<?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-21057033</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:30:32.963+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria's Legacy Tammi</title><subtitle type='html'>This is blog about my The Sims 2 Legacy Challenge Family.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacytammi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057033/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacytammi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375030451422604313</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057033.post-114077455628987049</id><published>2006-02-24T11:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T12:50:37.410+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5</title><content type='html'>After long discussions Lotta and Remukka made a decision. They really needed a fresh start. They were be afflicted with marital problems and they had resently found out, that their house was infected with some horrible and obscure bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They drove around adjacent areas, and finally they arrived to Perintölä (ok, lets call it as Legacytown ;)). They went to see local real estate agent, and he showed them house called Onnela (hard to translate, something about happiness). Nomen est omen, thought Remukka, and bought the house.&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/357/2127/400/snapshot_d0d59141_f0e29279.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Legacytown was pretty nice place to live, they had nice neighbours, who were all part of some weird legacy challenge. Remukka didn't quite understand what that ment, and did the neighbours even know about it, but he had heard some rumours about research made by some kind of highly intelligent race from other dimension. Thought Remukka was sure, it was just nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon it became clear, that Lotta really was pregnant. She gave birth to another son, Leo. Remukka was so happy about Lottas forbearance, that he promised to himself, he would never cheat again. He couldn't say that aloud, cause he had never confessed at the first place.&lt;/p&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/357/2127/400/snapshot_d0d59141_110b1b03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Because Leevi wasn't a baby of the house anymore, he decided to grow up, and became a teen. He followed after his fathers footsteps, and chose romance aspiration. &lt;/p&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/357/2127/400/snapshot_d0d59141_310b1b66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Leevi wasn't a pretty boy, but he sure started to look robust.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057033-114077455628987049?l=legacytammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacytammi.blogspot.com/feeds/114077455628987049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057033&amp;postID=114077455628987049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057033/posts/default/114077455628987049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057033/posts/default/114077455628987049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacytammi.blogspot.com/2006/02/chapter-5.html' title='Chapter 5'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375030451422604313</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-21057033.post-113820109936474990</id><published>2006-01-25T16:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T16:58:22.216+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/357/2127/1600/snapshot_d0d59141_10d85daf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/357/2127/400/snapshot_d0d59141_10d85daf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotta was sure, that something was going on behind her back. More than once happened, that when she came home, Marianne left at the same time. It was time to have some serious conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's time to decide, if you want to be married or not. I need your full commitment to this marriage, or you can keep the rings, and I keep Leevi and the house". &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/357/2127/400/snapshot_d0d59141_30d85d80.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Honey bunny, you are my everything, I'm so sorry, can we please try again, I'll be your knight in shining armour", Remukka was whining, and Lotta didn't have heart to dump him. But she decided, it was time to talk to Marianna also. And time to use some of the oldest and the most effective weapons only woman could use.&lt;/p&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/357/2127/400/snapshot_d0d59141_10d9a418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Let's take a bath, honey"&lt;/p&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/357/2127/400/snapshot_d0d59141_70d9a4d1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was hot...&lt;/p&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/357/2127/400/snapshot_d0d59141_10d9a45f.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...and steamy...&lt;/p&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/357/2127/400/snapshot_d0d59141_50d9a39a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and reminded Remukka, how nice it was to be married man after all...&lt;/p&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/357/2127/400/snapshot_d0d59141_50d9a165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next morning. Lotta was behind the house lurking for Marianne to show up, and when she did, Lotta jumped right infront of her swearing fiercely (as only Finnish people can :D).&lt;/p&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/357/2127/400/snapshot_d0d59141_90d9a14f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I know, that you are after my husband"...&lt;/p&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/357/2127/400/snapshot_d0d59141_b0d9a169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"But it is over right now"! Lotta was quite sure, that Marianne got the message, but did Remukka get it too? She wanted to be sure, so...&lt;/p&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/357/2127/400/snapshot_d0d59141_50d84fc5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remukka got what he wanted.&lt;/p&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/357/2127/400/snapshot_d0d59141_30d99f24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More than once...&lt;/p&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/357/2127/400/snapshot_d0d59141_f0d85583.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or twice...&lt;/p&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/357/2127/400/snapshot_d0d59141_10d9bb62.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so did she :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057033-113820109936474990?l=legacytammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacytammi.blogspot.com/feeds/113820109936474990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057033&amp;postID=113820109936474990' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057033/posts/default/113820109936474990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057033/posts/default/113820109936474990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacytammi.blogspot.com/2006/01/chapter-4.html' title='Chapter 4'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375030451422604313</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-21057033.post-113752541323496102</id><published>2006-01-17T20:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T12:30:37.160+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/357/2127/1600/snapshot_d0d59141_10d843fc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/357/2127/400/snapshot_d0d59141_10d843fc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Childhood is very short, and Leevi grew up under loving supervision. He started his school and soon got the best grades. Remukka got a new career in culinary business, he became a Drive Through clerk. It wasn't glamorous job, but gave Remukka a good opportunity to get closer to his dream, Chez Remukka, and few extra $ to build a bigger house. &lt;/p&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/357/2127/400/snapshot_d0d59141_d0d846a4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotta worked at the mornigs and Remukka at the evenings, so Leevi had always parent at home, when he ever neede one. Domestic happiness seemed to be perfect, but when the schoolbus disapeared from the sight...&lt;/p&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/357/2127/400/snapshot_d0d59141_f0d849e2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remukka and Marianne...&lt;/p&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/357/2127/400/snapshot_d0d59141_b0d85236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Remukka and Miina.&lt;br /&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/357/2127/400/snapshot_d0d59141_30d857f1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he wondered, was he going crazy with all those women...&lt;/p&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/357/2127/400/snapshot_d0d59141_d0d857c5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;but he just couldn't help himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057033-113752541323496102?l=legacytammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacytammi.blogspot.com/feeds/113752541323496102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057033&amp;postID=113752541323496102' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057033/posts/default/113752541323496102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057033/posts/default/113752541323496102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacytammi.blogspot.com/2006/01/chapter-3.html' title='Chapter 3'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375030451422604313</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057033.post-113752159580108983</id><published>2006-01-17T19:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T12:30:04.563+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/357/2127/1600/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/357/2127/400/food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe the young couple didn't have a palace to live, but Remukka certainly knew how to eat like a king :D! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Remukka sometimes dreames about his own restaurant, Chez Remukka. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/357/2127/1600/salute.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/357/2127/400/salute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lotta has a new job in the army, and she is doing it great. She is already the flight officer, and there seem to be no limit for her advancement potential.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Remukka did quit his job as Gas Station attendant, and decided to stay home, especially because Lotta was pregnant . Lotta had much bigger salary than Remukka, so she needs to feed the family. They had to buy cradle and other child suplies also, so money was really needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/357/2127/1600/birth.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/357/2127/400/birth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One day Lotta was taking the trashes out, when she suddenly felt shooting pain. Her labour had started. There was no time to go to the hospital, it was like one of those soapie child births; Extremely quick, painful and neat. And mother got her curves back as soon as the baby boy, Leevi saw the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Proud parents soon learned their lessons of parenthood. One of them was the fact, that you never have enough time to sleep, when you have a baby in the house. Or take photos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/357/2127/1600/reflections.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/357/2127/400/reflections.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lotta and Leevi, sharing a beautiful morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057033-113752159580108983?l=legacytammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacytammi.blogspot.com/feeds/113752159580108983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057033&amp;postID=113752159580108983' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057033/posts/default/113752159580108983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057033/posts/default/113752159580108983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacytammi.blogspot.com/2006/01/chapter-2.html' title='Chapter 2'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375030451422604313</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-21057033.post-113744212155122622</id><published>2006-01-16T21:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T12:29:42.586+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/357/2127/1600/snapshot_d0d59141_50d5937e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/357/2127/400/snapshot_d0d59141_50d5937e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotta is foundersim of the Tammi-family. Tammi means oak tree, and Lotta hopes that her family will be as an oak, strong and long-lived. Friendly neighbor here is trying to impress Lotta, but she has already got the sweetheart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotta is very active, and she likes to hang around in tracksuit even when she's not working out. Lotta has a big dream, and that is to get married and have a family. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/357/2127/1600/snapshot_d0d59141_d0d5a5df.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/357/2127/400/snapshot_d0d59141_d0d5a5df.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was joyful, when Remukka, pizzadelivery, said the magic-words, "I do". Remukka wasn't so sure, was that the right decision. Marriage ment the end of merry bachelordays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However Remukka promised himself to behave as a good husband should.&lt;br /&gt;Nomore one-night stands, nomore hanky-panky. At least not on honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Lotta could think, was getting pregnant, and that was the right job for Remukka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057033-113744212155122622?l=legacytammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legacytammi.blogspot.com/feeds/113744212155122622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057033&amp;postID=113744212155122622' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057033/posts/default/113744212155122622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057033/posts/default/113744212155122622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legacytammi.blogspot.com/2006/01/chapter-1.html' title='Chapter 1'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375030451422604313</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></feed>
