<?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-17903181</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:54:09.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gilmore Legacy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegilmorefamilylegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17903181/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegilmorefamilylegacy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>HappySimmer10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15038619005515835483</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17903181.post-112942000382920583</id><published>2005-10-16T01:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T22:17:22.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/Eric%20Gilmore%20-%20Legacy%20Founder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/Eric%20Gilmore%20-%20Legacy%20Founder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eric Gilmore (Aries)&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge Aspiration&lt;br /&gt;LTW =&gt; Become Hospital Chief of Staff (Achieved)&lt;br /&gt;Personality Points:&lt;br /&gt;S/N: 5&lt;br /&gt;S/O: 8&lt;br /&gt;L/A: 6&lt;br /&gt;S/P: 3&lt;br /&gt;G/N: 3&lt;br /&gt;Turn-Ons: Fitness &amp; Makeup&lt;br /&gt;Turn-off: Fatness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/Meager%20Beginnings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/Meager%20Beginnings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, here is my &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; humble abode. I know&lt;br /&gt;it's not much, but soon it will something that&lt;br /&gt;generations after me will be proud of. That,&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I quickly got a job as an Emergency Medical&lt;br /&gt;Technician. The pay wasn't much, but not much&lt;br /&gt;puts more food on the table than nada. Fortunately,&lt;br /&gt;this was my calling - I was good at it and I enjoyed&lt;br /&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wasn't a very good in the beginning. I made&lt;br /&gt;a lot of phone calls to Papa Sims Pizza. I always&lt;br /&gt;seemed to get the same delivery girl, Marie Mazza.&lt;br /&gt;She was very sweet and we seemed to click nicely.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon we were dating and things rapidly&lt;br /&gt;got serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was thinking about Marie day and night. She&lt;br /&gt;even made appearances in my dreams. I was&lt;br /&gt;definitely in love. One day, out of the blue, I proposed&lt;br /&gt;to Marie. Sure, we hadn't been dating that long, but&lt;br /&gt;I was anxious to start my family and building a future&lt;br /&gt;for my Legacy. Marie felt the same way and agreed.&lt;br /&gt;We were married in a small, but romantic ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;Marie had saved a little nest-egg for herself which&lt;br /&gt;we greatly needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We were able to be a small but quaint house.&lt;br /&gt;No, it wasn't much but it was cozy and enough&lt;br /&gt;for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/Marie%20Mazza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/Marie%20Mazza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Marie decided to grow her hair long and get a&lt;br /&gt;make-over. If I thought she was beautiful before,&lt;br /&gt;she was a total knock-out now!! What a lucky,&lt;br /&gt;lucky man I was. I had made the right decision&lt;br /&gt;choosing Marie to be my wife and the future mother&lt;br /&gt;of my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The future, however, turned out to be sooner&lt;br /&gt;than we thought. Nonetheless we were both&lt;br /&gt;extremely ecstatic! Our first child was on the&lt;br /&gt;way - were we going to be ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Marie's pregnancy went very smoothly. She&lt;br /&gt;had no morning sickness at all. If it weren't for&lt;br /&gt;the large bulge in the middle of her belly, we&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't even know she was expecting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Unfortunately, I was already on my way to the&lt;br /&gt;carpool when Marie's water broke. I didn't&lt;br /&gt;know until I came home that evening that she&lt;br /&gt;had gone into labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, if Marie's pregnancy had been smooth, the&lt;br /&gt;labor was making up for it. What awful pains&lt;br /&gt;she told me about. I only wish I could have&lt;br /&gt;been there to hold her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Although I have a feeling that my hand might&lt;br /&gt;have been squeezed to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My poor wife! After hearing this horror story,&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be pretty hard to talk her into having&lt;br /&gt;another baby. Maybe I'll give it a while before&lt;br /&gt;bringing it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And then she said, there was no more pain. All&lt;br /&gt;she felt was relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After the hours and hours of pain we had this&lt;br /&gt;beautiful bundle of joy to show for it. Marie&lt;br /&gt;said it had all been worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On behalf of Marie and myself, we'd like to in-&lt;br /&gt;troduce our precious baby girl, Hayley Marie&lt;br /&gt;Gilmore. She had my eyes and hair color but&lt;br /&gt;the rest is all her mother. Thank goodness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Marie was exhausted after the birth (of course&lt;br /&gt;that was expected) so I didn't mind taking time&lt;br /&gt;away from skill building to feed Hayley. My&lt;br /&gt;family was on it's way to growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Time seemed to fly by. I had been working so&lt;br /&gt;hard and finally reached my lifetime goal of&lt;br /&gt;becoming Chief of Staff, I felt I hardly had time&lt;br /&gt;to enjoy our baby. Hayley was getting so big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We had a small birthday party for Hayley. We&lt;br /&gt;had acquired a few friends but preferred to keep&lt;br /&gt;it family only. We only wanted to share these&lt;br /&gt;special moments with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hayley was mesmerized with the candles. Our&lt;br /&gt;baby was now a toddler. The fun was just&lt;br /&gt;beginning. Hopefully Marie and I would be up&lt;br /&gt;to the challenge of running after a toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Marie wasted no time trying to teach Hayley&lt;br /&gt;to talk. And what do you think her first word&lt;br /&gt;was? Of course, Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The toddler years flew by faster than when she&lt;br /&gt;was a baby. Where does the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hayley still loves the glow of the candles.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations little one, you're growing up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Woo hoo! Er, yipee!! What a cute little girl our&lt;br /&gt;Hayley had become. What a big girl she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As a baby Hayley had looked like her mom. But&lt;br /&gt;now she resembled me. I couldn't have been a&lt;br /&gt;prouder Poppa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Like her mother, Hayley grew her hair out.&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful little girl she had become. Soon&lt;br /&gt;she would be off to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now that Hayley was getting older, Marie and&lt;br /&gt;I decided it was time to expand the house. I&lt;br /&gt;was also trying to talk Marie into expanding our&lt;br /&gt;family (*wink wink*). We still weren't able to&lt;br /&gt;build Hayley her own room, but at least she has&lt;br /&gt;her own bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hayley and I enjoyed our time together reading stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She loved stories about bears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She also enjoyed music and musical instruments.&lt;br /&gt;I hope she continues this fascination. Hayley&lt;br /&gt;seems to have a natural talent for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well I was finally able to talk Marie into having&lt;br /&gt;another baby. Actually, it wasn't that hard. With&lt;br /&gt;Hayley growing up so quickly, she was beginning&lt;br /&gt;to miss having little ones around. Marie said this&lt;br /&gt;birth was still painful, but this time she was prepared&lt;br /&gt;for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We gladly welcomed another daughter into our&lt;br /&gt;family - Peyton Elise Gilmore. And she looked&lt;br /&gt;just like her older sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who loved her baby sister immediately. Hayley&lt;br /&gt;thought of all the things she would teach Peyton&lt;br /&gt;when she was old enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Talk about time flying by... here I am. About&lt;br /&gt;to become an elder. It's okay though. My life&lt;br /&gt;up to this point has been pretty full. I have two&lt;br /&gt;beautiful daughters, a gorgeous young wife, and&lt;br /&gt;I've reached the top of my career. I still wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;mind having a son... I'd by thrilled for one of my&lt;br /&gt;daughters to carry on mine and Marie's legacy,&lt;br /&gt;but a son would carry on the family name as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hmm.. what will I wish for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hope my wish comes true!! It will take some&lt;br /&gt;negotiating though, I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bring on the elderhood!! This doesn't seem so&lt;br /&gt;bad... I can totally rock it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hayley and I share the same birthday. So soon&lt;br /&gt;after I became an elder, she became a teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, our baby is growing up!! "They" aren't&lt;br /&gt;kidding when they say that time goes by so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Before we know it, we're old and gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My little girl is becoming a teen! Don't think just&lt;br /&gt;because I'm an elder I can't take a shotgun to&lt;br /&gt;some frisky teen townie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh great! Looks like the frisky teen is going to&lt;br /&gt;be my Hayley. Wouldn't you know it - a Romance&lt;br /&gt;sim just like her mother was when we first got&lt;br /&gt;married. I'm too old for this... (*Note* Marie&lt;br /&gt;was a Romance sim when she moved in, but I&lt;br /&gt;decided to take the -1pt and change her into a&lt;br /&gt;Family sim. Guess the Legacy fates are getting&lt;br /&gt;back at me now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There she is, my little Romance sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Changing her appearance again. What a&lt;br /&gt;beautiful "almost woman" Hayley had become.&lt;br /&gt;She'll be off to college soon, away from home and&lt;br /&gt;around all those young adult boys. 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