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ME AND MY PAST
HI! My name is Ambrosia
"Amber" Moore. I've lived here in LA for quite a while
and I'd rather forget all about my past life in the horrible
Death Valley, Furnace Creek. My mother hated me and I had no
father to care for me. Then one day, as I was working as a waitress
in this horrible little bar, this weird woman came to work with
me. We immediately became friends and she took me with her back
to Los Angeles, where she came from - well of course I went,
my chance to get away and start a new life. And oh boy what a
life I started! Her name was Sheila. She got me a job as a babysitter,
at Maggie and James Warwick's. Later, things got pretty heated
in that direction and James recommended me to the Forrester family!
And me, a poor little girl from Death Valley got a job as a babysitter
in one of the wealthiest families in LA. Soon I also realized
what a goldmine I had right under my nose.
MRS. RICK FORRESTER?
He had tried to lay
his hands on me before, but I didn't give him a chance until
I realized how rich he was. We started dating and Rick took me
to Café Russé and other posh places. He loved me
so much. One day I sang in Insomnia. Afterwards Rick and I were
in a car accident. Rick got hurt, but I was fine. I donated him
one of my kidneys. See, I saved a life! Doesn't that prove I
am a good person after all? I've also saved another life: Stephanie's.
That was when my former friend Sheila the Psycho came for a visit
and wanted to shoot Stephanie. I jumped to save her and Steph
is forever thankful. Anyway, one day Rick and I went to Big Bear,
and we slept together. He wasn't very good, but money is what
turns me on anyway, so it doesn't really matter. Later I found
out I was pregnant. I was convinced it was Rick's, of course.
There was this minor possibility of the baby being someone else's,
but I didn't care: this was my chance to get my hands on a lot
of money!
Meanwhile I had
some problems though. I desperately wanted to marry Rick but
he loved someone else: the Britney Spears look-a-like, I'm-always-wearing-a-
pearl-necklace-but-I'm-not-that- innocent -Kimberly Fairchild.
She was this annoying little chick who kept bothering me and
pretending she was Rick's friend when she came over. I had to
smack her a few times. My pregnancy turned out to be a nightmare.
I had told CJ about this minor possibility and he kept bothering
me. He told this minor father candidate the truth. Raymond came
to talk to me and kept bothering me on my wedding rehearsal night.
Yes, believe it or not, Rick and I were getting married, after
a long fight with the evil Brooke and Mr. Eric Forrester Sr.
Stephanie was on my side though. She lent me her wedding dress.
Rick and I got married, eventually. Rick still longed for his
I'm-always-wearing- a-pink-cardigan-and-crying-while-Rick's-not-around-princess,
Kimmy, but it didn't matter much. I had a family and Kim couldn't
break it. Later, the baby was born. I had to go to Furnace Creek
to beg Mum to help me and send Rick away, because I couldn't
be sure of the baby's father. That's how I also ended up having
to make up more lies.
MY LIES
I'm the winner of
the "Best Liar- Award" for 1999 and 2000. Morgan was
awarded the award of 2001, of which I'm kind of bitter, but I
have to admit, she was better than me. Oh well, I just have to
work harder this year. Morgan doesn't have a chance anymore,
but then again I don't have too many chances for lying these
days because things are going so well. So we'll see what happens
with that.
Now I'm going to
tell you the biggest of my lies, the one that actually got me
all these prizes. My baby was stillborn. I was really sad, and
I buried him to the desert and sang Amazing Grace to him with
my beautiful voice. Then came midwife Sarah with my chance: cousin
Becky's baby! I didn't have to give up on my wealth this soon,
but I got to go home with Becky's baby and to start a life as
a family with Rick and the baby. Mother Tawny came along and
fussed around a lot. She was a big help in the beginning but
eventually turned annoying. At least I could blame it all on
her whenever I felt bad about what I had done. Then one of my
lies was revealed: Brooke found out that I had slept with Raymond.
She told everyone and they were devastated. Rick forgave me.
He was so sweet. We still had a family. But lies always come
out; I have learned. My cousin Becky came to town one day. I
was so scared she would find out the truth. She missed her baby.
I tried my best to send her back to Furnace Creek, and eventually
I managed to send her off to Paris... but before that she had
unfortunately already found out the truth. But with me being
such a great liar, it was just a piece of cake to get her to
leave for Paris anyway. I took Rick to Venice for a honeymoon
sort of, except it wasn't really, because Kimberly was around.
Kimberly, that homewrecker, was still out after Rick and she
was convinced I had a secret. She wanted to reveal it. And then
Becky arrived to Venice. She demanded her baby back. Mama Tawny
tried to kill her, but she wasn't much help. I had to tell Rick
the truth, give up on my wealth and on my family. Rick threw
me out and went back to his I'm-not-a-girl-not-yet-a-woman- whose-life-has-been-so-overprotected-princess
Kimberly.
THE END OF LIES
Becky, however, was
really nice to me... I can't see why, because I had gone from
being her best friend in our teen years into not wanting to have
her around and lying to her, but we still started living in the
same apartment together. I was able to be with the baby, Rick
visited occasionally. So I went from not wanting to have Becky
around to being her best friend again. She started dating CJ.
Then I found out she had cancer. Oh it was horrible. I didn't
want to tell her, she was happy and there was no way of curing
her, so I wanted her last times to be the happiest. This was
my most unselfish lie. I got even thanked for this lie. I had
difficulties trying to slip all that medication in her smoothies
but I did it, I would have done anything for her. She and CJ
got married, but Becky found out the truth before that. She thanked
me for making the last times of her life so happy. I was glad,
and I feel I have finally paid for all my previous lies, I've
done an unselfish deed and I feel good about it. Becky was such
a sweet and nice girl. She also gave me the greatest heritage:
her son. Now, CJ was supposed to raise him with me and he proposed
to me. But I wanted Rick. I just couldn't help it. We had this
long and strenuous fight about the kid, me and CJ versus the
Forresters. At first I did want to be with CJ but the Forresters
wanted the baby and Rick tried a lot of tricks to get the kid
and me to himself. All of this was done in vain, though: all
he would have had to say was one word: money. It took me a while
to realize it but after all Rick does have more money than CJ.
So we decided to marry. Unfortunately Rick had brought into picture
this ex-lover of Becky's, who was the baby's father. Deacon didn't
want to know about the kid at first but then he warmed to the
idea and then he wanted both the baby and me, instead of a million
dollars. I don't know, but if I had been him... no, well I love
my son. So the fight had turned out to be me and Rick against
Deacon. Deacon wanted me to stay with him for four months and
then he would let me have the baby. Then Rick broke our engagement.
I saw a picture of him kissing another girl... but he saw me
kissing Deacon. It was kind of fun, but when Rick came to apologise
and wanted me back, I was only happy to reunite with him. I mean,
this Deacon guy is so hot, but after all he is poor. Anyway,
eventually I did get the baby back and Rick and I got married.
Deacon married Bridget. Bridget and I are friends these days
but I can't help it that at times I have longed for her husband...
I mean, Deacon is so hot. Bad boys are so attractive, it's a
nice change from all the rich boys.
Did you know that
I had always dreamt of being a designer? I sure didn't, I always
thought I wanted to be a sensational singing star! But suddenly
one day I started to draw fashion designs. Rick saw them and
I told him of my dream... and before I knew it, I was a designer
at Forrester! Now I have my signature line there, The Ambrosia
Line, and in fact by coming to work there I replaced Ridge Forrester
himself... things are really looking up for good old Amber! I
ain't no piece o' trailor trash anymore, no matter what Ridge
says!
Motto: Never tell the truth if you can lie.
Hello. I am Little
Eric the Third. I don't really know what that number is for.
I'm not quite sure about who my parents are, either. It's a rather
complicated issue. There are all these college kids around me,
who claim to be my parents. I've met at least two girls who tell
me they are my Mommy and three guys, who have claimed to be my
Daddy. There was also a third girl, but she was mean and was
only around for a while. Based on my observations about the world,
I've come to the conclusion that a person should have two parents,
a mother and a father. So obviously I'm rather confused about
the situation. But maybe I was wrong, though. I haven't really
heard the experiences of other babies, so maybe it really is
so that a person has five parents. I haven't been seeing much
of the brunette mother of mine lately, though. There's just this
blonde chick who has been taking care of me from the beginning.
Lately this dark haired Daddy who calls everyone "dude"
hasn't been around much either. There's just this big and mean
looking guy, who's taking good care of me anyway, and the first
father of mine, the one that the blonde chick calls my father,
the one who was often cranky and studying late, then occasionally
telling me and everyone how much I mean to him and how much he
loves me. Rather controversial. Besides all these parents, I
have had several babysitters, like some redhaired woman who was
always fussing around. Oh well. Who cares. As long as they give
me something to eat and let me sleep in peace, I'll be fine.
I'm afraid I'm a little traumatized though. There have been many
really confusing experiences in my life. I'm not sure if my personality
will be fully developed. I kind of don't have that feeling of
basic security. Maybe I'll become a borderline personality when
I grow up. Yeah, that would be fun. Must make a mental note to
tell my parents what I want to be when I grow up, I just have
to learn to talk first.
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Last updated at 03/26/2002
- Huge thanks to Lauren for sending me the picture
of Little Eric!
- The picture of Amber was scanned and the rest of
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