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This is Mary Stewart, the founder of the Stewart Dynasty. Well, not that there is one yet, but there will be.

She's a family sim, with a lotta nice points and.... I can't remember anything else. I'm typing this at 3:05 in the morning, give me a little leeway here!


This is her, in her little no-floor, no-windows shack that she calls a home. Goodness knows what she's writing about in that journal. : /


Well, what's the first thing to do in a legacy challenge? Find them a mate, of course. So I went out and found her a suitable Lord Darnley. But without the assasins.



Great Scot, there he is!


Ach! He's even got th' brogues!

Move in?


Oh hell yeah!



So with the newfound funds I built them a new house. Which you shall not see pictures of for a while, because I forgot to take them.

But then they got a proper wedding, and a party that was actually OK, which is an achievement for me.



And it wasn't long until this happened.
You can't really see it in this picture, but only half of her stomach pops out, then it just cuts off. So it's like she's a... well... Damnit if I can't find a proper comparison! But it was weird. Really. Honestly.
And then they got robbed. Three times. In a row. I mean, honestly?

He stole the piano.



And it wasn't long after that when Mary had the most perfectest she-sim in the whole entire world. No, really. You'll see.
Enter Jackie Stewart (Yes, I know he's actually male, I just had to!). You won't see many pictures of her, because.

Anyways.... it wasn't long before she got preggers again,...

But not from her husband.
And this is apparently the only picture I have of the entire thing, because I suck at actually taking pictures.
...

BUT WAIT!!! 
I FOUND ONE!
A picture of the affair AND of  wee Jackie!!!! Double win!!! (I'm way too excited about this...)



Well, that seems like a good time to end this episode of the Stewart Legacy... more up soon!!
 

Current Mood:

sleepy

Well... this last week was very exciting. I went to Washington and New York on a school trip that cost, like, $1,000. Lemme see...

Monday -- No actual classes in school. We got briefed on the safety regulations, the "you'll get sent home if you do..." policy, our hotel room groups, and our chaperones. I got the most wicked chaperones! There was Mrs. D., my French teacher, Mr. G., my 7th grade social studies teacher who's REALLY funny and weird and cool, and Mr. P., another 7th grade teacher, this time science. We got all sorts of schedules and stuff and them watched an "R"-rated movie that was really serious and really gory. It was called Glory and starred Matthew Broderick, one of my favorite singers, and Cary Elwes, one of my favorite actors. So I got all excited, set three alarms, packed, and went to bed at 9:30. Stupid.

Tuesday -- Well, we were supposed to be leaving for the airport at 4:30 AM, but Mr. P. overslept. And here I had gotten up at 3:30! Sheesh. Well, we drive to Providence and everything and we get to the airport and everything's cool. Then one girl gets taken aside by security. So we sit on the plane for 1/2 and hour. My waterbottle leaked and got my five books (4 Terry Pratchett, and the fifth Harry 
Potter and the Half-Blood Prince). So she gets through (Finally!) And we take off.
I'd forgotten how beautiful things were from the sky.
Everything was so small! You could see cars and houses and people and they looked like miniatures! The landscape glittered under the morning sun and I forgot all about my hunger, unhappyness with my seat-mates and tiredness. It was so beautiful and so green! They say that we're running out of forests, but I think that they are overlooking the fact that we grow treet in ever available piece of land that we have!
So we touch down in Baltimore. Blah, blah, luggage claim, blah. Waiting for our bus; it was late. Bored. My friend Joe (male) had a suitcase bigger than mine or my friends, but not as big as the trunks that some of the "popular" girls were toting. Our bus comes and we begin our tour of two of the biggest American cities. 
Long, long bus ride. We finally get to Washington and we walk along the National Mall. It was cool and my feet were snug and comfy inside my boots. So we're walking and walking and finally get to the National Holocaust museam. It was a pretty building with two blocks of bronze in front of it. (Modern archatecture).  We get to the exhibit that we ment to see all along (The Daniel's Story exhibit) 
and I get shunted tot he back of the group with Mg. G., Joe, and Grace (My roommate-person) (Female, duh). We go through, then go outside and walk along the Mall some more. We get to the National Gallery, have lunch (Good but overpriced). See the Spy Museam -- not bad, but I would druther see Dorothy's slippers in the American History museam. See the French Masters in the National Gallery. One word to describe that -- WOW. We see a whole lotta memorials (Like, five) in an hour and a half. We had dinner at the ESPN zone and that was cool -- I liked the arcade-thing downstairs. Last memorial of the day -- the FDR memorial -- and finally we get to go to the hotel. It had a pool! The pool was co-ed. Eugh. Finally my friends and I get kicked out and we go to bed, exhausted. I slept in a chair.

Wednesday -- Awesome buffet at the hotel. I liked the French Toast. And the scrambeled eggs, but they had a bit much milk in them.  We went to Arlington National Cemetary. We walked and walked and I took pictures and walked. We saw the wreath-laying ceremony. Some kids from my school were picked to lay the wreath at the tomb -- luckies! I can honestly say that I think that at least one boy did not deserve the honour -- I had heard him laughing at the most racist and bloody parts of the movie. Then we went to Mount Vernon, George Washington's home. It was cool. We had lunch there. Pizza again. He had a nice oak tree -- really big -- that was perfect for reading a book by. So I did. Andthen it was off to Union Station for dinner (They didn't have any other time for it, so we weren't really hungry for dineer but starving by lunchtime). I got two books! One a Chronicles of the Cursed Sword manga cartoon-book and the other a Terry Pratchett novel. Then we saw the Twilight tattoo which was really boring. After that it was the W.W. II memorial and then we made an out-of-the-way stop for a photo op of the White House. Then it was back to the hotel. Looo-ng day, and yet I still stayed up and watched a Sci-Fi movie -- Darklight. It was good.

Thursday -- We had breakfast. They had sausages this morning! And then we went on the busses for a prolonged amount of time (over 4 hours) to drive to New York City. Drive, drive, drive. We watched Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone and started watching Friday Night Lights but it got shut off. Then Fever pitch started (Go Yankees!) and I zoned out. We missed the Ground Zero sighting because of traffic, but we got a bus tour of the city with a man who had once been a Smurf on Friday Night Live and did voice-overs for beer commercials. Then we went to the U.N. (Out of the country, you know!). We toured it and saw some really wicked art and a glimpse of a meeting of the least advanced countries in the UN.  Then we went to this shrimp restaraunt in Times Square. Man, was that hectic or what! Well, after a big shrimp-based dinner, we went... to...
A broadway musical.
Yes.
Tarzan was pretty good, but considering the fact that Wicked, Beauty and the Beast and The Phantom of the Opera were playing, I wish we could have gone to something else. But one of the busses broke down and we had to share our precious space with them. Luckily, most of my friends were on that bus. Boy was I tired....

Friday -- We had breakfast. I was so tired that I can't remember what I ate. Then we went in the coach and drove. And drove. Drove, drove, drove... I HATE DRIVING! Well, we finally got to our destination -- Six Flags! We drove through a safari - zoo - thing. The gorilla-monkey-things were disturbingly "X" rated. After that, we waited and waited and waited for our tickets. They wouldn't give them to Mr. G. because they thought he was just a teenager. Really! So when we finally got in, it was SO humid I could barely breath! We waited some more. So my friends and I went on a kiddie roller coaster, one of those outside turkish twist rides that made it even harder for me to breath, and a pendulum ride. Then I went with another girl on the Great American Scream Machine.
I found I had left my better judgement on the plane. Aargh.
We were coming back into the station-thing when it started to rain. Just a little bit at first, then harder and harder. Then thunder boomed and lighting flashed, striking the top of the ferris wheel. Luckily, it was empty. We were pulled into the station and ran as fast as we could to the meeting place near the food court-place. And so we waited for the stragglers soaking wet on the coach. Blah. And then guess what? WE DROVE. AND DROVE. AND DROVE. AARGH. 4 hours.

Well, it's all over now!