<?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-14743832</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:17:07.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legacy Challenge</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the story of my sims and their many generations.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>161</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-1593968720010005015</id><published>2006-10-25T14:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T16:21:46.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 22 All These Babies</title><summary type='text'>It's time to see all the fourth generation babies be born. This will be the last time I post about Amelia's kids outside of the home, unless something important happens. However you may see them from time to time, when they visit the main house.Claire and Cato are a riot to watch. They love each other so much.Even so much as to be rude to poor Dagmar.The time finally arrives. I missed the first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/1593968720010005015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=1593968720010005015' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/1593968720010005015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/1593968720010005015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2006/10/chapter-22-all-these-babies_25.html' title='Chapter 22 All These Babies'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a112/simstar28/all%20new%20start/th_1allthesebabies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-115689034458097078</id><published>2006-08-29T18:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:46:00.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 21 Generation 3 Preg-Party</title><summary type='text'>This post is more for the photos. I was really tickled that I got seven pregnant women in the same house for a party. And Amelia wants nothing more than to be a grandmother. She wouldn't mind having twenty.Amelia greets the first to arrive. Tamera, the one in the white shirt, Lucy, in the green, and Juliane.Claire is late, but she has made it.The party started with the greetings.Shannon was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/115689034458097078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=115689034458097078' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/115689034458097078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/115689034458097078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2006/08/chapter-21-generation-3-preg-party.html' title='Chapter 21 Generation 3 Preg-Party'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-115637114811594560</id><published>2006-08-23T18:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:46:00.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 20 Generation 3 All In The Family</title><summary type='text'>This update is about various houses. Juliane graduated college and moved into a small trailer. While she was in college, she had a brief case of insomnia, so her ltw was fulfilled. She officially knows everything now. But she wasn't happy. She wanted a man. And that's what she got. She met Leo in college. He was the dorm gardener.She fell in love quick.(three lightning bolts)They got engaged....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/115637114811594560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=115637114811594560' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/115637114811594560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/115637114811594560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2006/08/chapter-20-generation-3-all-in-family.html' title='Chapter 20 Generation 3 All In The Family'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-115577620797791584</id><published>2006-08-16T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:46:00.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 19 Generation 3 First Born</title><summary type='text'>Oliver, Amelia's first born is returning home. Kelly can't wait to see her half-brother.  She needs help with the college applications.With Shannon being an elder, Amelia just recently told Shannon that Kelly is their last child. He did not take it well. Even though she has ten kids, she only has three by him. He loves his step-children, but he was kind of hoping for atleast seven more.He is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/115577620797791584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=115577620797791584' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/115577620797791584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/115577620797791584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2006/08/chapter-19-generation-3-first-born.html' title='Chapter 19 Generation 3 First Born'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-115533830892246385</id><published>2006-08-11T19:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:46:00.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 18 Generation 3 Double the Trouble</title><summary type='text'>Twins Tanner and Nicholas were doing well in college. Their second year they pledged the same greek house that their brothers, and sister had pledged. In their attempts to bring more pledges in, they met a hottie. Meadow Thayer was her name, and Tanner was in love. Nicholas, who had a little more experience with girls, tried to warn his brother about rushing things with Meadow, but it was too </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/115533830892246385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=115533830892246385' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/115533830892246385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/115533830892246385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2006/08/chapter-18-generation-3-double-trouble.html' title='Chapter 18 Generation 3 Double the Trouble'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-115371185614787414</id><published>2006-07-23T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:46:00.227-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 17 Generation 3  Enough is Enough</title><summary type='text'>Amelia and Shannon were enjoying  their new life together. It had been a long time since a man paid attention to Amelia, and it felt good. They were done having kids and now they just wanted to raise them to be healthy and happy.It wasn't long after that Amelia realized she was late. After having eight kids, she knew the signs. Now how was she gonna tell Shannon. She lost her last husband, due to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/115371185614787414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=115371185614787414' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/115371185614787414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/115371185614787414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2006/07/chapter-17-generation-3-enough-is.html' title='Chapter 17 Generation 3  Enough is Enough'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-115127038374393455</id><published>2006-06-25T17:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:46:00.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 16 Generation 2 and 3 Happy Families</title><summary type='text'>I forgot a wedding. Here is Lucas and his future wife Nicole Thompson. Everybody showed. Lucas's mom and dad, his sister Tamra, and all his brothers.Lucas is so happy. Nicole is all he thinks about.Of course what's a wedding without a little pillow fight.Here they are on their way to their honeymoon. It's been awhile since I have played Mark Schehl's home. In case anybody forgot, he is Amelia's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/115127038374393455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=115127038374393455' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/115127038374393455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/115127038374393455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2006/06/chapter-16-generation-2-and-3-happy.html' title='Chapter 16 Generation 2 and 3 Happy Families'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-115007975129041676</id><published>2006-06-11T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:46:00.088-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 15 Generation 2  Dear Old Dad</title><summary type='text'>Part 1: Dear Old Dad                It's time to see how Brian Carr and his new wife Cassidy are doing. Of course Brian is feeling his age. And although he has quite a few children running around, he hasn't accomplished much else. He has quite a few enemies that would like to see him dead. His always wanted to be a Hall of Famer. But that was not likely.The triplets were growing up so fast. They </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/115007975129041676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=115007975129041676' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/115007975129041676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/115007975129041676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2006/06/chapter-15-generation-2-dear-old-dad.html' title='Chapter 15 Generation 2  Dear Old Dad'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-114988601823998076</id><published>2006-06-09T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:46:00.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 14 Generation 3 Wedding Blues</title><summary type='text'>Part 1 Cato's House       My first intention was to save Claire Day for my 3rd generation heir Oliver, but I have other plans for him, so Cato is the lucky guy. Cato and Claire had only casually met before. They moved in with Cato's  Uncle William and his wife Jade. Cato hadn't seen his Uncle in many years, and knew he was a recovering cheesehead. The moment Claire saw Cato it was love at first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/114988601823998076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=114988601823998076' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/114988601823998076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/114988601823998076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2006/06/chapter-14-generation-3-wedding-blues.html' title='Chapter 14 Generation 3 Wedding Blues'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-114982065254829469</id><published>2006-06-08T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:59.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 13 Generation 3 The Boring College Years</title><summary type='text'>It's been awhile since I last posted, and alot has happened with my Legacy family. This chapter is a quick summary of the Legacy boys in college. Lucas has been dating Nicole Thompson, they are now engaged, sorry no pic.Here is Cory. Nice looking boys.He is having a hard time finding a woman. And to make it worse, he was in love with his brother's fiance`.But Nicole didn't have a clue. She was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/114982065254829469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=114982065254829469' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/114982065254829469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/114982065254829469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2006/06/chapter-13-generation-3-boring-college.html' title='Chapter 13 Generation 3 The Boring College Years'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-114256575072458800</id><published>2006-03-16T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:57.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 12 Generation 3 Empty Nest</title><summary type='text'>I did this a little backwards, sorry. My last update I had Lucas and Cory in college, and when I went to blog this, I noticed they are still in the main house. Oh well, the pics still mean something to me.  Anyway, with Amelia working overtime, Lucas was learning to cook. The other children lost alot of weight during this time.Even Lucas's friends helped out with the kids from time to time.Amelia</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/114256575072458800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=114256575072458800' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/114256575072458800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/114256575072458800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2006/03/chapter-12-generation-3-empty-nest.html' title='Chapter 12 Generation 3 Empty Nest'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-114254334137886750</id><published>2006-03-16T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:57.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 11 Generation 3 The Boys Next Door</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I have trouble keeping up with what chapter I'm currently writing as it is, and I don't give each generation their own chapter sequence, as that would confuse me, and the way I write, you readers as well. I would just like to say that reading the way others have wrote their blogs have given me many ideas, and although I won't use them just yet, I will on my next Legacy attempt. But for now</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/114254334137886750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=114254334137886750' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/114254334137886750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/114254334137886750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2006/03/chapter-11-generation-3-boys-next-door.html' title='Chapter 11 Generation 3 The Boys Next Door'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-114239989857599028</id><published>2006-03-15T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:57.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Generation 2 Chapter 10 William the Lost Spare</title><summary type='text'>Remember William, he was the youngest of the Legacy clan, and was delegated to be the spare heir. Things changed when he was heading off to college though. The third generation heir was born, and that meant William was off the hook. William was jealous of his siblings, and acted out because of it. In college, he experimented with the latest drug...........  Grilled Cheese.  There were rumors </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/114239989857599028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=114239989857599028' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/114239989857599028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/114239989857599028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2006/03/generation-2-chapter-10-william-lost.html' title='Generation 2 Chapter 10 William the Lost Spare'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-114171124339432156</id><published>2006-03-07T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:57.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The rarest moment in a woman's life</title><summary type='text'>Three men doing dishes. I made no sudden movements, as to not disturb their concentration. They eventually allowed me nearby long enough to prepare their meal.Of course you didn't think they would cook dinner. Did you?  lol   I just thought these pics were too cute. My husband can't do anything without my oldest son tagging along. And now my oldest son has a tagalong of his own.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/114171124339432156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=114171124339432156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/114171124339432156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/114171124339432156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2006/03/rarest-moment-in-womans-life.html' title='The rarest moment in a woman&apos;s life'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-114097055649541894</id><published>2006-02-26T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:57.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Generation 3 Chapter 9 Oliver Adjusting at College</title><summary type='text'>Oliver is now in college, and it's totally coincidental that he ended up at his mother's old dorm. He did choose his mother's old room, because it was the only room with a big bed. Oliver found out that noone has had that room since his mother graduated. He even called her to lecture her about not making the bed. They had a nice laugh. Amelia also told him just because it's a double bed, doesn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/114097055649541894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=114097055649541894' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/114097055649541894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/114097055649541894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2006/02/generation-3-chapter-9-oliver.html' title='Generation 3 Chapter 9 Oliver Adjusting at College'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-114083837958637405</id><published>2006-02-24T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:57.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brian Carr's Outing with Baby</title><summary type='text'>Brian ddn't just cheat on his wife and girlfriends. He also cheated on his children. Here he is meeting with someone else's baby at a cemetary. I think the baby's name is Helen. Of course this is him leaving.But here he is, caught in the act. He is such a dog.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/114083837958637405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=114083837958637405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/114083837958637405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/114083837958637405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2006/02/brian-carrs-outing-with-baby.html' title='Brian Carr&apos;s Outing with Baby'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-114050147660605369</id><published>2006-02-21T00:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:57.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Treasures</title><summary type='text'>Here's me and Brian after Thomas was born.Here is Crystal at a Penny's wedding. Isn't she beautiful?Here's me with Thomas. I was in labor for almost a week.Brian goofing around. Pretending to catch baby. As you can see I was doing a wordsearch. He's lucky he survived.Crystal in one of her rare moments, being nice to her brothers.Thomas had been told that he was putting on weight. So he decided to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/114050147660605369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=114050147660605369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/114050147660605369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/114050147660605369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-treasures.html' title='My Treasures'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-113908229748226210</id><published>2006-02-04T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:56.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Generation 3 Chapter 8 Brian's New Life</title><summary type='text'>After the divorce, Brian found a cheap house three blocks away from his kids. It wasn't what he was used to, but he managed.He was so used to noise, with all the kids and everything, but he was enjoying the peace and quiet.He did have a room set up, for when his kids came to visit. Of course, they would have to alternate nights. Seven kids and all.Ahhh, Cassidy.. This was the woman behind his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/113908229748226210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=113908229748226210' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/113908229748226210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/113908229748226210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2006/02/generation-3-chapter-8-brians-new-life.html' title='Generation 3 Chapter 8 Brian&apos;s New Life'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-113807546999241931</id><published>2006-01-23T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:56.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Generation 3 Chapter 7 Growing up</title><summary type='text'>Regina's life was going really well. She had a great husband, a beautiful daughter, and she just got promoted. The only downfall was she lived with her parents. Her friends teased her about it, but she knew it was actually convenient. And it wasn't like her and BJ was mooching off of her parents. They both worked, and BJ had a nice little trust fund set up for Kami. Her mother Lia actually </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/113807546999241931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=113807546999241931' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/113807546999241931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/113807546999241931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2006/01/generation-3-chapter-7-growing-up.html' title='Generation 3 Chapter 7 Growing up'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-113744371503818284</id><published>2006-01-16T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:56.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Generation 3 Chapter 6  Protective Spirits</title><summary type='text'>Amelia wasn't totally in denial about her marriage. The flowers on her doorstep were a big sign that something was wrong. At first she thought they were from Brian. But when she read the card she realized they were for Brian not from him. One boquet was from her own best friend Trista. How could she have been so stupid to let that husband stealing tramp around her husband. The larger boquet was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/113744371503818284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=113744371503818284' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/113744371503818284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/113744371503818284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2006/01/generation-3-chapter-6-protective.html' title='Generation 3 Chapter 6  Protective Spirits'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-113649920986123265</id><published>2006-01-05T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:56.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Generation 3 Chapter 5 Near Death and Betrayal</title><summary type='text'>On the outside Amelia seemed to have it all. A nice home, good husband, five children, and one on the way. But what the common outsider did not see was the future for Amelia. She was to be betrayed by the one person she thought would never hurt her. Amelia loved her family, and she loved having her friends with her family. She would soon learn about the true meaning of friendship. This young </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/113649920986123265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=113649920986123265' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/113649920986123265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/113649920986123265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2006/01/generation-3-chapter-5-near-death-and.html' title='Generation 3 Chapter 5 Near Death and Betrayal'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-113591831939191296</id><published>2005-12-29T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:56.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Generation 3 Chapter 4 All Amelia's Children</title><summary type='text'>It's been awhile since we have been in the main Legacy home. So here's an update from the main Legacy house. This is their newly rebuilt home.Where we last left off Tatyana and Remington had passed away, and the family was trying to deal with it. Amelia had given birth to her third son and named him Lucas. This here is Cato as a toddler.And William has been a great help to his sister. He is now </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/113591831939191296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=113591831939191296' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/113591831939191296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/113591831939191296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/12/generation-3-chapter-4-all-amelias.html' title='Generation 3 Chapter 4 All Amelia&apos;s Children'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-113583872711107300</id><published>2005-12-29T01:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:56.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby</title><summary type='text'>This was my baby before he got sick. See how chubby he was.This is him a couple months later. Still looking good.And this was taken while he was sick. He lost alot of weight. We can see his ribs now. Of course he still had his fat belly. But how can you lose all that:)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/113583872711107300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=113583872711107300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/113583872711107300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/113583872711107300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-baby.html' title='My baby'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-113583759816683810</id><published>2005-12-29T01:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:56.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Llama Mama Tribute</title><summary type='text'>     After printing my christmas pictures, I realized I was wearing my LLama Mama shirt. The kids woke us at 4:30 in the morning, so I am half asleep. Sorry this pic is blurry. And the little guy is my son Thomas. He is the one that has been sick. I'm glad to say he hasn't had an incident since Friday, December 23rd. So all he needs to do now is gain some of his baby fat back. I would like to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/113583759816683810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=113583759816683810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/113583759816683810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/113583759816683810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-llama-mama-tribute.html' title='My Llama Mama Tribute'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-113496798105050522</id><published>2005-12-18T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:56.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Generation 3 Chapter 3 Mark's Story</title><summary type='text'>Remember Mark Legacy? He was Tatyana and Remington's third child, first son. He went on to college with Bailey and did well. After he graduated he moved back home, and settled into a cozy two bedroom house. Mark had never really been a ladies man. He had one girlfriend through-out college, Felicia Schehl. She was great, but once he graduated, things changed inside of him. He wanted to date other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/113496798105050522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=113496798105050522' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/113496798105050522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/113496798105050522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/12/generation-3-chapter-3-marks-story.html' title='Generation 3 Chapter 3 Mark&apos;s Story'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-113029744696056447</id><published>2005-10-25T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:56.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Generation 3 Chapter 2  The Families Building</title><summary type='text'>These are satelite updates of the other Legacy Children. This chapter is about Bailey Legacy and her life after college. Also an update on Regina, Tevion's twin sister.As soon as Bailey and Tevion graduated college, they bought a cute little house, and had a small wedding in the back yard. Bailey's brother Mark and Tevion's sister Regina came to the wedding. Bailey understood why her sister </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/113029744696056447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=113029744696056447' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/113029744696056447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/113029744696056447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/10/generation-3-chapter-2-families.html' title='Generation 3 Chapter 2  The Families Building'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112917446047869400</id><published>2005-10-12T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:56.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Generation 3 Chapter 1 Life and Death</title><summary type='text'> With Tatyana having hot flashes, she often walks around the house in her underwear. William tries to be polite, but it's hard to eat while his mother is sitting there half naked. He hopes none of his friends find out about this.Amelia just found out that she is pregnant again. She knows that Brian is not really the family type, but hopes that he will be just as happy as she is.Remington and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112917446047869400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112917446047869400' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112917446047869400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112917446047869400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/10/generation-3-chapter-1-life-and-death.html' title='Generation 3 Chapter 1 Life and Death'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112908825318021240</id><published>2005-10-11T23:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:56.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family</title><summary type='text'>  These are my kids.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112908825318021240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112908825318021240' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112908825318021240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112908825318021240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-family.html' title='My Family'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112905756348884002</id><published>2005-10-11T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:55.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Generation 2  The Birth of a New Generation</title><summary type='text'>Amelia and Brian are enjoying their honeymoon in Simagra Falls. Although they haven't left the room much.Meanwhile at home, the Legacys prepare for their return. William is a little apprehensive about having Brian and Amelia live under the same roof. He was a toddler when Amelia left, so his memory of her is vague. And since she has been back, she has been so busy with jobhunting and planning the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112905756348884002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112905756348884002' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112905756348884002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112905756348884002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/10/generation-2-birth-of-new-generation.html' title='Generation 2  The Birth of a New Generation'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112900170089478343</id><published>2005-10-10T23:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:55.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Generation 2</title><summary type='text'>Amelia's WeddingWell Amelia has moved back home to begin the 2nd generation. She was dating Shannon the cow mascot, but he got too serious too fast, and he was a little strange. She then met Brian Carr, and it was a whirlwind romance. They got married in her parents back yard with flowers everywhere. They invited their closest friends, which weren't many.Amelia's mother Tatyana was thrilled that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112900170089478343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112900170089478343' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112900170089478343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112900170089478343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/10/generation-2.html' title='Generation 2'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112891399328852184</id><published>2005-10-09T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:55.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More on the College Years.</title><summary type='text'>Ok, Bailey is not getting any sleep, due to her cell phone.  Poor Gal.Here's Regina all slim again. But she can never seem to keep it off.Atleast her and Bailey are better. They are hitting a litttle too hard though.Sorry the pics are blurry, I just noticed it. I'll go fix it.Here they are, the girls and one guy hanging out. My greek house is getting bigger.Regina is getting better with people, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112891399328852184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112891399328852184' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112891399328852184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112891399328852184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/10/more-on-college-years.html' title='More on the College Years.'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112817748299939717</id><published>2005-10-01T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:55.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Regina has just accepted that she will always have weight issues, but she has lost 25 pounds for now so all is good.This new boost in self-esteem gave her the courage to go off on Bailey. Tevion, of course took up for his princess.Later on Regina stuck her tail between her legs and apologized.She didn't want to lose her brother over that tramp. She figured he would one day see her for what she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112817748299939717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112817748299939717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112817748299939717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112817748299939717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/10/regina-has-just-accepted-that-she-will.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112817635558494733</id><published>2005-10-01T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:55.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bailey and Tevion are doing fine. Actually they are pretty boring.Except Tevion every now and then puts his foot in his mouth, and insults the new members of the house."That's the last time, I recommend breast implants.""I hope you are not still furious with me. I was just joking. I think you look great flat-chested."Two more members of our Greek house.Bailey whipping up her famous pancakes.Mark </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112817635558494733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112817635558494733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112817635558494733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112817635558494733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/10/bailey-and-tevion-are-doing-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112817568749328840</id><published>2005-10-01T10:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:55.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Regina was the outsider of the house. She was resentful of all these skinny girls running around. And the fact that Mark wasn't interested in her, just added to her low self-esteem. She didn't know what he seen in Felicia. She was livid when she found out Felicia was moving in.There was always some kind of a gathering at our pledge house, and Regina would always be the outsider. Not that Bailey </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112817568749328840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112817568749328840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112817568749328840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112817568749328840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/10/regina-was-outsider-of-house.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112814024759936276</id><published>2005-10-01T00:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:55.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chapter2 The College Years For now on I will write my legacy family in chapters. Wish me luck.      Well here is Mark, working his magic with Felicia Schehl. He just asked her to pledge. Mark is in love with Felicia, but does not know if he wants to settle down.Of course Regina has a crush on Mark, so she resents Felicia hanging around so much. Not that it would  matter. Mark did not feel mutual.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112814024759936276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112814024759936276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112814024759936276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112814024759936276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/09/chapter2-college-years-matter.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112594766552750906</id><published>2005-09-05T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:55.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three's a Crowd</title><summary type='text'>Regina sometimes felt left out of the mix. She was so used to sharing everything with her twin, however Bailey seemed to take all his attention lately. She liked Bailey, but she wished she wasn't around all the time.And of course he spent way too much money on her. Bailey was very poor, Regina couldn't even figure out how she got into college. She's not smart enough to get any scholarships. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112594766552750906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112594766552750906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112594766552750906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112594766552750906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/09/threes-crowd.html' title='Three&apos;s a Crowd'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112594646177387555</id><published>2005-09-05T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:55.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still close</title><summary type='text'>Bailey and Mark are still close. Mark looks up to his older sister. He is also very overprotective, so watch out Tevion.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112594646177387555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112594646177387555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112594646177387555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112594646177387555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/09/still-close.html' title='Still close'/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112594513536086310</id><published>2005-09-05T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:55.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112594513536086310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112594513536086310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112594513536086310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112594513536086310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/09/image-hosted-by-photobucketcom.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112567795415418519</id><published>2005-09-02T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:54.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bailey is doing well. Despite her earlier problems, Tevion is still a huge part of her life. She hopes they marry after college.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112567795415418519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112567795415418519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112567795415418519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112567795415418519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/09/bailey-is-doing-well.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112551682636707366</id><published>2005-08-31T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:54.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's Mark, he is a major jock. (atleast he looks like it in this picture)  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112551682636707366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112551682636707366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112551682636707366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112551682636707366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/heres-mark-he-is-major-jock.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112551672091651905</id><published>2005-08-31T15:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:54.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bailey sent this pic that Mark took while she was eating. She says that everything is fine. She lives in the dorm with her brother Mark, her boyfriend Tevion, and his twin sister Regina. She hopes to save up some money, so that they can get a place a off campus. But we will see.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112551672091651905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112551672091651905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112551672091651905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112551672091651905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/bailey-sent-this-pic-that-mark-took.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112551595698095105</id><published>2005-08-31T15:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:54.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well  I'm out of here. See ya in the neighborhood.   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112551595698095105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112551595698095105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112551595698095105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112551595698095105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/well-im-out-of-here.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112551588155095972</id><published>2005-08-31T15:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:54.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's my dad with us, he can't wait til I come back home. My mom however is not looking forward to the extra laundry.  ;) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112551588155095972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112551588155095972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112551588155095972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112551588155095972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/heres-my-dad-with-us-he-cant-wait-til.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112551575266050208</id><published>2005-08-31T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:54.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can you tell my mom is so proud of me? Either that or she wants to dirty dance with me. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112551575266050208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112551575266050208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112551575266050208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112551575266050208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/can-you-tell-my-mom-is-so-proud-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112551567121652855</id><published>2005-08-31T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:54.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That's right mom, I'm gonna be the next Chief of Staff. Even though that's not a want anymore. I rolled the dye and Amelia is now a family sim. Her Lifetime want is to marry off six children. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112551567121652855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112551567121652855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112551567121652855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112551567121652855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/thats-right-mom-im-gonna-be-next-chief.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112551551287202278</id><published>2005-08-31T15:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:54.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here I am in my cap and gown. Graduating makes you hungry. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112551551287202278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112551551287202278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112551551287202278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112551551287202278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/here-i-am-in-my-cap-and-gown.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112536080448960332</id><published>2005-08-29T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:54.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I graduate tomorrow. I can't sleep. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112536080448960332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112536080448960332' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112536080448960332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112536080448960332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-graduate-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112536076433052389</id><published>2005-08-29T20:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:54.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So anyway, I passed my finals. Yeah, I graduated with honors, Summa Cum Laude. WOOOOO HOOOO!!!!! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112536076433052389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112536076433052389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112536076433052389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112536076433052389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-anyway-i-passed-my-finals.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112536063875550640</id><published>2005-08-29T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:54.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's one my dad took. He really adores her. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112536063875550640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112536063875550640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112536063875550640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112536063875550640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/heres-one-my-dad-took.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112536059077690420</id><published>2005-08-29T20:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:54.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They are a cute couple though. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112536059077690420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112536059077690420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112536059077690420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112536059077690420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/they-are-cute-couple-though.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112536055684822715</id><published>2005-08-29T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:53.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EEWWW! They didn't have to send me this. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112536055684822715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112536055684822715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112536055684822715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112536055684822715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/eewww-they-didnt-have-to-send-me-this.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112536051421349938</id><published>2005-08-29T20:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:53.894-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's my mom, she didn't take aging well. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112536051421349938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112536051421349938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112536051421349938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112536051421349938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/heres-my-mom-she-didnt-take-aging-well.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112536046808917638</id><published>2005-08-29T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:53.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My dad sent me a couple of pictures of him and my mom. doesn't he look destinguished? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112536046808917638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112536046808917638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112536046808917638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112536046808917638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-dad-sent-me-couple-of-pictures-of.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112536037123684692</id><published>2005-08-29T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:53.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of course my body guard will be going too. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112536037123684692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112536037123684692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112536037123684692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112536037123684692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/of-course-my-body-guard-will-be-going.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112536032885693332</id><published>2005-08-29T20:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:53.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have the last of my finals in two hours. Wish me luck. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112536032885693332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112536032885693332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112536032885693332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112536032885693332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-have-last-of-my-finals-in-two-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112536022756675238</id><published>2005-08-29T20:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:53.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm getting so excited about graduation, I am singing in the shower! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112536022756675238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112536022756675238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112536022756675238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112536022756675238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-getting-so-excited-about-graduation.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112536015269563084</id><published>2005-08-29T20:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:53.565-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All my friends have been watching over me to make sure he doesn't come back. I didn't tell my parents about the incident, because I didn't want to worry them. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112536015269563084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112536015269563084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112536015269563084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112536015269563084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/all-my-friends-have-been-watching-over.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112536004669100524</id><published>2005-08-29T20:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:53.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A couple weeks later and I was only six days away from graduating. I wrote my mom and dad a quick note to remind them when to be here for the ceremony. I haven't seen Phillip since that night the police took him away. Although he has tried to call me. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112536004669100524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112536004669100524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112536004669100524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112536004669100524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/couple-weeks-later-and-i-was-only-six.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535977586929403</id><published>2005-08-29T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:53.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When Shannon saw me, he wanted me to go see a doctor. I insisted I was fine though. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535977586929403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535977586929403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535977586929403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535977586929403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/when-shannon-saw-me-he-wanted-me-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535966478270823</id><published>2005-08-29T19:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:53.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well here I am the next day. My face is pretty swollen. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535966478270823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535966478270823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535966478270823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535966478270823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/well-here-i-am-next-day.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535960375144107</id><published>2005-08-29T19:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:53.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We have often had uncomfortable silence between us, but here lately, it has become even more strained. Small talk is usually about overcrowded schools. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535960375144107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535960375144107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535960375144107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535960375144107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/we-have-often-had-uncomfortable.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535944877318468</id><published>2005-08-29T19:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:53.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really like Shannon, I wonder what he looks like under that cow costume. I honestly think he secretly roots for our team. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535944877318468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535944877318468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535944877318468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535944877318468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-really-like-shannon-i-wonder-what-he.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535930995766208</id><published>2005-08-29T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:53.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That night Shannon tried to help me forget about what happened. He invited a couple o f my friends over and we hung out in the dorm. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535930995766208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535930995766208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535930995766208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535930995766208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/that-night-shannon-tried-to-help-me.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535922390871922</id><published>2005-08-29T19:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:53.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The police were called and of course Phillip was arrested. I didn't like being called the victim though. But it was a valuable lesson I learned in life, and I will carry on to my future children. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535922390871922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535922390871922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535922390871922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535922390871922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/police-were-called-and-of-course.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535900852039016</id><published>2005-08-29T19:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:53.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Before I knew it, I was throwing punches as well. My mother raised me to not take nothing from noone. So I sure wasn't gonna take anything from Phillip without giving it back 100%. :) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535900852039016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535900852039016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535900852039016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535900852039016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/before-i-knew-it-i-was-throwing.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535882621021177</id><published>2005-08-29T19:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:52.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I couldn't believe I was in this situation. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535882621021177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535882621021177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535882621021177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535882621021177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-couldnt-believe-i-was-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535876219761878</id><published>2005-08-29T19:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:52.851-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He then lunged at me. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535876219761878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535876219761878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535876219761878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535876219761878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/he-then-lunged-at-me.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535872380270986</id><published>2005-08-29T19:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:52.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I could not move fast enough, I hit him back.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535872380270986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535872380270986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535872380270986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535872380270986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-could-not-move-fast-enough-i-hit-him.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535868466777704</id><published>2005-08-29T19:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:52.672-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And then it happened. He struck me. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535868466777704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535868466777704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535868466777704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535868466777704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/and-then-it-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535860869868581</id><published>2005-08-29T19:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:52.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He began to clench his fists, and when I saw him do this, I clenched mine in anticipation. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535860869868581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535860869868581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535860869868581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535860869868581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/he-began-to-clench-his-fists-and-when.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535843803881671</id><published>2005-08-29T19:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:52.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He had this rage in his eyes. I knew I was in danger. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535843803881671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535843803881671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535843803881671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535843803881671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/he-had-this-rage-in-his-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535786989919297</id><published>2005-08-29T19:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:52.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   I then went to confront Phillip about all his lies. I was expecting him to deny it, but he didn't, then he called me a whore. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535786989919297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535786989919297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535786989919297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535786989919297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-then-went-to-confront-phillip-about.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535771305452908</id><published>2005-08-29T19:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:52.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went upstairs and talked to Shannon before I went to do my hair. He told me that he had heard rumors, that Phillip was dating some drama student and that he had proposed marriage to her. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535771305452908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535771305452908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535771305452908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535771305452908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-went-upstairs-and-talked-to-shannon.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535753206795526</id><published>2005-08-29T19:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:52.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I continued to eat at first, not taking him seriously. Well that infuriated him. He stared at me for the longest time. And then I mentioned the blond girl that had approached me the day before. I never seen him look so angry. He just walked away. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535753206795526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535753206795526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535753206795526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535753206795526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-continued-to-eat-at-first-not-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535723926692321</id><published>2005-08-29T19:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:52.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Low and behold, Phillip shows up and makes a scene. I didn't know what to think. He was always jealous, but this was beyond jealousy. He starts flailing his arms and accusing me of screwing everybody at campus. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535723926692321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535723926692321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535723926692321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535723926692321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/low-and-behold-phillip-shows-up-and.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535698897035877</id><published>2005-08-29T19:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:52.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He was a good friend, but he didn't really have any advice for me. He didn't understand men anymore than I did. So we just went to breakfast together. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535698897035877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535698897035877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535698897035877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535698897035877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/he-was-good-friend-but-he-didnt-really.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535614636651528</id><published>2005-08-29T18:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:52.127-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Then I went to another friend, and asked him what did he think I should do.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535614636651528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535614636651528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535614636651528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535614636651528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/then-i-went-to-another-friend-and.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535600423847082</id><published>2005-08-29T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:52.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My friend (his name escapes me) told me to just forget about her. She is acting so highschool. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535600423847082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535600423847082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535600423847082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535600423847082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-friend-his-name-escapes-me-told-me.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535579321688095</id><published>2005-08-29T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:51.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I immediately go online to see if I could locate Phillip. But of course, I can't find him, so I e-mail him. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535579321688095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535579321688095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535579321688095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535579321688095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-immediately-go-online-to-see-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535569132286987</id><published>2005-08-29T18:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:51.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So she just smiles and says, "Do you go out with Phillip?"  A little stunned, I respond, "Yes, how do you know Phillip?" And then she smiles yet again, and walks away. Now I don't know what to think. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535569132286987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535569132286987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535569132286987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535569132286987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-she-just-smiles-and-says-do-you-go.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535539182490280</id><published>2005-08-29T18:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:51.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Then my friend told me she was still looking at me. So I turned and said, "Can I help you?" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535539182490280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535539182490280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535539182490280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535539182490280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/then-my-friend-told-me-she-was-still.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535530625817109</id><published>2005-08-29T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:51.795-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One day, I was hanging out talking to a friend of mine. And this girl came up to me and just stared at me. I didn't quite know how to approach her. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535530625817109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535530625817109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535530625817109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535530625817109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-day-i-was-hanging-out-talking-to.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535521130857928</id><published>2005-08-29T18:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:51.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I still talk to my mom and dad. They are doing great,  they just want grandchildren. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535521130857928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535521130857928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535521130857928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535521130857928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-still-talk-to-my-mom-and-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535512011250800</id><published>2005-08-29T18:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:51.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am doing good in school. Soon I will be graduating. I am very nervous about going in the real world. I sometimes wonder if Phillip is the one I will marry. I love him, but I don't really know how he feels about me. I'm afraid to bring it up, and scare him away. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535512011250800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535512011250800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535512011250800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535512011250800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-doing-good-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535491233440057</id><published>2005-08-29T18:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:51.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I also hang out with Shannon the cow mascot. Even though he is for the opposing team, he is pretty cool to hang out with. Phillip of course doesn't want me hanging out with him. He said it makes me look like a traitor to my school.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535491233440057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535491233440057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535491233440057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535491233440057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-also-hang-out-with-shannon-cow.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535461514192040</id><published>2005-08-29T18:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:51.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think about him nonstop. He is majoring in philosophy, but don't quite know what he wants to do yet. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535461514192040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535461514192040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535461514192040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535461514192040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-think-about-him-nonstop.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535450779504757</id><published>2005-08-29T18:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:51.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know I don't write in this enough to make my mother happy. But I got alot going on right now. Lately I'm exhausted, with studies and my new boyfriend and all.   Yes, I said it!! I have a boyfriend!!!   His name is Phillip, and he is dreamy. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535450779504757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535450779504757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535450779504757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535450779504757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-know-i-dont-write-in-this-enough-to.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535431476835379</id><published>2005-08-29T18:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:51.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>       I often wonder what my future holds for me. Will I get married? Will I have children? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535431476835379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535431476835379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535431476835379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535431476835379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-often-wonder-what-my-future-holds.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535419400795942</id><published>2005-08-29T18:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:51.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have kept up my grades so far. And I do go out occasionally. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535419400795942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535419400795942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535419400795942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535419400795942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-have-kept-up-my-grades-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535186083205008</id><published>2005-08-29T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:51.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>         I've been in college for a year, and I've grown alot. I think I made a great decision going in the medical field. Maybe I'll meet a lawyer and we'll be like the Cosby's. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535186083205008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535186083205008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535186083205008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535186083205008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/ive-been-in-college-for-year-and-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535166725011345</id><published>2005-08-29T17:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:51.145-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just talked to her and my dad the other day, and they told me that Bailey and Mark went off to college. It kind of made me sad. I lost touch with my siblings since I been here. My dad said William is doing fine and he just started first grade. He's growing up so fast. I guess he's not a baby anymore.  Sniff, Sniff. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535166725011345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535166725011345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535166725011345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535166725011345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-just-talked-to-her-and-my-dad-other.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535141466138670</id><published>2005-08-29T17:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:51.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of course, I can't change my major, my mother would have a coniption fit. She is so proud. So I'm kind of stuck.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535141466138670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535141466138670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535141466138670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535141466138670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/of-course-i-cant-change-my-major-my.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535128233543838</id><published>2005-08-29T17:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:51.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well let me think, It started with my major. I don't know what I was thinking going Premed. It's too much work. I have no time for a social life. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535128233543838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535128233543838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535128233543838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535128233543838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/well-let-me-think-it-started-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112535115991174591</id><published>2005-08-29T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:50.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a pic of me my first few weeks in school. I hated it. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112535115991174591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112535115991174591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535115991174591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112535115991174591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-pic-of-me-my-first-few-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112489405136401724</id><published>2005-08-24T10:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:50.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>        So my mother has told you her version of my college years. Let me tell you mine. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112489405136401724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112489405136401724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112489405136401724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112489405136401724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-my-mother-has-told-you-her-version.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112477420954186909</id><published>2005-08-23T01:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:50.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He is a good cook as well. I just love him in this shirt. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112477420954186909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112477420954186909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112477420954186909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112477420954186909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/he-is-good-cook-as-well.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112477416198936621</id><published>2005-08-23T01:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:50.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He's muscular!!   :) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112477416198936621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112477416198936621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112477416198936621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112477416198936621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/hes-muscular.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112477412182132962</id><published>2005-08-23T01:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:50.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow!! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112477412182132962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112477412182132962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112477412182132962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112477412182132962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112477408436282075</id><published>2005-08-23T01:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:50.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Then one day Mark turned to teenager..... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112477408436282075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112477408436282075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112477408436282075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112477408436282075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/then-one-day-mark-turned-to-teenager.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14743832.post-112477403011567108</id><published>2005-08-23T01:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:50.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uh Oh, I need to get Mark and William different hairdos. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112477403011567108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14743832&amp;postID=112477403011567108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112477403011567108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14743832/posts/default/112477403011567108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/uh-oh-i-need-to-get-mark-and-william.html' title=''/><author><name>simstar28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319167206352910394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
