<?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-27278288</id><updated>2011-09-09T21:49:46.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zeneith Legacy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeneithlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27278288/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeneithlegacy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zeneith Legacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554352274118730236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b318/anaguild/picture.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27278288.post-114816984932634993</id><published>2006-05-20T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T19:05:24.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chp. 4 The new house, the wedding, the new year's party, and four birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This chapter is going to be long, hence the title. But as long as it takes you to read times that by 3 to get how long it took me to put together...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The new house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/1newhouse1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/320/1newhouse1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/2newhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/320/2newhouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/Rkitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the walls go tumbling down...&lt;/strong&gt;believe it or not I destroyed the house and built this one, for TWO reasons. One, I like the view better and don't have to spin the camera, unless I want to use the backyard, with this new view I can also hang paintings on the back wall and see them! TWO, I couldn't stand the original house, it made me very upset, rose's death, sniff sniff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are the new rooms, close up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/320/Rkitchen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/320/Rbathroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Bathroom&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/Rmacbedroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/320/Rmacbedroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mac's new bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/Rlilybedroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/320/Rlilybedroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily's bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/Rlivingroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/320/Rlivingroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The living room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/Remptyroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/320/Remptyroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;An empty room, not sure what I'm gone use it for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/Rrosegrave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/320/Rrosegrave.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rose's grave, still the same bunny :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/mac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/320/mac.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's Mac in his PJs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/lilyblowbubbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/lilyblowbubbles.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lily blowing bubbles in the new house&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/lily.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/320/lily.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/lily.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Lily in front of the new house, she's beautiful, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The wedding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well this starts out with Mac meeting Marisa Bendett...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/Mmeetmarisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/320/Mmeetmarisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/Mcrushlovebestfriend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/320/Mcrushlovebestfriend.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then comes best friends, crushes, and lovers.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and a proposal...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/Mproposal.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/Mproposal.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/weddingtoast.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;A toast is given to the bride and groom, and the kiss afterwards, note Daisy was invited&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/weddingmarried.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/weddingmarried.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and they are married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/weddingclap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/weddingclap.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Claps for you guys, the girl in the blue is a neighbor I didn't invite her, she was just passing by.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/Weatcakemarisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/Weatcakemarisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eat cake Marisa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/weddingcakeeat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/320/weddingcakeeat.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, everyone gets some :D&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/Wgreatparty1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/320/Wgreatparty1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And the wedding party was a roof raiser, Mac and Marisa, did not get in the limo, because they couldn't leave Lily home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/lilymarisabonding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/320/lilymarisabonding.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lily seems to like Marisa&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/lilymakeover.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/lilymakeover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily follows the female tradition with her &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; makeover &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The new year's party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/Nmacbangbang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/Nmacbangbang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mac gets everything started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/Nlilysparkeler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/Nlilysparkeler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gotta love those sparklers Lily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/Nmarisasparkeler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/Nmarisasparkeler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Marisa too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/Nlilyfalling%20stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/Nlilyfalling%20stars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YEAH! Sparkles are falling from the sky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/Ndaisystars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/Ndaisystars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And on Daisy too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/Nmacblowout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/320/Nmacblowout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Opps! Mac blew himself up when trying to lit a firework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/Newyearsgrandfatherclock.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/320/Newyearsgrandfatherclock.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's grandfather clock, about time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/newyearspartytime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/320/newyearspartytime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Counting Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/Newyearsdance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/320/Newyearsdance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With those pots and pans. BANG, CLANK, BANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/Ndancebabydance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/320/Ndancebabydance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAPPY NEW YEAR! Well everybody decides to dance :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/Ngreat%20party2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/320/Ngreat%20party2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another great party, bye Daisy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Four Birthdays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/Bmichealbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/Bmichealbaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well first the birth of Micheal, Marisa and Mac's baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/Blilyteen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/Blilyteen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily grows into a beautiful teen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/Bmichealtoddler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/Bmichealtoddler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Micheal as a toddler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/Bmacelder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/Bmacelder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And its time for retirement for Mac...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daisy should return home soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27278288-114816984932634993?l=zeneithlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeneithlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/114816984932634993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27278288&amp;postID=114816984932634993' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27278288/posts/default/114816984932634993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27278288/posts/default/114816984932634993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeneithlegacy.blogspot.com/2006/05/chp-4-new-house-wedding-new-years.html' title='Chp. 4 The new house, the wedding, the new year&apos;s party, and four birthdays'/><author><name>Zeneith Legacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554352274118730236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b318/anaguild/picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27278288.post-114642132718051821</id><published>2006-04-30T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T11:22:07.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chp. 3 The Hard times, The Good Times, and College</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/lilygrewbad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/lilygrewbad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily didn't have the best birthday, she was very lonely without a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/hardtimeslilydaisy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/hardtimeslilydaisy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Daisy tried to step in, and help her, but Lily didn't want any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/sisterlylove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/sisterlylove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eventually things turned around and Lily opened up. She relised she needed Daisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/before.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After Everything cooled down with the family, and things were running smoothly without Rose, Daisy got ready for college, she packed up her room, before picture of room is above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/after.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And after, an empty room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/lilywave.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Lily said goodbye to Daisy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/daisyleave4college.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/daisyleave4college.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As she got in the car to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/daisyYA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/daisyYA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Daisy as a Young Adult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/greekhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/greekhouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess What! Daisy decided that because she worked so hard to get the scolarship money to rent a house, she ALWAYS wanted it to be there for her future decendents, and made it a Greek House so other students could enjoy it when Zeneiths weren't living in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/randomYA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/320/randomYA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just  a random college pic, scary people, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/daisycurtis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/daisycurtis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay so lone story short, Daisy opened up the University Directory and came across Curtis, They became friends, then crushes, then best friends, and will he become a Zeneith?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/firstkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/firstkiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think the location of her first kiss is sooo sweet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;PS: Curtis has already Pledged, will he move in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27278288-114642132718051821?l=zeneithlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeneithlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/114642132718051821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27278288&amp;postID=114642132718051821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27278288/posts/default/114642132718051821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27278288/posts/default/114642132718051821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeneithlegacy.blogspot.com/2006/04/chp-3-hard-times-good-times-and.html' title='Chp. 3 The Hard times, The Good Times, and College'/><author><name>Zeneith Legacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554352274118730236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b318/anaguild/picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27278288.post-114635371119866849</id><published>2006-04-29T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T16:35:11.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2: An Unexpected Turn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/snapshot_f124bb11_715fc16c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/snapshot_f124bb11_715fc16c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahh, so here is Lily with her dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/snapshot_f124bb11_315e5129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And the excellent student.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/320/snapshot_f124bb11_715fc1c2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The little trouble maker&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That night when everyone was sleeping..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/320/snapshot_f124bb11_715fcb28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Easter bunny came.(this is a hack I have availible on MTS2)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rose woke up, and ate her egg, her last meal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/snapshot_f124bb11_115fcd3f.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/200/snapshot_f124bb11_115fcd3f.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/snapshot_f124bb11_115fcd5a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/200/snapshot_f124bb11_115fcd5a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/snapshot_f124bb11_b15fcd9c.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/200/snapshot_f124bb11_b15fcd9c.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/snapshot_f124bb11_d15fcebb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/200/snapshot_f124bb11_d15fcebb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So she died :(, and we have out first grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/snapshot_f124bb11_f15fd26c.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mac got rid of the funny business, he would do it for Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/snapshot_f124bb11_b15fd4cf.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/snapshot_f124bb11_b15fd4cf.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rose's funeral (they didn't all have black outfits so I cordnated it so it was white and blue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/snapshot_f124bb11_515fd53b.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/snapshot_f124bb11_515fd53b.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It hit Daisy the hardest, Rose had been their her whole life, Lily wouldn't ever remember her mother :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/snapshot_f124bb11_515fd727.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/snapshot_f124bb11_515fd727.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The years passed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27278288-114635371119866849?l=zeneithlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeneithlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/114635371119866849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27278288&amp;postID=114635371119866849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27278288/posts/default/114635371119866849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27278288/posts/default/114635371119866849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeneithlegacy.blogspot.com/2006/04/chapter-2-unexpected-turn.html' title='Chapter 2: An Unexpected Turn'/><author><name>Zeneith Legacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554352274118730236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b318/anaguild/picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27278288.post-114633341009211275</id><published>2006-04-29T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T10:56:50.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1: Meet Daisy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;(I apologize for lack of pictures I already played the legacy some, before deciding to post it online)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our two new lovers couldn't be happier and the honeymoon led to Rose becoming pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[If I may stop right here to tell you the facts about my legacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Heiress is ALWAYS the first-born girl, I don't choose the genders of my babies (by saving the game before birth, and reloading till I am pleased)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I will not be using cheats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The hacks I have DON'T effect the gameplay of the legacy, to make it easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Even though this is not permitted following the rules, I will be sending sims to college and then moving them back into the legacy house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to say, enjoy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/macdaisysame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/macdaisysame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So here is baby Daisy, sorry to say she doesn't have the best looking nose, but thats okay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/200/Rosecloseup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Rose's new look&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/daisy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tee-Hee Happy birthday, you can kinda tells Rose is pregnant again, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/200/rosemakeover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lily is born and Rose takes on a whole new look...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/320/rosemakeover3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And again, along with Daisy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/320/2323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/400/snapshot_f124bb11_515e7274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here is baby Lily with her mom, who's pregnant again! A boy this time or 3 girls?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27278288-114633341009211275?l=zeneithlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeneithlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/114633341009211275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27278288&amp;postID=114633341009211275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27278288/posts/default/114633341009211275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27278288/posts/default/114633341009211275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeneithlegacy.blogspot.com/2006/04/chapter-1-meet-daisy.html' title='Chapter 1: Meet Daisy'/><author><name>Zeneith Legacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554352274118730236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b318/anaguild/picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27278288.post-114633165045399285</id><published>2006-04-29T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T10:29:16.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTRODUCING The Zeneith Legacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/Rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="253" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/320/Rose.jpg" width="340" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This Rose, a family sim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Founder of the Zeneith Legacy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Its not long before she meets Mac.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/1600/macoutfitclose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7798/2866/320/macoutfitclose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another Family sim (my brother made him over)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They get married, and the Legacy begins...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27278288-114633165045399285?l=zeneithlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeneithlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/114633165045399285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27278288&amp;postID=114633165045399285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27278288/posts/default/114633165045399285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27278288/posts/default/114633165045399285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeneithlegacy.blogspot.com/2006/04/introducing-zeneith-legacy.html' title='INTRODUCING The Zeneith Legacy'/><author><name>Zeneith Legacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554352274118730236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b318/anaguild/picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
