<?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-7887688098063299487</id><updated>2012-01-20T10:30:58.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The House of Morris</title><subtitle type='html'>~A Sims 2 Legacy Challenge</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrislegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887688098063299487/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrislegacy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03773184079079817171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TSYouXnimdI/AAAAAAAAFLE/lzJZSwcT_ss/S220/ACTUALitem117BW.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887688098063299487.post-4833092484691433069</id><published>2012-01-20T09:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T10:24:07.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morris Legacy 2.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9SK5TRXU7LA/TxmsbKMMSgI/AAAAAAAAGGk/2QKt4LwNDEE/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9SK5TRXU7LA/TxmsbKMMSgI/AAAAAAAAGGk/2QKt4LwNDEE/s800/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699776386006010370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Juan Reamon, Callie's husband. Leaving her a single rose after their first date, awww. I changed her aspiration to family and reset her lifetime want I forget how many times now, I started thinking 50 dates was crazy, her new want was to marry off 6 children, which I totally planned on doing but the weird thing is the last time I played with them, her memories say she reached platinum lifetime aspiration. Go figure, must have been a glitch with how many times I changed her aspiration but now they don't have to have 6 kids! Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gGVrGWs6wTE/TxmsaUcj74I/AAAAAAAAGGc/sUsrDCOAysk/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gGVrGWs6wTE/TxmsaUcj74I/AAAAAAAAGGc/sUsrDCOAysk/s800/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699776371579154306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Juan moved in, shortly after that I had about a week long visit from a vampire that he'd gotten into a fight with downtown, talk about annoying, I would constantly ask him to leave and he would show back up uninvited. I was so worried he would turn one of my sims but luckily they all survived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ETGChMcqVQk/TxmsaXUYiPI/AAAAAAAAGGM/Ssi6pmh3mpc/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ETGChMcqVQk/TxmsaXUYiPI/AAAAAAAAGGM/Ssi6pmh3mpc/s800/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699776372350159090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Popping the question, I didn't realize this was where Adam asked Amanda too, must be the way to do it, over pancakes and syrup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-haVyww8MLu8/TxmsKPKLoWI/AAAAAAAAGGA/zriCSmTaq9s/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-haVyww8MLu8/TxmsKPKLoWI/AAAAAAAAGGA/zriCSmTaq9s/s800/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699776095281979746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qmzNv_Hlz70/TxmsJeVZ73I/AAAAAAAAGF0/eoOThQnYsVk/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qmzNv_Hlz70/TxmsJeVZ73I/AAAAAAAAGF0/eoOThQnYsVk/s800/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699776082175717234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0_tJIqe1RVk/TxmsJHwxYvI/AAAAAAAAGFo/8oL-_tMWNJA/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0_tJIqe1RVk/TxmsJHwxYvI/AAAAAAAAGFo/8oL-_tMWNJA/s800/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699776076116484850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They had a great wedding, notice the baby bump? I was trying to start as soon as possible to have 6 kids, now I don't need to but I still wanted to have enough to pick an heir from anyway so I'm glad I did. And Juan, the freak rolled the want to have 10 children! Yeah. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m6IaQ-5Lcf4/TxmsIVKRfoI/AAAAAAAAGFg/axxvrbna9Dk/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m6IaQ-5Lcf4/TxmsIVKRfoI/AAAAAAAAGFg/axxvrbna9Dk/s800/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699776062533238402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His LTW is to be Captain Hero, got him pretty far up the ladder already, so I'm thinking these two are gonna die happy together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T3IPQKdX8DU/TxmsIIp0aUI/AAAAAAAAGFQ/HU1d_XBm_ds/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T3IPQKdX8DU/TxmsIIp0aUI/AAAAAAAAGFQ/HU1d_XBm_ds/s800/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699776059175889218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet baby David! I love how all the babies are so beautiful, they have those cute little button noses and then they turn into a toddler and bam! New nose! I was a little peeved that Juan had that God awful nose too but Callie was quite picky so I got over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-izfZXsl1_mY/Txmrx1-bYHI/AAAAAAAAGFA/DW3AFkHNPZE/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-izfZXsl1_mY/Txmrx1-bYHI/AAAAAAAAGFA/DW3AFkHNPZE/s800/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699775676204933234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa Adam. *Sigh* Can't believe how long I've been doing this, I still remember those seemingly endless college days with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KTwpxVuYJ-w/TxmrxvxQAII/AAAAAAAAGE0/zoYREaDQhMA/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KTwpxVuYJ-w/TxmrxvxQAII/AAAAAAAAGE0/zoYREaDQhMA/s800/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699775674539049090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;David as a toddler, see what I mean? Not as cute now. But not too bad either. I love after you teach them a nursery rhyme they sit and sit it by themselves, so cute. And another thing I had never seen, he crawled into the bathroom and played in the toilet! Eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bk3Z_rsBITs/TxmrxANRAfI/AAAAAAAAGEo/AX1HAv3WLf8/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bk3Z_rsBITs/TxmrxANRAfI/AAAAAAAAGEo/AX1HAv3WLf8/s800/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699775661771653618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor Amanda, she's gone, the whole family cried the rest of the day. :(&lt;br /&gt;You can see one baby in the floor here, after David they had twins (was still trying for 6!) Ethan and Felix, poor babies got the bad memory from her dying, it was so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O1EMmlM8_kc/TxmrwuSJpOI/AAAAAAAAGEc/RHe28V3cytw/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O1EMmlM8_kc/TxmrwuSJpOI/AAAAAAAAGEc/RHe28V3cytw/s800/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699775656960304354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Ethan, crazy looking with that hair but I haven't had the chance to change it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vEXM2e3sGdg/TxmrwV6ygBI/AAAAAAAAGEQ/7TbR5O_qckk/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vEXM2e3sGdg/TxmrwV6ygBI/AAAAAAAAGEQ/7TbR5O_qckk/s800/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699775650419867666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Felix, the slightly cuter one. I'm waiting until they become teenagers to decide but I'm thinking he'll probably be the one I keep in the house, they are all 3 children now and he's just a hair better looking than the other two. Weird how they are twins and have different skintones, just saying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never want to take care of 3 babies again, it was SO hard controlling 7 sims on one lot when they make such stupid decisions, I look up and someone is sleeping instead of eating and don't get me started on waking up the babies to put them BACK into the same crib! Ah the joys of freewill!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7887688098063299487-4833092484691433069?l=morrislegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrislegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/4833092484691433069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7887688098063299487&amp;postID=4833092484691433069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887688098063299487/posts/default/4833092484691433069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887688098063299487/posts/default/4833092484691433069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrislegacy.blogspot.com/2012/01/morris-legacy-22.html' title='Morris Legacy 2.2'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03773184079079817171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TSYouXnimdI/AAAAAAAAFLE/lzJZSwcT_ss/S220/ACTUALitem117BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9SK5TRXU7LA/TxmsbKMMSgI/AAAAAAAAGGk/2QKt4LwNDEE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887688098063299487.post-7024594793967590365</id><published>2011-12-15T09:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T09:30:42.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morris Legacy 2.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EfQcK6scX0k/TuoqMYNs97I/AAAAAAAAFyg/hjSNOfjKDMU/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EfQcK6scX0k/TuoqMYNs97I/AAAAAAAAFyg/hjSNOfjKDMU/s800/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686403871655393202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The most fun thing about this is seeing things you didn't know happen, after how long of me playing I still don't think I've seen everything! They were eating at the table and the dog showed up and begged and Adam actually threw some of his food over his shoulder at him, gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GgaDfQr1jv4/TuoqL7qRheI/AAAAAAAAFyY/Jzqt6mBQ2dc/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GgaDfQr1jv4/TuoqL7qRheI/AAAAAAAAFyY/Jzqt6mBQ2dc/s800/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686403863990601186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Callie and her boyfriend, this is the one they met on vacation. *sigh* he was so cute and they got along, I was excited I found her a good match until I realized you can't move in sims that live in the vacation neighborhood (well teens anyway, don't know about adults) all I could do was invite him as a house guest. Now she's had her birthday and it didn't give me the option to grow him up, couldn't even invite him to the party. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1df5C7QffKo/TuoqLpsdt1I/AAAAAAAAFyI/3x22AyAfu0Q/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1df5C7QffKo/TuoqLpsdt1I/AAAAAAAAFyI/3x22AyAfu0Q/s800/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686403859167950674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, young love. Her first kiss went well! Might as well call it a summer romance since it's already over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jjV4HUXV0AU/TuoqLp16XOI/AAAAAAAAFyA/ZecEiT7WXzA/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jjV4HUXV0AU/TuoqLp16XOI/AAAAAAAAFyA/ZecEiT7WXzA/s800/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686403859207576802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adam and Amanda, still in love, had them an anniversary party that went well, they are living the good, retired life and I'm thinking they may actually live long enough to see grandbabies, which would be a first for me, never play with families this long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OvXAfvdGPek/TuoqC0x6WwI/AAAAAAAAFx0/TWd7hWDTdXA/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OvXAfvdGPek/TuoqC0x6WwI/AAAAAAAAFx0/TWd7hWDTdXA/s800/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686403707524766466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFqKhHq8-f8/TuoqCuZ1JvI/AAAAAAAAFxo/RXgvFp9zQOE/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFqKhHq8-f8/TuoqCuZ1JvI/AAAAAAAAFxo/RXgvFp9zQOE/s800/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686403705813149426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sneaking out with Abijeet, however you spell it. Actually it's good he's not going to be moving in, imagine spelling that name every time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uPsps5eguy4/TuoqCa0NQYI/AAAAAAAAFxc/KX6zhvzVOqI/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uPsps5eguy4/TuoqCa0NQYI/AAAAAAAAFxc/KX6zhvzVOqI/s800/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686403700555071874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--8eTQSqDW_I/TuoqByqYG8I/AAAAAAAAFxU/DHqnXe_EgNc/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--8eTQSqDW_I/TuoqByqYG8I/AAAAAAAAFxU/DHqnXe_EgNc/s800/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686403689776421826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr4-5S5APxM/TuoqBrbgddI/AAAAAAAAFxE/KvZ2xLJGd9A/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr4-5S5APxM/TuoqBrbgddI/AAAAAAAAFxE/KvZ2xLJGd9A/s800/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686403687835006418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Callie's birthday party, she's an adult now and wants a job in the culinary field, so I'm going to shoot for that one. She is hard to please with attractions, I took her downtown to try to find a man since my plans fell through, she kept eying an ugly vampire! I did find one she thinks makes her gag but they are already friends and I think he's decent looking so I'm thinking they can learn to like each other and not vomit looking at each other everyday. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her lifetime want is to have 50 dream dates! Not sure I can manage that one, I am hoping dates with the same sim count or I can tell what she's going to do the rest of her life, on to the next one! At least one of those dates has to end really well if she doesn't want to get married, I still need an heir to continue! Ha ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7887688098063299487-7024594793967590365?l=morrislegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrislegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/7024594793967590365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7887688098063299487&amp;postID=7024594793967590365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887688098063299487/posts/default/7024594793967590365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887688098063299487/posts/default/7024594793967590365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrislegacy.blogspot.com/2011/12/morris-legacy-20.html' title='Morris Legacy 2.1'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03773184079079817171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TSYouXnimdI/AAAAAAAAFLE/lzJZSwcT_ss/S220/ACTUALitem117BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EfQcK6scX0k/TuoqMYNs97I/AAAAAAAAFyg/hjSNOfjKDMU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887688098063299487.post-6270178710263309495</id><published>2011-03-10T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T13:02:09.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morris Legacy~2.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BJSUg8B2pQc/TXk6U7wKikI/AAAAAAAAFYM/HrInv5cBk7M/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rr4UH2WWgQc/TXk6HJBtRII/AAAAAAAAFXU/Rl9YXx1EYoc/s800/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582557107459015810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f5VVluFMwPM/TXk5zMqEtrI/AAAAAAAAFXM/cJIRFTYsyk8/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f5VVluFMwPM/TXk5zMqEtrI/AAAAAAAAFXM/cJIRFTYsyk8/s800/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582556764836247218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YEVjXLN_8t8/TXk5ytGDCaI/AAAAAAAAFXE/i2KK7kiii38/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YEVjXLN_8t8/TXk5ytGDCaI/AAAAAAAAFXE/i2KK7kiii38/s800/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582556756363643298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RNwfx7BEaPs/TXk5yS8eTSI/AAAAAAAAFW8/EkZHea6V72M/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RNwfx7BEaPs/TXk5yS8eTSI/AAAAAAAAFW8/EkZHea6V72M/s800/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582556749344165154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B9K1ZYbqV9s/TXk5yMxevMI/AAAAAAAAFW0/4Ids9BZcQYM/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B9K1ZYbqV9s/TXk5yMxevMI/AAAAAAAAFW0/4Ids9BZcQYM/s800/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582556747687443650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-trnuIeTKgFM/TXk5xsY5r3I/AAAAAAAAFWs/KHn-UM0_7hk/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-trnuIeTKgFM/TXk5xsY5r3I/AAAAAAAAFWs/KHn-UM0_7hk/s800/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582556738994417522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Author's Notes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the Morris family on vacation, Adam and Amanda are only 1 more week away from becoming elders. I chose Callie to stay in the house and carry on the legacy, will update the family tree when she turns into an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on getting rid of the other siblings after I choose the next person to carry out the legacy since I can't imagine playing with so many sims on the same lot or even on a different lot just to keep them in the family, so say goodbye to Bianca! I may keep some if I get too attached, who knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still having fun playing with these guys even though there isn't much to report, I missed getting a pic of him but I think I have found a possible husband while they were on vacation, he was a really cute teen that even resembled Adam, same hair and the medium skintone! Callie hit it off with him, so will have to see how that goes, poor kid - I'm already marrying her off! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7887688098063299487-6270178710263309495?l=morrislegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrislegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/6270178710263309495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7887688098063299487&amp;postID=6270178710263309495&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887688098063299487/posts/default/6270178710263309495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887688098063299487/posts/default/6270178710263309495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrislegacy.blogspot.com/2011/03/morris-legacy20.html' title='Morris Legacy~2.0'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03773184079079817171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TSYouXnimdI/AAAAAAAAFLE/lzJZSwcT_ss/S220/ACTUALitem117BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BJSUg8B2pQc/TXk6U7wKikI/AAAAAAAAFYM/HrInv5cBk7M/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887688098063299487.post-8080528530773822157</id><published>2011-01-31T11:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T11:23:42.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morris Legacy~1.9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TUcKYwHd08I/AAAAAAAAFQo/8LTFxOh_9Y0/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TUcKYwHd08I/AAAAAAAAFQo/8LTFxOh_9Y0/s800/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568430884616262594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TUcKYmtml3I/AAAAAAAAFQg/HSCAEIph1lc/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TUcKYmtml3I/AAAAAAAAFQg/HSCAEIph1lc/s800/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568430882091865970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adam with baby Callie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TUcKYU_SCiI/AAAAAAAAFQY/ReVKDnwHeVM/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TUcKYU_SCiI/AAAAAAAAFQY/ReVKDnwHeVM/s800/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568430877334178338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gabe wants his bed back! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TUcKX5mTGSI/AAAAAAAAFQQ/_e5m3zH9zvE/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TUcKX5mTGSI/AAAAAAAAFQQ/_e5m3zH9zvE/s800/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568430869981632802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TUcKLWKFYtI/AAAAAAAAFQI/SH6Io4W86QI/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TUcKLWKFYtI/AAAAAAAAFQI/SH6Io4W86QI/s800/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568430654309622482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TUcKK7bLNUI/AAAAAAAAFQA/-_6P4qXX-k0/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TUcKK7bLNUI/AAAAAAAAFQA/-_6P4qXX-k0/s800/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568430647133549890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bianca's birthday, she's a teenager now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TUcKKpCXVVI/AAAAAAAAFP4/9o9Nrik4glw/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TUcKKpCXVVI/AAAAAAAAFP4/9o9Nrik4glw/s800/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568430642197648722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bianca and Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TUcKKcKEYmI/AAAAAAAAFPw/ipvajUxRWo4/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TUcKKcKEYmI/AAAAAAAAFPw/ipvajUxRWo4/s800/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568430638740300386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Callie's birthday, she's now a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TUcKKIey_sI/AAAAAAAAFPo/VepfG_Dm1_0/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TUcKKIey_sI/AAAAAAAAFPo/VepfG_Dm1_0/s800/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568430633458532034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Got a pic of Gabe this time! He's so mad at me, deleting his bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Both girls had the same birthday, still haven't decided who is going to continue the legacy and if I'm sending anyone to college, I hate playing university, sooo boring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Totally random but their bird died! It was so nasty looking I didn't take a pic of it, guess I forgot to feed it, I noticed the flies sound and there it was laying in the cage with a green cloud around it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only 11 days until Adam is an elder *sob* I'm so attached to him, I don't want him to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7887688098063299487-8080528530773822157?l=morrislegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrislegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/8080528530773822157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7887688098063299487&amp;postID=8080528530773822157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887688098063299487/posts/default/8080528530773822157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887688098063299487/posts/default/8080528530773822157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrislegacy.blogspot.com/2011/01/morris-legacy19.html' title='Morris Legacy~1.9'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03773184079079817171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TSYouXnimdI/AAAAAAAAFLE/lzJZSwcT_ss/S220/ACTUALitem117BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TUcKYwHd08I/AAAAAAAAFQo/8LTFxOh_9Y0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887688098063299487.post-7531728513050472105</id><published>2011-01-14T14:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T17:09:37.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morris Legacy~1.8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TTDVEmsb4vI/AAAAAAAAFMk/ttMlTqgBPnA/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TTDVDw3Je8I/AAAAAAAAFMU/snPEWehgqRQ/s800/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562179800435096514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TTDVDgxgl3I/AAAAAAAAFMM/iqM-6NXhhkI/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TTDVDgxgl3I/AAAAAAAAFMM/iqM-6NXhhkI/s800/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562179796116477810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TTDU2uaqoMI/AAAAAAAAFME/YzJZEsJOxI0/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TTDU2uaqoMI/AAAAAAAAFME/YzJZEsJOxI0/s800/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562179576440463554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TTDU2UqTiwI/AAAAAAAAFL8/rUZ2F7Wu8UM/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TTDU2UqTiwI/AAAAAAAAFL8/rUZ2F7Wu8UM/s800/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562179569526737666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TTDU1xINCAI/AAAAAAAAFL0/PwWxWuyIo-E/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TTDU1xINCAI/AAAAAAAAFL0/PwWxWuyIo-E/s800/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562179559988463618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TTDU1hUXNWI/AAAAAAAAFLs/fO3s-SmRWHk/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TTDU1hUXNWI/AAAAAAAAFLs/fO3s-SmRWHk/s800/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562179555744494946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TTDU1QG97rI/AAAAAAAAFLk/B6kLC9TkvB4/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TTDU1QG97rI/AAAAAAAAFLk/B6kLC9TkvB4/s800/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562179551124909746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Bianca grew up as you can see! Followed her around for a while, having fun watching her do all the kid stuff since I rarely play with them, and glad she's looking more cute now, wasn't sure when she was a toddler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got them a dog and a bird, more things I rarely do so I figured why not. I had a catastrophe with the bird the first time though, the cage got left open and I was trying to get Adam to close it, of course the bird flies out and it tried to go outside and got stuck flying in midair. I couldn't delete the thing so I had to exit without saving, losing about an hour worth of playing! Mad, I was! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And welcome baby number two! Named her Callie, another beautiful baby with mom's skintone and dad's eyes and hair color. Can't wait to see her as she grows up to see how much she looks like her sister. I'm seriously curious now to get these girls grown up and maybe pick a guy with white skin and blond hair to see what crazy genetics I end up with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have snagged a pic of it but thought I'd share, Ghostly Gabe is pissed because I deleted his bed! LOL! I doubled over laughing at that one, figures that's what he'd miss! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7887688098063299487-7531728513050472105?l=morrislegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrislegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/7531728513050472105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7887688098063299487&amp;postID=7531728513050472105&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887688098063299487/posts/default/7531728513050472105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887688098063299487/posts/default/7531728513050472105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrislegacy.blogspot.com/2011/01/morris-legacy18.html' title='Morris Legacy~1.8'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03773184079079817171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TSYouXnimdI/AAAAAAAAFLE/lzJZSwcT_ss/S220/ACTUALitem117BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TTDVEmsb4vI/AAAAAAAAFMk/ttMlTqgBPnA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887688098063299487.post-1240955195155028847</id><published>2010-12-08T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T09:44:41.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morris Legacy~1.7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TP_CQuypuVI/AAAAAAAAFHw/QxuC793HLK8/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TP_CQuypuVI/AAAAAAAAFHw/QxuC793HLK8/s800/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548366858637916498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TP_CQYfhG7I/AAAAAAAAFHo/tB02Mm1BTCA/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TP_CQYfhG7I/AAAAAAAAFHo/tB02Mm1BTCA/s800/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548366852652080050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TP_CP045-KI/AAAAAAAAFHg/McawDwAtK78/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TP_CP045-KI/AAAAAAAAFHg/McawDwAtK78/s800/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548366843094890658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TP_CPifp3QI/AAAAAAAAFHY/TBYp2SPN5yU/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TP_CPifp3QI/AAAAAAAAFHY/TBYp2SPN5yU/s800/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548366838157139202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TP_CPq8gr9I/AAAAAAAAFHQ/M8Su7MtnFwM/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TP_CPq8gr9I/AAAAAAAAFHQ/M8Su7MtnFwM/s800/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548366840425656274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to report, lol! Grew Bianca up to a toddler and surprise - she has mom's nose, hope that turns out a little cuter when she grows up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam rolled the want to quit his job and since they have a ton of money and he already has reached his lifetime want, I let him. Now he stays home and is working on teaching Bianca all the things toddlers have to learn. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they are expecting another baby! Can't wait to see the mash up of genetic features this next one will have, should be interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added to the sidebar, I will only be doing these kinds of updates for a while, just pictures and a little about what's going on. I think I will pick up an actual story again, just whenever the mood strikes but for now, this is so much easier for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7887688098063299487-1240955195155028847?l=morrislegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrislegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/1240955195155028847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7887688098063299487&amp;postID=1240955195155028847&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887688098063299487/posts/default/1240955195155028847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887688098063299487/posts/default/1240955195155028847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrislegacy.blogspot.com/2010/12/morris-legacy17.html' title='Morris Legacy~1.7'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03773184079079817171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TSYouXnimdI/AAAAAAAAFLE/lzJZSwcT_ss/S220/ACTUALitem117BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TP_CQuypuVI/AAAAAAAAFHw/QxuC793HLK8/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887688098063299487.post-7662183398141774872</id><published>2010-08-05T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T12:58:38.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1.6~Baby Bianca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TFsXB2iIUMI/AAAAAAAAE-U/RCDGY_U04x4/s1600/BiancaMorris1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TFsXB2iIUMI/AAAAAAAAE-U/RCDGY_U04x4/s800/BiancaMorris1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502016690349166786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TFsXBkFTOBI/AAAAAAAAE-M/AHhoDA0qqAQ/s1600/Bianca2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 590px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TFsXBkFTOBI/AAAAAAAAE-M/AHhoDA0qqAQ/s800/Bianca2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502016685396408338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome Bianca Morris!!&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, she already has daddy wrapped around her finger! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping for dad's skintone, but she got the Maxis one...at least I got default replacements before they had her, now that would have been bad!&lt;br /&gt;Should have a *real* update soon, I wanted to see this baby so bad and I think she will be quite pretty, will have to wait and see since I can't cheat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7887688098063299487-7662183398141774872?l=morrislegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrislegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/7662183398141774872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7887688098063299487&amp;postID=7662183398141774872&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887688098063299487/posts/default/7662183398141774872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887688098063299487/posts/default/7662183398141774872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrislegacy.blogspot.com/2010/08/16baby-bianca.html' title='1.6~Baby Bianca'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03773184079079817171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TSYouXnimdI/AAAAAAAAFLE/lzJZSwcT_ss/S220/ACTUALitem117BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TFsXB2iIUMI/AAAAAAAAE-U/RCDGY_U04x4/s72-c/BiancaMorris1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887688098063299487.post-1523330241250843205</id><published>2010-07-07T10:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T11:28:59.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1.5~Honeymoon Interlude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TDTGMv7y_qI/AAAAAAAAEzg/wAsorq4Q9rM/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TDTGCZaQRhI/AAAAAAAAEzQ/wqLJ2j-9jSo/s800/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491231590154520082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TDTGB0dZPhI/AAAAAAAAEzI/o3hey8D5Aa4/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TDTGB0dZPhI/AAAAAAAAEzI/o3hey8D5Aa4/s800/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491231580235578898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TDTGBgkFw1I/AAAAAAAAEzA/AUBe0nasLQE/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TDTGBgkFw1I/AAAAAAAAEzA/AUBe0nasLQE/s800/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491231574894953298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TDTGBVHMMrI/AAAAAAAAEy4/K8EF7Gt7c7g/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TDTGBVHMMrI/AAAAAAAAEy4/K8EF7Gt7c7g/s800/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491231571820950194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TDTGBLI5JQI/AAAAAAAAEyw/-6zfwXkCEE8/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TDTGBLI5JQI/AAAAAAAAEyw/-6zfwXkCEE8/s800/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491231569143735554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TDTFv2k3TPI/AAAAAAAAEyo/ek9MfVN0nG8/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TDTFv2k3TPI/AAAAAAAAEyo/ek9MfVN0nG8/s800/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491231271566134514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TDTFvSw9_yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/ss8ukVBgrSY/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TDTFvSw9_yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/ss8ukVBgrSY/s800/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491231261953228578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TDTFvPofIYI/AAAAAAAAEyY/7oSFOR6N92o/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TDTFvPofIYI/AAAAAAAAEyY/7oSFOR6N92o/s800/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491231261112344962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TDTFunkFaxI/AAAAAAAAEyQ/jwpErFXJi9k/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TDTFunkFaxI/AAAAAAAAEyQ/jwpErFXJi9k/s800/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491231250356464402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TDTFufolNjI/AAAAAAAAEyI/EZ-Ih_oCxSo/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TDTFufolNjI/AAAAAAAAEyI/EZ-Ih_oCxSo/s800/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491231248227841586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Author's Notes:&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this took me so long to get posted, especially being so short! I may do more of these image only updates depending on if it suits what's happening or not, I'm really trying to think of an interesting way to keep this story going without it becoming stressful, hence the no text! Any updates or changes will still be announced at my main blog, hopefully I will get to play with them again soon so we can finally see a baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7887688098063299487-1523330241250843205?l=morrislegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrislegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/1523330241250843205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7887688098063299487&amp;postID=1523330241250843205&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887688098063299487/posts/default/1523330241250843205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887688098063299487/posts/default/1523330241250843205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrislegacy.blogspot.com/2010/07/15honeymoon-interlude.html' title='1.5~Honeymoon Interlude'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03773184079079817171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TSYouXnimdI/AAAAAAAAFLE/lzJZSwcT_ss/S220/ACTUALitem117BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TDTGMv7y_qI/AAAAAAAAEzg/wAsorq4Q9rM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887688098063299487.post-1375873112542056944</id><published>2010-02-28T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T12:44:11.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morris Legacy 1.4~A Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBqi69s0I/AAAAAAAAEeA/-CDZkPunbc4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBqi69s0I/AAAAAAAAEeA/-CDZkPunbc4/s800/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443376036303450946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*So here you are...working out kind of early, aren't we? The sun isn't even up yet. Is there anything that you're bad at? I mean, you're a complete babe, aren't cocky, work out like a dog so your body is ridiculously ripped and on top of all that, you're super smart too.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? Oh...sorry, I was just thinking about Amanda."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oh, I see...and?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I think today is the day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The day for what, exactly?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBmiP-xfI/AAAAAAAAEd4/yHbkgTax6mc/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBmiP-xfI/AAAAAAAAEd4/yHbkgTax6mc/s800/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443375967403689458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Before you go to work, Amanda, there's something I've been wanting to ask you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, what's on your mind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBmXQEetI/AAAAAAAAEdw/5S901K-uSh8/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBmXQEetI/AAAAAAAAEdw/5S901K-uSh8/s800/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443375964451273426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Well...I um...would you, I mean do you think..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Adam!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBmOl33RI/AAAAAAAAEdo/nBcor7iigcA/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBmOl33RI/AAAAAAAAEdo/nBcor7iigcA/s800/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443375962126802194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Does this mean what I think it does, Adam?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're thinking that I want you to marry me, then yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBmEEcF-I/AAAAAAAAEdg/f4kO3jrclqE/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBmEEcF-I/AAAAAAAAEdg/f4kO3jrclqE/s800/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443375959302215650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Of course I will! I love you so much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whew! I'm so glad! I love you too Amanda."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*D'awww.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBlhSostI/AAAAAAAAEdY/ZNuncLlHq6Q/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBlhSostI/AAAAAAAAEdY/ZNuncLlHq6Q/s800/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443375949966521042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Snap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! What the heck could you possibly be photographing now?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hey, you're a soon to be married man, gotta indulge the ladies while I still can!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBadFXBSI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/0eMInRH3q_s/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBadFXBSI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/0eMInRH3q_s/s800/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443375759858533666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"So on my way to work this morning, I'm in a pretty good mood. I mean, Amanda said she would marry me and I'm looking at my mom and dad's house thinking that soon it will be made into a home again. A place where I can raise a family and finally be happy. Yep, today's gonna be a good one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBaD4tywI/AAAAAAAAEdI/tNToXEIq0Xs/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBaD4tywI/AAAAAAAAEdI/tNToXEIq0Xs/s800/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443375753094613762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Wow, I'm impressed! Top of the Architecture world now, huh? But tell me Mr. Big Stuff, why does that cow insist on following you home everyday?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Daniel's my best friend, lay off!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Okay, okay. But I'm tired of seeing him go commando in the hot tub. Just saying!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBZvvG7XI/AAAAAAAAEdA/VOYiW9h11SA/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBZvvG7XI/AAAAAAAAEdA/VOYiW9h11SA/s800/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443375747685608818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Oh and by the way, this is the kind of crazy stuff that goes down while you're at work! Ha ha!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell?! Why is there a penguin in my living room?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBZJlyU3I/AAAAAAAAEc4/iGItqlMe12I/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBZJlyU3I/AAAAAAAAEc4/iGItqlMe12I/s800/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443375737445962610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Man, I'm on top of the world. Things are going so great, I fulfilled my lifelong dream and Amanda and I couldn't be happier, we are together constantly and I must say it isn't bad that she can't seem to keep her hands off me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yeah, yeah. So while you guys are going hot and heavy by the evil snowman, you know what your house guests are doing? Well let me show you...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBY6DJGdI/AAAAAAAAEcw/ZnTu00R0Ayg/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBY6DJGdI/AAAAAAAAEcw/ZnTu00R0Ayg/s800/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443375733274122706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*This is a gracious picture for you, I left out the blinding part where the cow boy is NAKED in the hot tub! Ick! Those poor girls!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ewww, I see your point now. Isn't he ashamed to show that little thing to everyone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ha ha! I knew you'd come around one day. Try to talk the guy into staying in the suit, will you?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBMS2uArI/AAAAAAAAEco/9mWpIlnOZKc/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBMS2uArI/AAAAAAAAEco/9mWpIlnOZKc/s800/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443375516594602674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Hey, what the heck are you doing? I saw your dad messing around with that stuff...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chill out, it's supposed to make you live longer. I just got engaged and I'm a lot older than Amanda, I just want to be sure I live long enough to see my kids grow up, that's all. My mom didn't make it until I came home from college and I don't want to do that to my kids, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBMIrp_pI/AAAAAAAAEcg/XPDq_Lg0X-g/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBMIrp_pI/AAAAAAAAEcg/XPDq_Lg0X-g/s800/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443375513863847570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Okay...but you better be careful with that crap. It looks disgusting.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man! I feel great!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oh boy, I feel an addiction coming on.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBL6kU2QI/AAAAAAAAEcY/wSdMPSbJhc0/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBL6kU2QI/AAAAAAAAEcY/wSdMPSbJhc0/s800/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443375510075005186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Well, my special day finally arrived. Spring is here and we set a date. Doesn't Amanda look beautiful?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yes, she looks gorgeous.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What, no wisecracks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sniff...not today, I'm too proud of my little guy!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBLuux4SI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/zWN-OaZJSG4/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBLuux4SI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/zWN-OaZJSG4/s800/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443375506897625378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBLYbRc4I/AAAAAAAAEcI/7PaI9OSouEQ/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBLYbRc4I/AAAAAAAAEcI/7PaI9OSouEQ/s800/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443375500910228354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rA_Z94E_I/AAAAAAAAEcA/bD_lUfhFUEQ/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rA_Z94E_I/AAAAAAAAEcA/bD_lUfhFUEQ/s800/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443375295165371378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rA_C3sY6I/AAAAAAAAEb4/XxNz1qWs5wM/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rA_C3sY6I/AAAAAAAAEb4/XxNz1qWs5wM/s800/18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443375288965424034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rA-8TJhSI/AAAAAAAAEbw/5qhIdhihgMA/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rA-8TJhSI/AAAAAAAAEbw/5qhIdhihgMA/s800/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443375287201531170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rA-p4grHI/AAAAAAAAEbo/6tZCspVpsBE/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rA-p4grHI/AAAAAAAAEbo/6tZCspVpsBE/s800/20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443375282257964146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next morning, we were getting packed to go to the beach for our honeymoon when Amanda said she wanted to talk to me. I'm freaking out, is she having second thoughts?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Relax! She wouldn't do that to you, now go talk with her!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, hey babe, so what did you want to talk about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I thought I should tell you before we go, I probably should have told you sooner but I wanted to wait for the right moment..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What, what is it?! Are you okay, did you want to wait to get married?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no, nothing like that. I'm...going to have a baby!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rA-LT3c_I/AAAAAAAAEbg/sz2BsCBERmk/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rA-LT3c_I/AAAAAAAAEbg/sz2BsCBERmk/s800/21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443375274051204082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Gasp! I think I may faint!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Authors Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the long, excruciating wait for this, I explained a little on my blog earlier, it takes a while to get an update for this story waiting for big events to happen and I'm short on time now too. I don't want to spam the updates with boring, everyday stuff, so expect these updates to be far between I guess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lots of stuff going on now, I had so much fun with the wedding and now we finally will get to see offspring! Yay! I'm keeping fingers crossed for a girl! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Also updated the family tree, adding Amanda. I'm trying to figure out a way to do it after they have kids to not make it confusing, anybody that's done one like I've started let me know if you have any suggestions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7887688098063299487-1375873112542056944?l=morrislegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrislegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/1375873112542056944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7887688098063299487&amp;postID=1375873112542056944&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887688098063299487/posts/default/1375873112542056944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887688098063299487/posts/default/1375873112542056944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrislegacy.blogspot.com/2010/02/morris-legacy-14a-wedding.html' title='Morris Legacy 1.4~A Wedding'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03773184079079817171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TSYouXnimdI/AAAAAAAAFLE/lzJZSwcT_ss/S220/ACTUALitem117BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4rBqi69s0I/AAAAAAAAEeA/-CDZkPunbc4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887688098063299487.post-2925144728078564733</id><published>2009-10-28T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T14:12:56.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morris Legacy 1.3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panda_bears1/3956941560/" title="1 by panda_bears1, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2650/3956941560_05ae8f4f1b_o.jpg" alt="1" width="600" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*snap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! What the heck are you doing, can't a guy take a shower in peace around here?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sorry, got to give my faithful readers the gratuitous beefcake shot every once in a while*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, now I'm just some piece of meat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No, I like to think of you as the whole package. Ha ha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well, do you want to know what I've been up to, or was that all you wanted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You know I'm interested, sock it to me baby*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panda_bears1/3956162949/" title="2 by panda_bears1, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2467/3956162949_1b661353ba_o.jpg" alt="2" width="600" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, as you can see, my house is a little different. I did some major construction and redecorating since it really reminded me of my parents, too depressing, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sure, and I see that something else is missing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I did it. I closed my mom's flower shop. I just didn't have the time to keep it open what with work and everything. And besides, I couldn't make the awesome arrangements that she did. Maybe someday if I get married I'll open a shop up again but definitely not right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? No snide remarks from the peanut gallery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nah, I totally understand. Your mom would too, I'm sure*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...well, thanks. Maybe you aren't so bad after all. But you still have some kind of shower fetish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He he he, maybe just a little one*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panda_bears1/3956941656/" title="3 by panda_bears1, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2524/3956941656_6a45474f2c_o.jpg" alt="3" width="600" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*You look awfully dazed and confused, something else on your mind?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I've been thinking about Amanda a lot, we're getting really close, I would say she's almost my best friend. But I think I have a crush on her. Okay, I know I do! But I'm really not sure she likes me that way, I mean we did have one kiss but it could have just been a one time thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Why don't you try for another kiss, maybe she'll surprise you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...but I'm going to finish breakfast before I call her, you know I'm a good cook, these eggs rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh. Yeah, yeah, Mr. Chef boy, go call your girl before I go crazy, I'm dying to see some mini-Adams you know*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, you're so embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panda_bears1/3956163209/" title="4 by panda_bears1, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2587/3956163209_897ee1c9ec_o.jpg" alt="4" width="600" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*Wait, what are you doing?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, the house has to look good before I invite someone over, besides I fired the maid, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Okay, freak. You actually LIKE to clean??? Wanna come over to my house later?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panda_bears1/3956163299/" title="5 by panda_bears1, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3495/3956163299_28d58f61de_o.jpg" alt="5" width="600" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There she is...I might pass out, my stomach is in knots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Breathe! Say hello!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"H-hey Amanda! Glad you decided to come over."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, I can't ever wait to see you!" she smiled and kissed me on the cheek and my insides turned to mush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panda_bears1/3956941972/" title="6 by panda_bears1, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2635/3956941972_b2264fdd01_o.jpg" alt="6" width="600" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She's so amazing, I mean just look at her! I think I'm falling head over heels here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Well, are you just going to stand there? Do something, be romantic for crying out loud!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panda_bears1/3956942026/" title="7 by panda_bears1, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2615/3956942026_ff0b6fe695_o.jpg" alt="7" width="600" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This romantic enough for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A kiss on the hand always worked for me! Looks like Amanda approves too, I told you so, what's not to love?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you were right, it never hurts to try, right? So after thinking about what you said, I decided to get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; romantic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panda_bears1/3956163485/" title="8 by panda_bears1, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2572/3956163485_67dee87155_o.jpg" alt="8" width="600" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*Oh dear! I'd say! You'll make a heartthrob dad proud yet!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panda_bears1/3956942130/" title="9 by panda_bears1, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2579/3956942130_76d4da31e7_o.jpg" alt="9" width="600" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We spent the rest of the day (and night!) like that. Just being with each other, having fun, cuddling and enjoying the snow. Can you believe it's winter already? Crazy right? Well, you want to hear something else crazy? I asked Amanda to move in with me...and she said yes! I couldn't believe it, I guess she really does feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Uh huh, what did I tell you, what's not to like? Maybe someday you'll see things my way! So...a new house mate! (Rubs hands together excitedly)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I can already imagine the intimate torture you have planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ah, blame it on your dad, he's the one who started this whole legacy thing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panda_bears1/3956942188/" title="10 by panda_bears1, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2499/3956942188_9f807c50a1_o.jpg" alt="10" width="450" height="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panda_bears1/3956942236/" title="11 by panda_bears1, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2605/3956942236_a6c9823011_o.jpg" alt="11" width="354" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can't believe she got lucky at work like I did, you never know how those chance card thingies are going to come out, pretty sweet huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yeah, I guess. Um, gots to go Adam dear, lots to do, pictures to snap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panda_bears1/3956942270/" title="12 by panda_bears1, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3426/3956942270_d813375d73_o.jpg" alt="12" width="600" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*Snap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! What the hell?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oh...sorry, guess Adam neglected to mention me. I'm doing a...documentary on the Morris family, his dad asked me to follow the generations and keep a photo journal*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, do you have to take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt; kind of pictures?! Talk about rude!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hey, I cut off the good bits (Evil laugh as she exits the bathroom, camera faithfully in hand)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panda_bears1/3956942366/" title="13 by panda_bears1, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3173/3956942366_112fb7b02d_o.jpg" alt="13" width="600" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"So how are you adjusting to the Morris way of life, constantly having a camera shoved in your face?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I can handle it, I'd handle just about anything you want me to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cough, cough...well, if you'll just excuse me, I think that's my cue!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panda_bears1/3956163857/" title="14 by panda_bears1, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2596/3956163857_06c9e36573_o.jpg" alt="14" width="600" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*Sneaks back into bedroom and squeals with excitement, finally!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panda_bears1/3956163945/" title="15 by panda_bears1, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2571/3956163945_0dc624cc67_o.jpg" alt="15" width="600" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panda_bears1/3956942606/" title="16 by panda_bears1, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2647/3956942606_7b031705eb_o.jpg" alt="16" width="600" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Author's notes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so sorry for the wait, this has been drafted since September, thank you all again for being so patient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completely redid the house, got sick of the living area being on the second floor, and closed the flower shop. Maybe now that I have one more sim in the house I'll start it back up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda is the same sim, she looks different because I got default skin and eye replacements since the last update, I also gave her a hair and makeup makeover since she moved in. I think she's super cute now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to see this guy's babies, I'm keeping my fingers crossed they inherit the skintone and not the Maxis one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7887688098063299487-2925144728078564733?l=morrislegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrislegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/2925144728078564733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7887688098063299487&amp;postID=2925144728078564733&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887688098063299487/posts/default/2925144728078564733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887688098063299487/posts/default/2925144728078564733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrislegacy.blogspot.com/2009/09/morris-legacy-13.html' title='Morris Legacy 1.3'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03773184079079817171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TSYouXnimdI/AAAAAAAAFLE/lzJZSwcT_ss/S220/ACTUALitem117BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887688098063299487.post-7013740354117696022</id><published>2009-07-24T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T14:06:23.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Times, They Are A Changin~1.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoT1GN4SII/AAAAAAAAEC4/cf_jm1pd7eQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoT1GN4SII/AAAAAAAAEC4/cf_jm1pd7eQ/s800/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362120109260818562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey, it's me Adam. So, I was trying to go to sleep, ya know I have to work, right? Well, I hear that super loud burglar alarm outside my room and the photographer shows me this! Can you believe it, in this neighborhood? Unbelievable, I thought I lived in the most boring, safest place ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoT1A4G1XI/AAAAAAAAECw/zR6wNG6sugU/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoT1A4G1XI/AAAAAAAAECw/zR6wNG6sugU/s800/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362120107827320178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I step outside my room all sleepy-eyed and this is what I see goin down. That burglar looks like he had the upper hand, but surely the police man is used to it, right? So I decided to go take a bubble bath. Hey, I smelled really bad and it's not like I'm getting involved in some brawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoT04YHTOI/AAAAAAAAECo/acs2jLhIptM/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoT04YHTOI/AAAAAAAAECo/acs2jLhIptM/s800/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362120105545649378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Um, hello? Burglar in your house, trying to steal your stuff! Adam! Get your tush back out there and out of the tub!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, oh, all right, jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoTpkDPwAI/AAAAAAAAECg/KAM4LXKig9A/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoTpkDPwAI/AAAAAAAAECg/KAM4LXKig9A/s800/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362119911110852610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See? That cop has got it going on, I was not needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Well, excuse me for caring*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn! I'm going back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoTpTBnzgI/AAAAAAAAECY/nCrJme3vffA/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoTpTBnzgI/AAAAAAAAECY/nCrJme3vffA/s800/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362119906540637698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoTpEKD0lI/AAAAAAAAECQ/D-hIjzel_sk/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoTpEKD0lI/AAAAAAAAECQ/D-hIjzel_sk/s800/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362119902549496402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I am now a Master Architect! And dude am I loving it! I am so close to my dream, can you imagine? What am I going to do after I reach the top, enjoy the view baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sure, that's great, but how about a first kiss, hmm? And maybe some mini-Adams?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, it's hard for me to meet girls, okay? Besides, I'm doing very well just working on my skills and career right now. Yeah, so get off my back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoTpCxNaFI/AAAAAAAAECI/iN5kzAEzZTI/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoTpCxNaFI/AAAAAAAAECI/iN5kzAEzZTI/s800/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362119902176831570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniel is the best, he keeps coming home with me after work and we're like best friends. Although I wonder how a college student works at such a big company. You'd think he would be in class but maybe he worked out a deal or something. Anyway, I really like him, he's so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yeah, funny looking. I'm telling you Adam, there's something up with a guy who goes commando in a cow suit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a college thing, streaking and all. Let freedom reign, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snarls nose at image of Daniel in hot tub*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoTo_IaYZI/AAAAAAAAECA/hsLOROVu1-E/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoTo_IaYZI/AAAAAAAAECA/hsLOROVu1-E/s800/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362119901200408978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Adam! I told you there was something up! Adam? Unreal, I finally catch that cow in the act and he's nowhere to be found. Hey cow, get outta there!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me? The trash is free! And I'm starving, Adam went to bed already, what did you expect me to do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Uh, raid the fridge.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever camera lady, mind your beeswax."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoTVLvRPiI/AAAAAAAAEB4/h9M6gKbeNqE/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoTVLvRPiI/AAAAAAAAEB4/h9M6gKbeNqE/s800/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362119560987229730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Ick, if I have to keep seeing cow boy in the buff in the hot tub, I quit! Aaadaaam!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey lady, I said beat it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No argument there, cow face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoTVBjM0QI/AAAAAAAAEBw/U5Yu9BIFquw/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoTVBjM0QI/AAAAAAAAEBw/U5Yu9BIFquw/s800/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362119558252253442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I had a day off from work, finally and that photographer caught my dad happily watching t.v. Isn't he just so happy looking? I haven't seen him smile this much in a long while. Maybe he has a secret or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoTU8hK3YI/AAAAAAAAEBo/VShKVxTRKVw/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoTU8hK3YI/AAAAAAAAEBo/VShKVxTRKVw/s800/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362119556901559682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At any rate, I decided to convince him to play some football with me for old times sake. We used to have a blast when I was a kid, but since I got my job we haven't had a lot of time together. He's really good at it too, neither one of us dropped the ball one time if you can believe that! It was almost winter time too, so I nearly dragged him outside while the weather was still nice. We had so much fun, I didn't want it to end. That's when I heard some weird thing behind me and my dad just stopped throwing the football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoTUyzLbdI/AAAAAAAAEBg/HqiELnuvzzQ/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoTUyzLbdI/AAAAAAAAEBg/HqiELnuvzzQ/s800/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362119554292739538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoTUhsYNTI/AAAAAAAAEBY/jJC5Tm37n1o/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoTUhsYNTI/AAAAAAAAEBY/jJC5Tm37n1o/s800/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362119549700814130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally figured out why he was so happy...now he's with my mom at last. I know that's what he wanted, but I miss him so much, now I have nobody. I know it has to happen eventually but having to go through it is so much harder than just knowing it will come someday. And the worst part is, he never got to see me get married or have kids. I should have listened, how could I have been so selfish. I know, I know, you told me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Aw, come on, I'm not heartless, I just give you a hard time. I'll miss your dad too, he certainly was special*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, he was. Thanks lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You're welcome. Truce?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't push it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoTGzhm0wI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/F63CbddqCjU/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoTGzhm0wI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/F63CbddqCjU/s800/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362119313969304322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Oh Adam dear, something to show you!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the?! No way! That's my mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Now do you believe?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I guess so, kind of hard to not believe a picture. Wow, that's creepy, but kinda cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You would say it was cool, you nerd.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoTGhfdKGI/AAAAAAAAEBI/kb6L0EEFwrI/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoTGhfdKGI/AAAAAAAAEBI/kb6L0EEFwrI/s800/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362119309128444002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After my dad passed away, I decided to make some changes. Winter had come but I told the gardener she could stay on anyway, she does a good job and doesn't annoy me, so I gave her a tip for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, thanks Mr. Morris!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please, call me Adam. And you do a great job, it's the least I can do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoTGWCLIoI/AAAAAAAAEBA/YeEw-Xp19ro/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoTGWCLIoI/AAAAAAAAEBA/YeEw-Xp19ro/s800/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362119306052838018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now maid girl on the other hand...not so lucky. You know I was going to can her first thing! But I have to say, she took it well, I guess she thinks she's so good she can get a job anywhere. Whatever, with her manners, she'll be lucky to get a job cleaning toilets at the subway. And what's up with the mailman, does he not know it's freezing? Still I think he was amused by my conversation with the nasty maid, he must know how she is too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoTGEmc4ZI/AAAAAAAAEA4/F6Bat1K5n_4/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoTGEmc4ZI/AAAAAAAAEA4/F6Bat1K5n_4/s800/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362119301373157778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey, I maxed out all my skills! I actually did it, no cheating! Well, I did use that head thing for a while but other than that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Well, you always have your nose in a book, so I believe it. Now may we have some mini-Adams? Or how about some fireworks, huh, huh?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say it but you're right. I do need to get out of the house and meet somebody, I owe it to my dad at least. And I could use some more winter clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Finally! I may throw myself a party later, you're actually going to try and meet a girl?!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoTGJy8QFI/AAAAAAAAEAw/a7lqU9NBm2w/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoTGJy8QFI/AAAAAAAAEAw/a7lqU9NBm2w/s800/18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362119302767722578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, I know it's crazy but I really am thrilled that I reached one of my goals, so I can take a break now and have some fun. Oh and I traded in my dad's truck, I couldn't drive it anymore, too depressing. I think I'm going to change the house too, it has too many memories of my parents, gotta do something to keep my mind off of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoS5fQo3dI/AAAAAAAAEAo/g7qgCeOU5LY/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoS5fQo3dI/AAAAAAAAEAo/g7qgCeOU5LY/s800/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362119085191126482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you believe this, it's that dog face girl who watched me try on these exact clothes and she's in a completely different store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"New sweaters, huh? They look incredible on your muscles, but then you could probably wear anything and make it look sexy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may barf. This girl has got it bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Can you blame her?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks but I really think you should just ring up my order."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She snorted and opened the register. Hopefully this is the last store I'll run into her at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoS5GKYfFI/AAAAAAAAEAg/_3NIfZxj0KA/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoS5GKYfFI/AAAAAAAAEAg/_3NIfZxj0KA/s800/20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362119078454000722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This...is Amanda Carlson. Vice President of some huge company, I met her at that store where donkey face girl works. She's a horrible dancer but she is kind of cute and we get along great. Hence why I invited her over to my house, which believe me, took every ounce of courage that I own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oh, I'm so proud, my baby boy's growing up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, you're so embarrassing, you are NOT getting to talk to Amanda. I know you'll show her some kind of gross picture of me in diapers or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoS5F8eCPI/AAAAAAAAEAY/41xzhpFJIS4/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoS5F8eCPI/AAAAAAAAEAY/41xzhpFJIS4/s800/21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362119078395644146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did I say she's cute or what? I love it when she gets excited about something, her eyes get all big and she smiles a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I dunno, she looks kinda scary in this one*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Well, she does. I know, she is rather cute though. So, friends or more?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you like to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoS453FYmI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/3RNKUyvbkjY/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoS453FYmI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/3RNKUyvbkjY/s800/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362119075151831650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Ha! Can't hide from me! I'd say you're going for more! Atta boy! First kiss, I may cry!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gag, go away! You're ruining the moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Snickers* Adam got his first kiss, Adam got his first kiss! Adam and Amanda, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who was that, Adam?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, nobody."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoS4kGd04I/AAAAAAAAEAI/qNTm4mzfCw4/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoS4kGd04I/AAAAAAAAEAI/qNTm4mzfCw4/s800/23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362119069310768002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm really having fun with Amanda, she's so awesome. I think she might be the one, camera lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*That's great! But you know, you can call me Emily, don't you?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, okay! So I guess that means you're sticking around then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You betcha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. This thing is really confusing, who can actually do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Who knows, I can't do them either. Nice face though*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Author's notes:&lt;br /&gt;Adam did go take a bubble bath on his own, he didn't care that there was a burglar at all! He cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel comes home with him every day and does the same thing! This was the first time I caught him in the trash though, then he goes and strips down and gets in the hot tub, shocking everybody that walks by! He never leaves until really late and I swear he is a college student, not an adult!&lt;br /&gt;Gabe is gone. Sob, I'll miss him! And I have no idea what happened to Allyn's tombstone, the picture is gone. And since WHEN do the ghosts climb the stairs?! I thought the bed's were safe upstairs, apparently not, she floated right up them!&lt;br /&gt;I cracked up when I saw the same cashier on a different lot and he just happened to be wearing the same clothes!&lt;br /&gt;Adam really hit it off with Amanda and I thought she was cute, so yeah, me hears wedding bells!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7887688098063299487-7013740354117696022?l=morrislegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrislegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/7013740354117696022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7887688098063299487&amp;postID=7013740354117696022&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887688098063299487/posts/default/7013740354117696022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887688098063299487/posts/default/7013740354117696022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrislegacy.blogspot.com/2009/07/times-they-are-changin12.html' title='Times, They Are A Changin~1.2'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03773184079079817171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TSYouXnimdI/AAAAAAAAFLE/lzJZSwcT_ss/S220/ACTUALitem117BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SmoT1GN4SII/AAAAAAAAEC4/cf_jm1pd7eQ/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887688098063299487.post-4289932315428151878</id><published>2009-05-25T13:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T14:35:18.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days 2-3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/ShsAmzI-UiI/AAAAAAAADyU/64iu-WGsPTk/s1600-h/Morris1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339862449740730914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 595px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 499px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/ShsAmzI-UiI/AAAAAAAADyU/64iu-WGsPTk/s800/Morris1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey, hey, it's me Adam! Lookin' fly on my way to the first day of work! Yeah right, this suit they gave me is way too small for me. I mean, you can't even see my muscles. How am I supposed to get chicks at work to take notice? Oh well, guess I'll have to rely on my brains instead, this suit makes me look like a chump, seriously. Anyway, off to work as a budding architect, I'm so excited, this is my dream! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/ShsAmhjQzaI/AAAAAAAADyM/grMkrMdmVos/s1600-h/Morris2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339862445019155874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 412px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/ShsAmhjQzaI/AAAAAAAADyM/grMkrMdmVos/s800/Morris2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I could not believe this, my first chance card, all right! I'm supposed to get 80% right, so we will see, that was the deal anyway in my rewards... &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/ShsAmU16fXI/AAAAAAAADyE/tzp01hIbdGM/s1600-h/Morris3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339862441607724402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/ShsAmU16fXI/AAAAAAAADyE/tzp01hIbdGM/s800/Morris3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes! First one didn't come out too bad, did it? Turns out, this guy I went to college with was... well, you'll see him a little later on. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/ShsAdqgOdDI/AAAAAAAADx8/vp79sJiaIF0/s1600-h/Morris4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339862292803515442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/ShsAdqgOdDI/AAAAAAAADx8/vp79sJiaIF0/s800/Morris4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what my dad did the entire time I was at work today, can you believe it? Talk about stress, tension headache! I think he was looking up sports or something, he gets bored being at home alone until he goes to work. Didn't I tell you? He has a part time job as a fish chummer, sounds pretty nasty to me but he's really liking it so far. He said it gets him out of the house or something, whatever. Shoveling fish guts is not my idea of fun, give me draft paper and a pencil any day! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/ShsAdjqerQI/AAAAAAAADx0/Y4VBizzbPoU/s1600-h/Morris5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339862290967473410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 564px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 499px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/ShsAdjqerQI/AAAAAAAADx0/Y4VBizzbPoU/s800/Morris5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at what that photographer lady caught while I was at work! Can you believe this woman? My dad pays her ten bucks an hour to half clean the house, I caught him mopping up puddles that SHE made out of the fish tank again, and she has the nerve to think this about him? And what's with the double bubbles, isn't one bad enough?! All he did was shoo her out of the bathroom so he could pee in private, she is SO out of here when I'm in charge. Lucy something or other, she's really not a great maid, fire her if you guys see her in your neighborhood! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/ShsAdWii5uI/AAAAAAAADxs/3bUskJPvaUc/s1600-h/Morris6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339862287444535010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/ShsAdWii5uI/AAAAAAAADxs/3bUskJPvaUc/s800/Morris6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here is me and Daniel LeTourneau coming home from work. I met him during my college days, hence the school cheer. Gotta love those Gerbits! Okay, corny! Anywho, he's still in school, guess he was behind me, not sure how long he's actually been there but he's really a lot of fun! Anyone who wears a cow suit must be fun, right? &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/ShsAdISBj7I/AAAAAAAADxk/rcCBd18DmZM/s1600-h/Morris7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339862283617144754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 598px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 499px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/ShsAdISBj7I/AAAAAAAADxk/rcCBd18DmZM/s800/Morris7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's me, out of my stuffy suit, could not wait to show off my pecs, even if it was just us guys. Hey, that photographer lady said she likes my muscles, lay off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel is super cool and playing a game of kicky bag really reminded me of college. Maybe I should have had more fun instead of sticking my nose in a book every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/ShsAdJvYn-I/AAAAAAAADxc/likkdelk9HY/s1600-h/Morris8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339862284008726498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/ShsAdJvYn-I/AAAAAAAADxc/likkdelk9HY/s800/Morris8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, maybe not! I do love me some books. I'm only like two points away from maxing out my mechanical skill, I would be stupid not to go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel's still around here somewhere, leave me alone so I can study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Okay, bookworm. Why couldn't you bring home a chick from work and get jiggy wit it?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause Daniel is fun and...and...I said leave me alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ooooo, touchy, touchy! Bookworm!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACK! Get out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Snickers* &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/ShsANnCxcbI/AAAAAAAADxU/rwVhYSOjMkw/s1600-h/Morris9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339862016996766130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 597px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 499px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/ShsANnCxcbI/AAAAAAAADxU/rwVhYSOjMkw/s800/Morris9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*So, that's what the cow looks like*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? Who the heck are you? Leave me alone, this water is so awesome and you are so annoying!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Excuuuuuse me! Cow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Adam told me about you, well I'm not a Morris, so beat it lady!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Okay, cow. Hey, are you naykey under those bubbles! Yipes!* (Throws down camera and runs for it) &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/ShsANUNJRcI/AAAAAAAADxM/CMHbDeM1tjY/s1600-h/Morris10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339862011939997122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 601px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 499px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/ShsANUNJRcI/AAAAAAAADxM/CMHbDeM1tjY/s800/Morris10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So after hearing an earful from my photographer about my fugly, rude, naked friends in the hot tub, I went to sleep. I mean jeez, it's not like anyone was out there with him. And the cow suit must be hot, so he probably doesn't wear anything under it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fast asleep when I saw something outside my window. What? I dunno, I went back to sleep. I did hear my dad go outside though, I thought it was weird because it was raining and it was super late but I had to work the next day, so I stayed in bed. What? Just cause my dad is old doesn't mean I'm going to babysit him. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/ShsANczyYeI/AAAAAAAADxE/22acWzK7X7s/s1600-h/Morris11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339862014249558498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/ShsANczyYeI/AAAAAAAADxE/22acWzK7X7s/s800/Morris11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Get this, the next morning before I went to work, he was ranting and raving about seeing the ghost of my mom, can you believe that? How ridiculous. I went to work and told him that it was just some fog from the storm and not to worry. He didn't look like he believed me though, he really must be losing it. Yeah, that's it, losing it. Ghosts are not real, duh. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/ShsANPK4eKI/AAAAAAAADw8/eaR1PT2OJCE/s1600-h/Morris12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339862010588330146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/ShsANPK4eKI/AAAAAAAADw8/eaR1PT2OJCE/s800/Morris12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm really liking this photographer lady, she captures all the great stuff I miss while I'm at work. We have a gardener too! I wondered who trimmed all the bushes and everything. What, I thought it could have been the photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yeah right, keep dreamin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, it's not THAT far fetched. Anyway, her name is Erica Jaya...err, somethin' and I haven't even gotten to meet her yet. I'll probably keep her around, she actually does her job unlike someone else I know in the public service department. *Cough* Maid Lady *Cough, Cough* &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/ShsAM0v7WnI/AAAAAAAADw0/KFXmt6iFv5Y/s1600-h/Morris13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339862003495950962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/ShsAM0v7WnI/AAAAAAAADw0/KFXmt6iFv5Y/s800/Morris13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at this! I totally missed this great moment for my dad! Glad I got a picture of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Say what? Who got it?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, YOU did, but I got to see it. I'm so proud of my dear old dad, he really has worked hard to provide for his family. Aw man, I just noticed that his life meter is getting pretty full. And hey, what's that little ghosty icon mean? He did NOT see a ghost, I don't believe it! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Shr_-qmt7DI/AAAAAAAADws/nuK2EGxlNXw/s1600-h/Morris14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339861760254798898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Shr_-qmt7DI/AAAAAAAADws/nuK2EGxlNXw/s800/Morris14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Man, another chance card? Do I have to get one every day I work? Oh yeah, that's me with some head thingy my dad had that's supposed to make learning faster. I forgot to take it off before I went to work. It was starting to make me feel funny though, maybe I had it on too long?&lt;br /&gt;*Ya think? It's not supposed to be worn all day, Adam*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW she tells me! UGH, I'll probably have second degree burns or something now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Shr_-eYZU5I/AAAAAAAADwk/cshzH2ZnmRg/s1600-h/Morris15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339861756973503378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Shr_-eYZU5I/AAAAAAAADwk/cshzH2ZnmRg/s800/Morris15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poo, well I guess that could have turned out worse anyway. I heard that sometimes you can get fired by picking the wrong thing on a chance card. That cannot be true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Yes it can, I've seen it happen. Mwa ha ha*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How cruel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*How true* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Shr_-S3PU-I/AAAAAAAADwc/_ob9hJUDMK8/s1600-h/Morris16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339861753881646050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Shr_-S3PU-I/AAAAAAAADwc/_ob9hJUDMK8/s800/Morris16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back from my second day of work, I'm really diggin' it so far. Daniel came home with me, again! I still can't figure out what he does, I'm not even sure he actually works there. My dad is getting behind again, he doesn't check the mail anymore. I mean, there are bills in here, hello! Ever since he supposedly saw that ghost, he's been scouring the internet for ways to contact the dead. Gimme a break, I'm paying these bills and sticking my nose in a mechanical book. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Shr_-KX6w7I/AAAAAAAADwU/WvXNwCf2Ago/s1600-h/Morris17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339861751602791346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Shr_-KX6w7I/AAAAAAAADwU/WvXNwCf2Ago/s800/Morris17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow! This thing really works! I maxed out my mechanical skill, boo yeah! But my head really hurts, so I think I'll take this weird thingy off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Probably a good idea*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, you told me so. I'm starved, are you coming upstairs to stare at me eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You know it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought so. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Shr_9wagATI/AAAAAAAADwM/tU74yF1n3x0/s1600-h/Morris18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339861744634298674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Shr_9wagATI/AAAAAAAADwM/tU74yF1n3x0/s800/Morris18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go away, jeez! Let me enjoy my accomplishment in peace with this sparkly fish dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Puh, Mr. No Fun*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well, call me crazy but the last time I checked, shy people do not like to be the center of attention. Go find Daniel, he's probably streaking in the hot tub again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cow face? No thanks, had enough of that eyeful, didn't you guys?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Just go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Okay, goodniiiiiight Adaaaaaam*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodniiiiight! Jeez, you're so annoying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Author's Notes:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing too eventful happened over the two days, so sorry if this one is a bit boring!&lt;br /&gt;I saw Allyn's ghost roaming around the yard for the first time, HAD to capture that! Of course, she scared poor Gabe, you wouldn't think they would do that to sims they loved!&lt;br /&gt;Daniel was totally naked in the hot tub and stayed until the next day. He was shocking everyone that would walk by! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;As I showed, Gabe's time is almost up, I think I'm going to avoid the elixer of life and just let him go. :(&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe he actually made $100,000! I rarely ever get them to actually earn that much.&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;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7887688098063299487-4289932315428151878?l=morrislegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrislegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/4289932315428151878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7887688098063299487&amp;postID=4289932315428151878&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887688098063299487/posts/default/4289932315428151878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887688098063299487/posts/default/4289932315428151878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrislegacy.blogspot.com/2009/05/days-2-3.html' title='Days 2-3'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03773184079079817171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TSYouXnimdI/AAAAAAAAFLE/lzJZSwcT_ss/S220/ACTUALitem117BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/ShsAmzI-UiI/AAAAAAAADyU/64iu-WGsPTk/s72-c/Morris1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887688098063299487.post-4160433731487626113</id><published>2009-04-06T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:26:22.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfzB9rKDLI/AAAAAAAADgE/sJlwigDE45E/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320988699822525618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfzB9rKDLI/AAAAAAAADgE/sJlwigDE45E/s800/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Hey there! My name is Adam Morris, my dad said you'd be here. Personally, I think it's weird that he asked you to come take pictures of us and everything but I'll cooperate. I think anyway. I just got back from college and haven't seen my dad yet, so I'm gonna go up to see him. Are you going to follow me? Of course you are..." &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfzBwcOwXI/AAAAAAAADf8/-z9x6BJgmFE/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320988696270258546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfzBwcOwXI/AAAAAAAADf8/-z9x6BJgmFE/s800/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you believe these clothes they put me in after I graduated? I mean, look how skinny they make me look. Granted, I did see a guy that got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;santa&lt;/span&gt; suit but I'm used to looking so muscular. I inherited my dad's skin and he's buff, so it makes sense that I would be, right? &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfzBvnDpsI/AAAAAAAADf0/afIOie7Xeuk/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320988696047232706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfzBvnDpsI/AAAAAAAADf0/afIOie7Xeuk/s800/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of dear old dad, that's him on the piano. He plays more and more since my mom died. I really don't know how much longer he's going to make it without her, he's been taking it pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recognize&lt;/span&gt; him too, he's quite famous actually. Well, not him but the guy he was cloned from is. What? You haven't heard of that? He was even named after the guy. From what I've heard, cloning is actually quite simple. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Sdfy3gM2JvI/AAAAAAAADfs/TERAFAYkMdA/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320988520112072434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Sdfy3gM2JvI/AAAAAAAADfs/TERAFAYkMdA/s800/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Hey dad, I'm back!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Adam! Oh, am I glad to see you, son. Did you have a good graduation party? Meet any girls?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is seriously bent on me getting engaged, it's nearly all he talks about. Drives me nuts. I mean, all I want to do is study, marriage is at the bottom of my want list. "Come on dad, I don't have time for girls, I really want to max out my skills first." &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Sdfy3k700OI/AAAAAAAADfk/AjG-i1LepWk/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320988521382858978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Sdfy3k700OI/AAAAAAAADfk/AjG-i1LepWk/s800/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I know Adam, but I'm an old man and I really want to see some grandchildren before I die. Studying is fine son, but don't miss out on the really great things in life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean? It's all he ever talks about! Doesn't he understand that there's more to life than dirty diapers and spit up? Like reading a philosophy book until you pass out or seeing something mysterious light up the sky in a flash. "Yeah, yeah, I know dad. I'll get there someday but I really want to wait a while. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Sdfy3qqPRzI/AAAAAAAADfc/osJdNYEG4Rk/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320988522919708466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Sdfy3qqPRzI/AAAAAAAADfc/osJdNYEG4Rk/s800/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad sighed, his name is Gabriel by the way. I think he really doubts that I'll ever get married. I will...someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you been to see your mother yet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I was going to go downtown and buy some clothes that actually fit me, these are way too tight. You want me to get you anything while I'm there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, thank you anyway." Gabriel said, going over to the couch to sit down. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Sdfy3hw756I/AAAAAAAADfU/0ONXb7w2LD0/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320988520531879842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Sdfy3hw756I/AAAAAAAADfU/0ONXb7w2LD0/s800/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Are you okay, dad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, sure, I'm okay. Just a little tired, these old legs can't hold out like they used to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really starting to worry about him, he was always so full of life. I started my way back downstairs when he said, "Oh, and Adam?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, dad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's good to have you home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled to myself as I headed down to the garage. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Sdfy3Upf83I/AAAAAAAADfM/SQH6RvZYhek/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320988517011026802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Sdfy3Upf83I/AAAAAAAADfM/SQH6RvZYhek/s800/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, this is the room where my mom used to make flower arrangements to sell in our home business that she started. My dad tries to keep it open at least a few days a week but he's getting so old and can't stand up all day. He can't make all the arrangements that she could either, she was so good at it. I know he will want me to take over the business someday but I really don't want a flower shop. I really want to be an architect, that's been my dream since I was a teenager. I wouldn't disappoint my dad though, somehow I would find a way to keep it open, I owe that to my mom, she made it what it is today. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Sdfyq-lmXvI/AAAAAAAADfE/kbPK0cIVEW0/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320988304930660082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Sdfyq-lmXvI/AAAAAAAADfE/kbPK0cIVEW0/s800/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know what you're thinking, for a guy who started out with an empty lot and a few thousand dollars in his pocket, how did my dad make enough money to have a house like this and have his own truck? Don't ask him that because he'll tell you the same old ridiculous story that a mysterious old woman gave him a magical genie lamp and it granted him a lot of money. I used to love that story when I was a kid but now, seriously it's getting quite old. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Sdfyqi28cEI/AAAAAAAADe8/S4jvr5bNxbY/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320988297487216706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Sdfyqi28cEI/AAAAAAAADe8/S4jvr5bNxbY/s800/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, my mom helped out a lot with all the bonuses she got out of the business, it's currently a level 6 and has gotten the "Best of the Best" award a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad worked his butt of to become Captain Hero and that's how he got so much money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't be silly, genies do not exist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do they? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfyqnDGqQI/AAAAAAAADe0/aLALjSbBuIo/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320988298611960066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfyqnDGqQI/AAAAAAAADe0/aLALjSbBuIo/s800/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Instead of going all the way downtown, I decided to stop at this little general store that wasn't there when I went to college. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfyqRithRI/AAAAAAAADes/wYVJYqxWvHQ/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320988292838950162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfyqRithRI/AAAAAAAADes/wYVJYqxWvHQ/s800/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went inside and sat down at the bar and noticed a couple of people playing pinball. They looked like they were having so much fun, it made me wish that I was a little more outgoing. I really don't have any friends, I'm too shy to even start up a conversation. And this goes no further, but I haven't even had my first kiss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hysterical laughing*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm sorry I told you. Jerk. I may be very dashing and handsome but I'm sort of afraid of girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfyqQcYpDI/AAAAAAAADek/J0_Z7uU_QMY/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320988292543980594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfyqQcYpDI/AAAAAAAADek/J0_Z7uU_QMY/s800/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And besides, most of them I meet look like this girl handing me the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is this?" I asked, looking down at the plate. It looked okay but it had a funny smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pineapple Surprise." she replied, turning back to the stove. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfydOPehEI/AAAAAAAADec/B972s9i1V-g/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320988068614669378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfydOPehEI/AAAAAAAADec/B972s9i1V-g/s800/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took a bite. Pineapple Surprise? More like, "Stick A Finger In My Eyes". It was horrible but I was hungry, so I ate the damn nasty stuff. It probably would have tasted better but I have 10 cooking skill points and it just isn't what I would want to pay $25 for. Now Lobster &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Thermidor&lt;/span&gt; on the other hand... &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfydJcQdXI/AAAAAAAADeU/sitr1g9kyFI/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320988067326096754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfydJcQdXI/AAAAAAAADeU/sitr1g9kyFI/s800/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I sat there digesting the surprisingly nasty pineapples, the girl from the pinball machine walked by me. What the hell is she wearing on her face? Now that is why this dreamboat is still single. Aren't there any cute girls in this town? Or at least one without clown makeup on. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Sdfyc0R7chI/AAAAAAAADeM/kfZSDixQy1k/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320988061645632018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Sdfyc0R7chI/AAAAAAAADeM/kfZSDixQy1k/s800/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went outside and wouldn't you know that it had started raining? And what kind of sick cosmic joke is it that we can't have umbrellas? I've heard about them, they keep your hair from getting wet. Who decided that we need to walk around with water pouring down over our heads? Some of us don't like it, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*More hysterical laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, you think it's funny that I'm going to look like a drowned rat now? I bet you don't walk around in the rain like it's not there. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfycwrOD6I/AAAAAAAADeE/mLY6B39LJCw/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320988060677967778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfycwrOD6I/AAAAAAAADeE/mLY6B39LJCw/s800/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shaking my head from side to side, it's all wet, remember? Oh wait, it's dry already. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, is that some kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pixely&lt;/span&gt; trick? Anyway, picked my dad up some groceries, I'm going to cook for him now that I moved back in. He just eats frozen dinners and lunch meat sandwiches since my mom died. The girl who rang up the groceries was hitting on me, she couldn't have been more than 13! I gave her the money and started browsing through some clothes, the ones I had on were not bad but I had to get out of them. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Sdfyc-EA5dI/AAAAAAAADd8/1sUPW2Hv5ic/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320988064271623634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Sdfyc-EA5dI/AAAAAAAADd8/1sUPW2Hv5ic/s800/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gag, this shirt is almost as bad as the one I have on! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfyQt8lDbI/AAAAAAAADd0/JRAIGFVA2RM/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320987853787041202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfyQt8lDbI/AAAAAAAADd0/JRAIGFVA2RM/s800/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Took me a while but I finally found some stuff my size. I told you I had muscles under that shirt. They look pretty good, huh? &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfyQriXC7I/AAAAAAAADds/u6J0yn9fQ54/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320987853140200370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfyQriXC7I/AAAAAAAADds/u6J0yn9fQ54/s800/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Snap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what did you just take a picture of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oh, nothing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder about that camerawoman, she takes pictures and I am not even looking at her. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfyQkHRDoI/AAAAAAAADdk/blnhXbULLl4/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320987851147513474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfyQkHRDoI/AAAAAAAADdk/blnhXbULLl4/s800/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to pay for the clothes and no I am not telling you how much I spent! I bought my dad a couple of outfits too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Glad you picked the black sweater, it looked delicious on you!" ugly red head girl said while ringing me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have got to be joking. Did she think I was into kids? And even if I was, she looked like the rest of the dog face girls I've seen around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid and got the heck out of there as she winked at me and made a gesture of a phone with her hand. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfyQZJkeRI/AAAAAAAADdc/MkV0UMP9GD0/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320987848204384530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfyQZJkeRI/AAAAAAAADdc/MkV0UMP9GD0/s800/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ran to the truck through the rain and headed back home. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfyQDYlHeI/AAAAAAAADdU/hc8CVxXO42E/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320987842361761250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfyQDYlHeI/AAAAAAAADdU/hc8CVxXO42E/s800/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It finally quit raining as I got back home and I headed upstairs to put the groceries away. Oh yeah, our house has the business and my bedroom on the first floor and everything else is on the upper level. Sorry if it's confusing, my dad had it built that way since he used to just live in the part that is the business. Yes our house really started out that small! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfyA_uxpKI/AAAAAAAADdM/MrxgpxeLRWU/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320987583683077282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfyA_uxpKI/AAAAAAAADdM/MrxgpxeLRWU/s800/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Hey, you're back soon. Did you find some clothes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, got you a few duds as well and I picked up some food. I think I'm gonna take a quick shower and then go pay mom a visit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad shook his head slowly, he looked like he had been crying. Nah, he's not that bad off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went back over to the piano without another word. Well, maybe he was losing it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfyAo4n1NI/AAAAAAAADdE/nMkg31i7FYo/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320987577550361810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfyAo4n1NI/AAAAAAAADdE/nMkg31i7FYo/s800/25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey, what the-&lt;br /&gt;You don't quit, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nope*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, even though I am quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;impressive&lt;/span&gt; in the male specimen area, I would appreciate SOME privacy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Why do you think I cut off the pic where I did? He he he*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still...can't a guy scrub himself in peace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Not while I'm around baby, now shut up or next time I'll give them the entire view!* &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfyAfpI3LI/AAAAAAAADc8/ZYCJXoDwJ8I/s1600-h/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320987575069498546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfyAfpI3LI/AAAAAAAADc8/ZYCJXoDwJ8I/s800/26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I get out of the shower and there is a woman in the bathroom! Other than that lady who's always snapping pictures of me. From the looks of her outfit, my dad has hired a maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, what are you doing in here?" How long had she been there and did SHE get the entire view?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked back at me like she was allowed in there, even when I'm in the buff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Duh, I'm cleaning the bathroom. What do you think maids do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I thought they played bingo for a living, what a witch! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfyAc7qQLI/AAAAAAAADc0/slKjJgKHCfo/s1600-h/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320987574341877938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfyAc7qQLI/AAAAAAAADc0/slKjJgKHCfo/s800/27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Miss, I know you are a maid and you clean up around here but don't you think it's rude to be in here while I'm in the shower?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She yawned in my face, can you believe that?! I don't even know what her name is and she was giving me attitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever." she replied, going over to clean the toilet. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfyADWUigI/AAAAAAAADcs/HQ41ahUDE0s/s1600-h/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320987567474379266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfyADWUigI/AAAAAAAADcs/HQ41ahUDE0s/s800/28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mildly enraged, I left the bathroom and came across my dad, mopping up a puddle in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing? If you hired a maid, isn't that HER job?!" &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfxxFT-JQI/AAAAAAAADck/xMmzjkBZH7E/s1600-h/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320987310303356162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfxxFT-JQI/AAAAAAAADck/xMmzjkBZH7E/s800/29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Well, I...uh...um. I was just helping her out, that's all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping her out? The woman needed help in the manners department, not mopping up puddles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you all right, dad? If you hired a maid, she doesn't need help cleaning up. Isn't that what you pay her for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me like he just realized it himself. "Yes, I suppose you're right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he really is losing it. "Okay, well, I'm going to go outside for a bit. You take it easy and relax." &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfxwgbxbZI/AAAAAAAADcc/I4njXyNFg8I/s1600-h/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320987300403965330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfxwgbxbZI/AAAAAAAADcc/I4njXyNFg8I/s800/30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really miss fishing, I used to be pretty good at it when I was a kid. Maybe I could convince my dad to get outside for a change and fish with me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfxwcPjLjI/AAAAAAAADcU/7VtxZOpR6bk/s1600-h/31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320987299278958130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfxwcPjLjI/AAAAAAAADcU/7VtxZOpR6bk/s800/31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll confess, I really miss my mom. She was such a great mother to me and as you can see, she fulfilled her lifelong dream and had a wonderful family. Maybe my dad did make a little sense about the family thing, I know it's important to have kids but it isn't my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish she were still here, if only for my dad's sake. He's really been depressed without her. I hope I can find somebody to love that much; somebody who isn't a donkey face, clown makeup wearing, weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was uncalled for, sorry all you ugly girls! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Sdfxv80dxWI/AAAAAAAADcM/HQsGuh6qbZI/s1600-h/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320987290843858274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Sdfxv80dxWI/AAAAAAAADcM/HQsGuh6qbZI/s800/32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went back inside after a while and went into my old bedroom. Can you believe that it still looks exactly the same? They didn't even turn it into a game room, how lame. I definitely would have! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfxvUYlFqI/AAAAAAAADcE/bxvRreRrQZk/s1600-h/33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320987279989479074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfxvUYlFqI/AAAAAAAADcE/bxvRreRrQZk/s800/33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My alien poster! Oh, I haven't seen this in years! Wait, what is that green stuff, that's something new. There's some of it missing, will have to ask my dad about that later. In the meantime, I really want to max out my charisma skills and I only have one more to go, so do you think you could make me an adult room, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'll see what I can do* &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfxbGG6I9I/AAAAAAAADb8/z7fnh5vcgqM/s1600-h/34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320986932559881170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfxbGG6I9I/AAAAAAAADb8/z7fnh5vcgqM/s800/34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*snap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, will you stop that?! I told you I was painfully shy, I really don't like someone watching me practice my speech!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sooorrry, Mr. Grumpy* &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Sdfxa4rRZmI/AAAAAAAADb0/6pFwSYHx1z8/s1600-h/35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320986928954304098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Sdfxa4rRZmI/AAAAAAAADb0/6pFwSYHx1z8/s800/35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice job on the room, I love the new bed and awesome blue computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Now do you have faith in me? And notice the bed is big enough for two, ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not you too! I told you, I don't want to get married yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Well, you can't have a legacy without generations, Adam* &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfxaZglO8I/AAAAAAAADbs/Neihs7hk0ks/s1600-h/36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320986920587967426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfxaZglO8I/AAAAAAAADbs/Neihs7hk0ks/s800/36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Duh, I graduated with honors, you know. I want to get a job first. Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! There's an opening for an architectural partner, I can't believe it! See, it's a sign, the job I want was listed first try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Uh huh. Great. What about kids and maybe a first kiss?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, sheesh! I just got back from college for crap's sake. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfxaF42yeI/AAAAAAAADbk/U-nrbbYTcMY/s1600-h/37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320986915321072098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfxaF42yeI/AAAAAAAADbk/U-nrbbYTcMY/s800/37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later that night, I was going upstairs to work out (yes, I'm quite active too) when I heard my dad sobbing in his bedroom. What's wrong with him now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfxZRw96AI/AAAAAAAADbc/B5Mh27mAEcI/s1600-h/38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320986901329340418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfxZRw96AI/AAAAAAAADbc/B5Mh27mAEcI/s800/38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh man, I forgot about this. He must have been looking at this picture. It was taken the morning that my mom died. It almost looks like he knew she was going to leave him and doesn't want to let her go. My poor dad is really taking this so hard. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfxLYzGwDI/AAAAAAAADbU/2KqMDp8KkuE/s1600-h/39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320986662699188274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfxLYzGwDI/AAAAAAAADbU/2KqMDp8KkuE/s800/39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Dad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Adam! I...I didn't know you were up here, I thought you'd be downstairs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to say, what could I say to make him feel any better? &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfxLUqrrbI/AAAAAAAADbM/9_4V5Unoczw/s1600-h/40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320986661590117810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfxLUqrrbI/AAAAAAAADbM/9_4V5Unoczw/s800/40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He pulled me into a hug and I squeezed him back hard. Maybe I didn't have to say anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so glad you're home, son. I was tired of being alone. You know, I still wake up and think that she's going to be right there beside me." &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfxLWMtboI/AAAAAAAADbE/o_Xgkgja5EA/s1600-h/41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320986662001274498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfxLWMtboI/AAAAAAAADbE/o_Xgkgja5EA/s800/41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I know dad, I miss her too. She was the best mom I could have asked for. It will be okay, I'm here for you now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know son, I love you. I've always loved you. You and your mother have meant the world to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love you too, dad. Goodnight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goodnight." &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfxLLrujpI/AAAAAAAADa8/3a1lKnkYGOs/s1600-h/42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320986659178581650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfxLLrujpI/AAAAAAAADa8/3a1lKnkYGOs/s800/42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feeling sad and sorry for my father, I went out on the back deck to watch the stars. My dad may have wanted a family all his life but this is where it's at for me. All the mysteries the stars hold could keep me occupied for hours, I swear I even saw a UFO one time in college. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfxLFP1vHI/AAAAAAAADa0/YPLzB49-AEc/s1600-h/43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320986657450998898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfxLFP1vHI/AAAAAAAADa0/YPLzB49-AEc/s800/43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep, family or not, I could look at the stars every night and live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Author's notes:&lt;br /&gt;I did bend the rules and send Adam to college, one child is supposed to stay in the household to carry on the legacy. I played with his dad and mom the same amount of time that he was gone and his mom didn't make it to see him come home! I may or may not continue to send the kids to college, it takes so long and is a part of the rules, even though I don't see the big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pic of Gabe and Allyn was really taken the morning she died, before I planned on doing this story, I knew she was going to die that day so I let them do the woo hoo and the next morning, here comes the grim reaper! I felt SO horrible for Gabe, he cried almost the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, this is writing itself, I am just along for the ride! Adam is a knowledge sim if you haven't guessed and he doesn't even care that he hasn't had a first kiss or even a real friend yet!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh yes and the genie lamp is not made up, I had it dropped off twice and that's how I was able to build their house so fast, Adam is only the second generation!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7887688098063299487-4160433731487626113?l=morrislegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morrislegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/4160433731487626113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7887688098063299487&amp;postID=4160433731487626113&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887688098063299487/posts/default/4160433731487626113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887688098063299487/posts/default/4160433731487626113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrislegacy.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03773184079079817171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TSYouXnimdI/AAAAAAAAFLE/lzJZSwcT_ss/S220/ACTUALitem117BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/SdfzB9rKDLI/AAAAAAAADgE/sJlwigDE45E/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887688098063299487.post-4165342742692397553</id><published>2009-01-01T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T10:56:42.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morris Family Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4q8Lc2AK1I/AAAAAAAAEaw/mTL3SYip1Jw/s1600-h/FamilyTree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 600px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4q8Lc2AK1I/AAAAAAAAEaw/mTL3SYip1Jw/s800/FamilyTree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443370004537944914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/Sol8P1w3xJI/AAAAAAAAENI/Xv3Zq8hN3ZA/s1600-h/FamilyTree.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7887688098063299487-4165342742692397553?l=morrislegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887688098063299487/posts/default/4165342742692397553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887688098063299487/posts/default/4165342742692397553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morrislegacy.blogspot.com/2009/01/morris-family-tree.html' title='Morris Family Tree'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03773184079079817171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/TSYouXnimdI/AAAAAAAAFLE/lzJZSwcT_ss/S220/ACTUALitem117BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RG19JNS0o0A/S4q8Lc2AK1I/AAAAAAAAEaw/mTL3SYip1Jw/s72-c/FamilyTree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
