<?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-3981901036867039201</id><updated>2011-12-27T06:34:13.558-05:00</updated><category term='legacy - generation 2'/><category term='hernandez family'/><category term='untitled project'/><category term='general'/><category term='mayfair challenge'/><category term='Wilsons'/><category term='legacy - generation 1'/><category term='jackson family'/><title type='text'>[insert something witty involving sims 2]</title><subtitle type='html'>this is what obsession looks like kids</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>e</name><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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981901036867039201.post-1115682264601437792</id><published>2007-12-02T13:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T13:38:05.623-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legacy - generation 2'/><title type='text'>i've been slacking on my pimpin.</title><content type='html'>sorry. you get a two for one deal today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2160/2013672204_2db8a9fede.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://382star.livejournal.com/2671.html"&gt;so sad, i actually forgot what happened here...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2343/2070597530_bfefcc7abf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2343/2070597530_bfefcc7abf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://382star.livejournal.com/2992.html"&gt;lots of loving and death...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;enjoy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e.&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/3981901036867039201-1115682264601437792?l=382star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/feeds/1115682264601437792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981901036867039201&amp;postID=1115682264601437792' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/1115682264601437792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/1115682264601437792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-been-slacking-on-my-pimpin.html' title='i&apos;ve been slacking on my pimpin.'/><author><name>e</name><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/2160/2013672204_2db8a9fede_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981901036867039201.post-3125879850385791449</id><published>2007-11-04T22:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:04:46.064-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legacy - generation 2'/><title type='text'>babies galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://382star.livejournal.com/2455.html"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2390/1863880446_9f1a47de3b_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt; follow me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3981901036867039201-3125879850385791449?l=382star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/feeds/3125879850385791449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981901036867039201&amp;postID=3125879850385791449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/3125879850385791449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/3125879850385791449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/2007/11/babies-galore.html' title='babies galore'/><author><name>e</name><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-3981901036867039201.post-2852256498836874243</id><published>2007-10-28T01:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T01:34:02.778-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legacy - generation 2'/><title type='text'>at last</title><content type='html'>ok ok i think it's as good as it's gonna get. i'm transitioning over to livejournal... i think. not so sure. at any rate, here's my update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126256229001458706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RyQe4VVD9BI/AAAAAAAAASE/PnXhS6GFBkQ/s400/cover+in+pink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://382star.livejournal.com/1434.html#cutid1"&gt;follow me to the rest!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;382*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981901036867039201-2852256498836874243?l=382star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/feeds/2852256498836874243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981901036867039201&amp;postID=2852256498836874243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/2852256498836874243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/2852256498836874243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/2007/10/at-last.html' title='at last'/><author><name>e</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RyQe4VVD9BI/AAAAAAAAASE/PnXhS6GFBkQ/s72-c/cover+in+pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981901036867039201.post-8166039851740731886</id><published>2007-10-25T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T00:09:08.039-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legacy - generation 2'/><title type='text'>the saga continues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RyFn7FVD8-I/AAAAAAAAARs/GaREOhAoH7Y/s1600-h/phone+cry+no.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125492115664794594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RyFn7FVD8-I/AAAAAAAAARs/GaREOhAoH7Y/s400/phone+cry+no.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Aaliyah... i can't do this anymore. i'm in love with my girl. we gotta stop this! i don't want to hurt her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125492119959761906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RyFn7VVD8_I/AAAAAAAAAR0/XFbVE8aB9T4/s400/phone+cry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but baby i...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*click*&lt;br /&gt;... love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125492119959761922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RyFn7VVD9AI/AAAAAAAAAR8/PQhB0qssFYo/s400/its+over.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the end of aaliyah as we all knew her. from now on, she would become heartless and cold. no man would ever hurt her again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_______________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;simmer note: installed simpe and trying to fix the damage that comes with moving characters b/w computers. so far the worst thing i've had to do is change aspirations for john and garry. garry is super glitchy so i don't know what's going to happen with him...eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;more updates soon. i promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;e.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981901036867039201-8166039851740731886?l=382star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/feeds/8166039851740731886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981901036867039201&amp;postID=8166039851740731886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/8166039851740731886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/8166039851740731886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='the saga continues...'/><author><name>e</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RyFn7FVD8-I/AAAAAAAAARs/GaREOhAoH7Y/s72-c/phone+cry+no.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981901036867039201.post-7898997092848698967</id><published>2007-10-15T22:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:25:40.527-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='untitled project'/><title type='text'>sneak peak</title><content type='html'>well i'm having MAJOR problems getting the lots from the old comp over to the new comp, so i don't know what's going to happen with that, i really don't want to start a new legacy...again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at any rate, peacichica asked for a pic, so here are two from an upcoming project that may or maynot be on this site. if not here, then on livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RxQgyl0k3sI/AAAAAAAAARc/qboVn8UcYQk/s1600-h/Johnsons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121754729745276610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RxQgyl0k3sI/AAAAAAAAARc/qboVn8UcYQk/s400/Johnsons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RxQgzF0k3tI/AAAAAAAAARk/NTm5SE5BdjM/s1600-h/Johnson+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121754738335211218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RxQgzF0k3tI/AAAAAAAAARk/NTm5SE5BdjM/s400/Johnson+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so these are the Johnsons and this is their house. you'll get more later. peachi, i'm sure you know who these two are. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.&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/3981901036867039201-7898997092848698967?l=382star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/feeds/7898997092848698967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981901036867039201&amp;postID=7898997092848698967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/7898997092848698967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/7898997092848698967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/2007/10/sneak-peak.html' title='sneak peak'/><author><name>e</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RxQgyl0k3sI/AAAAAAAAARc/qboVn8UcYQk/s72-c/Johnsons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981901036867039201.post-2324157802001336485</id><published>2007-10-14T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T10:49:11.621-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><title type='text'>technical difficulties</title><content type='html'>so i finally got the new computer. and then it came with a totally wack graphics card. so i had to buy a new one and it is AMAZING.  in the meantime i'm trying to figure out how to transfer jacksonville to the new computer.  unfortunately i think i'm going to have to do this one lot at a time.  and work is getting crazy and i have a midterm on wednesday.  so  i doubt there will be any significant work done on this until thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bear with me. in addition, i'm working on a new storyline so keep checking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace,&lt;br /&gt;e.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981901036867039201-2324157802001336485?l=382star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/feeds/2324157802001336485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981901036867039201&amp;postID=2324157802001336485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/2324157802001336485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/2324157802001336485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/2007/10/technical-difficulties.html' title='technical difficulties'/><author><name>e</name><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-3981901036867039201.post-3089381758175358945</id><published>2007-10-02T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T23:35:35.236-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legacy - generation 1'/><title type='text'>1.5 changes</title><content type='html'>dedicated to leah. hopefully this will inspire her to start blogging again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RwLsVV0k3nI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/qUhK5kr0mfg/s1600-h/new+do.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116911978025377394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RwLsVV0k3nI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/qUhK5kr0mfg/s400/new+do.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the new hair style is also dedicated to leah since she was hating hard the old hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life continued at the jenkin household. both kanye and katelyn were advancing with their careers. as kanye climbed the ranks he still struggled with how to tell katelyn. should he tell her? would it be worth it? it was stressing him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and katelyn could feel that something was different. her job was pretty stressful. she was always out in the limelight. she worried that she was spending enough time with her husband. or her kids for that matter. they were growing up so fast. she was thankful they were so close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RwLsYV0k3oI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/3GS-zYpWEUs/s1600-h/show+off.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116912029564984962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RwLsYV0k3oI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/3GS-zYpWEUs/s400/show+off.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they played together all the time. they even created a secret language. although katelyn thought it was weird, it was also very endearing. she hoped they would stay being close as they gold older. it's always good to know someone has your back. she wished she had siblings to support her though her hard times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaliyah was exactly like her father. she was so charismatic. very inquisitive. you couldn't keep a secret in the house without aaliyah finding it. katelyn had all but given up on christmas. she simply put aaliyahs presents under the tree in the shopping bags she bought them in, there was no point. aaliyah always seems wise beyond her years. even before she could speak, you could see it in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RwLsYl0k3pI/AAAAAAAAARE/FXVWcAMyLNI/s1600-h/lying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116912033859952274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RwLsYl0k3pI/AAAAAAAAARE/FXVWcAMyLNI/s400/lying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;while her brother john was so different. even now as a 6'1 teenager, he had a child-like innocence about him. he was such a sweetheart. so gullible, poor thing. and the girls were like vultures. katelyn had to laugh but she was not ready to be a grandmother. not yet at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RwLsY10k3qI/AAAAAAAAARM/XlCrRPDuP-c/s1600-h/teenage+john.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116912038154919586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RwLsY10k3qI/AAAAAAAAARM/XlCrRPDuP-c/s400/teenage+john.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; recently she and kanye had been arguing about their finances. where was all their money going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if we're so rich, why the f*ck don't we have any f*cking paint on the walls!"&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RwLsY10k3rI/AAAAAAAAARU/7jGYn71rBwA/s1600-h/money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116912038154919602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RwLsY10k3rI/AAAAAAAAARU/7jGYn71rBwA/s400/money.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but it always passed. when katelyn complained about something, as soon as she turned around, it was. case in point, when she came home that night, the entire house was repainted and the floors had been redone. she was suspicious, but she figured if it was that serious kanye would tell her. she trusted her man with all her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she never loved anyone like this. and he always showed her that he loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RwLrr10k3iI/AAAAAAAAAQM/__s9szyOD_E/s1600-h/flirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116911265060806178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RwLrr10k3iI/AAAAAAAAAQM/__s9szyOD_E/s400/flirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; speaking of love... john was a ladies man. every day there was a different girl. it wasn't that he was falling for them necessarily, he just had a genuine love for women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RwLrsV0k3jI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JNQVe2xGnD0/s1600-h/kissing+clara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116911273650740786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RwLrsV0k3jI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JNQVe2xGnD0/s400/kissing+clara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to deal with the pressures of life, katelyn turned to exercise. it was funny, it was actually kanye's workout plan, but as soon as she got on it, her parts in tv shows and movies started getting better. this plan was the truth! maybe someone should write a song about it. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RwLrsV0k3kI/AAAAAAAAAQc/0fVuSZ1imL4/s1600-h/fitnes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116911273650740802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RwLrsV0k3kI/AAAAAAAAAQc/0fVuSZ1imL4/s400/fitnes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; aaliyah grew up very fast. it was just yesterday when she was a little kid. she has such a sadness about her. she is so secretive (just like her daddy) that no one really knew what was going on with her. her grades were amazing and she had friends, so no one was too worried. but her eyes portrayed a sadness beyond her years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RwLrsV0k3lI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Rk-Qs9fhkhg/s1600-h/teenage+aaliyah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116911273650740818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RwLrsV0k3lI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Rk-Qs9fhkhg/s400/teenage+aaliyah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;although nothing really bad was happening, katelyn felt out of control. she was easily distracted (as was evident by the burnt dinner every night), she wasn't sleeping well and she was alone. john would soon go off to college and aaliyah always locked herself in room. katelyn was lonely, and she didn't know how to fill the void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RwLrsl0k3mI/AAAAAAAAAQs/AG3dXSN_nR4/s1600-h/buring+ish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116911277945708130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RwLrsl0k3mI/AAAAAAAAAQs/AG3dXSN_nR4/s400/buring+ish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/3981901036867039201-3089381758175358945?l=382star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/feeds/3089381758175358945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981901036867039201&amp;postID=3089381758175358945' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/3089381758175358945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/3089381758175358945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/2007/10/15-changes.html' title='1.5 changes'/><author><name>e</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RwLsVV0k3nI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/qUhK5kr0mfg/s72-c/new+do.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981901036867039201.post-3632417694453793799</id><published>2007-09-30T20:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T20:25:52.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>guess who</title><content type='html'>ahaha sims is so wac for this doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;guess who this is after aging up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116157682983951890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RwA-Tl0k3hI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vynXnAZDcdI/s320/guess+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dead* yes that is a box. ahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981901036867039201-3632417694453793799?l=382star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/feeds/3632417694453793799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981901036867039201&amp;postID=3632417694453793799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/3632417694453793799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/3632417694453793799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/2007/09/guess-who.html' title='guess who'/><author><name>e</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RwA-Tl0k3hI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vynXnAZDcdI/s72-c/guess+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981901036867039201.post-2937987179721038291</id><published>2007-09-25T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T10:59:21.422-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jackson family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mayfair challenge'/><title type='text'>keeping up with the jacksons</title><content type='html'>yeah, so keeping up to date with 10 families is totally taunting and confusing. initially i had planned to put all 20 kids plus my legacy kids in college at the same time. then i came back to reality and realized that would take forever. so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna put my favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sims&lt;/span&gt; and maybe some whose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ltws&lt;/span&gt; are career related. eh. we'll see. at any rate i will always play my favorites - the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jacksons&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hernandezes&lt;/span&gt;. since the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt; requires they marry out of the 10 origin families, i will have to age up all 20 kids and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; see what happens from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let's check in on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jacksons&lt;/span&gt;. [note: half of these pictures were before i went high detail, so they're pretty crappy. sorry :)] so the first few are just catching you up to where we are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so reminder: this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;greg&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;denise&lt;/span&gt;. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;denise&lt;/span&gt; has gone through maybe 5 makeovers and outfit changes). also the house used to be much bigger but my laptop couldn't handle (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;whomp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;whomp&lt;/span&gt;) so the house looks different in recent pics. anyways, this is the richest couple in town. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;denise&lt;/span&gt; is a trophy wife, but she's smarter than she lets on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Rvkd010k3eI/AAAAAAAAAPk/0PDdpD8SSyw/s1600-h/greg+and+denise+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114151645493911010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Rvkd010k3eI/AAAAAAAAAPk/0PDdpD8SSyw/s320/greg+and+denise+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;greg&lt;/span&gt; and baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;garry&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;presh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Rvkd1F0k3fI/AAAAAAAAAPs/agH97akt458/s1600-h/greg+and+garry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114151649788878322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Rvkd1F0k3fI/AAAAAAAAAPs/agH97akt458/s320/greg+and+garry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;garry&lt;/span&gt; grew to be a toddler. happy birthday boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Rvkd1F0k3gI/AAAAAAAAAP0/yvIwK7ulcv4/s1600-h/garry%27s+birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114151649788878338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Rvkd1F0k3gI/AAAAAAAAAP0/yvIwK7ulcv4/s320/garry%27s+birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Rvkdl10k3ZI/AAAAAAAAAO8/4SkhmXJbams/s1600-h/Denise+and+Garry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114151387795873170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Rvkdl10k3ZI/AAAAAAAAAO8/4SkhmXJbams/s320/Denise+and+Garry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and then came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;nicole&lt;/span&gt;. i doubt i have baby pics of her. she has the most hair on a toddler &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Rvkdl10k3aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZETjfT-jb6k/s1600-h/denise+and+nicole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114151387795873186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Rvkdl10k3aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZETjfT-jb6k/s320/denise+and+nicole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvkdmF0k3bI/AAAAAAAAAPM/A03G2l2Lg48/s1600-h/greg+and+nicole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114151392090840498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvkdmF0k3bI/AAAAAAAAAPM/A03G2l2Lg48/s320/greg+and+nicole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;nicole&lt;/span&gt; grew up. she's still a cutey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvkdmV0k3cI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ET0VJjxygFw/s1600-h/close+up+nicole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114151396385807810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvkdmV0k3cI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ET0VJjxygFw/s320/close+up+nicole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;garry&lt;/span&gt; grew to a teen. i like how the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;sims&lt;/span&gt; automatically put him in baggy clothes. eh stereotype much (they did the same with john. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ahaha&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Rvkdml0k3dI/AAAAAAAAAPc/w_siryTaIoY/s1600-h/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114151400680775122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Rvkdml0k3dI/AAAAAAAAAPc/w_siryTaIoY/s320/birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a quick makeover. put the dreads in a pony tail and update the outfit. why you thinking about babies son. you're way too young and still the big V. but glad you're ready to begin generation 2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;holla&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stats: pleasure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;sim&lt;/span&gt; (ugh)&lt;br /&gt;turn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;ons&lt;/span&gt;: full face makeup/ black hair&lt;br /&gt;turn offs: hats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvkdP10k3UI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ZJWSNxA5QX8/s1600-h/babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114151009838751042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvkdP10k3UI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ZJWSNxA5QX8/s320/babies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ahah&lt;/span&gt; so for his birthday his parents got him a car - just the crappiest one i can get. you WILL learn the value of a dollar son. he'll still prob be the only kid in college with a car. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvkdP10k3VI/AAAAAAAAAOc/-YkYigM8hfw/s1600-h/cars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114151009838751058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvkdP10k3VI/AAAAAAAAAOc/-YkYigM8hfw/s320/cars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;greg&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;denise&lt;/span&gt; were going far in their respective careers. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;greg&lt;/span&gt; is now the president, which means he goes to work in a limo and basically owns all the other adults in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;jacksonville&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. he's the captain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvkdQF0k3WI/AAAAAAAAAOk/hoGq_joT5gA/s1600-h/ballin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114151014133718370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvkdQF0k3WI/AAAAAAAAAOk/hoGq_joT5gA/s320/ballin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so i wanted to see if there was any chemistry. (i always wanted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;garry&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;clara&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;hernandez&lt;/span&gt; to get together). but look at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;homegirl&lt;/span&gt;. chill. you're 14 and you want that rock already? can't tell if she's a gold digger or genuinely interested. they have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;bff's&lt;/span&gt; since first grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvkdQV0k3XI/AAAAAAAAAOs/nfDbFTCfp2o/s1600-h/clara+stop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114151018428685682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvkdQV0k3XI/AAAAAAAAAOs/nfDbFTCfp2o/s320/clara+stop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;garry&lt;/span&gt; quickly killed the moment. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;garry&lt;/span&gt;, you're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;wack&lt;/span&gt; for this. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;nicole's&lt;/span&gt; in the background thinking, "my bro is a moron and will never get the kitty." wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvkdQl0k3YI/AAAAAAAAAO0/jZjR-pdiY5U/s1600-h/jerko+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114151022723652994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvkdQl0k3YI/AAAAAAAAAO0/jZjR-pdiY5U/s320/jerko+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somehow, someway, they ended up in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;hot tub&lt;/span&gt;... and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;cuddlefest&lt;/span&gt; 2007 began&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114150228154703138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvkciV0k3SI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1skpcDt7oLg/s320/cuddle+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114150228154703154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvkciV0k3TI/AAAAAAAAAOM/QLlxekmR9yQ/s320/cuddle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then someone caught feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114150223859735826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvkciF0k3RI/AAAAAAAAAN8/vl-H6sIEstU/s320/feelings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;back massage&lt;/span&gt; later, someone had fallen super hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114150219564768514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Rvkch10k3QI/AAAAAAAAAN0/zZ4fuVoZyMI/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guess you're not as bad with the ladies at i thought. when they toasted each other i almost died. rich teens would be drinking, huh? what is this, gossip girl?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was really annoying b/c &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;clara&lt;/span&gt; was in love and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;garry&lt;/span&gt; just had a crush.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;booo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114150215269801202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Rvkchl0k3PI/AAAAAAAAANs/0IcLnbsJ5O8/s320/drinking.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;clara&lt;/span&gt; hung around all day so her relationship bar with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;greg&lt;/span&gt; was in the 30s. until he did this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114149592499543266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Rvkb9V0k3OI/AAAAAAAAANk/a9DhMeGig6A/s320/creepy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dude, you're creeping both me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;clara&lt;/span&gt; out. stop that. i really caught this too late and couldn't stop it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;greg&lt;/span&gt; better stop trying to get friendly with the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114149588204575954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Rvkb9F0k3NI/AAAAAAAAANc/tM7mbvB4IQ4/s320/jerko+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i can already tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;garry&lt;/span&gt; is a jerk and going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;hand full&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not fast enough to stop him from being an idiot. sneaky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; bastard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981901036867039201-2937987179721038291?l=382star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/feeds/2937987179721038291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981901036867039201&amp;postID=2937987179721038291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/2937987179721038291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/2937987179721038291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/2007/09/keeping-up-with-jacksons.html' title='keeping up with the jacksons'/><author><name>e</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Rvkd010k3eI/AAAAAAAAAPk/0PDdpD8SSyw/s72-c/greg+and+denise+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981901036867039201.post-2649422817810653003</id><published>2007-09-21T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T23:36:17.827-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jackson family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mayfair challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hernandez family'/><title type='text'>welcome to Jacksonville</title><content type='html'>so i'm going to take a small break from legacy to continue the mayfair challege. i played one family last night and was mad confused about where i had left them. it made me feel a little sad. so i'll use this entry to introduce them. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the premise of the mayfair challege is to start with 10 families and have them have kids. the challenge ends when each family has been married into the mayfair family and there's still one household with one of the 9 origin last names. i thought it would be really easy except i had 80% boys first generation, so i figure it'll take 3 or 4 generations to end. (still better than the 10 of legacy).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so to do this i created Jacksonville. and they were the only families in it - so most of the households are family friends. which is cute. so small town, like where i'm originally from. Of course i put my latest legacy family there and will most likely move my "not" legacy household there in the near future. (i miss eve).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so without further ado: the 10 origin families of the mayfair challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112706818495536178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvP7w10k3DI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0i75jBP8OnY/s320/Jackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greg and Denise Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Greg: family, ltw: grad 3 kids from college, 5 neat, 8 shy, 6 lazy, 3 playful, 3 nice, aries&lt;br /&gt;Denise: knowledge, ltw: top of gamer career, 2 neat, 8 shy, 2 lazy, 6 playful, 7 nice, libra)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the jackson family. this town is their namesake. they are the oldest (and richest!) family in jacksonville. greg's family founded the town many many years ago. Greg and Denise love it here. they were high school sweethearts, dated through college, got married and started a family (you'll meet them later). The town is still pretty small, but growing very fast. although the jacksons are significantly richer than everyone, they are extremely down to earth. they make a point of knowing everyone in town (i think they've been in every welcome wagon). they always have different families over for dinner and parties. they have built many public spaces for everyone to enjoy - including Jackson park, Jackson cemetary and Jackson pool. they hope Jacksonville remains a place everyone wants to move to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as for children, they currently have two - Greg and Denise (you'll meet them later) and they are raising them to be as down to earth as they can. the children attend public school and are involved in many extracurricular activites - swim team, soccer, the school band, etc. you can't be bougie without being in jack-n-jill, to they do that too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112706827085470834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvP7xV0k3HI/AAAAAAAAAMs/AFJiOfFU37U/s320/Davidson+fam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Donald and Katherine Davidson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Donald: fortune, ltw: top of adventurere career, 5 neat, 8 shy, 6 lazy, 3 serious, 3 nice&lt;br /&gt;Katherine: family, ltw: raise 20 pups or kittens, 2 neat, 8 shy, 2 lazy, 6 serious, 7 nice)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Donald and Katherine are typical yuppies. These conservative republicans hold traditional values and plan to raise their children to upstanding citizens. Sometimes they can be offensive, but the don't know any better. they can't tell whether to be excited or afraid of how diverse the town is becoming. all these different races, these different classes. oh my. they try to be tolerant but they can't help but be cautious. with donald be a police lutinent and katherine serving in the military, i sure feel sorry for anyone who messes with these two. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;these two want the american dream, complete with a picket white fence, 2.5 kids and a puppy. as you will soon see, they are on the right track.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112706827085470818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvP7xV0k3GI/AAAAAAAAAMk/hFK23fXWMsU/s320/Hernandez+fam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jimmy and Telma Hernandez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jimmy: knowledge, ltw: criminal mastermind, 4 neat, 10 shy, 4 lazy, 4 serious, 3 nice, leo&lt;br /&gt;Telma: family, ltw: grad 3 kids from college, 4 neat, 4 shy, 4 lazy, 7 serious, 6 nice, aquarius)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;everyone loves this family. they are super chill and fun. never any drama with these two. their motto "don't worry be happy" good things just seem to happen to them and they pass on those good vibes. they just moved over from the next town over because jacksonville has a better school system. they look forward to life in this new town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112706822790503506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvP7xF0k3FI/AAAAAAAAAMc/oJBLd8AgPDs/s320/Kim+fam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Larry and Mindy Kim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Larry: popularity, ltw: top of journalism, 4 neat, 7 shy, 8 lazy, 3 serious, 3 nice, gemini&lt;br /&gt;Mindy: fortune, ltw: top of law, 2 neat, 3 shy, 9 lazy, 7 serious, 4 nice, sagittarious)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this family is all about appearance. it only matters how things look from the outside. they wear the sharpest clothes, live in the largest house and they always want more. too bad their house is practically empty on the inside and their car is a rental. will they be able to keep up this charade? larry does all the cooking and cleaning. mindy is obsessed with her career. is there space in this routine for children? well there has to be, who else will carry on the kim name?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112706822790503490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvP7xF0k3EI/AAAAAAAAAMU/zNZFtYcenrc/s320/Mendoza+fam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carlos and Maria Mendoza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Carlos: knowledge, ltw: top of ed, 9 neat, 2 shy, 5 lazy, 3 serious, 5 nice, virgo&lt;br /&gt;Maria: knowledge, ltw: top of journalism, 5 neat, 3 shy, 7 lazy, 3 serious, 7 nice, pisces)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;young, urban, trendy. the mendoza's just arrived from sunny los angeles. although life wasn't so sunny there. carlos' older brother is heavily involved in gangs and it was becoming unsafe for the entire family. it was really hard on the family for carlos to leave since they were so close, but carlos couldn't risk him or his fiance maria getting hurt. besides they had just found out she was pregnant. carlos' brother gave him some money and then took him to the air port. although they miss the eternal sunshine of cali, nothing beats feeling of security jacksonville provides.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112707033243901058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvP79V0k3II/AAAAAAAAAM0/koeAFD1qyjI/s320/Morris+fam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elliot and Nancy Morris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Elliot: family, ltw: marry off 6 kids, 4 neat, 4 shy, 4 lazy, 7 serious, 6 nice, aquarious&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: knowledge, ltw: top of journalism, 4 neat, 10 shy, 4 lazy, 4 serious, 3 nice, leo)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;both products of single parent households, these two believe in the union of marriage and refuse to raise children unless both parents are involved. that said, they did not rush into marriage or child rearing. down to earth and simple with simple values, they are easily the most popular family in jacksonville, aside from the jacksons of course (nancy is best friends with someone in every fam).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112707037538868370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvP79l0k3JI/AAAAAAAAAM8/88sBlBBcsmc/s320/Seong+fam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John and Sandra Seong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(John: family, ltw: top of ed, 4 neat, 4 shy, 4 lazy, 7 serious, 6 nice, aquarius&lt;br /&gt;Sandra: money, ltw: top of law, 5 neat, 8 shy, 6 lazy, 3 serious, 3 nice, aries)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this young family is hoping the military will help pay for their dreams. the risks are high but they know they cannot afford to go to school right now. they have big plans for the future and they know it will involve sacrafice, they hope they won't have to pay the ultimate price for the future they've always dreamed of.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112707037538868386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvP79l0k3KI/AAAAAAAAANE/SgE_ANPsE3c/s320/Singhs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Binh and Leena Singh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Binh: family, ltw: grad 3 kids from college, 5 neat, 8 shy, 6 lazy, 3 serious, 3 nice, aries&lt;br /&gt;Leena: family, ltw: reach golden anniversary, 5 neat, 5 shy, 5 lazy, 5 serious, 5 nice, cancer)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;will they be able to raise their children in the traditional ways of their homeland in the increasingly diverse jacksonville? recently relocated from queens, ny, the singhs were expecting more Indian families in the neighborhood, but at least they've found a small community here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112707037538868402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvP79l0k3LI/AAAAAAAAANM/vt6XwnzvFHI/s320/Tate+fam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alvin and Kelly Tate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Alvin: popularity, ltw: top of jornalism, 7 neat, 4 shy, 1 lazy, 8 serious, 5 nice, capricorn&lt;br /&gt;Kelly: family, ltw: marry off 6 children, 6 neat, 3 shy, 6 lazy, 4 serious, 6 nice, cancer)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;after fleeing from the racial hatred they faced in jena, la, the tates quickly relocated to the more tolerant jacksonville. they hope they'll be able to raise their family in an accepting society and teach them all they've learned. they don't want their children learning the ways of the world the hard way. carefree and funloving, the tates aren't exactly the best when it comes to financial management, they hope to get their money game in gear so their children won't have to suffer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112707037538868418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvP79l0k3MI/AAAAAAAAANU/I5DVaEHculQ/s320/Watson+fam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thomas and Lizze Watson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thomas: pleasure, ltw: 50 dream dates, 6 neat, 5 shy, 8 lazy, 3 serious, 3 nice, scorpio&lt;br /&gt;Lizzie: family, ltw: marry off 6 kids, 5 neat, 5 shy, 3 lazy, 8 serious, 4 nice, taurus)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and finally, the watson family. don't let the rocker clothes fool you, these two have surprisingly traditional values and plan to impart them on their children when they are born. they believe in freedom of expression, but they also believe in the word of the lord. you will find them in church every sunday... in the front row. born agains, they no longer drink, do drugs or even swear. they learned their lesson the hard way after thomas od'ed in high school. they moved to jacksonville to get a fresh start and to get away as far away from temptation as they possibly could.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981901036867039201-2649422817810653003?l=382star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/feeds/2649422817810653003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981901036867039201&amp;postID=2649422817810653003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/2649422817810653003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/2649422817810653003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/2007/09/welcome-to-jacksonville.html' title='welcome to Jacksonville'/><author><name>e</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvP7w10k3DI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0i75jBP8OnY/s72-c/Jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981901036867039201.post-4518299673152993103</id><published>2007-09-19T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T11:11:30.819-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legacy - generation 1'/><title type='text'>the family grows...</title><content type='html'>so i took the plunge and downloaded a new default skin. and now everyone looks so different. look at katelyn! she looks good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvHvGmmpq1I/AAAAAAAAALk/qyZwiDrnYPY/s1600-h/new+texture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112129948763138898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvHvGmmpq1I/AAAAAAAAALk/qyZwiDrnYPY/s320/new+texture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so when we left off, john was a baby and the only man in her mom's life. and he still is. look at this lil man. (i took this pic before the new default...whomp whomp). anyways, kanye wasn't as slow as katelyn thought he was. although it was hard working all night, he did much better staying up all day. in fact, he was a mini mr. mom. he potty trained john and taught him to talk. now katelyn was the one who was missing everything. now she was always at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvHulmmpquI/AAAAAAAAAKs/yF5L0yUsYus/s1600-h/john+toddle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112129381827455714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvHulmmpquI/AAAAAAAAAKs/yF5L0yUsYus/s320/john+toddle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but those days were short lived, because as a romance sim, she only had one want that i could fulfill without destroying the family. *ahem.* so pretty soon she was pregnant again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvHulmmpqvI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ii8wLJFdgME/s1600-h/preggers+again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112129381827455730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvHulmmpqvI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ii8wLJFdgME/s320/preggers+again.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;soon they welcomed a baby girl - &lt;strong&gt;aaliyah&lt;/strong&gt;. what an angel. she was such a good baby. she hardly every cried. and she was a trooper. the house was undergoing major renovations, and she was still as calm and quiet as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvHul2mpqwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Pi7DAJRrvtE/s1600-h/baby+aaliyah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112129386122423042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvHul2mpqwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Pi7DAJRrvtE/s320/baby+aaliyah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i guess kanye was having a bad day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvHul2mpqxI/AAAAAAAAALE/ABMzX2kxDAk/s1600-h/snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112129386122423058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvHul2mpqxI/AAAAAAAAALE/ABMzX2kxDAk/s320/snowman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; john grew into a handsome young man. (his stats: sloppy 5, outgoing 8, playful 9, serious 3, grouchy 1 (ouch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112129940173204258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvHvGGmpqyI/AAAAAAAAALM/JxT37ELdbC4/s320/kid+john.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wasn't the only one growing. aaliyah is probably the cutest lil sim toddler ever. she pretty played with toys her whole toddler hood. kanye and katelyn jobs were crazy and they were always tired. john was always in the red for fun. it was not the best of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112129944468171570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvHvGWmpqzI/AAAAAAAAALU/LHNbeUDZ7d4/s320/daddy%27s+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love this pic.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112129944468171586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvHvGWmpq0I/AAAAAAAAALc/YEDp_G_tDU0/s320/mama%27s+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katelyn kept getting promotions. she starred in a few wac arnold's commercial. she hated the costume, but the money was right. it was short lived and she was quickly promoted to cartoon character voice. the hours were more regular, so she could spend more time with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112130086202092402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvHvOmmpq3I/AAAAAAAAAL0/3UTXBh8lVHM/s320/dumb+cosume.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john wasn't the smartest bulb. he kept drinking the bubbles... then choked on it. then drank it again! whomp whomp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112135940242516882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvH0jWmpq5I/AAAAAAAAAME/Gk0yApe-V4M/s320/eat+bubbles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;aaliyah finally grew into a kid. she's still a cutie. (but her stats are also wac: sloppy 5, outgoing 9, playful 9, serious 3 and grouchy 1 (double ouch!).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112130086202092418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvHvOmmpq4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/pScnrmz0oms/s320/kid+aaliyah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this wasn't the most exciting update but john turns into a kid in a couple of days so it'll be exciting to see what his aspirations are. also, i'm gonna start introducing the mayfair families as all the kids will be going to college together. (booo to college again - and with 20 sim young adults....ack. i'm thinking every other generation will go to college, so sad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, it's late. peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981901036867039201-4518299673152993103?l=382star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/feeds/4518299673152993103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981901036867039201&amp;postID=4518299673152993103' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/4518299673152993103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/4518299673152993103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-i-took-plunge-and-downloaded-new.html' title='the family grows...'/><author><name>e</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RvHvGmmpq1I/AAAAAAAAALk/qyZwiDrnYPY/s72-c/new+texture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981901036867039201.post-1895066237370912449</id><published>2007-09-16T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T23:02:59.372-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legacy - generation 1'/><title type='text'>growing up</title><content type='html'>so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kanye&lt;/span&gt; finally made it to Jacksonville. his realtor told him it was a fixer upper but damn! it was just a structure - no paint, no siding, no nothing. eh. well the best thing about being down is the only way to go up. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ru3p7jg60CI/AAAAAAAAAJU/V6Fi63xV3pk/s1600-h/original+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110998361490247714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ru3p7jg60CI/AAAAAAAAAJU/V6Fi63xV3pk/s320/original+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kanye&lt;/span&gt; moved all his stuff in and started making plans about how to accomplish his dreams. in the meantime, he took a science job. the pay was good but the work was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;boooring&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as soon as he was fairly settled, he asked Katelyn to move in and of course she said yes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;. and when she came, she came with money, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kanye&lt;/span&gt; could afford to make a separate bedroom... he needed some privacy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katelyn grew up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ru3p7jg60DI/AAAAAAAAAJc/oQrtWCal1rw/s1600-h/grow+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110998361490247730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ru3p7jg60DI/AAAAAAAAAJc/oQrtWCal1rw/s320/grow+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for years, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kanye&lt;/span&gt; had tried in vain to get Katelyn to stop dying her hair blond. it wasn't natural, and although she was gorgeous no matter what, he thought she'd look better with something a little darker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ru3p7zg60EI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xmtWkPk4I5s/s1600-h/blond+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110998365785215042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ru3p7zg60EI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xmtWkPk4I5s/s320/blond+hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;conceded&lt;/span&gt;, but went overboard and came back with black hair. eh, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. but it was too drastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ru3p7zg60FI/AAAAAAAAAJs/KVrzwEvSU0k/s1600-h/black+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110998365785215058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ru3p7zg60FI/AAAAAAAAAJs/KVrzwEvSU0k/s320/black+hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at this point her poor hair had been so damaged, the hairdresser had to cut most of it off. but at least it was a natural color - and now it was healthy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ru3p7zg60GI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XFmVqvNxYU0/s1600-h/brown+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110998365785215074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ru3p7zg60GI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XFmVqvNxYU0/s320/brown+hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she looks good! she quickly landed a job as a body double. her body was right. hey. the pay was awesome. she decided to stick with this gig for a little while. she was young and in shape! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;they were so happy they got married right away. no need for a big celebration, but her dress sure was something special.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111000092362068082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ru3rgTg60HI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gEkljIrhQdU/s320/wedding+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; pretty soon, she was throwing up all over the place. not so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111000448844353730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ru3r1Dg60MI/AAAAAAAAAKk/pa4sxrGEdIU/s320/vom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;she wished &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kanye&lt;/span&gt; was home more but he was always out. what she didn't know was that he had switched careers and was well on his way to becoming a criminal mastermind. he couldn't bring himself to tell her. and now she was pregnant! the money was just too good to let go. everything she wanted, he could now get her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111000096657035410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ru3rgjg60JI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qATFuSYiE7U/s320/hi+baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;she was getting big and he was just working and working and working. if it was any other guy, she'd be worried he was cheating on her, but he worshipped the ground she walked on. when she woke up, there was breakfast for her. when she came home, dinner was made. but he was rarely there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111000100952002722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ru3rgzg60KI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jt0lFz6Tue8/s320/big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;he wasn't even there when she had their first child. he tried to make it up to her by buying her a car and building a garage, but it didn't do much. she needed attention and affection, and she was practically beating men off with a stick, but a girl can only take so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but right now, the only man who had her heart right now was her new son, John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111000105246970034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ru3rhDg60LI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HvvrC9TmLW4/s320/john.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981901036867039201-1895066237370912449?l=382star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/feeds/1895066237370912449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981901036867039201&amp;postID=1895066237370912449' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/1895066237370912449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/1895066237370912449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/2007/09/growing-up.html' title='growing up'/><author><name>e</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ru3p7jg60CI/AAAAAAAAAJU/V6Fi63xV3pk/s72-c/original+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981901036867039201.post-6477426688319120038</id><published>2007-09-16T12:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T12:42:22.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a note about jacksonville</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;so i orignially created jacksonville for the mayfair challenge.  so it just has the 10 origin families for the challenge, the huxtables (just a fam for fun) and now kanye.  i still have not figured out the best way to post (or even to play) the mayfairs, so any suggestions would be appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;382*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981901036867039201-6477426688319120038?l=382star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/feeds/6477426688319120038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981901036867039201&amp;postID=6477426688319120038' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/6477426688319120038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/6477426688319120038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/2007/09/note-about-jacksonville.html' title='a note about jacksonville'/><author><name>e</name><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-3981901036867039201.post-4639173498420117977</id><published>2007-09-16T11:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T12:38:23.976-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legacy - generation 1'/><title type='text'>the best years of your life?</title><content type='html'>oh college. the best years of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for his first two years, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kanye&lt;/span&gt; stayed pretty much to himself. he was still so hurt by his ex and way to scared to go out and meet more people. he spent a lot of time on his studies and talking to his professors. he managed to write one more independent studies paper AND a thesis. you over achiever you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but junior year something strange happened. he was at the gym minding his business, trying to preserve his sexy, and she walked in. Katelyn Tan. She was just mellow and her laugh - wow, he'd never heard anything like it (neither have i, it's really distinctive. ha). they hung out, played chess even went on a date. she was great. she didn't call all the time to check up on him, was always happy to see him, they never argued.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110833048199024418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ru1TlDg6zyI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Fe0bpNYK030/s320/first+kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110833052493991730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ru1TlTg6zzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ZrBMhuhocDs/s320/cuddle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so it was great. he was dating again and it wasn't affecting his grades or anything. in fact, he still had tons of time to devote to his favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;past time&lt;/span&gt;. he played so much chess he maxed out his senior year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110833920077385586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ru1UXzg6z3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/rUv3Yc6PPAw/s320/max+out+logic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;that wasn't the only exciting that happened senior year. one night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kanye&lt;/span&gt; was dead asleep when he heard a pounding on his door. "what in the....?" he thought. then the door was busted open and this chick was making chicken noises. now he was angry!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh hell no! Get outta here girl! I'm trying to get some sleep!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silence! You don't speak. Just turn around and do what I say and there will be no problems.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110833052493991746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ru1TlTg6z0I/AAAAAAAAAHk/r2ZpXh8QxCc/s320/intiation+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;what was happening?!?! he'd never been arrested his whole life and now this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110833056788959058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ru1Tljg6z1I/AAAAAAAAAHs/ABkwOxWqm5E/s320/intiation+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A limo? This is crazy! I knew i should have gone to Columbia instead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;blindfolded and handcuffed, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kanye&lt;/span&gt; was beginning to panic, but he couldn't go out like a punk. he jut sat silently for what seemed like hours. finally they took off the blindfolds and handcuffs and this is what he saw:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110839851427221522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ru1ZxDg60BI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Ii5YeLGDE-w/s320/secrety+society+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;secrety&lt;/span&gt; society, all we ask is trust. it's the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ROC&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kanye&lt;/span&gt; was a member of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ROC&lt;/span&gt;! that's crazy. and guess who else was one too - that's right Katelyn. he was so happy he could share this moment with her. they were so connected. when he got home, he felt like a new man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110833920077385602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ru1UXzg6z4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/tQ1EOpK3o5U/s320/part+of+the+society.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when he got home, he had one thing on his mind. one last thing to do before he left school. he needed to show Katelyn she was the one he had been waiting for. the next day over brunch, he popped the big question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110833924372352914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ru1UYDg6z5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/8_3Z6X7VPao/s320/engagement+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110833924372352930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ru1UYDg6z6I/AAAAAAAAAIU/LlJvc5BN9OM/s320/engagement+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110833924372352946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ru1UYDg6z7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/KI7bKU08gVc/s320/that+ring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she said yes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt; she had actually said yes!&lt;/em&gt; this has been the best year of his life. and now he was going to graduate with a 4.0. crazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;he had been reading in Black Enterprise that Jacksonville was one of the top places for Black families. tt was up and coming, so it was affordable. and there was barely any crime, a great place to start his crime empire (remember, his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ltw&lt;/span&gt; is to be a criminal mastermind). so Jacksonville was the place to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;he finished purchasing everything he would need for his new place. now he had a big boy room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110838459857817538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ru1YgDg6z8I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hjdWx0K5Fow/s320/big+boy+room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;all he has to do is call and cab and kiss Katelyn goodbye. they agreed to wait until she finished her studies before they got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110838464152784850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ru1YgTg6z9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/-M5VU0euFkA/s320/good+bye+kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110838477037686770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ru1YhDg6z_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/9ZVOGtVmsIE/s320/adult.jpg" border="0" /&gt;all grown up. i don't know about this outfit... ha. guess you should wear a suit when you're going to meet the realtor...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110839331736178690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ru1ZSzg60AI/AAAAAAAAAJE/cxAfhZ7xZrQ/s320/good+bye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;peace out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kanye&lt;/span&gt;! See you in Jacksonville.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981901036867039201-4639173498420117977?l=382star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/feeds/4639173498420117977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981901036867039201&amp;postID=4639173498420117977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/4639173498420117977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/4639173498420117977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/2007/09/best-years-of-your-life.html' title='the best years of your life?'/><author><name>e</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ru1TlDg6zyI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Fe0bpNYK030/s72-c/first+kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981901036867039201.post-416120704720748779</id><published>2007-09-15T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T10:08:46.844-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legacy - generation 1'/><title type='text'>legacy challenge... take two</title><content type='html'>ok ok i've read the rules thoroughly and i'm gonna do it right this time. ha. i was reading &lt;a href="http://sims.silvertuesday.com/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; and what i really like about her game play is that she makes it more realistic. why half ass it, although i don't have enough comp skills to do everything. she makes her sims pay for EVERYTHING she has to pay for - including the newspaper and trash pick up. wow. when i get my new desktop perhaps i'll invest the time to figure out all those hacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that said, i may tweak the challenges to have them make more sense. i will also have my sims play with more sense. so my legacy founder will hopefully leave with just as much junk as i did when i finished college - meaning, he will at least have a bed, bookcase, computer (who doesn't own one these days?!), cell phone, ipod (i call em what they are in real life) and dresser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find uni to be the most boring expansion pack ever - but i like it when my sim adults have some skills before the enter the world... so here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet KANYE JENKINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110427766495039218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ruvi-jg6zvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5_Y67HSrDdc/s320/founder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;knowledge sim - ltw: criminal mastermind (of course)&lt;br /&gt;sloppy - 5, outgoing - 8, lazy - 6, serious - 3, grouchy - 3&lt;br /&gt;turn ons: black hair, makeup&lt;br /&gt;turn offs: stink&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so i'm totally naming all my heirs for artists that i like, so this should be interesting. ha. i picked jenkins because it's oh so black. ahahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;at any rate. all characters come with baggage and he is no different. so right before he left for college he walked in on his high school sweetheart and his bother. ack. she just smiled and continued her business. she wouldn't even stop! and all his brother said "don't hate the player..." he was so done with women, but not into men, so he was just stuck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;he went off to college and focused all his energy into his schoolwork. who needs girls when you can be productive? his first semester and he's already completed one independent studies project. it was entitled, "chickenheads and younger siblings: a scientific exploration of the attraction." he got an a of course and thought this writing biz is easy! he began writing his first novel - currently untitled. it's just rambling right now, but it'll come together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110432357815078674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuvnJzg6zxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/9wsQHT-xZ-4/s320/smarty+pants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll prob take a while to update as i hate uni. blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981901036867039201-416120704720748779?l=382star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/feeds/416120704720748779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981901036867039201&amp;postID=416120704720748779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/416120704720748779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/416120704720748779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/2007/09/legacy-challenge-take-two.html' title='legacy challenge... take two'/><author><name>e</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ruvi-jg6zvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5_Y67HSrDdc/s72-c/founder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981901036867039201.post-691441299390198292</id><published>2007-09-14T01:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T01:46:35.819-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wilsons'/><title type='text'>bundles of joy and other surprises</title><content type='html'>mm, so when we left off Dirk headed off to college and Jaden was just born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Dirk gone, the house felt so empty. Darren decided to continue painting and stay at home and take care of the baby. He thought about how much of Dirk's childhood he had missed by always being at work and he didn't want that kind of childhood for his other children. He was glad to be rebuilding he relationship with Dirk and he wanted to make sure he was there for his new children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaden grew up well. She was the apple of her parents eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109925208076766834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoZ5zg6znI/AAAAAAAAAF8/sViNwyc2t_U/s320/eve+and+jaden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was cute as a button and artistically inclined just like her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109925650458398354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoaTjg6zpI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UhDj7KjMXq0/s320/jadens+a+protegy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren was there for everything. He helped Jaden get dressed and made her a special breakfast and dinner for her first day of school. Eve made it home just in time to see Jaden get off the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she felt terrible about missing everything. She also wasn't feeling so good physically. She kept catching the flu. Between being away at work, doctors apointments and bed rest, she was missing all of Jaden's childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109925324040883842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoaAjg6zoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/89neDoa1mhM/s320/eve+is+sick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this concerned Darren but the doctors didn't know what was going on. somehow she became pregnant and Jasmine came along but Eve kept getting sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109925856616828578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ruoafjg6zqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/G-RufQB72tw/s320/jasmine%27s+birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile Cassandra just couldn't let it go. She still occasionally showed up at the house unannounced. Both Darren and Eve ignored her, but they agreed she would probably continue to do this until he spoke to her. So he picked a public place and she came looking like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109928802964393698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuodLDg6zuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/dg_jVC4AG7s/s320/cassandra+is+preggers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren could not believe his eyes. My how she'd grown. She was a woman now. The sat down to dinner and Cassandra told him all about the drama that had been unfolding at the Goth household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Firstly, she finally married Don and he seemed to have changed his cheating ways. They were both so happy!  but before she knew it, Don had played himself again. as it turns out, both Don and Morty (her father) had been seeing Dina Caliente. Morty was beginning to take thier relationship to the next level... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109924812939775570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoZizg6zlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cLcWZxV5g1Y/s320/dina+got+caught.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don just busted in the room. Horrified, he watched as his jump off was with his new father in law. And he snapped and was so upset. It was just terrible. Then Morty asked Dina to move in.  And then to marry him.    and now she was pregnant.  it was madness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Morty and Don now hated each other and they were always fightin.  like REALLY fighting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109926268933689026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/Ruoa3jg6zsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/xjpoxZl3C7s/s320/morty+beating+don.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the house was super tense and with two pregnant woman, it was even wore. ack. but she wanted to know how he was and he told her about the family.  Since Eve was always so sick, she put the whole family on a strict healthy diet - fish and veggies.  it was pretty intense.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and Dirk had finally visited from college, but he brought lillith and it wasn't exactly pretty.  Darren kept catching her making faces like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuobPzg6ztI/AAAAAAAAAGs/m9a62nujxi4/s1600-h/lillith+drama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109926685545516754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuobPzg6ztI/AAAAAAAAAGs/m9a62nujxi4/s320/lillith+drama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'd better watch yourself girl!&lt;/em&gt;  but yeah, life was good. he was happy.  he was happy she was happy.  it was great to see each other again. good time. good memories.  he hoped she worked out all her family drama, but he sure was happy to see her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoZuTg6zmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zsLUZYHMpYA/s1600-h/darren+and+cassandra+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109925010508271202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoZuTg6zmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zsLUZYHMpYA/s320/darren+and+cassandra+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; they hugged and went their seperate ways.  hopefully cassandra got the closure she needed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Darren couldn't wait to get home to his favorite gals: Eve, Jaden and Jasmine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981901036867039201-691441299390198292?l=382star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/feeds/691441299390198292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981901036867039201&amp;postID=691441299390198292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/691441299390198292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/691441299390198292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/2007/09/bundles-of-joy-and-other-surprises.html' title='bundles of joy and other surprises'/><author><name>e</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoZ5zg6znI/AAAAAAAAAF8/sViNwyc2t_U/s72-c/eve+and+jaden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981901036867039201.post-4470872460401865957</id><published>2007-09-14T00:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T01:00:47.312-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wilsons'/><title type='text'>hello goodbye</title><content type='html'>With all that time on her hands from her maternity leave, Eve started thinking long and hard about her future.  Although she was getting paid in her current job, she couldn’t shake the fact that she really really wanted to go into education.  She made the most of her time and researched her way to change her career.  She read you didn’t need to be accredited to become a subsitute teacher, so she waddled down to the Department of Education, put her name on the list and was ready to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, she still had a few more months until she was due.  In the meantime, Darren continued to paint.  He was just about to give up on painting when suddenly people started paying real money for them.  He painted at least one painting a month to sell and then one of Eve.  He loved painting her.  He painted so much he maxed out his creativity level.  Paintings from this artist genius will sell for even more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoT5zg6ziI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8e_qhmSpd2I/s1600-h/maxed+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109918611007000098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoT5zg6ziI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8e_qhmSpd2I/s320/maxed+out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eve was getting bigger and bigger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoTzzg6zhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_vLOJRZr-Fs/s1600-h/big+mama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109918507927784978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoTzzg6zhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_vLOJRZr-Fs/s320/big+mama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was also becoming needy.  She always wanted to snuggle and cuddle and talk.  Dirk stayed clear of her as much as he could.  Darren accepted the fact that painting had to come second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoTtDg6zgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/NJYf4cH6PXE/s1600-h/affection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109918391963667970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoTtDg6zgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/NJYf4cH6PXE/s320/affection.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and he had to admit, he was really enjoying the sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoTnTg6zfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/MLrNwvmyahQ/s1600-h/preggers+sex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109918293179420146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoTnTg6zfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/MLrNwvmyahQ/s320/preggers+sex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; holla!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the summer coming a close and the baby coming soon the family had a little meeting to talk about the future.  Dirk was going to be gone for four years and so much would be different when he returned.  They told him that if he wanted he could move back home for a while and save up some money.  He rolled his eyes but thanked them for the offer.  He told them that he and Lillith had already made plans. To this Darren and Eve rolled their eyes, oh puppy love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoTdzg6zeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/C5LBUbYiY1Q/s1600-h/family+meeting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109918129970662882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoTdzg6zeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/C5LBUbYiY1Q/s320/family+meeting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eve was so busy being tired and hungry and Darren was so busy trying to keep Eve happy that they kind of forgot about Dirk for most of Eve’s pregnancy.  He revealed in this moment and spent a lot of time with Lillith.  One night they snuck out to a house party.  Unfortunately, the cops totally busted it up and Dirk came home in the cop car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoTWDg6zdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/uygkMCTu494/s1600-h/busted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109917996826676690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoTWDg6zdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/uygkMCTu494/s320/busted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But no one even noticed becuase Eve was already in labor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoTPjg6zcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0jPV45zevUY/s1600-h/labor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109917885157526978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoTPjg6zcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0jPV45zevUY/s320/labor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dirk just snuck into his room, pretended to wake up and ran into the room to see his new little sister - Jaden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoTIjg6zbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/P6XaKXLh7MQ/s1600-h/eve+%26+jaden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109917764898442674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoTIjg6zbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/P6XaKXLh7MQ/s320/eve+%26+jaden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He feel in love with her right away.  He ended up spending most of his summer taking care of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoS_jg6zaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/irhlG8BxMB0/s1600-h/sibs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109917610279620002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoS_jg6zaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/irhlG8BxMB0/s320/sibs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If he wasn’t staying up late taking care of Jaden, he was up sneaking out to be with Lillith.  And it was taking a toll on him, look at your boys face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoS0Tg6zZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ENPWchC3xJ4/s1600-h/pizza+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109917417006091666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoS0Tg6zZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ENPWchC3xJ4/s320/pizza+face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His was stressed and it was totally affecting his work.  On the last day of his internship, they informed him they would not need him during the next academic year.  He was crushed but he told his dad "i don’t give a *bleep* i didn’t want that internship anyway!"  He was just excited to be getting out of Pleasantville and heading off to Lennon College - one of the most prestigous in the country!  And Lillith was going to AND they were going to live in the same dorm! Unfortunately her twin sister was also moving into the dorm and that only meant one thing: drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But who cares?! He was finally getting to go to college.  With his departure date coming sooner and sooner, Darren decided to burry the hatchet and try to salvage their relationship.  He stopped criticizing him about his clothes and even told him he was proud of all he’d accomplished.  Dirk was beyond surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109917301041974658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoStjg6zYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TpNZ02UuntY/s320/father+and+son.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Wow, after all these years, it was like he had a family again and now he was leaving.  He thought Eve was pretty cool and she always had his back.  Maybe he would come home after college… or at least visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next few days flew buy, Darren bought him everything he would need for college - including a cell phone so he could call home.  It was an emotional night when Dirk left,  Darren kept hugging him and smiling and i think i even saw a tear in the corner of his eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoSlTg6zXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/w_2a8vdZN3Y/s1600-h/peace+out+son.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109917159308053874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoSlTg6zXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/w_2a8vdZN3Y/s320/peace+out+son.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; peace out Dirk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoScjg6zWI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RL3im8Kxtu8/s1600-h/goodbye+dirk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109917008984198498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoScjg6zWI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RL3im8Kxtu8/s320/goodbye+dirk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981901036867039201-4470872460401865957?l=382star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/feeds/4470872460401865957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981901036867039201&amp;postID=4470872460401865957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/4470872460401865957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/4470872460401865957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello-goodbye.html' title='hello goodbye'/><author><name>e</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoT5zg6ziI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8e_qhmSpd2I/s72-c/maxed+out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981901036867039201.post-5719610392598003817</id><published>2007-09-14T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T00:44:24.712-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wilsons'/><title type='text'>boos, burglaries and babies</title><content type='html'>So when we last left off, Eve had a huge rock on her finger and was a little worried about the future.  I mean, her new step-son was only a few year younger than her, and although Darren wasn't old (yet) he was significantly older than her.  She hoped he wanted children, because she wanted a lot - at least three.  She decided to invite him over to talk it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First she laid on the charm...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoMcjg6zVI/AAAAAAAAADs/AMu_MDXVWYY/s1600-h/big+kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109910411914431826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoMcjg6zVI/AAAAAAAAADs/AMu_MDXVWYY/s320/big+kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and with all that womanly charm, what man could resist?  He confessed he had always wanted more children, but with Darlene's cancer, they were lucky they even had Dirk.  He had been spending weeks trying to figure out how to have this very conversation.  What a relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren enrolled in a debt management course and started getting his affairs in order.  Because money was tight, they decided on a very small, intimate wedding.  They had hoped it would be outside, but there was a terrible thunder storm, so they settled for the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoMSTg6zUI/AAAAAAAAADk/37pq__9JRHI/s1600-h/wedding+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109910235820772674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoMSTg6zUI/AAAAAAAAADk/37pq__9JRHI/s320/wedding+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and of course, a cake shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoMNTg6zTI/AAAAAAAAADc/yDHQHdXVWA8/s1600-h/wedding+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109910149921426738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoMNTg6zTI/AAAAAAAAADc/yDHQHdXVWA8/s320/wedding+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; right after the wedding, Darren felt inspired to paint... Eve, his muse of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoMCDg6zSI/AAAAAAAAADU/NNpYCkklIXw/s1600-h/wedding+portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109909956647898402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoMCDg6zSI/AAAAAAAAADU/NNpYCkklIXw/s320/wedding+portrait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eve believes in creative expression, so she posed in wedding dress for a few hours while Darren painted to his heart's content. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, Dirk felt confined in his tuxedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Darren moved in, he surprised Eve by not only getting his financial situation in order, he had also sold his house, so along with Dirk he bought mad money.  in Eve's mind two words popped up: home remodel!  And with that, she added a room for Dirk, added a bathroom onto her bedroom (making it a master suite), extended and remodeled the kitchen and finally bought that computer she'd been saving for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoL6Tg6zRI/AAAAAAAAADM/AP_G8JdfGTI/s1600-h/house+and+extension.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109909823503912210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoL6Tg6zRI/AAAAAAAAADM/AP_G8JdfGTI/s320/house+and+extension.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoLzjg6zQI/AAAAAAAAADE/WlR9DL3AMhQ/s1600-h/extension+inside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109909707539795202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoLzjg6zQI/AAAAAAAAADE/WlR9DL3AMhQ/s320/extension+inside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For months, Dirk and Darren had been fighting about Dirk's desire to express himself.  Dirk's preferred style was very different from what his father (and his mother for that matter) would prefer, but Eve talked to Darren and explained that as a teenager, Dirk should be allowed to express himself how he saw fit.  What Darren didn't know was that Eve had taken Dirk shopping earlier and he was getting ready to unleash his new style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoLrjg6zPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dDQ-Dt7Hrtc/s1600-h/dirks+new+look.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109909570100841714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoLrjg6zPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dDQ-Dt7Hrtc/s320/dirks+new+look.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes those are skinny pants. *dead* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darren wasn't exactly thrilled, but hey, Dirk hasn't said anything when Darren quit his job and almost ran them into poverty all in the name of creativity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a life!  Eve was married to the man she loved the most and now she had a son too!  But it was time to getting working on those two other kids she and Darren had been talking about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the extra money, Darren finally had the laser eye surgery he so desperately needed.  Now he could finally get rid of those ugly green glasses.  Now that he could see himself clearly, he decided to shape up his facial hair and get some trendy clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks later, Eve wasn’t feeling so hot and she knew what was up.  She had read that exercising through pregnancy made child birth easier, so got her butt in gear and started working out.  Meanwhile, Dirk was relaxing before he went to his after school job.  Somehow, someway, he totally busted up the tv and decided that annoying Eve would be a perfectly fine distraction before work.  While she busted her butt, he shook his and tried out the latest dance moves.  Eve was unamused…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoLkjg6zOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/nbjqEWKbL0w/s1600-h/exercise+and+dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109909449841757410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoLkjg6zOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/nbjqEWKbL0w/s320/exercise+and+dancing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since the wedding, Darren had been on cloud nine.  He’d even had these strange desires…to help Eve around the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cooked....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoLbTg6zNI/AAAAAAAAACs/IacEgpxtI8o/s1600-h/cooking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109909290927967442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoLbTg6zNI/AAAAAAAAACs/IacEgpxtI8o/s320/cooking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he paid the bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoLUzg6zMI/AAAAAAAAACk/npi7xfJJsH4/s1600-h/paying+bills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109909179258817730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoLUzg6zMI/AAAAAAAAACk/npi7xfJJsH4/s320/paying+bills.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He thought life couldn’t get any better… and then Cassandra showed up at the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoLODg6zLI/AAAAAAAAACc/OpEWHXJjLEY/s1600-h/cassandra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109909063294700722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoLODg6zLI/AAAAAAAAACc/OpEWHXJjLEY/s320/cassandra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing like a woman scorned.  Even though Cassandra is engaged to some other man, she and Darren were having an affair.  As soon as he met Eve, Darren stopped seeing Cassandra.  But she couldn’t handle the rejection, and in one of her fits of craziness she actually came to the house.  Darren was smart, told her to never come back again and went into the house. Cassandra couldn’t believe it!  She paraded around the house for a few hours and then realized it was over.  The only reason Eve didn’t notice is because her morning sickness was so bad she spent most of the time day in bed asleep.  Otherwise we know there would have been problems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then more scandal.  Dirk had secretly been seeing Lilith Pleasant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoLFjg6zKI/AAAAAAAAACU/PxzSvobEgJE/s1600-h/lilith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109908917265812642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoLFjg6zKI/AAAAAAAAACU/PxzSvobEgJE/s320/lilith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was yet another decision Darren would not have approved off.  Dirk always waited until his dad got in his painting zone before sneaking out to see his lady love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoK9Dg6zJI/AAAAAAAAACM/FwjTbZIH-q8/s1600-h/dirk+%26+lillith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109908771236924562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoK9Dg6zJI/AAAAAAAAACM/FwjTbZIH-q8/s320/dirk+%26+lillith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He usually got a few hours a night with her.  They were madly in love and couldn’t wait to go to college so they could be together freely.  Dirk debated telling Eve, he knew she’d be cool with it, but that would mean risking his father finding out and Dirk just didn’t want to deal with the drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately there was a different kind of drama they would all have to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoK2Tg6zII/AAAAAAAAACE/-tjgPa1u5CY/s1600-h/robber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109908655272807554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoK2Tg6zII/AAAAAAAAACE/-tjgPa1u5CY/s320/robber.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I guess someone noticed that the Wilsons were coming up in the world.  Fortunately, as part of the house upgrade, Eve installed a super hardcore alarm system.  This fool took one step in the house and it was over.  As usual, the cops beat his ass…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoKvTg6zHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MbdD1F-Fa40/s1600-h/robbery+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109908535013723250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoKvTg6zHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MbdD1F-Fa40/s320/robbery+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and then carted his ass to jail, where he would spend the next five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoKoTg6zGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vn3xfElgCys/s1600-h/robbery+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109908414754638946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoKoTg6zGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vn3xfElgCys/s320/robbery+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;crime doesn’t pay kids.  stay in school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after the robbery, everyone turned to their usual copping mechanisms.  For Eve, it was books.  Darren turned to painting and Dirk turned to cyberland to tell Lilith everything that just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoKaDg6zFI/AAAAAAAAABs/LWD5jX2mha4/s1600-h/coping+mechanisms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109908169941503058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoKaDg6zFI/AAAAAAAAABs/LWD5jX2mha4/s320/coping+mechanisms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but the sun always shines in the morning.  the next day Eve got just the confirmation she needed - a baby bump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoKSTg6zEI/AAAAAAAAABk/jR9S4pcysNM/s1600-h/bump+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109908036797516866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoKSTg6zEI/AAAAAAAAABk/jR9S4pcysNM/s320/bump+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981901036867039201-5719610392598003817?l=382star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/feeds/5719610392598003817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981901036867039201&amp;postID=5719610392598003817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/5719610392598003817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/5719610392598003817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/2007/09/boos-burglaries-and-babies.html' title='boos, burglaries and babies'/><author><name>e</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoMcjg6zVI/AAAAAAAAADs/AMu_MDXVWYY/s72-c/big+kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981901036867039201.post-4725800363392103181</id><published>2007-09-13T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T00:08:51.774-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wilsons'/><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok so when i thought i was doing legacy right, this was my founder. Her name is Eve (for the first woman) and her last name was Wilson (my grandmother's maiden name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoBdTg6y5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fgRxCKdT8EY/s1600-h/eve.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109898330171427730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoBdTg6y5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fgRxCKdT8EY/s320/eve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This was Eve's box - because as you know, they buy the 5x5 lot and use the remaining funds to make their house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109898957236652962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoCBzg6y6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/D2ipQUs1iYg/s320/orignial+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was so pitiful. Eve was young but she but she knew she wanted to start her life right. After leaving her parents' penthouse in the city, Eve was ready to settle down. She purchased as much land as she could and built a tiny pad right in the middle. She knew it was a matter of time before the money started rolling in, but it was harder living on her own than she thought. How she wished she hadn't cut off ties with her family like that before she left...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She quickly landed a job in the military and moved up the totem pole. She was making money, but what's money with no one to share it with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Enter Darren Dreamer (and my fatal legacy mistake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109900692403440578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoDmzg6y8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/A_3okymN3LI/s320/Darren.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was love at first stight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109902668088396754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoFZzg6y9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/-K-yA0q6YVg/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is Darren's story:&lt;br /&gt;He once was married to a lovely woman named Darlene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109902839887088610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoFjzg6y-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/2NM-XeR4Lkw/s320/Darlene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Unfortunately, Darlene died from cancer. Dirk took it the hardest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109903088995191794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoFyTg6y_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/zLMQ9MidgIA/s320/funeral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Upon the death of his beloved wife, Darren quit his (quite lucrative) job and decided to follow his dreams and become a professional painter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109903277973752834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoF9Tg6zAI/AAAAAAAAABE/Cey5-5EcWTA/s320/painting+all+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;While Dirk's grades slipped, Darren's bills were piling up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But back to the story at hand. From the moment he laid eyes on Eve, he knew she was special and couldn't imagine living without her. She was his muse. He wasted no time before he decided to pop the question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109903685995645970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoGVDg6zBI/AAAAAAAAABM/YE1NS7pH8Ow/s320/proposal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eve made him feel alive again and he didn't want that feeling to go away. And he had already checked, she was very cancer free. What a relief!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Look at that rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109904759737469986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoHTjg6zCI/AAAAAAAAABU/nTPSPjeNCWk/s320/the+rock.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Eve shows it off to her new work friend, Melissa. Female friends never really worked out for Eve, but she decided to give it a try. Besides, the only people she knew were Darren, Dirk and every elder white person in town.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Although Even had plans to hold onto her virginity until marriage, Darren was just so darn sexy she couldn't resist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoHrTg6zDI/AAAAAAAAABc/VOVb9c_T0Lo/s1600-h/first+time.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109905167759363122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoHrTg6zDI/AAAAAAAAABc/VOVb9c_T0Lo/s320/first+time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You know what happens next...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She figured that since they were already engaged and were going to get married as soon as it got warmer, it was ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eve's pad was tiny! How was she going to fit her man AND his teenage son into it? With his increasing debt, neither knew how it was going to work out, but they figured their love would get them through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981901036867039201-4725800363392103181?l=382star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/feeds/4725800363392103181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981901036867039201&amp;postID=4725800363392103181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/4725800363392103181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/4725800363392103181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/2007/09/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>e</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FluSo8TWXDE/RuoBdTg6y5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fgRxCKdT8EY/s72-c/eve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981901036867039201.post-6270085233554685790</id><published>2007-09-13T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T23:32:01.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>another again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ok so i had another blog on another site, but the site itself sucked. so i moved over. i suppose i'll just copy and paste my other posts here... there were only three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so i attempted to the legacy challenge but i didn't exactly read the directions so well, so i totally had my legacy marry Darren Dreamer - who isn't a townie or npc. whomp whomp to me. so i gotta start again, but i totally feel in love with the Wilsons, so i'll keep playing them. *shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i will start another legacy soon, and i will eventually get back to the mayfair challenge as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;peace,&lt;br /&gt;382*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981901036867039201-6270085233554685790?l=382star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/feeds/6270085233554685790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981901036867039201&amp;postID=6270085233554685790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/6270085233554685790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981901036867039201/posts/default/6270085233554685790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://382star.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-again.html' title='another again'/><author><name>e</name><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>
