<?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-21296085</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:53:16.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Legacy Family Kummo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familykummo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21296085/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familykummo.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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21296085.post-113794034940126304</id><published>2006-01-22T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T02:18:13.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/357/2127/1600/kaisakosii.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/kaisakosii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It soon came the day, when Kaisa just couldn't keep her feelings as a secret anymore. She decided, that it was time to ask the big question: Will you Danny marry me?&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_50dc42ae_10dd53bc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Danny didn't need even a second to think, and answered right away : Yes I will, right now, right here! We don't need any big weddings, just you and me, and our love for each other.&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_50dc42ae_90dd526c.jpg" border="0" /&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_50dc42ae_70dd55c5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Unfortunately Danny didn't have any money, so they couldn't get proper house yet, but lot's of love and woohooing made that up :) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we all know, there's no such a thing as free lunch.&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_50dc42ae_90dd5a6e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One evening Danny noticed that Kaisa had a new shirt. "You should have bought a little bit bigger size", said that poor man. Kaisa didn't get upset, like normal wife would have done, because she really did have a good reason for her belly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It took few seconds for Danny to understand, what that belly ment. After all, he is a romance sim, and hadn't even dreamed about family so far. He just got the new job as an Mailroom Technician, and didn't have any time to consider propagation. &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_50dc42ae_70dd5a81.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the first shock he was happy, and felt that maybe family was the right thing for him. With his beutiful wife he would have all the romance he needed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21296085-113794034940126304?l=familykummo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familykummo.blogspot.com/feeds/113794034940126304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21296085&amp;postID=113794034940126304' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21296085/posts/default/113794034940126304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21296085/posts/default/113794034940126304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familykummo.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-21296085.post-113785075183516247</id><published>2006-01-21T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T05:39:11.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/357/2127/1600/snapshot_f0dc3bd6_d0dc3bd7.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_f0dc3bd6_d0dc3bd7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; May I present, folks: Kaisa Kummo. She is very neat, shy, active, serious and nice person. Her star sign is virgo. She bought a lot from Outolaakso (Strangetown) and moved in.&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_50dc42ae_50dc42af.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She could only buy some necessaries, like bed, shower, toilet and fridge. And the phone of course. She dreamed about family, and she needed every device to meet potential husbands. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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_50dc42ae_b0dd38ca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She is the girl who knows what she wants, and when she heard about young gardener Danny, that was still single, she made some planning... And planting! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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_50dc42ae_10dd4f59.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Could you please help me, my flower needs to be moistened with care"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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_50dc42ae_50dd3911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well her flowers did get water enough! But she didn't get what she wanted, so she needed a plan B. She studied Grandma's cookery book. Grandma always said, that the way to mans heart is throuh his stomach. It was time to find out, was that the truth. &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_00000002_d0dd3ad0.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Kaisa was quite confused in front of too many choices. And her happines depend on right choices. Oranges or tangerines?&lt;br /&gt;&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_50dc42ae_90dd4fdb.jpg" border="0" /&gt; When Danny arrived to dinner, it came obvious that he was old-fashioned man. He sat in the table, reading magazines, while Kaisa was cooking. Dinner turned out to be a success, but the meal wasn't the right way to Danny's heart...&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_50dc42ae_f0dd508a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;...her kisses were!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21296085-113785075183516247?l=familykummo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familykummo.blogspot.com/feeds/113785075183516247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21296085&amp;postID=113785075183516247' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21296085/posts/default/113785075183516247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21296085/posts/default/113785075183516247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familykummo.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>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
