464d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ohh, ACR. Teehee, I'm not gonna lie, I love this couple. But they actually weren't meant for eachother, (I'm not that good at covering up my predestined matches!) so I couldn't decide if i liked it, but now I think I do. I had them do this because seriously EVERY TIME THEY WERE TOGETHER, even in public, they would start to get naked on park benches and I would have to boolprop select them and make them stop. I can't have sluttyslut sims woohooing when they don't even KNOW eachother! So this makes an honest woman out of Sunday and keeps Asher from being the skeez of the neighborhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7919281045213369229-7253251468402048752?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/7253251468402048752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-heck-was-that.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/7253251468402048752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/7253251468402048752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-heck-was-that.html' title='What the heck was that?!'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-2881942273539816271</id><published>2009-07-04T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:54:48.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth Of July with Aerial Bionic</title><content type='html'>Lemon Creek was lucky enough to snag Aerial Bionic for the local July 4th celebration. Sims waited outside to get tickets for the event the day before, everyone was jittery with excitement. Not many bands travel through such a small town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2571/3686114158_0e8ca3096d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2571/3686114158_0e8ca3096d_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have to let me in," Elena Meridian pleaded with a bouncer at the venue, hours before the doors opened. "I'll just be a minute. Please. PLEASE! I'll be your best friend forever if you just LET ME IN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2608/3689446592_de4abd81bb.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 480px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2608/3689446592_de4abd81bb.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The celebrations were tinged with sadness with the loss of Lupe Rivera, but locals still found it in them to let loose and have a great time. If anything, the music cheered them up. The concert went off without a hitch, and the band played a mix of older songs and ones off their new album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2669/3685306091_fa21e8f75c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 362px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2669/3685306091_fa21e8f75c.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end of the set, fireworks erupted around the band, a precursor to the big fireworks show held next door. Professional pyrotechnics expert Alex Rebenga oversaw the big show, ensuring an Independence Day celebration no one would soon forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3582/3689446530_fabdaf6870.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 406px; height: 266px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3582/3689446530_fabdaf6870.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7919281045213369229-2881942273539816271?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/2881942273539816271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/07/fourth-of-july-with-aerial-bionic.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/2881942273539816271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/2881942273539816271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/07/fourth-of-july-with-aerial-bionic.html' title='Fourth Of July with Aerial Bionic'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2571/3686114158_0e8ca3096d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-262736698463128354</id><published>2009-07-03T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:47:27.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rivera - The Hardest Thing</title><content type='html'>The next morning,waking up was the most difficult thing Marc Rivera ever had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lay in bed, eyes closed, willing himself to go back to sleep. He wasn't ready to start the day. Just a few more hours, please. He heard laughter coming from the next room. He thought it strange that there could possibly be laughter in the house this morning. Then he realized that it was canned laughter, the soundtrack of a cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2435/3685305631_e01c6135f9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 390px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2435/3685305631_e01c6135f9.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made sense. Charlie, the oldest child at the orphanage, would be watching cartoons, just like he did every morning before-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before It. Marc couldn't bear to think the words "she died". To say it out loud meant that it was real, and he just wasn't quite ready for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the cartoon laughter and slapstick sounds, a childish wail pierced the air. It was time to feed little William. Marc pulled himself out of bed and brought Will to the kitchen, placing him in the highchair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie came into the room, still in his pajamas. "Marc?" he asked, voice very soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What, Charlie?" Marc said. He knew that he should be more gentle with the little boy, but he couldn't think past the gaping hole in his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2585/3686113782_81238452b4.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2585/3686113782_81238452b4.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today is Lupe's funeral, right? You should go get dressed." Marc didn't want to hear that. He didn't want to think that little Charlie was stepping up, taking care of him. "I'll make sure Will doesn't choke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have never in my life met someone so loving or generous as Lupe Rivera. She opened her home to any children that needed her, and her heart to the world." Claire Abbott paused to wipe tears from her eyes as she gave the speech. "Our lives and our town won't be the same without her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc expected to cry during this service, but he didn't. He felt a physical ache in his chest, but everywhere else felt numb, like static. He put a hand on her tombstone and said, "Te quiero, Lupe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you need anything, just let us know," everyone had said. He'd lost count of how often he had heard that in the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to tell everyone, "What I need is a stiff drink."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3597/3686114400_fc63a2a88d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3597/3686114400_fc63a2a88d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7919281045213369229-262736698463128354?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/262736698463128354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/07/rivera-hardest-thing.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/262736698463128354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/262736698463128354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/07/rivera-hardest-thing.html' title='Rivera - The Hardest Thing'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-359866019508959208</id><published>2009-07-02T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:03:05.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aerial Bionic!</title><content type='html'>As a part of their summer tour promoting their Ursha album, Aerial Bionic has stopped at Lemon Creek for a few days! Photos by Sunday Flax. For more photos of Ariel Bionic during their stay in LC, go &lt;a href="http://sundayflaxphotography.webs.com/eventphotographs.htm"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2532/3683320666_ca551e18fd.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 277px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2532/3683320666_ca551e18fd.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2454/3682510081_7432281589.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 348px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2454/3682510081_7432281589.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3551/3683583228_fe4be4a5cd_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3551/3683583228_fe4be4a5cd_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the show, Sunday and Trevor Yates were worried that the weather wouldn't come through for them, but the sun came out, perfect for pictures and concertgoers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor Yates and Gareth Thayer signed autographs for excited fans, sending bubbly Elena Meridian into fangirlish hysterics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2565/3683583460_4c396684dc_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2565/3683583460_4c396684dc_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abbey Grimm cheered for the band, showing up with a shocking new red hair color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This was exactly the kind of excitement we needed in the dead of summer. I'd love to see Aerial Bionic in concert again."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7919281045213369229-359866019508959208?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/359866019508959208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/07/aerial-bionic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/359866019508959208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/359866019508959208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/07/aerial-bionic.html' title='Aerial Bionic!'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3551/3683583228_fe4be4a5cd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-8938383114583916613</id><published>2009-07-02T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T00:03:17.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aerial Bionic Visits!</title><content type='html'>The famed Aerial Bionic of Apple Valley have come to Lemon Creek this week. Soon will be posted many concert and event photos. We can't thank the members of AB and the neighborhood of Apple Valley enough. Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7919281045213369229-8938383114583916613?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/8938383114583916613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/07/aerial-bionic-visits.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/8938383114583916613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/8938383114583916613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/07/aerial-bionic-visits.html' title='Aerial Bionic Visits!'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-4668555531330669665</id><published>2009-06-07T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T16:47:08.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rivera - Don't be worried.</title><content type='html'>The day before the local summer bake-off, Lupe Rivera tearfully said goodbye to another daughter. It wasn't really &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;goodbye&lt;/span&gt; goodbye, Penny was just moving down the street, but it still make big fat tears spill down Lupe's cheeks. She should have been glad. When Penny grew into a child, her chances of being adopted shriveled up, but Claire Abbott came to the rescue and offered Penny a home.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had been only gone one day, but Lupe missed her already. Before the bake-off the next morning, Lupe's stomach was in knots. "Claire and Penny will be there. What if I see her and start crying? What if she's happier with Claire than she was here?" she unloaded on her husband, Marc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Look, Lu, we are in this to find homes for these kids. Claire's a great mother, and if Penny is happier, then that's even better." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nerves began really getting to Lupe, and she bolted to the bathroom, feeling ill. She next dealt well with nervousness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 382px; height: 317px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3386/3567963727_19501477a0.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a sigh, Marc retreated to the quiet of the driveway, where he was restoring an old, worn out car. It was relieving to get away from the stress of his wife's sudden hysteria and just focus on something that made sense. His goal was to restore it like new and sell it to a collector to buy some new playground equipment for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 349px; height: 294px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3635/3604584033_6609f54130.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the baking competition, Lupe still felt terrible. She couldn't blame it on nerves this time. She lounged on the couch, hoping her stomach would settle down, when the doorbell rang. "Who is coming over at eight at night?" she thought, glad the children were all settled in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She looked through the peephole and saw Sunday Flax, the very woman who crushed her in the Bake-Off. "Do you need something, Sunday? I'm not feeling very well this evening." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I could tell," she said with a smile. "I brought something that should make you feel better."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I think a good rest will make me feel better," replied Lupe curtly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bug you, you just seemed really sick today and I-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm sorry, Sunday. I'm not feeling myself. Come on in."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 453px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3624/3604583955_36253a7fb6.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday gestured for Lupe to sit at the table and she uncovered a steaming bowl of soup. "If you're still feeling sick after this, then you're terminal," Sunday joked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What's in this?" Lupe asked nervously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Secret recipe. But it works every time."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imagine my surprise when Lupe was hunched over the porcelain god with a pregnant? thought in her head. They weren't ever supposed to have babies! That's why I started this stinking orphanage. :P Oh well. I guess Lupe (or Marc? Bwahah!) had other plans.  &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/7919281045213369229-4668555531330669665?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/4668555531330669665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/06/rivera-dont-be-worried.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/4668555531330669665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/4668555531330669665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/06/rivera-dont-be-worried.html' title='Rivera - Don&apos;t be worried.'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-4490480700960556288</id><published>2009-06-06T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:24:24.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grimm-Pruett Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 227px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3607/3597497352_86d8ee1dc3_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadine Grimm and Cain Pruett were married in a small ceremony at the Grimm house. Cain chose to take his bride's surname because there weren't any male Grimm's to carry on the name.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nadine began the reception with a toast to her sister and maid of honor, Abbey. She thanked her "for helping with the wedding and everything else."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3642/3597497330_83742eb2d9_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7919281045213369229-4490480700960556288?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/4490480700960556288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/06/grimm-pruett-wedding.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/4490480700960556288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/4490480700960556288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/06/grimm-pruett-wedding.html' title='Grimm-Pruett Wedding'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3607/3597497352_86d8ee1dc3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-6423007993125454302</id><published>2009-06-02T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:35:01.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemon Creek Bake-Off!</title><content type='html'>Lemon Creek's lovely ladies worked up a storm in their kitchens to put their culinary skills to the test in Lemon Creek's first annual Summer Bake-Off.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 494px; height: 241px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2433/3589529379_8a1fb3fb53.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claire Abbott strutted in with a yummy-looking Baked Alaska. In appearance, it was absolutely stunning, but when it came to the taste-test it just didn't stand up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lupe Rivera tried her hand at baking and submitted a tasty cake. She went home with third place and a $50 gift certificate to Cup-a-cino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rose Abbott's Crepes Suzette was a total crowd-pleaser, earning her second place and a free meal for two at The Sour Lemon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 331px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2426/3589529205_2f924c9d03.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, it was Sunday Flax who stole the show with her unassuming Berry Pie. When pressed for her secret, Sunday merely winked and said, "My lips are sealed!" First place medal in hand, Sunday was awarded with a free meal for four at The Sour Lemon and a year-long membership to ExerCity. "To work off the sugar," she joked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You know," commented Xavier Silverstein, who hosted the event at his restaurant, "You would think it would be the flashier desserts that would get the most points. I really like that it didn't go as expected."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We asked the newly adopted Penny Abbott what she thought about her new Nana's layer cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 293px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3612/3589529445_8319361027.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Can we have bake-offs every week?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know that top picture doesn't fit completely, but I'm too lazy to fix it right now. :P Maybe later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7919281045213369229-6423007993125454302?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/6423007993125454302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/06/lemon-creek-bake-off.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/6423007993125454302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/6423007993125454302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/06/lemon-creek-bake-off.html' title='Lemon Creek Bake-Off!'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-3193216612950985980</id><published>2009-06-01T22:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:20:56.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;More news in Lemon Creek! We now have a Downtown area! We incorporated Pepper Ridge, a nearby buzzing nightlife district, and now all residents of Pepper Ridge are Lemon Creek residents. Welcome to the Cooper and &lt;a href="http://lemoncreek.wordpress.com/residents/the-flax-family/"&gt;Flax&lt;/a&gt; families! (Link leads to info at the Resident directory)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Along with new families comes new community lots. ExerCity, Cup-a-cino, Pepper Ridge Roller Rink, and Johnny's Diner are just a few of the destinations Lemon Creek's residents can now visit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Penny Rivera aged into a child during a quiet family birthday party at the orphanage. The Rivera's were quite nervous because it is harder for a child to be adopted than a toddler, however Claire Abbott has requested adoption of Penny and has been approved.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rose Abbott's brush with death is now over. She is feeling much better after a dangerous brush with pneumonia, but is back on her feet running things at Abbott Farms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7919281045213369229-3193216612950985980?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/3193216612950985980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/06/news-updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/3193216612950985980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/3193216612950985980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/06/news-updates.html' title='News updates'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-8281730908593929462</id><published>2009-05-30T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:43:11.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meridian - Music&amp;Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3359/3580261588_85e7d42a2d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 212px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3359/3580261588_85e7d42a2d_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in his deams, Asher couldn't get a break. Since his father was murdered, a good night's sleep was very hard to come by. This particular night, Asher was haunted by nightmare after nightmare, the most terrifying of which involved his father, resurrected as a zombie, standing over Elena's bed, and he couldn't get to her room in time to save her.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was finally fed up with waking up covered in sweat, heart racing, so he decided to give up on trying to sleep and see if anything was on television.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He heard the floorboards creak as his sister crept into the livingroom, looking exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 344px; height: 315px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3321/3580261376_40bdc60e9c.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Can't sleep either?" she asked, groggily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He shrugged. He hated when she could tell something was wrong. He was supposed to be taking care of he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;r, not the other way around. Asher stood up and heade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;d for the kitchen.  "I need a drink," he muttered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ooh me too! Can you bring me one?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 442px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3345/3579450173_2b1aed8551.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He chuckled as he poured her a glass of water. He was going to need something much stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3618/3579450415_5d11d6f685_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why can't you sleep?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm just really stressed out, lately," he said, trying to change the subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's Dad, isn't it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No! Uh, no. That's not it. I'm just tired, I work all day, and we're running out of money."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why don't you try going downtown tomorrow- well, I guess today, since it's technically 1:30. Play some music at a bar, unwind. If you set out a jar and ask for tips, people will totally give you money."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It couldn't hurt to try, right? He loaded his guitar and amp into the rust bucket called his car and drove to a bar in the new Downtown in the early afternoon. He set up his gear and put out a jar. After quickly scribbling "Tips, please :D" on the label, he was ready to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 359px; height: 444px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2471/3580261812_755090d5ab.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He always seemed to forget how great playing music made him feel. It was like all the stress and concern melted out of him with each song. He played for hours, and more than one tipsy patron paid for his drinks. At one point, another sim joined him on drums. Even though Garret was off beat, it was a blast to play with another music lover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asher started feeling pretty sleepy and the drinks were getting to him. He cleaned up his equipment and checked his jar. His jaw dropped when he saw how full it was. He made 800 bucks, doing what he loved. And thank goodness, because he was able to afford a cab, instead of trying to drive in his condition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asher's looking to start up a rock band. He needs a drummer, a bassist, and a singer. If any of your sims are musically inclined, please, please, PLEASE drop me an email at lemoncreekpo@yahoo.com if you'd like to talk about getting a band started. &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/7919281045213369229-8281730908593929462?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/8281730908593929462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/meridian-music.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/8281730908593929462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/8281730908593929462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/meridian-music.html' title='Meridian - Music&amp;Money'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3359/3580261588_85e7d42a2d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-6113935055742397398</id><published>2009-05-28T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T00:04:26.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose Abbott Falls Ill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2472/3558119732_1e9bcc13fc.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 423px; height: 323px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2472/3558119732_1e9bcc13fc.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just days after her only daughter became engaged, Rose Abbott has come down with a mysterious illness.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"She just sleeps all day," her husband, Frank, told us. "She won't eat or play with her granddaughter. We're all worried sick."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marc Rivera, the local doctor, has been paying her daily visits. He spoke with us as well, saying, "It started out looking like food poisoning, but now it's something like the flu. If she doesn't start eating soon things could get really bad. If she doesn't improve in a day or two, I'm going to urge the family to take her to a city hospital. There's only so much I can do here."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7919281045213369229-6113935055742397398?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/6113935055742397398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/rose-abbott-falls-ill.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/6113935055742397398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/6113935055742397398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/rose-abbott-falls-ill.html' title='Rose Abbott Falls Ill'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-5937026596851366401</id><published>2009-05-25T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:40:47.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grimm - Money Woes/Crow - Help Wanted</title><content type='html'>Abbey Grimm logged on to her computer like any other day, intending to check her finances. Find out how much they had left in the account for this month, what bills need paying, etc. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief. There was a long list on the credit card bill of expenses, a wedding dress, champagne, food, flowers.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2457/3564350263_bb3782ccb1.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 298px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2457/3564350263_bb3782ccb1.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your wedding is going to cost HOW MUCH?" Abbey screamed at her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look, Ab, when you get married you'll understand. I just want it to be perfect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And perfection requires a thousand dollar wedding dress? You are going to take all that crap back before the wedding on Wednesday. We can't afford this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadine tried to explain that most of the items were non-refundable. "And I cut the tags off my dress!" Abbey walked away before Nadine could finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the neighborhood, another fight was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you not tell your husband that you are pregnant, Eve?" Ryen Crow asked, sounding defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wanted it to be a surprise! And sometimes women lose the baby before now, so I didn't want to say anything if I wasn't absolutely sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This surprised me alright. And you did it in front of the entire neighborhood. I want to make this place our home, Eve, but I can't do that if you're going to make me look like a fool in front of our neighbors."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3602/3564350377_ca5ed13420_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3602/3564350377_ca5ed13420_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryen couldn't sleep in the bed that night. He was too mad to sleep next to her. "I'm sleeping on the couch," he spat bitterly. But the couch wasn't comfortable for sleeping. He was restless. He glanced on the floor near him and saw an empty soda and a bag of chips that Eve had been munching on earlier. 'This place is filthy,' he thought. 'We should really hire a maid.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2431/3565167796_5509902384_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 168px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2431/3565167796_5509902384_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what he did. The next evening he put out an ad, searching for someone to help tidy up and do little things that were needed around the house. In the ad he typed, "will pay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; well," to hopefully speed things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an email in his inbox first thing in the morning. Abbey Grimm applied for the position. The flexible hours and easy work would be just the thing to pull in some extra cash and still leave her able to work on her novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3626/3564350607_2e1012a169_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3626/3564350607_2e1012a169_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbey came in to work the next morning at eleven. Eve was in a meeting with the spokessim talking about starting a school, since she was a teacher in their old town. "Thanks for doing this," Ryen said, feeling awkward. He barely knew this woman and she was going to be cleaning up his messes. He made a mental note to be more neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, don't sweat it," she replied. "I've gotten pretty good at cleaning, taking care of my sister all these years. Can you show me how your dishwasher works?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryen walked Abbey through how everything worked, even showing her how to make the sink faucet run "hot", as if she couldn't figure that one out. After he walked her through every mundane task, he left her to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spent the afternoon getting comfortable in her new job, thinking the entire time, "This is the nicest house I've ever been in, and I'm scrubbing its counters."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3333/3564350461_90612e41cc.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 401px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3333/3564350461_90612e41cc.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7919281045213369229-5937026596851366401?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/5937026596851366401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/grimm-money-woescrow-help-wanted.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/5937026596851366401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/5937026596851366401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/grimm-money-woescrow-help-wanted.html' title='Grimm - Money Woes/Crow - Help Wanted'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3602/3564350377_ca5ed13420_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-2260463224511202162</id><published>2009-05-23T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:37:41.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orphanage renovations</title><content type='html'>Thanks to an extremely generous donation from Parker Tate of &lt;a href="http://www.ashbyfalls.webs.com/"&gt;Ashby Falls&lt;/a&gt;, the Lemon Creek orphanage was able to make some much-needed updates. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The kid's rooms now have carpeting, we have two bathrooms, and we got to have an entirely new playroom, with new toys and fresh carpet and wallpa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;per. Thanks to Parker Tate, we have a television that works and the kids all have new clothes. What we didn't spend, we put in a savings that is for the children only, so it will collect interest and we can use it to continue buying their clothes and necessities."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 315px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3361/3558119642_52fcbbd7ff.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lupe Rivera smiled and said, "Parker recently adopted little Mia from us, and he gave back in the most generous way. We couldn't have done this without his help, and we are extremely grateful."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7919281045213369229-2260463224511202162?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/2260463224511202162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/orphanage-renovations.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/2260463224511202162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/2260463224511202162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/orphanage-renovations.html' title='Orphanage renovations'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-803974842614481619</id><published>2009-05-23T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T19:33:08.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party and wedding announcements</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3660/3558119686_e399ef5050_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3660/3558119686_e399ef5050_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the Crow family held a housewarming party to get acquainted with the neighborhood! This counts as their Lemon Festival celebration for the season. They are the only family to have a pool, so most residents shed their street clothes and enjoyed a good swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shy Ryen Crow came out of his shell a little bit and served grilled burgers to his guests. Sims that didn't want to swim enjoyed the Crow's surround sound television system and big screen tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2427/3558119702_f28879cf68_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2427/3558119702_f28879cf68_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve Crow took this opportunity to tell everyone, her husband included, that she was entering her second trimester in her pregnancy. Ryen didn't know until this, and he was obviously in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't say much for the rest of the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, it was truly a time for celebration, because two engagements were announced. First, Nadine Grimm and Cain Pruett are engaged to be married this weekend. Cain plans to move in permanently with Nadine and her sister, and also intends to take the Grimm last name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire Abbott is also announcing her engagement to Xavier Silverstein.&lt;br /&gt;"I asked him! We were eating dinner, and I just thought, I've got to claim him before someone else does! So I asked him to marry me, and he said yes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3376/3557307999_3faf72f431_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 214px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3376/3557307999_3faf72f431_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Congrats to Cain and Nadine, as well as Claire and Xavier. We wish both couples well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7919281045213369229-803974842614481619?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/803974842614481619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/party-and-wedding.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/803974842614481619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/803974842614481619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/party-and-wedding.html' title='Party and wedding announcements'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3660/3558119686_e399ef5050_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-7231665234876441380</id><published>2009-05-23T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T12:47:36.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An arrest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2330/3529144411_7288c7a38f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 226px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2330/3529144411_7288c7a38f_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New gossip has sprung up around town after Elena Meridian was brought home by a police officer around three AM. She snuck out of her house at 1 with a boy from the new downtown. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asher, her guardian, says that he had no idea Elena had snuck out, and he planned to keep a better eye on her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It is what teenagers do," he said, sheepishly. "But I didn't think she'd find trouble in a small town. Guess I was wrong."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As her punishment, Elena has to spend three weekends cleaning up around Lemon Lake and Town Square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7919281045213369229-7231665234876441380?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/7231665234876441380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/arrest.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/7231665234876441380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/7231665234876441380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/arrest.html' title='An arrest!'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2330/3529144411_7288c7a38f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-8235292506702654644</id><published>2009-05-22T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:49:15.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More news!</title><content type='html'>Lemon Creek's population is swelling lately! Away from the main part of town, residents have been wondering what was being built. A large (well, large for Lemon Creek!) modern influenced house sprung up and no one moved in for over a week. We finally got to meet our new arrivals, the Crow Family! Ryen and Eve Crow have been married for a few simyears and said that they moved here to get away.&lt;div&gt;"Ryen has been so stressed lately. Hopefully a beautiful, quieter place will help him a little," Eve told us. Ryen didn't want to speak with us at all. Eve shrugged and said, "He's pretty shy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's give yet another new family a warm welcome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 417px; height: 441px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3590/3555210763_e943746b46.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7919281045213369229-8235292506702654644?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/8235292506702654644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-news.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/8235292506702654644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/8235292506702654644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-news.html' title='More news!'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-8075999706723548947</id><published>2009-05-13T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:48:49.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet our newest residents!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2325/3529556776_7731254474_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2325/3529556776_7731254474_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher and Elena Meridian moved into a two bedroom home down the road from Abbott Farms. Asher is currently working as a piano tuner and makes extra money playing gigs, and his 14 year old sister is actively searching for a job as well as going to school and learning to play music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are super into music," Elena said. "It's gotten us through some pretty hard stuff, and I hope that it will take Asher far."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is rumored that they moved to a quieter town to get away from the publicity of their father's mysterious death. When asked, Asher responded, "Uh, I really don't want to talk about that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, welcome to Lemon Creek, Asher and Elena. We hope you'll love it here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7919281045213369229-8075999706723548947?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/8075999706723548947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/meet-our-newest-residents.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/8075999706723548947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/8075999706723548947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/meet-our-newest-residents.html' title='Meet our newest residents!'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2325/3529556776_7731254474_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-4309799355982756398</id><published>2009-05-13T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:45:26.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance at the Sour Lemon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3625/3528744339_9afb65cf9f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 227px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3625/3528744339_9afb65cf9f_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xavier Silverstein christened the newest Lemon Creek restaurant The Sour Lemon and it turned quite a profit on it's first day! Virtually everyone showed up to try out the newest place to eat, including Claire Abbott. Xavier and Claire arrived together, along with Claire's new adopted baby, Krista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This turned a few heads on its own, because Xavier has been dating Abbey Grimm for a few simyears, now. No word on how Abbey feels about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite this, the happy couple enjoyed their time together, and Xavier cooked their lunch. Xavier and Claire were inseparable on this sunny afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2377/3529556874_b58c5bbe53_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 221px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2377/3529556874_b58c5bbe53_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7919281045213369229-4309799355982756398?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/4309799355982756398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/turbulance-at-sour-lemon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/4309799355982756398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/4309799355982756398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/turbulance-at-sour-lemon.html' title='Romance at the Sour Lemon!'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3625/3528744339_9afb65cf9f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-3152816660758918472</id><published>2009-05-12T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:07:23.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inter-hood adoption!</title><content type='html'>We are so thrilled to announce that the first inter-hood adoption out of Lemon Creek has been finalized! Mia Grimm, an infant at the Lemon Creek Orphanage, will be adopted the day she transitions into a toddler. &lt;div&gt;Parker Tate, prospective Mayor for &lt;a href="http://ashbyfalls.webs.com"&gt;Ashby Falls&lt;/a&gt; has moved the Rivera family with his effort to become a parent again. His rocky past was taken into account, but it was determined that Parker is a changed man and any child would be proud to call him Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a picture of the nursery Mia will be living in, provided by Parker Tate. She will have much more space than was available at the Orphanage. (Thanks to &lt;a href="http://ashbyfalls.webs.com"&gt;Ashby Falls&lt;/a&gt; for the picture!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://ashbyfalls.webs.com/snapshot_d6b92678_7716ba72.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This just goes to show the great things that two hoods working together can accomplish. We can't thank Parker Tate and the rest of Ashby Falls enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7919281045213369229-3152816660758918472?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/3152816660758918472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/inter-hood-adoption.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/3152816660758918472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/3152816660758918472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/inter-hood-adoption.html' title='Inter-hood adoption!'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-7070947946126070852</id><published>2009-05-12T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T17:04:37.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is theraputic</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 190px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3551/3523128861_8c9f6da309_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Nadine Grimm has begun seeing a psychiatrist in Miners Hollow. After only two sessions, Nadine has begun to take responsibility for her actions.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her therapist, Erika Wilson, told us as much as she legally could. "Ms. Grimm had a huge breakthrough where &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her kids are concerned, and we hope she's going to keep improving. The best way to support her in this is to give her privacy and a lot of love."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 239px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3597/3524201118_5288906562_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nadine is getting a TON of love, alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Part of her therapy program involves a group session, where Nadine met Cain Pruett. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blond, tall, and athletic, rumor has it that Cain is being treated for Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder from his time spent in the army.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The two hit it off right away, discussing their past, their journey to mental health, and their interests. It wasn't long before the pair got close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could this spell happiness, finally, for Nadine Grimm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3588/3523394925_8199ea007d_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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/7919281045213369229-7070947946126070852?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/7070947946126070852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-is-theraputic.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/7070947946126070852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/7070947946126070852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-is-theraputic.html' title='Love is theraputic'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3551/3523128861_8c9f6da309_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-650577835534441247</id><published>2009-05-11T16:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:56:28.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First adoption in Lemon Creek!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3587/3523128735_fca889f9cb_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3587/3523128735_fca889f9cb_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc Rivera called today to say he had wonderful news and needed a reporter right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemon Creek Orphanage's first adoption was finalized and we were there to see it all. Krista Grimm is one of four infants at the orphanage, and has been adopted by Claire Abbott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupe Rivera scooped Krista up in her arms and moved in, temporarily, to the Abbott household. She taught the Abbott's all about the baby's needs, schedule, and personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire Abbott tearfully told us that she was thrilled to be able to be a mother&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3298/3523128831_c85af8f9c5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3298/3523128831_c85af8f9c5_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and that she was going to give Krista a simple, enjoyable life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupe Rivera carefully passed Krista to her new mother in the nursery at Abbott Farms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're going to miss Krista, but I'm sure we will see her often. We live just right down the road!" Lupe said. "I'm confident Claire will make a wonderful parent. There's plenty of room for her to run around and learn and grow. I can't wait to see what kind of a girl she becomes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infants, Krista included, will have their toddler transition in a few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7919281045213369229-650577835534441247?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/650577835534441247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-adoption-in-lemon-creek.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/650577835534441247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/650577835534441247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-adoption-in-lemon-creek.html' title='First adoption in Lemon Creek!'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3587/3523128735_fca889f9cb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-5965611741682798397</id><published>2009-05-11T16:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:50:06.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grimm's are forced to move</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3394/3523128693_8cecde46d1_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3394/3523128693_8cecde46d1_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The home that Nadine and Abbey Grimm were born and raised in has been sold. The girls are in the process of moving everything into a trailer home at the edge of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm the only one able to work, and you don't make much money waiting tables. I made enough money by selling the house and moving to a much smaller, and cheaper, place to quit my job for a while, relax, and work on writing my novel. I'm also able to afford a therapist in Miners Hollow, the closest city to Lemon Creek."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbey has promised to keep us updated on how her sister's therapy goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To an extent. My sister has a right to privacy, but since it's a matter of public safety, I'll keep in touch."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7919281045213369229-5965611741682798397?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/5965611741682798397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/grimms-are-forced-to-move.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/5965611741682798397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/5965611741682798397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/grimms-are-forced-to-move.html' title='The Grimm&apos;s are forced to move'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3394/3523128693_8cecde46d1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-2404505720559936156</id><published>2009-05-10T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:39:00.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemon Creek Orphanage adjustments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3651/3519282763_9596682da7_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3651/3519282763_9596682da7_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marc Rivera spoke with us today and gave us an update on how things are going with the local orphanage. It's easy to tell the couple is loving their new job, and Marc has grown especially close to Penny.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's like we went from zero to sixty in ten seconds. One day, we were just a couple, now we have eight children. The older two are adjusting well to having the quads in the house, and the infants are sleeping through the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are allowing adoptions to take place starting Monday. We would prefer if other hoods adopted the children in order for them to be as far from their original families as possible. Lupe or I will visit the prospective household with the child and will move in for a few days, until the child feels comfortable. Then Lupe and I will leave, but we expect regular updates on the children."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7919281045213369229-2404505720559936156?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/2404505720559936156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/lemon-creek-orphanage-adjustments.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/2404505720559936156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/2404505720559936156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/lemon-creek-orphanage-adjustments.html' title='Lemon Creek Orphanage adjustments'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3651/3519282763_9596682da7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-7440320969032885356</id><published>2009-05-10T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:20:22.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemon Festival Begins!</title><content type='html'>To kick off the lemon festival, the Abbott family opened their doors to anyone who wanted to come and taste their lemons, absolutely free!&lt;div&gt;There were many things to taste, including plain lemons, lemon tea, lemon meringue pie, lemonade, lemon sorbet, and strawberry lemonade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frank Abbott also did a gardening demonstration for free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 286px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3565/3520096984_ea63402052.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were two empty plots of land next to each other. Frank fertilized one using compost fertilizer and left the other plain. He planted tomatoes in each. "You can assume that the fertilized plant will grow more quickly and more healthy," he said. "But it really hits you when you literally &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; the difference. By the end of May, these plants should be ready for harvest, and then you'll see how important it is to take care of your soil."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards, the town went to the Grimm house to pick through bins at a yard sale! A few sims showed up just to have a peek at "Crazy Nadine" but she stayed in the house the entire time. Nearly everything sold, leaving a few sim's wallets light, but helping Abbey Grimm with spring cleaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 208px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3408/3519412765_6c21e9ff18_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7919281045213369229-7440320969032885356?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/7440320969032885356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/lemon-festival-begins.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/7440320969032885356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/7440320969032885356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/lemon-festival-begins.html' title='Lemon Festival Begins!'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3408/3519412765_6c21e9ff18_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-5707213390574231490</id><published>2009-05-10T15:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:03:18.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nadine Grimm gets worse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3396/3520097112_175d714798.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 287px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3396/3520097112_175d714798.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nadine Grimm's antics are no secret around here. She has been considered odd for many years. However, her recent public breakdown has made her the center of town gossip. Her four infants were removed from her custody, and now things have gotten even worse.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nadine Grimm shaved all her hair off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She showed up at the Lemon Creek Orphanage in a blue dress, head completely shaved, and rang the doorbell. Lupe Rivera greeted Nadine at the front door and politely asked her to leave. Nadine didn't respond and walked into the house. Marc Rivera called the police immediately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The orphanage has a strict no-contact policy. If a child has been forcibly removed from it's parents, those parents are not allowed any contact what-so-ever with the children until they are legally adults. Nadine was not arrested because it was determined she didn't know what she was doing and because no damage was done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7919281045213369229-5707213390574231490?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/5707213390574231490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/nadine-grimm-gets-worse.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/5707213390574231490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/5707213390574231490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/nadine-grimm-gets-worse.html' title='Nadine Grimm gets worse'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-4536178713537052634</id><published>2009-05-10T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:58:14.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Xavier leaves for Asia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3339/3519283067_94639e6e70_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3339/3519283067_94639e6e70_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xavier Silverstein left for his trip to Han Dow, a tiny village in Japan. He's leaving to write a series about how their culture, work, and food kept the healthy while a devastating virus made it's way through the region. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sent this photo along with a letter to his brother, who allowed us to view it. The letter read, in part, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm loving the food, here. They even let me try cooking it for them. It was a simple cooked salmon meal, but it was amazing. It makes me miss culinary school even more. I'll bring back plenty of new recipes for us to try out."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Craig has told us that part of a surprise for Xavier's coming home is a new restaurant for all of Lemon Creek to enjoy. Xavier will be head chef and will name it when he returns. A waitress has already been hired, but if anyone would like to make extra money cleaning up, apply with Craig Silverstein.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7919281045213369229-4536178713537052634?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/4536178713537052634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/xavier-leaves-for-asia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/4536178713537052634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/4536178713537052634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/xavier-leaves-for-asia.html' title='Xavier leaves for Asia'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3339/3519283067_94639e6e70_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-3159230707026442107</id><published>2009-05-07T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:11:36.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemon Festival news</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3582/3505163603_da542dd718_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3582/3505163603_da542dd718_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The general store has a new addition! Pets, including dogs, cats, and birds are all available for adoption. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we spoke to Claire Abbott who was out and about. She was inside the general store, checking out birds. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My father is allergic to pet dander, but I've really been dying for a pet. I'm going to bring home a bird as a Lemon Festival present to myself."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took this opportunity to ask Ms. Abbott to come outside and speak to us about the upcoming Lemon Festival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3652/3505163657_7a72ce288c_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Lemon Festival starts officially May 10th (ht). It will last until August 7th. May we will focus on gardening, June we will focus on food, July we will focus on entertainment, and August we will focus on the end of summer and how to prepare for fall. There will be bonfires, cook-offs, classes, and so much more. I can't say much else or it will ruin the suprise!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started to rain, and Claire quickly added, "well, I'll say one more thing. Each household will invite the entire neighborhood over for at least one party each. And the first party will be at Abbott Farms." Claire then ran back into the general store to avoid the storm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7919281045213369229-3159230707026442107?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/3159230707026442107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/lemon-festival-news.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/3159230707026442107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/3159230707026442107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/lemon-festival-news.html' title='Lemon Festival news'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3582/3505163603_da542dd718_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-3347173898217600328</id><published>2009-05-06T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:50:33.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grimm children removed from home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3652/3505972950_9e98e6be89_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3652/3505972950_9e98e6be89_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night neighbors were awoken by the sound of loud screaming and police sirens. Any sims who looked out their windows could see the scene unfold. We were on the scene.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, the police showed up, sirens blaring. Abbey Grimm greeted the officer and then quickly went inside. Nadine Grimm soon came out and began to argue loudly with the officer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Child Services agent pulled up in a van&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and Nadine was put in the back of the patrol car. The social worker brought all four children to the van and left. The police car left with Nadine in the car, and didn't return until morning. It is unclear why the child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ren were removed from their home, but the officer on duty said that they had an anonymous tip that the mother was unfit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The quads were immediately taken to Rivera orphanage where they are being cared for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 312px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3609/3502258459_de5e10c50f.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mrs. Rivera refused to comment specifically. "This is hard on everyone involved. I think it would be best to let this blow over. The children are completely happy, healthy, and safe, and that's the best we can hope for."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When asked if the babies would be returned to their mother, Marc Rivera said, "That's really not likely. At all."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lupe Rivera putting Mia down to sleep.&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/7919281045213369229-3347173898217600328?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/3347173898217600328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/grimm-children-removed-from-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/3347173898217600328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/3347173898217600328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/grimm-children-removed-from-home.html' title='Grimm children removed from home'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3652/3505972950_9e98e6be89_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-5130373110829729239</id><published>2009-05-05T17:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:19:19.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama in the neighborhood!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3555/3502258535_37a16a0577_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 106px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3555/3502258535_37a16a0577_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like the Grimm sisters are up to their usual behavior. Nadine Grimm came to the town square and picked up some groceries. Eyewitnesses say she seemed "strange". &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frank Abbott spoke with us. "She was wearing an old dress and had her hair done like in an old movie. She was speaking in a high pitched voice and was mothering everyone. It was real strange."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before paying for her groceries, she ran out of the grocery building and began to clean up imaginary puddles along the sidewalk. Residents tried to calm her down as she frantically cleaned, but it didn't help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3392/3503068870_67818375ef_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She then collapsed onto the pavement and started laughing hysterically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3662/3506096030_9fb2f3bf4e_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darren Abbott also had his share of drama. As Abbey came to take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; her sister home, she ran into Darren and they immediately got into a fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Darren began yelling and shoved Abbey. She shoved him back and they continued yelling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Frank Abbott ran over and broke them up by taking his son to look at the petstore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No one knows why this unlikely pair would be fighting, but it's certainly interesting.&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/7919281045213369229-5130373110829729239?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/5130373110829729239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/drama-in-neighborhood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/5130373110829729239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/5130373110829729239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/drama-in-neighborhood.html' title='Drama in the neighborhood!'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3555/3502258535_37a16a0577_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-6824284001930597184</id><published>2009-05-05T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:53:03.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling Alley opens!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3544/3505286437_074697aa18.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 319px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3544/3505286437_074697aa18.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in Lemon Creek is getting more modern! Our first bowling alley has opened. There are multiple lanes, an arcade space, and a dining space. It's going to be a great way to spend the evening with friends and family. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claire Abbott spearheaded the addition to the town, saying that Lemon Creek needed a gathering place that was all about fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The restaurant isn't quite open yet because they are waiting for the appliances to be shipped. In the meantime, there is a full snack bar sims can use when bowling wears them out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rose Abbott is thinking about starting a Bowling Club. If any sims are interested, let Rose know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 264px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3651/3506096094_dc4f7c876e.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Claire Abbott tries out the lanes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7919281045213369229-6824284001930597184?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/6824284001930597184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/bowling-alley-opens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/6824284001930597184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/6824284001930597184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/bowling-alley-opens.html' title='Bowling Alley opens!'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-6544144211258034386</id><published>2009-05-04T15:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:25:44.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemon Creek Orphanage opens!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3553/3502559436_f6873128c2.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 313px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3553/3502559436_f6873128c2.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newlyweds Marcus and Lupe Rivera have decided to open Lemon Creek's first orphanage. They converted most of their living space to a huge bedroom/playroom with child friendly decorations.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two children are already registered. A six year old boy, Charlie, and two year old girl, Penny, are now calling the Rivera residence home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's always been my dream to have many children," said Lupe. "But Marc and I can't have any children. This is our way to be able to raise and love little ones, and we're giving back to the community, too."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her husband also spoke to us. "I'm sad that we even need a local orphanage, but there you go. We hope we won't ever have to turn a child away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 318px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3399/3501745519_905350a9e7.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7919281045213369229-6544144211258034386?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/6544144211258034386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/lemon-creek-orphanage-opens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/6544144211258034386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/6544144211258034386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/lemon-creek-orphanage-opens.html' title='Lemon Creek Orphanage opens!'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-8887438819378128749</id><published>2009-05-03T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:08:59.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Harvest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3350/3497945273_04342db968.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 340px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3350/3497945273_04342db968.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first harvest day of the season for the plants at Abbott Farm! Claire Abbott, the town's spokessim, was working up a sweat picking strawberries, peppers, and, of course, lemons!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's tough work, but it's super rewarding," Claire said. "I'm working with my family, which makes it a lot easier, and it's an Abbott tradition, so I really enjoy doing it. I also like knowing that I'm helping make something that will feed my friends and neighbors."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The harvest work is far from done. Frank Abbott chimed in, "I'm getting older now, so it's great that I have my wife and kids to help with the farm work. This will probably be the last year I'm strong enough to harvest, so I'm stretching it out for as many days as possible."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go to the town market to pick up your fresh produce before everyone else! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7919281045213369229-8887438819378128749?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/8887438819378128749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/great-harvest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/8887438819378128749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/8887438819378128749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/great-harvest.html' title='Great Harvest!'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-3971727965277371306</id><published>2009-05-03T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:30:10.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nadine Grimm gives birth!</title><content type='html'>Lifelong resident Nadine Grimm recently gave birth to quads at a distant hospital. This is the first incidence of multiple births in Lemon Creek. The babies are named Luke, Mia, Krista, and William. Their birth is extremely controversial because it is unclear wether single parent Nadine will be able to support four children. They are all low birthweight but should be coming home within a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 122px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3355/3498762528_fd62c6c4fc_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nadine has had a long history of severe mental illness, making this case even more complicated. She lives with her younger sister who takes care of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3360/3498761600_78e0cc34ed_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We caught her sister, Abbey, as she left the house for her waitressing job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She said, "Look, whatever my sister does, I'm going to have her back. That's pretty much just the way it is. I had no idea she even wanted a baby, let alone taking fertility medication. I'm going to help her with them, and they won't be a drain on the community at all. My sister isn't a bad person, she's just made some difficult choices. I'm pretty tired of everyone portraying her as a monster. She's sick, and it's not her fault."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Abbey then had to leave for work and had no more time to speak with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7919281045213369229-3971727965277371306?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/3971727965277371306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/nadine-grimm-gives-birth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/3971727965277371306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/3971727965277371306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/nadine-grimm-gives-birth.html' title='Nadine Grimm gives birth!'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3355/3498762528_fd62c6c4fc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919281045213369229.post-9149383028631851705</id><published>2009-05-03T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:49:10.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome message and a birthday!</title><content type='html'>This is the news blog for Lemon Creek! This blog will be updated frequently with all the news and gossip in the neighborhood. :) Thanks for visiting. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats to Rose Abbott who celebrated her Elder birthday today. Rose transitioned at a small birthday party at Abbott Farms. Rose now is planning to focus on making this summer's Lemon Festival the best one yet, as well as pressuring her two grown children to give her some grandchildren. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 298px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3345/3497946007_4599318635.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&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/7919281045213369229-9149383028631851705?l=lemoncreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/feeds/9149383028631851705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-message-and-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/9149383028631851705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7919281045213369229/posts/default/9149383028631851705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoncreek.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-message-and-birthday.html' title='Welcome message and a birthday!'/><author><name>Lemon Creek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05891999195372635907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
