<?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-17275891</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:13:15.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking out loud...</title><subtitle type='html'>Your destiny unfolds by the choices you make...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-275209146974536476</id><published>2008-09-17T19:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:26:13.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>house pets / roommates ???? ojbarasta...</title><content type='html'>I can safely say that I HATE BUGS.... especially like the one I found in my bathroom the other night... big enough to step on me, not the other way around.  I am an love-all-kill-none kind of gal... don't mind insects... AS LONG AS THEY STAY OUTSIDE IN NATURE... I do NOT care for them as either house pets or roommates. Can't sleep at night.. feel like they are all over me... yuck....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am a spoiled Icelandic girl... not that fond of these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:yX6FVfm7NraCJM:http://www.cooperseeds.com/graphics/americanroach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:yX6FVfm7NraCJM:http://www.cooperseeds.com/graphics/americanroach.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;am soooooooooooooo gonna get another place next week... úff.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-275209146974536476?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/275209146974536476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=275209146974536476&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/275209146974536476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/275209146974536476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2008/09/house-pets-roommates-ojbarasta.html' title='house pets / roommates ???? ojbarasta...'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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-17275891.post-5329354918880954416</id><published>2008-09-12T17:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T17:44:36.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First month of my new life... :D</title><content type='html'>In short :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed in 6 places since I got here a month ago,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one was a hostel where I shared a room with 5 other and a bathroom with 11 others - sleeping on a upper bunk bed which I havent done in 20 years and must admit was a heck of a lot easier back then.  Another place I  got a bed partner and not the good kind ... - woke up with a cockroach on my hand... yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made a few friends, never been this popular with guys - great ego boost I must admit ;)  girls, you know what I am talking about... lolol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looooooooooooooooove manhattan - walked all over... and its great... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been to Usher concert in central park and west indies parade in brooklyn... so much fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is awesome.. not used to this size though - 14thousand people... come on - thats bigger than most towns in Iceland for crying out loud.. lmao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all life, is great :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; will try to blog more often... over and out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-5329354918880954416?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/5329354918880954416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=5329354918880954416&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/5329354918880954416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/5329354918880954416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-month-of-my-new-life-d.html' title='First month of my new life... :D'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-116620564871049612</id><published>2006-12-15T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T13:00:48.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Installing love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, ... how can I help you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, after much consideration, I`ve decided to install Love. Can you guide me though the process? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. I can help you. Are you ready to proceed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, I`m not very technical, but I think I`m ready. What do I do first? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/strong&gt; The first step is to open your Heart. Have you located your Heart? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, but there are several other programs running now. Is it okay to install Love while they are running? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/strong&gt; What programs are running ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer:&lt;/strong&gt; Let`s see, I have Past Hurt, Low Self-Esteem, Grudge and Resentment running right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/strong&gt; No problem, Love will gradually erase Past Hurt from your current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory but it will no longer disrupt other programs. Love will eventually override Low Self-Esteem with a module of its own called High Self-esteem. However, you have to completely turn off Grudge and Resentment. Those programs prevent Love from being properly installed. Can you turn those off ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer:&lt;/strong&gt; I don`t know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/strong&gt; With pleasure. Go to your start menu and invoke Forgiveness. Do this as many times as necessary until Grudge and Resentment have been completely erased? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, done! Love has started installing itself. Is that normal? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. You need to begin connecting to other Hearts in order to get the upgrades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer:&lt;/strong&gt; Oops! I have an error message already. It says, "Error - Program not run on external components " What should I do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/strong&gt; Don`t worry. It means that the Love program is set up to run on Internal Hearts, but has not yet been run on your Heart. In non-technical terms, it simply means you have to Love yourself before you can Love others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer:&lt;/strong&gt; So, what should I do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/strong&gt; Pull down Self-Acceptance; then click on the following files: Forgive-Self; Realize Your Worth; and Acknowledge your Limitations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/strong&gt; Now, copy them to the "My Heart" directory. The system will overwrite any conflicting files and begin patching faulty programming. Also, you need to delete Verbose Self-Criticism from all directories and empty your Recycle Bin to make sure it is completely gone and never comes back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer:&lt;/strong&gt; Gotit. Hey! My heart is filling up with new files. Smile is playing on my monitor and Peace and Contentment are copying themselves all over My Heart. Is this normal? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/strong&gt; Sometimes. For others it takes awhile, but eventually everything gets it at the proper time. So Love is installed and running. One more thing before we hang up. Love is Freeware. Be sure to give it and its various modules to everyone you meet. They will in turn share it with others and return some cool modules back to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer:&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you, God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-116620564871049612?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/116620564871049612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=116620564871049612&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/116620564871049612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/116620564871049612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2006/12/installing-love.html' title='Installing love...'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-116501162466177113</id><published>2006-12-01T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T17:20:24.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YORK NEW YORK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:v_P5tsV1ZjPmAM:http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/0/01/180px-Ilovenewyork.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:v_P5tsV1ZjPmAM:http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/0/01/180px-Ilovenewyork.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE NEW YORK !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will blog about my trip here when I get back, but I just wanted to say &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:v_P5tsV1ZjPmAM:http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/0/01/180px-Ilovenewyork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:v_P5tsV1ZjPmAM:http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/0/01/180px-Ilovenewyork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-116501162466177113?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/116501162466177113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=116501162466177113&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/116501162466177113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/116501162466177113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-york-new-york.html' title='NEW YORK NEW YORK'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-116450218902702017</id><published>2006-11-25T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T19:49:49.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>True about me or not, you tell me ???</title><content type='html'>***Your Birthdate: December 28***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a Type A personality so big it makes other Type A's shrink away in shame.You never shy away from adversity - and you love to tackle impossible problems.Failure is not an option for you, and more than a few people are put off by your ego.You tend to be controlling, and you hate leaving anything up to chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your bold approach to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: You don't accept help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Bronze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-116450218902702017?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/116450218902702017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=116450218902702017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/116450218902702017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/116450218902702017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2006/11/true-about-me-or-not-you-tell-me.html' title='True about me or not, you tell me ???'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-116389431817562503</id><published>2006-11-18T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T18:58:38.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>male bashing what ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Men are like .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;…………..... Laxatives ... They irritate the crap out of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;…………..... Bananas... The older they get, the less firm they are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;………........ Weather… Nothing can be done to change them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;………........ Blenders… You need One, but you're not quite sure why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;………........ Chocolate Bars ... Sweet, smooth, &amp;amp; they usually head right for your hips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;…………..... Commercials … You can't believe a word they say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;………........ Department Stores ... Their clothes are always 1/2 off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;………........ Government Bonds ... They take soooooooo long to mature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;………........ Mascara... They usually run at the first sign of emotion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;…………..... Popcorn... They satisfy you, but only for a little while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;…………….. Snowstorms ... You never know when they're coming, how many inches you'll get or how long it will last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;………....... Lava Lamps ... Fun to look at, but not very bright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-116389431817562503?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/116389431817562503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=116389431817562503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/116389431817562503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/116389431817562503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2006/11/male-bashing-what.html' title='male bashing what ???'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-116364098485949791</id><published>2006-11-15T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:54:09.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of Katla...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2917/1658/200/Picture%20403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My beloved Katla passed away exactly one year ago. I still think about her and miss her, I still miss her alot. It is amazing how much you bond with your pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was always there, loved me unconditionally, tolerated all my mood swings and kept me c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ompany.... well, as long as I fed her that is, he he he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who met her, loved her. How could they not, she was so silly... with her big ears and ridiculous body build. She was very poorly built for a labrador. But I still think she was the cutest dog in the whole universe... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2917/1658/1600/Picture%20445.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2917/1658/200/Picture%20445.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to pull her ears up like this and sing the theme from Batman but as Batdog... hahaha, she would get so annoyed, can you see the look on her face ? The eyes, hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Too bad that I don't have a picture of her "smile", but you, who knew her, know what I am talking about. The ears standing out, like they were ponytails hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2917/1658/1600/Picture%20056.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2917/1658/200/Picture%20056.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every christmas she would were her christmas hat and we would go downtown on the 23rd of dec, when everybody was finishing their christmas shopping in a panic attack. She would put smiles on lotz of faces ... no wonder, she is such a cutie, don't ya think ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2917/1658/1600/Picture%20398.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2917/1658/200/Picture%20398.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I always gave her a christmas present, usually something very smelly, and she would walk around with it in her mouth extremely proud until she "unwrapped" it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And of course she would get christmas food, something good, and she would eat with the rest of us (instead after dinner).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;She never was very fond of running a lot, but she did like the snow... for a little bit. This picture was taken few days before her death.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; She seemed happy and for that I am glad. We didn't stay outside for long though, her highness got cold fast hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2917/1658/1600/Picture%20450.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2917/1658/200/Picture%20450.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But she always did prefer staying in, snug under a rug or even better... my bed covers... hahaha, thats how we used to sleep by the way, she would sleep with her back to me and me with my arms around her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2917/1658/1600/Picture%20103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2917/1658/200/Picture%20103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Needless to say, there was a LOT of dog hairs all over the place and change of bedsheets quite frequently...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2917/1658/1600/Katla%20and%20me.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2917/1658/200/Katla%20and%20me.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss her still but now it is a good kind of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;feeling. She was a big part of my life for 10 years and I don't regret having her, even though it broke my heart when she passed away. She gave me more than you guys will ever know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My beautiful Katla, you are forever in my heart. May you rest in peace&lt;/strong&gt;.&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/17275891-116364098485949791?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/116364098485949791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=116364098485949791&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/116364098485949791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/116364098485949791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2006/11/memories-of-katla.html' title='Memories of Katla...'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-116336549351364883</id><published>2006-11-12T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:04:53.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Time, I will strip for you if you slow down a little bit ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Deary me how time goes by fast !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to convince mr. Time to slow down a little bit, so I can keep up, but he just ignores me.I've begged, pleaded, threatened, promised, blackmailed, you name it, I've tried it but no Mr. Time won't slow down, not even a tiny winy bit... What to do, what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised this morning that I haven't blogged in a while, been thinking about it though. Have written quite a few blogs in bed before going to sleep but never put them "on paper". So here is a short recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend - sibling weekend - excellent food, lots of fun playing Partyspil even when loosing. Had fun at the club, made a pass at a guy then found out he wasn't single, oh well.. Anna Lóa (my "little" sister - HÆ SÆTA !!!) crashed on the couch until tuesday... great fun --- and NO fighting, at least not between us... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week - working, working... and what was that last thing ? Oh, yeah... was working...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend - work,work,work with a little pit stop at Pravda for a moment. Not much fun, went home early pissed off :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forecast for next week :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mornings - gym,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days - studies, school assignments, house cleaning, including going through boxes and THROWING THINGS OUT!!! yes me, Alda Lilja, I am going to get rid of things I don't need or don't care about, believe it or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evenings - work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo, fun fun fun :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-116336549351364883?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/116336549351364883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=116336549351364883&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/116336549351364883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/116336549351364883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2006/11/mr-time-i-will-strip-for-you-if-you.html' title='Mr. Time, I will strip for you if you slow down a little bit ...'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-116242554392983959</id><published>2006-11-01T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T19:14:08.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember the days...</title><content type='html'>I am clearly not 17 anymore :(  After my week in hell, I have been more or less ASLEEP.   How that is possible, I don't know.  I remember the days where I'd go to school at 8 am, spend all day in school, work more or less all evenings until midnight + the weekends during the days, and still have energy to go out clubbing every thursday, friday, saturday and sunday!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have one busy week and it takes me weeks to recover... unbelievable. But I still am twentysomething - and will be twentysomething until 8.20 pm on the 28th of december !! I will admit to nothing else !! Here is my most recent picture, taken yesterday. I look very young for a twentysomething year old, don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://secure.gallerian.org/butik_sven-hornell_kat/upload/bilder_mellan/706_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the fact that I worked 143 hours in october with my school has something to do with my fatigue.. just maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I still am a little bit anti-tech so so long for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-116242554392983959?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/116242554392983959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=116242554392983959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/116242554392983959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/116242554392983959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-remember-days.html' title='I remember the days...'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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-17275891.post-116208308278931913</id><published>2006-10-28T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T20:51:25.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming amish ???</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I am so lucky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of last weekend writing an 20 page essay, due last monday about violence in films and its effect, we had to watch a movie and analyze and describe the violence in it and how it showed.  I wrote about "Once were Warriors", a film from New Zealand about domestic abuse in Maori families. Good film, very dramatic.. anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending a lot of time on it, my computer starts to behave weird, getting slow and shutting down.  I try to recover my data from the hard drive but no, my computer crashed and I last those 20 pages.  Excellent, I always want to have my work thrown away ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide to pull an allnighter in school writing the damn thing AGAIN. I get there around 4 or 5 pm and stay up allnight, writing the damn thing.  Luckily for me, not so good for my professor though, my professor had a sick kid at home and told us to leave the paper in a postbox so I had extra time.  At 6 am the stupid system restores itself and by that reformatting the hard drive on all the computers, and therefore loosing the damn 20 page essay AGAIN...  What are the odds of loosing the same friggin' work twice due to technical problems ???  I spent an entire hours searching everywhere I could think of for that essay... oh, by the way, the system restore wasnt supposed to happen on computer people were logged on.  It was a glitch... just my luck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have cried when I went home at 7am on monday morning, vowing to moving to Pennsylvania, becoming amish and NEVER TO TOUCH A COMPUTER AGAIN !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manage to sleep for 3,5 hours, wake up and try to find SOMEONE to fix my computer, but apparently there is only 1 certified Sony laptop workshop in Europe.  Yes you read right the first time, 1 in Europe.  So I decided to pay loads of money to get a new hard drive in Iceland since I can't be without my baby Vaio...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaanyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get something to eat, run some errands needed to be run and pull an allnighter again, but somehow less enthusiastic about the whole thing... Don't know why, maybe to have to watch the friggin move and count the blows to a jaw for the third time got to me... well, I spend the night in front of the screen, saving the third draft of my 20 page essay in 3 different places!!!  Anyway, I finally turning the damn thing in and walk home longing for my bed around 9.30 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manage to sleep somewhat fitfully until I have to go to work at 4 pm.  I try to do a little bit of studying since I had a test on wednesday and hadn't read a thing in that course...  Well, I woke up and studied for about 90 minutes before the exam. My little sister came to Reykjavik to help me out with my apartment that wednesday and we manage to move my stuff around in my very small 36 m2 apartment. That day ends with me driving her back to where she lives in Hvanneyri and I get home around 2,30 am.  I work about 8-10 hours thursday and friday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seldom been so tired, we are talking about I fell asleep before 11 pm last night.  Me going to sleep early on a friday ??? that is unheard of, I am such an nightowl !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been one week of horror !!! so take it from me, back up every data you have or are working on in SEVERAL PLACES or you might have to pull an allnighter several times !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent enough time in front of the computer writing this blog, I am still a little bit anti-technological...  OVER AND OUT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-116208308278931913?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/116208308278931913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=116208308278931913&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/116208308278931913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/116208308278931913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2006/10/becoming-amish.html' title='Becoming amish ???'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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-17275891.post-116041477669753978</id><published>2006-10-09T13:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T13:26:16.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>jólin jólin jólin koma brátt...</title><content type='html'>Æ dónt bílív itt.. jólin fara að koma bráðum... gúlp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maður þarf að fara að hugsa um jóla þetta og jóla hitt... sem er í sjálfu sér ekki slæmt nema að mér finnst sumarið RÉTT AÐ VERA AÐ ENDA... er varla komin í haustgírinn, hvað þá jólagírinn.  Samt hlakka ég alltaf til jólanna, vildi bara að ég hefði aðeins meiri tíma þangað til.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-116041477669753978?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/116041477669753978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=116041477669753978&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/116041477669753978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/116041477669753978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2006/10/jlin-jlin-jlin-koma-brtt.html' title='jólin jólin jólin koma brátt...'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-115983253584333360</id><published>2006-10-02T19:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T19:42:15.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2006</title><content type='html'>Hello all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes I am still alive.  Somehow time has passed so fast that I can't keep up :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the year 2006:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was ill and ended up in a hospital,&lt;br /&gt;didn't go to the university but still managed to finish 1 big course this spring inspite of my illness, kudos for me (need all I can get)&lt;br /&gt;spent the summer cold, wet and outside,&lt;br /&gt;fell in love and consequently got my heart broken,&lt;br /&gt;found out what I want to be when I grow up,&lt;br /&gt;am now working in a café about 65% and going to school fulltime,&lt;br /&gt;wanted to do bellydancing this fall but my bank account didnt agree,&lt;br /&gt;Need to step up my game about studying but hey what else is new,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna try to blog more often, it feels good to vent online.  The only problem is how personal should my ranting be ? will posting some personal stuff about me come back to hunt me one day ? or am I just paranoid ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  I hope ya'll good and hope to seeya soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-115983253584333360?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/115983253584333360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=115983253584333360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/115983253584333360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/115983253584333360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2006/10/2006.html' title='2006'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-114868743958144340</id><published>2006-05-26T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T19:54:58.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship prayer LOL ...</title><content type='html'>May the fleas of a thousand camels infest the crotch of the person who screws up your day and may their arms be too short to scratch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:aarRo5GFZgVMiM:http://gobnf.org/i/wm/buttons/smiley/highres_smiley_left.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.plasticbombshop.de/catalog/images/cover/132872.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-114868743958144340?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/114868743958144340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=114868743958144340&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/114868743958144340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/114868743958144340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2006/05/friendship-prayer-lol.html' title='Friendship prayer LOL ...'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-114698541024569911</id><published>2006-05-07T02:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T03:09:41.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ótrúlegar Hetjur ...</title><content type='html'>Ég verð að deila þessu með ykkur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ég hef fylgst með skrifum þessarar ungu móður núna í nokkrar vikur.  Á hverjum degi lít ég inn og fylgist með hvað er að gerast í lífi hennar, mannsins hennar og mjög veikri eins árs dóttur þeirra.  Það er ótrúlegt hvað sumir hafa styrk til að þola.  Ég tek ofan fyrir þessari litlu fjölskyldu, þetta eru sannar hetjur sem hafa snert svo marga með hugrekki sínu.  Þar að auki er Bebba (mamman) fantagóður penni, ég hef hlegið og grátið, stundum bæði í einu.  Heimurinn þarf fleira fólk eins og þessar hetjur. Þau hafa fengið mig til að líta í eigin barm og fyllast auðmýkt og þakklæti yfir það sem ég hef fengið í lífinu.  Þessi stelpa er nýorðin 22 ára en einstaklega þroskuð.  Styrkur hennar, bjartsýnisraunsæi, kímni, sorg og gleði kemur svo vel í gegnum skrifin hennar að mér finnst ég þekkja þau öll, Bebbu mömmuna, Hjörleif, pabbann og Bryndísi Evu, yndislegu litlu prinsessuna. Þau hafa snert streng í hjarta mínu.  Vona ég innilega að allir góðir vættir passi þau og óska þeim alls hins besta, kveiki á kerti fyrir þau og sendi þeim kærleiksstrauma.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lítið á skrif hennar Bebbu, saga þeirra mun ekki láta neinn ósnortinn.  Þau eiga skilið allt hið besta í geiminum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bebbaoghjolli.blogspot.com"&gt;Hetjusaga Bebbu, Hjörleifs og yndislegu Bryndísar Evu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-114698541024569911?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/114698541024569911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=114698541024569911&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/114698541024569911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/114698541024569911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2006/05/trlegar-hetjur.html' title='Ótrúlegar Hetjur ...'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-114665803481137854</id><published>2006-05-03T08:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T08:15:42.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are you ?</title><content type='html'>You scored as Belle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Belle! Belle is the only princess who finds love for inner beauty. She is down-to-earth. She is smart and sophisticated, and she loves her family very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=11104&amp;first=yes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Which Disney princess are you ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm wonder if I'm going to marry a beast ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1110146674Belle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-114665803481137854?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/114665803481137854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=114665803481137854&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/114665803481137854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/114665803481137854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2006/05/who-are-you.html' title='Who are you ?'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-114643147610315405</id><published>2006-04-30T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T17:12:22.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>langt en fyndið...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fann þetta á netinu og varð að deila því með ykkur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ég og vinkona mín vorum einu sinni staddar í útlöndum, við pöntuðum okkur mat og þegar við vorum búnar að bíða í smá stund þá kallar vinkona mín á þjóninn og spyr: Is my pizza far away? hann var fljótur að svara: No she´s just in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Í bíói: miðstærð af COCKPORN og KÓK:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Var úti í boltaleik með yngsta syni mínum, hann var rétt farinn að tala, vorum s.s. að kasta á milli. Hann æpti alltaf "mamma píka" (grípa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coke with clakes please :c)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Þið kannist við lagið: Energy og trú (m Stuðmönnum)? Mágkona mín fyrrverandi söng hinsvegar (Allir saman nú)...Öryrki á túr.... og hélt það svo innilega að þetta væri textinn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;í laginu D-I-S-C-O söng ég hinsvegar We are eskimos... lalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where can I find a speedbank?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eitt skiptið á bar á Írlandi þá vantaði mömmu svo rosalega penna, hún spurði barþjóninn "dú jú hev a penis?"&lt;br /&gt;Hann glápir á mömmu,svo niður þar sem djásnið er og aftur á mömmu og segir, "yes I do" og með þetta þvílíka bros á sér! og það þarf ekki að taka það fram, að það varð allt vitlaust úr hlátri og mamma rauðari í framan en allt sem rautt er og var sko fljót að koma sér út!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eins líka hestamaðurinn með útlendingana í reiðtúr "Now we are going to fuck on the horses" og þegar einn kom of nálægt "hey! don't fuck so close to me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna have half a kitchen (átti að vera chicken).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigrún er einstæð móðir. Þegar þetta var sett yfir á ensku þá kom út: Sigrún is a lonely standing mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a bean.... it lies in the eyes upstairs.... i went into a shaddow about it.... i stone slept over my self... og meira og meira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mér finnst langfyndnast þegar þessu er klúðrað í bíómyndum í sjónvarpinu, ég hef meðal annars séð í mikilli hasarmynd tvo gaura labba inn í tóma vöruskemmu og eru eitthvað að læðupokast, svo heyrist eitthvað þrusk og annar þeirra segir "We've got company" og það var þýtt "við erum með fyrirtæki"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annað soldið fyndið var í einhverri barnamynd, kona var að hengja út þvott á snúruna og það voru einhverjir álfar flögrandi í kringum hana og trufla hana og hún segir "Damn fairies!" og það var þýtt "bannsettir hommar!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já hef einmitt séð "I'm gone" sem " Ég heiti Gone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Íslendingur sem var í verbúð hér fyrir vestan og var búinn að týna gleraugunum sínum. Eftir mikla leit án árangurs spurði hann Suður Afrísku stelpurnar sem bjuggu með honum "have you seen my reading machine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Þýðing í einni af bókunum um Frank og Jóa var á þá leið að þeir bræður hefðu farið að labba niðri á strönd með döðlurnar sínar... hafði sem sé verið "with their dates"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Á einu kremi sem ég keypti voru leiðbeiningar á íslensku, stóð m.a. að það væri ekki ætlað fyrir konur í hjúkrun. Reif svo miðann af og sá enska textann, þá var það nursing women, sem eru konur með börn á brjósti. Smá munur þar á.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;frænka min ætlaði að vera svaka klár og biðja þjón á veitingastað um borð fyrir 6 manns, benti svo pent á eitt borðið og sagði við þennan líka huggulega þjón "can we have sex on this table" veit ekki hvor var rauðari í framan frænka mín eða þjóninn, en guð minn góður hvað við hlógum mikið hinn 5 fyrir aftan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ég heyrði um eina konu sem var að fara til útlanda (þegar FILA merkið var vinsælt) og dóttir hennar bað hana um að kaupa FILA föt. Þegar hún kom heim aftur og stelpan spurði hvar fötin væru sagði mamman "ég fór í alveg fullt af búðum en það var bara enginn sem kannaðist við Elephant föt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stelpa sem ég vann með fór í verslunarferð til útlanda. Hún var að leita af gallabuxum á manninn sinn og afgreiðslumaðurinn spyr hvernig maðurinn hennar líti út. Þar sem þann var afar hár og horaður svarar hún hátt og snjallt: "He is very tall and very horny"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamma vinkonu minnar var með gistiheimili, en var ekkert alltof góð í ensku. Eitt skipti var hún að tala við einn kúnnan (kk) og þegar hann er að fara kallar hún á eftir honum: "Don´t get laid" - sem átti að sjálfsögðu að vera "don´t be late":)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maðurinn minn þekkir einn sem ætlaði heldur betur að fá sér hóru í Kaupmannahöfn, nýkominn af sjónum og með fullt veski af seðlum.. sprangaði um alsæll og sagði "I got no money" ..sem átti að sjálfsögðu að vera ég á nóg af peningum.. ekki góð enskan á þeim bænum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Einhver var að skála í einhverjum þætti, lyfti glasi og sagði "a toast!" og það var þýtt "ristabrauð!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Svo var það vinkona systir minnar sem ætlaði að verða "the biggest cock in the world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ein góð líka af mömmu þegar hún fór í Hagkaup í fyrra og ætlaði að kaupa bartskera handa manninum mínum í jólagjöf, mundi ekki alveg hvað tækið hét og spurði afgreiðslumanninn hvort hann ætti góðan barkaskera sem hún gæti gefið tengdasyni sínum! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ég átti einu sinni breskan kærasta, var tiltölulega nýkominn til landsins þegar þetta gerist. Hann var úti að kalla á einn hund sem vinafólk hans átti "Sníííípuuuur, Snííípuuuur"!!! Hundurinn heitir Snubbur og strákurinn fékk meiri athygli frá fólksfjöldanum í kringum sig en hann óskaði eftir ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Þegar að ég var stelpa fórum við fjölskyldan til Spánar, pabbi er ekkert tungumálaséní en hann þakkaði þó alltaf fyrir sig bæði hátt og skírt með því að segja "Gras rass" ;o) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vinkona mín var að vinna hjá FIB tryggingingum. Þangað hringdi enskukmælandi maður og var að kynna sér bílatryggingar. Fór að spyrja um svona tryggingar sem gera manni kleyft að hringja í sérstakt hjálparnúmer ef bíllinn bilar einhverstaðar. Vinakona mín, ægilega hjálpsöm: "yes, we have that, but than you have to be a member of the FBI!" Það kemur löng þögn.....Why? Spyr maðurinn undrandi. Vinkona mín endurtekur aftur að hann verði að vera "member of FBI"! Maðurinn er alveg forviða og skilur ekki þessar ströngu reglur að þurfa vera í amerísku alríkislögreglunni!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Norskur ferðamaður á hóteli í Reykjavík kemur í gestamóttökuna og segir "I would like to order an EXECUTION, please", átti að sjálfsögðu að vera Excursion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ein stelpa sem ég fékk að kynnast smá sagði mér snilldar sögu af sjálfri sér þegar hún bjó í hinni stóru ameríku.. en þannig var á hennar heimili að það var alltaf töluð íslenska.. þannig að þegar síminn hringdi og hún svaraði þá var alltaf kallað á íslensku á viðkomandi að það væri síminn til hennar eins og t.d. " mamma síminn" og fólkið sem var á hinum endanum á línunni skildi ekkert í því af hverju stelpan kallaði alltaf " seamen" eða sæði!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Systir mín var einu sinni að vinna í sjöppu og var að afgreiða einhvern útlending, hann borgaði og sagði kurteisislega: Thank you. Systa svaraði að bargði: You'r nothing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OHH my Lord, þetta er bara snilldin ein. Einhver sagði mér sögu af íslendingi sem var að leita að hraðbanka og spurði alltaf um "the hurry bank".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mamma mín sagpi um daginn clean animal þegar pabbi bað hana um að segja hreindyr á ensku.. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pabbi fór einu sinni með mig í Barney's í New York og tilkynnti afgreiðslustúlkunum að hann væri að leita að peysu með T-hálsmáli.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sjálf var ég einhvern tímann með vinkonu minni í Harrods í London; við ætluðum að fara í sitt hvora áttina og hittast síðan á veitingastað á Portobello Road sem hét Notting Hill Four klukkan sex til að borða. Hún var lögð af stað út og ég gargaði á eftir henni "Síjú á Notting Hill Four sex!". Öll fyrsta hæðin í Harrods glápti á mig og það hefði mátt heyra saumnál detta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vinkona mömmu minnar og mamma hennar fóru saman til U.S.A. og voru búnar að vera í nokkra daga þegar þær fara saman út að borða og það líður yfir mömmuna, hún er nefnilega með skjaldkirtilsvandamál og var eitthvað að breyta lyfjunum þannig það gerðist stundum að það líður yfir hana, en jæja þjónninn á veitingahúsinu hringir á sjúkrabíl og þær fara með honum upp á spítala og eru nú hvorugar góðar í ensku og reyna að lýsa fyrir lækninum hvað sé að henni og þýða semsagt skjaldkirtilsvandamál beint sem verður turtelsproplem(skjaldbökuvandamál) og bentir á hálsin, en hann fattar hvað þær eiga við og greyið læknirinn gat ekki haldið hlátrinum niðri í sér og öll deildin grenjandi úr hlátri, en þetta er ekki búið, heyrðu þær þurfa svo að skrifa niður heimilisfang og þannig upplysingar og hún á semsagt heima á Áshól og skrifaði Ashol sem að læknirinn grenjaði líka yfir því þær báru það framm sem asshole.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Þekki einn sem var í USA og átti að fara í GAP að kaupa föt fyrir ófætt barnið sitt. (konan var heima) Konan bað kallinn að kaupa föt sem væru fyrir bæði kynin, sumsé hlutlaus. Hann fór í ungbarnadeildna í GAP og spurði afgreiðslu konuna "Do you have clothes for bysexual" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ég man þegar ég var um 16 ára þá var ég alltaf að kaupa sígarettur.. ólöglega væntanlega.. og ég er mjög góð i ensku.. sagði alltaf.. ill have one pack of lucky strike.. og eitt sinn svaraði afgreilðsludaman.. dú jú have skilsíkis?.. ég þóttist en vera útlendingur og bara what.. what is that!.. gellan rétti mér pakkan og sagði.. oh nothing.. i was just thinking up loud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-114643147610315405?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/114643147610315405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=114643147610315405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/114643147610315405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/114643147610315405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2006/04/langt-en-fyndi.html' title='langt en fyndið...'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-114632012029418730</id><published>2006-04-29T09:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T10:17:02.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ný ég</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I feel good&lt;/strong&gt; (da ra ra ra raa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like I knew that I would&lt;/strong&gt; (da ra ra ra raa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feeeeeeeeeeeeeeel good&lt;/strong&gt; (da ra ra ra raaa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like I knew that I woouuld &lt;/strong&gt;(da ra ra ra raa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So good&lt;/strong&gt; (bah bah) &lt;strong&gt;so good&lt;/strong&gt; (bah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'cuz I got you&lt;/strong&gt; (bah bah bah bah bah..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Var að koma heim úr gymminu þar sem feitur hamstur var massaður bigg tæm. Við erum að tala um málmbragð í munni, titrandi fætur, andlit sem tómatur hérna. Karen vinkona er að vinna í Baðhúsinu og dró mig nauðuga viljuga með sér í vinnuna í morgun. Kannski eins gott því ég hefði EKKI farið af sjálfsdáðum, púff... eníhú. Þegar ég kem skríðandi niður til Karenar eftir workoutið þá býður þessi elska mér í ljós og eftir það próteinshake, sundbol og handklæði. &lt;strong&gt;TAKK&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ELSKU KAREN MÍN.&lt;/strong&gt; Ég beint í heitann pott þar sem ég malla eins og ofsoðinn grjónagrautur með rúsinum. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOh það var svo goooooooooooott. Þannig að ný Alda Lilja has arrived, við erum að tala um 10 hérna, 10 kílóum léttari, 10 sentímetrum hærri og 10 árum yngri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Svo er stefnan tekin á að jamma í kvöld. Á eftir að verða ógisslea sæt eftir allt þetta dekur + að mér líður svo vel eftir að hafa tekið á því þannig að karlmenn beware !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hin nýja ég tí hí hí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.verysmalldoses.com/images/posts/072005gfx/mainglas_by_mainasha-thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-114632012029418730?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/114632012029418730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=114632012029418730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/114632012029418730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/114632012029418730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2006/04/n-g.html' title='Ný ég'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-114553264660675215</id><published>2006-04-20T07:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T07:34:03.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of summer :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer is officially here, with its sweet sweet sunshine and good weather. Granted it is a bit cold today but nevertheless I marvel its beauty. Life is usually brighter and easier when I wake up and the sun is shining as oppose to waking up in the winter gloom. So rejoice with me, my friends, for summer is here :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:MEIQq8O8UrKy5M:http://www.sudavik.is/skoli/sologsumar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-114553264660675215?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/114553264660675215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=114553264660675215&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/114553264660675215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/114553264660675215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2006/04/first-day-of-summer-d.html' title='First day of summer :D'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-114469250124385443</id><published>2006-04-10T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T14:10:27.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A tiny reminder to myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Beauty in the little things :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincere smile, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;phonecall from someone you haven't heard from in a long time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine warming your face,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;childs laughter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends embrace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smell of newly fallen rain on the grass,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way chocolate melts in your mouth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minute powernap in the afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound of the ocean waves,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment you realize that at that precise moment, everything is as it should be and will be&lt;br /&gt;a treasure in memory,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you go through your jeans before laundry and find forgotten money,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite icecream on a sunny day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you feel conntected to everyone and everything and thus find respect within,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the abundance of joy to be experienced in only you take the time to open yourself up to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-114469250124385443?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/114469250124385443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=114469250124385443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/114469250124385443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/114469250124385443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2006/04/tiny-reminder-to-myself.html' title='A tiny reminder to myself'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-113835103925963791</id><published>2006-01-27T03:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T03:39:50.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>whoo hoo I'm back :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've said it once and I will say it again: the good thing about misery is that when it is finally over you are so grateful for not being miserable that you really enjoy feeling ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cloud of gloom that has been hanging over me these last days is finally gone. I am sooooooooooooooooooooooo glad and grateful for being me again :D I just got back from the gym and boy oh boy, am I feeling good. I even almost don't dread going to the dentist in 2 hours hahahaha I said ALMOST. From when I was a kid I have hated going to the dentist, those drills and needles totally freak me out. But today, in my newfound bliss of post-depression happiness, I ALMOST don't care. Otherwose the plan for today is going to school and basically really enjoy the beauty in everything... ok most things, have to admit that the drills are NOT something I want to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a good day today and may love and light guide you through the day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Þið sem þekkið mig best vitið að ég á í erfiðleikum með að framkvæma hina minnstu hluti þegar ég er svona langt niðri. En ég segi stolt frá því að ég er búin að þrífa íbúðina mína, hátt og lágt :D Það er svooooooooooo gott að koma heim og njóta þess að vera í hreinni íbúð og lífið verður einhvern veginn svo mikið auðveldara. Þar að auki er ég farin að stunda ræktina aftur og hlakka til að komast í form. Þannig að það er gott hljóðið í minni þennan fína föstudagsmorguninn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eða um það bil svona gott...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:hdf_qSojJm91MM:alan.levien.com/alan.happy.1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-113835103925963791?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/113835103925963791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=113835103925963791&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113835103925963791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113835103925963791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2006/01/whoo-hoo-im-back-d.html' title='whoo hoo I&apos;m back :D'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-113815283714979687</id><published>2006-01-24T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T20:33:57.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't like January...:(</title><content type='html'>I don't like January. This is farmost the darkest and gloomiest month of the year and my mood is very much affected by it.  Funny how the weather can indeed affect your disposition.  Life would be so much easier if I didn't have this disease to battle but I guess everyone has something hanging over them.  I try to live by my mantra "tomorrow the sun rises again" and on days like today, which was basically shitty, I look forward to the end of this day and here is cheers to a better tomorrow. With that in mind I am going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-113815283714979687?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/113815283714979687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=113815283714979687&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113815283714979687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113815283714979687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2006/01/dont-like-january.html' title='Don&apos;t like January...:('/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-113766232185453789</id><published>2006-01-19T04:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T04:18:41.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skóli skóli skóli :D</title><content type='html'>Það er leikur að læra&lt;br /&gt;leikur sá er mér kær&lt;br /&gt;að vita meira og meira&lt;br /&gt;meir'í dag en í gær.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Svo gaman að vera að byrjuð í skólanum. Eftir margra daga letihrúgustans þá er ég svoooooooooo tilbúin í aksjón, við erum að tala um allsherjar skipulagning í gangi, enda mín "bara" í 120% námi núna hehehe, og ekki má nú gleyma ræktinni, djamminu, prjónunum, blogginu, og hvaðeina fleira mér dettur í hug að veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerði að gera.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eitt að því sem ég ætla mér að gera er að standa mig í skólanum.  Fyrst að mér tókst að gera svona vel síðustu önn þá skal ég núna !!! Get það alveg, ætla mér það og skal fá 7 í öllu (jah, set reyndar fyrirvara á perrann (persónuleikasálfræði) sem er sjálfstætt framhald af sögu sálfræðinnar, hinn helsta skelfi sálfræðinemans).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Þar að auki er svoooooooooooo margt sem mig langar til að gera, á örugglega ekki eftir að gefast tími í allt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;óvell... hef ekki tíma í meira í bili...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sæjónara :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-113766232185453789?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/113766232185453789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=113766232185453789&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113766232185453789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113766232185453789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2006/01/skli-skli-skli-d_19.html' title='Skóli skóli skóli :D'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-113766227163967227</id><published>2006-01-19T04:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T04:17:51.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skóli skóli skóli :D</title><content type='html'>Það er leikur að læra&lt;br /&gt;leikur sá er mér kær&lt;br /&gt;að vita meira og meira&lt;br /&gt;meir'í dag en í gær.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Svo gaman að vera að byrjuð í skólanum. Eftir margra daga letihrúgustans þá er ég svoooooooooo tilbúin í aksjón, við erum að tala um allsherjar skipulagning í gangi, enda mín "bara" í 120% námi núna hehehe, og ekki má nú gleyma ræktinni, djamminu, prjónunum, blogginu, og hvaðeina fleira mér dettur í hug að veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerði að gera.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eitt að því sem ég ætla mér að gera er að standa mig í skólanum.  Fyrst að mér tókst að gera svona vel síðustu önn þá skal ég núna !!! Get það alveg, ætla mér það og skal fá 7 í öllu (jah, set reyndar fyrirvara á perrann (persónuleikasálfræði) sem er sjálfstætt framhald af sögu sálfræðinnar, hinn helsta skelfi sálfræðinemans).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Þar að auki er svoooooooooooo margt sem mig langar til að gera, á örugglega ekki eftir að gefast tími í allt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;óvell... hef ekki tíma í meira í bili...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sæjónara :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-113766227163967227?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/113766227163967227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=113766227163967227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113766227163967227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113766227163967227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2006/01/skli-skli-skli-d.html' title='Skóli skóli skóli :D'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-113744515384709655</id><published>2006-01-16T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T16:03:06.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glöð glöð..</title><content type='html'>ÉG NÁÐI SÖGU SÁLFRÆÐINNAR !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;þvílíkur grís, ég segi ykkur. Ég er baaaaaaaaaaaaaara glöð, þar sem þetta er eitt mesta fall fag sálfræðinnar. Ótrúlegt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ástarþakkir til menntunargoðanna :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-113744515384709655?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/113744515384709655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=113744515384709655&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113744515384709655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113744515384709655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2006/01/gl-gl.html' title='Glöð glöð..'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-113736987196963959</id><published>2006-01-15T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T19:24:13.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great weekend :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just had a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooovely weekend. Went dancing both friday and saturday and boy am I getting old. It has been AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGES since&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I went 2 nights in a row. On friday my girl &lt;strong&gt;Erna&lt;/strong&gt; celebrated her birthday, &lt;strong&gt;TIL HAMINGJU MEÐ DAGINN SÆTA, LOVJÚBÖNTSJ&lt;/strong&gt;..... and it was a girls night out. Booties got shook, basically asses were danced off and we had overall a blast. My feet are still recovering from the stilletto heals I wore and the fact&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I went out dancing yesterday as well didn't help. Yesterday was spent in bed being laaaaaaaazy until I went out. Clubbing was ok, nothing spectacular but I had fun, except for the asshole who pounded me in the back - still hurting - stupid motherf#$%er. But as alway, dancing made me happy. I really think that my dreamjob would be a professional dancer ( and by that I am not talking about stripping...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:Hj2XumO0VYK8sM:www.vampire.co.uk/acatalog/altkiss210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But the highlight of the weekend was this morning at noon (come on... I went clubbing last night, can't get up too early) when I hauled my ass out of bed and went downtown, walking and enjoying everything being white. It is amazing how everything seems clean, clear and bright when there is newfallen snow covering everything, you hear the snow crunching underneath your feet, the cold is biting you in you cheeks (both frontal and rear... lol), it is just excellent. Downtown I sat down waiting for the bus watching kids (and grownups) sliding down a hill on one of those buttsleds, yelling the occasional whooooooooooooooo hoooooooooooooooo..... I remember when I was a kid how much fun it was, and I almost went up the hill to grab a sled from a kid and go whoohooing down the hill myself. It is sooooooooooooooooo much fun rolling around in the snow, making snow angels and everything. I wish that it's mandatory experience for life and I feel so lucky to be able most winters to roll around in the snow. It really nurtures and nurishes the inner child in you, reminds you about life's little joys :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like fun right? But imagine it with a lot more snow, everything is white. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:CpnFBhoL3gQIsM:http://www.theindependent.com/photos/030302/SnowSled.jpg" /&gt;&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/17275891-113736987196963959?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/113736987196963959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=113736987196963959&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113736987196963959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113736987196963959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2006/01/great-weekend-d.html' title='Great weekend :D'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-113716025041813518</id><published>2006-01-13T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T08:50:50.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>food for thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Smágullkorn í upphafi nýs árs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heimspeki Charles Schultz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Schultz er höfundur teiknimynda syrpunnar Peanuts. Þú þarft ekki að svara spurningunum. Lestu verkefnið og þér mun verða þetta ljóst:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nefndu fimm auðugustu einstaklingana í heiminum.&lt;br /&gt;2. Nefndu fimm síðustu sigurvegara í fegurðarsamkeppni Evrópu.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nefndu tíu einstaklinga, sem hafa unnið Nobels verðlaunin.&lt;br /&gt;4. Nefndu sex leikara og leikkonur, sem unnu Óskars verðlaunin á síðasta ári.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hvernig gekk þér?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niðurstaðan er, að enginn okkar man fyrirsagnir gærdagsins. Þetta eru ekki annars flokks afreksmenn. Þeir eru þeir bestu á sínu sviði.En klappið deyr út.Verðlaunin missa ljómann. Afrekin eru gleymd. Viðurkenningarnar og skírteinin eru grafin með eigendum sínum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hér eru nokkrar aðrar spurningar. Sjáðu hvernig þér gengur með þær:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Skrifaðu nöfnin á fimm kennurum sem hjálpuðu þér á þinni skólagöngu.&lt;br /&gt;2. Nefndu þrjá vini, sem hafa hjálpað þér á erfiðum stundum.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nefndu fimm einstaklinga, sem hafa kennt þér eitthvað mikilvægt.&lt;br /&gt;4. Hugsaðu um fimm einstaklinga, sem kunnu að meta þig að verðleikum.&lt;br /&gt;5. Hugsaðu um fimm einstaklinga, sem þér þykir gott að umgangast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auðveldara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexían: Fólkið sem skiptir þig mestu máli í lífinu eru ekki þeir, sem hafa bestu meðmælabréfin, mestu peningana eða flestu verðlaunin. Heldur þeir, sem finnst þú skipta mestu máli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sendu þetta áfram til þeirra einstaklinga, sem hafa haft jákvæð áhrif á líf þitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafðu ekki áhyggjur af því, að heimurinn sé að farast í dag. Það er nú þegar morgun í Ástralíu.&lt;br /&gt;(Charles Schultz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-113716025041813518?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/113716025041813518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=113716025041813518&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113716025041813518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113716025041813518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2006/01/food-for-thought.html' title='food for thought...'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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-17275891.post-113709911383311281</id><published>2006-01-12T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T15:58:37.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>january gloooooooooooooooom....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beware... negativity approaching.... sorry...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate January. Every year it is the same, gloom gloom gloom, just because of the darkness. Funny how one month (well, sometimes february too...) can have such a weird effect on me. Other parts of the year are much better, not being so dark !!!! Having nothing to do is not helping either, filling me with lethargy. I could be very active - the frickin' Christmas decoration is still up and driving me crazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ongoing bitching and whining for another few pages.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But as I have said before and I will say it again for as long as it takes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE YEAR 2006 IS GOING TO BE GREAT !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I am not going to let one month of darkness ruin that for me so from now on it is war on the gloomies....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.scrappyland.com/images/gun.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-113709911383311281?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/113709911383311281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=113709911383311281&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113709911383311281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113709911383311281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2006/01/january-gloooooooooooooooom.html' title='january gloooooooooooooooom....'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-113692271402281598</id><published>2006-01-10T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T14:54:30.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trúi þessu varla :D</title><content type='html'>ÉG NÁÐI FÉLAGSLEGU SÁLFRÆÐINNI !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Og ekki nóg með það heldur fékk ég 7 !!! ótrúlegur fjandi á miðað við allt sem gekk á, flensurnar, Katla, áreksturinn, persónulegir erfiðleikar og það að ég frumlas efnið 2 vikum fyrir próf.... ótrúlegt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ég hoppa og skoppa og syyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyng af gleði... Langaði bara að deila þessu með ykkur :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:FGZ9SiyDHgsJ:http://www.usc.edu/dept/publications/history/jumping%2520wamp%2520-.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-113692271402281598?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/113692271402281598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=113692271402281598&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113692271402281598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113692271402281598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2006/01/tri-essu-varla-d.html' title='Trúi þessu varla :D'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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-17275891.post-113656016842568158</id><published>2006-01-06T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T10:30:02.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Had to share this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know this is the wrong season but..... Click on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ak.imgag.com/imgag/product/preview/flash/wsShell.swf?brand=/product/preview/flash/wsag&amp;amp;cardNum=/product/full/ap/3081495/graphic1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;THIS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and listen, it is very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stal þessu frá öðrum bloggara, skoðið þetta með hljóðið á... alveg þess virði... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-113656016842568158?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/113656016842568158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=113656016842568158&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113656016842568158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113656016842568158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2006/01/had-to-share-this.html' title='Had to share this...'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-113644560416186885</id><published>2006-01-05T02:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T02:26:33.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy New Year Everybody :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;As you probably noticed, I took a blog holiday over Christmas but now I am back in the game stronger than ever. My Christmas, birthday and New Year's was very pleasent, lotta love and gifts :D It is during this season I realize how extremely blessed I am to have so many wonderful people in my life. Thank you for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have decided that the year 2006 is going to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have paid in advance for that with my really hectic year of 2005. So here goes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A NEW BEGINNING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;and I can't wait for all the wonderful and exciting things to happen. I am ready, so bring it on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish everyone happiness in 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-113644560416186885?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/113644560416186885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=113644560416186885&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113644560416186885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113644560416186885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-beginning.html' title='New beginning'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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-17275891.post-113527346712730989</id><published>2005-12-22T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T12:44:27.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gleðileg Jól :D      Merry Christmas :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-113527346712730989?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/113527346712730989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=113527346712730989&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113527346712730989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113527346712730989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/12/gleileg-jl-d-merry-christmas-d.html' title='Gleðileg Jól :D      Merry Christmas :D'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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-17275891.post-113517883868588506</id><published>2005-12-21T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T10:29:21.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey þú..... Já þú....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Settu nafnið þitt í comment og ég.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Ég segi þér eitthvað handahófskennt um þig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ég segi þér hvaða lag/mynd minnir mig á þig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ég segi þér hvaða bragð minnir mig á þig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ég segi þér eitthvað sem meikar bara sens fyrir mig og þig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ég segi þér fyrstu ljósu minninguna mína af þér&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ég segi þér á hvaða dýr þú minnir mig á&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ég spyr þig að einhverju sem ég hef velt lengi fyrir mér um þig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ef þú lest þetta þá verðuru að setja þetta á bloggið þitt..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-113517883868588506?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/113517883868588506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=113517883868588506&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113517883868588506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113517883868588506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/12/hey-j.html' title='Hey þú..... Já þú....'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-113497200889438406</id><published>2005-12-19T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T01:00:08.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The chicken and the road.... :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://beygla.is/editor/userimages/2chickens_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-113497200889438406?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/113497200889438406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=113497200889438406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113497200889438406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113497200889438406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/12/chicken-and-road-d.html' title='The chicken and the road.... :D'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-113445104343219117</id><published>2005-12-13T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T00:17:23.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jólahlaðborðið í danska fyrirtækinu :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Eins og sjá má er ekki hægt að gera öllum til hæfis þegar Jólahlaðborð er annars vegar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Það þarf að vera pláss fyrir alla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;2. desember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Til allra starfsmanna&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Það er mér mikil ánægja að tilkynna að jólahlaðborð fyrirtækisins,julefesten, verður haldin á Steikhúsi Argentína þann 20 desember.Jólaskreytingar verða komnar á sinn stað og lítil hljómsveit mun spilavinalega og velþekkta jólasöngva. Aðstoðarforstjórinn kemur og leikurjólasveininn og hann ætlar líka að kveikja á jólatrénu. Þið megið koma meðjólagjafir en þær mega ekki kosta meira en 200 krónur.Ég óska ykkur og fjölskyldum ykkar friðar á aðventu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Tina Johansenfulltrúi í starfsmannahaldi---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. desember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Til allra starfsmanna&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Það var ekki meiningin með tilkynningunni í gær að móðga tyrkneskuvinnufélagana okkar. Við vitum að helgidagarnir þeirra eru ekki alvegsamstæðir okkar. Þess vegna köllum við jólahlaðborðið framvegisárslokaveislu. Af þessum ástæðum verður ekkert jólatré og ekkijólasöngvar. Ég óska ykkur og fjölskyldum ykkar góðra stunda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Tina Johansenfulltrúi í starfsmannahaldi---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.desember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Til allra starfsmanna&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Félagi í Anonyme Alkoholikere, AA, sem ekki vill láta nafns síns getið afeðlilegum ástæðum, krefst þess að á árslokaveislunni verði þurrt borð. Meðgleði get ég sagt að það verður orðið við þessum óskum en vil um leiðbenda á að þurrkinn eftir veisluna get ég ekki ábyrgst. Þar að auki verðaekki gefnar jólagjafir því verkalýðsfélagið hefur mótmælt og telur 200krónur allt of háa upphæð í jólagjafir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Tina Johansenfulltrúi í starfsmannahaldi.---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. desember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Til allra starfsmanna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Mér heppnaðist að fá borð langt frá hlaðborðinu fyrir félaga okkar úrmegrunarklúbbi fyrirtækisins. Svo fékk ég líka borð fyrir alla ólétta rétthjá salernisdyrunum. Hommar sitja hlið við hlið. Lesbiur þurfa ekki aðsitja við hliðina á hommunum, þær fá sér borð. Að sjálfsögðu fá hommar oglesbiur blómaskreytingu á borðin sín.ERUÐ ÞIÐ NÚ ÁNÆGÐ...EÐA HVAÐ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Tina Johansenfulltrúi á geðveikradeildinni í starfsmannahaldi---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. desember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Til allra starfsmanna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Að sjálfsögðu tökum við tillit til þeirra sem ekki reykja. Teppi verðurnotað til að skipta veislusalnum í tvær deildir. Möguleiki á að hafa reyklaust fólk í tjaldi fyrir utan veitingahúsið.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Tina Johansenfulltrúi í starfsmannahaldi fyrir undirokaða---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. desember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Til allra starfsmanna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Grænmetisætur! Ég beið nú bara eftir að heyra frá ykkur. Mér er svoinnilega, alveg skít sama hvort veislan passar fyrir ykkur eða ekki. Viðförum á Steikhúsið. Mín vegna getið þið farið til Mánans 20.desember tilað sitja sem lengs frá dauða-grillinu sem þið mögulega getið. Njótið, forhelvede, saladbarsins og étið ykkar hráu tómata. Og munið að tómatar hafalíka tilfinningar. Þeir æpa þegar maður sker í þá, ég hef sjálf heyrt það.Jæja svín, þarna fenguð þið á baukinn!Ég óska öllum hvínandi góðra jóla, drekkið ykkur drullu-full, svo þiðfarið í kóma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Kveðja frá "Bitchen" á þriðju hæðinni.---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Til allra starfsmanna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Ég er viss um að ég tala fyrir hönd okkar allra, þegar ég óska TineJohansen góðs bata. Það verður metið við ykkur ef þið sendið henni kortmeð góðum óskum á Geðdeildina. Stjórn fyrirtækisins hefur ákveðið að þaðverður ekki nein árslokaveisla eða jólahlaðborð. Þið megið taka ykkur fríallan daginn þann 20. desember á fyrirtækisins kostnað.Gleðileg jól!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Frederik Lindstrømstarfsmannastjóri&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-113445104343219117?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/113445104343219117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=113445104343219117&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113445104343219117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113445104343219117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/12/jlahlabori-danska-fyrirtkinu-d.html' title='Jólahlaðborðið í danska fyrirtækinu :D'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-113438216050929043</id><published>2005-12-12T04:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T05:09:22.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just my luck.....</title><content type='html'>I crashed my car.  My beloved Yaris is busted and my back, neck and head stiff as a board.  But luckily neither the other driver or I were seriously injured.  It's just annoying hazzle to deal with just before Christmas and when I should be studying.  I had the rightaway, meaning that I don't have to pay for the damages, but it is an incredible hazzle nevertheless.  Plus my body is protesting heavily about the way it was treated during the crash hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a genius in getting myself into trouble.  This is getting hilarious, I am prepaying for all the tough luck of 2006 as well as dealing with this years bad luck, so next year should be GREAT !! well it better be, it can't be worse than 2005.  Hopefully this is the final straw for a while, I am getting tired of this cloud of gloom over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said I am going to pop some painkillers, rub on some deep heat and tackle the examstudying with a smile, positive attitude and love for learning. Or just pop the pills, rub the damn thing on and read.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-113438216050929043?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/113438216050929043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=113438216050929043&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113438216050929043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113438216050929043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-my-luck.html' title='Just my luck.....'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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-17275891.post-113423758479279814</id><published>2005-12-10T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T13:39:14.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas - friend or foe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;People seem to have lost the joy of Christmas preparations. They are running around like headless chicken to find the biggest gift, cursing because they HAVE to put up decorations or clean house or whatever the preparations are. They seem to think that enjoying Christmas is "just for the kids". What happened to embracing the child within who loves to look at the beautiful Christmas lights, allowes itself to look forward to good food and presents, enjoyes the hunt for the right gift for the right people but most of all to be filled with love and compassion towards yourself, others and the world ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am like a little kid. I absolutely love all the Christmas lights, I can barely drive straight because I am so preoccupied with watching all the lights every where. I love finding the right gift, my only problem is not getting to carried away - I tend to forget that I am not a millionaire. I think that people should really embrace Christmas and all that comes with it. I do :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Are people like this? Does that seem right ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/gri0115l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isn't this better :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/d/daisydonaldchristmas.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/b/blesschristss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-113423758479279814?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/113423758479279814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=113423758479279814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113423758479279814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113423758479279814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-friend-or-foe.html' title='Christmas - friend or foe...'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-113356737386999401</id><published>2005-12-02T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T18:52:59.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>need crazyglue for brains</title><content type='html'>Christmas shopping ? done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying ? eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh...... ??????!!????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing how fast time flies right now when I really need more hours in the day. My first exam is in 12 days and I am terrified here.... head about to expload from overload but still the feeling of a teflonbrain lingers. Wish there was a way to plug information into the brain. Don't get me wrong, I like studying, just not for tests and a few weeks before every examtime, I panic and start thinking why the $%$%&amp;amp;# I do this when I could be making bucks and having a life! But luckily that is just a phase that I get over and is forgotten until the end of next semester...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:dMI5HU6adGIJ:http://www.evsc.k12.in.us/schoolzone/schools/plaza/plaza2/Animated%2520Gifs/alarm_clock_time_flys_hw.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-113356737386999401?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/113356737386999401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=113356737386999401&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113356737386999401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113356737386999401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/12/need-crazyglue-for-brains.html' title='need crazyglue for brains'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-113338896565964227</id><published>2005-11-30T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T18:14:50.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jólahjóla hvað ???????</title><content type='html'>Jólaóskir 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friður á jörð og goodwill to all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:iA140A-0bZYJ:www.lunagrove.com/images/xmas_holidaycollection/7443lr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ef ég fæ það ekki þá læt ég mér nægja :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nýja trivial pursuit spilið :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count down eftir Iris Johansen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chill of fear eftir Kay Hooper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aðrar bækur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knús og Kossa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:kFOlMnG_SCkJ:www.onlineartmall.com/limited/georgekovach/images/gkv0016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-113338896565964227?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/113338896565964227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=113338896565964227&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113338896565964227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113338896565964227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/11/jlahjla-hva.html' title='jólahjóla hvað ???????'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-113325684571780604</id><published>2005-11-29T04:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T04:34:05.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh well oh well, gotta love antibiotics :D  Yup, they have saved me from the evil grip of Coughing once again.  Normally I am not very happy to take them but with the grip getting tighter and tighter I would have done everything short of selling my soul to get rid of it. So now I am almost cough free :D So glad is my body to be rid of the cough that it shut down from sunday evening at 8 pm more or less until now.  Yes I have slept the entire monday away.  I gues I ran out of batteries, waking up just to go to the bathroom, eat a sandwich and look at the clock.  And now I am game, ready for whatever the world has in store for me - namely to spend the next 3 weeks reading, studying and burying myself in books. And I am going to need all of those 3 weeks because I havent done much studying until now, with my 3 flues, Katla dying and all.  This has been a difficult semester in that sense but I will try to salvage what is left of it.  At least I will to my best to.... whatever comes of that, we will see. Well, onto my reading.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until next time, hugs and kisses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-113325684571780604?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/113325684571780604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=113325684571780604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113325684571780604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113325684571780604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack....'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-113276600204587785</id><published>2005-11-23T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T12:13:22.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The only thing I've got to say today is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/iba0224l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-113276600204587785?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/113276600204587785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=113276600204587785&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113276600204587785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113276600204587785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/11/todays-words.html' title='Today&apos;s words...'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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-17275891.post-113259247489853283</id><published>2005-11-21T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T12:01:14.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enn eina ferðina....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Helduru að ég sé ekki komin með ENN EINA flensuna, sú þriðja þetta haustið. Búin að vera hóstandi eins og vitleysingur núna í viku og doksi segir að ég verði bara að þrauka, það sé ekkert sem hægt sé að gera við veirusýkingum sem þessum. Ég er sko alveg búin að taka út minn skammt af veikindum í bili. Og ég hef ekki einu sinni Kötlu til að halda mér selskap :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KVART KVART KVEIN KVEIN......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Við erum að tala um svo mikinn hósta að ég hef tvisvar kastað upp vegna hans og sprengt háræðar í andlitinu niður á háls í kjölfarið. Leit út eins og brúður Frankensteins, svaka sæt. Ég hætti mér ekki út fyrir dyr því fólk hljóp skelfingu lostið úr vegi fyrir mér öskrandi NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII..... Til að bæta gráu ofan á svart fékk ég karlkynsheimsókn rétt á eftir eitt kastið, einstaklega góð tímasetning það. Ég get verið svo iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnilega heppin. En þetta er allt að koma, hitinn er að fara og ég hætt að hósta mig til uppkasta. Ætla að halda mig inni við í einn dag í viðbót, ég NENNI EKKI að vera veik lengur en ég þarf, an"$%$&amp;#&amp;amp;" hafi það !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugsa ennþá mikið um Kötlu mína en ég er öll að koma til. Ætla mér engann veginn að fá mér annað gæludýr samt nema kannski fiska???? Vandamál að koma þeim fyrir í "stóru" íbúðinni minni, það er málið. Mér finnst ég stundum heyra í henni, tipla hérna eða koma sér fyrir í sófanum en það er líklega bara wishful thinking. Ef hún er hérna til að passa mig þá virðist hún vera sátt því ekki finn ég fyrir neinu neikvæðu. Og hún var sko alveg sérfræðingur að láta mig vita þegar hún var fúl út í mig. Ég velktist aldrei í vafa um það ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jæja þetta er það helsta sem ég hef að segja í dag. óver end át &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-113259247489853283?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/113259247489853283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=113259247489853283&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113259247489853283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113259247489853283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/11/enn-eina-ferina_21.html' title='Enn eina ferðina....'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-113233629641647278</id><published>2005-11-18T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T12:54:12.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life without Katla</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am getting used to being alone in the apartment and I have stopped crying at everything that reminds me of her. I even vacuumed the doghairs on the floor yesterday :D something that I couldnt do before because they wouldnt come back. Funny how it's the little things that get to you. I was eating pizza in a restaurant on the day that Katla died with my friend Svava, and I started crying because I could never eat pizza with Katla again. Pizza was Katlas favorite food, by the way, :D It was the only food we would eat together and share. She would go absolutely bananas when I ordered pizza. She was great :D and still is over at the other side in dog heaven. I am lucky, I have had so much support through this which have helped me to accept my loss, or like someone said to me, "you are loosing your best friend for the last 10 years, give your self time". My friends understand how much Katla ment to me and understand and support me during this difficult time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elsku vinir, mamma, systkini. Þið eruð búin að vera mér svo góð og yndisleg í gegnum þetta allt. Þakka ykkur fyrir stuðninginn og skilninginn. Mér þykir vænt um ykkur.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-113233629641647278?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/113233629641647278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=113233629641647278&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113233629641647278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113233629641647278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/11/life-without-katla.html' title='Life without Katla'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-113221400189195962</id><published>2005-11-17T02:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T02:53:21.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skrýtið...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Skrýtið að:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;# vera ein í íbúðinni án Kötlu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;# vakna ekki við tipl og blautann koss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;# fara að sofa ein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;# engin betli um mat :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;# þurfa ekki að fara út með einhvern að pissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;# faðma matarskálina því það er eitt af því fáa sem ég á eftir af henni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;# geta ekki ryksugað hárin af gólfinu því þau muna ekki koma aftur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;# sakna dýrs svona mikið&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;# finnast ég hafa misst barnið mitt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;# koma heim og engin bíður við dyrnar eftir mér&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;# að Katla sé farin og komi ekki aftur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-113221400189195962?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/113221400189195962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=113221400189195962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113221400189195962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113221400189195962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/11/skrti.html' title='Skrýtið...'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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-17275891.post-113207123670856755</id><published>2005-11-15T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T11:13:56.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Katla died this morning.  I was with her to the end, hugging her, telling her that I loved her and that now she was free.  Amazing how deeply you bond with you pet,  I feel like I just lost a child.  But she will always be in my heart. I took a lot of pictures of her and I am going to post one here later.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-113207123670856755?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/113207123670856755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=113207123670856755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113207123670856755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113207123670856755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/11/gone.html' title='Gone...'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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-17275891.post-113089106640335538</id><published>2005-11-01T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T19:24:26.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Up to speed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I thought I'd keep you english speaking friends of mine up to speed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;These last few days have been very difficult.  I have to put my dog, Katla, to sleep.  She is getting old and I am not allowed to have her here where I live in student housing. Someone complained so I don't have a choice but to.  It breaks my heart but it would be selfish of me to keep her somewhere else just so I can see her for a few days for christmas.  The doc has already told me I had to prepare myself that it might come to this sooner then later.  It is better for her to go when she is loving life than going in much pain.  It has been very difficult for me to accept this but I have to.  I was going to do it this week but my mom, the one who gave Katla to me, asked me to wait so she could come from the northern part of Iceland and say goodbye to her too.  I think it is better for me to. Now I am trying to enjoy having her with me while I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She will live in my heart forever and I love her so.  She will be going to dogheaven :D the best dog in the entire universe.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-113089106640335538?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/113089106640335538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=113089106640335538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113089106640335538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113089106640335538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/11/up-to-speed.html' title='Up to speed...'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-113062929755382826</id><published>2005-10-29T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T19:41:37.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sárt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hver dagur er erfiðari núna.  Ég mun gera þetta strax núna eftir helgi.  Hvorki ég og sérstaklega ekki Katla höfum það gott núna.  Ég get ekki hætt að gráta og Katla mín er líka í uppnámi.  Hún veit hvað er að gerast, hún finnur það á mér.  Hún á betra skilið en að eyða síðustu dögunum með grátandi mér.  Versta er að ég vil ekki gera þetta. Finnst það vera að rífa úr mér hjartað en veit það þetta er hið eina rétta.  Katla mín er það mikilvægasta.  Hún á skilið aðeins hið besta og í hundahimnaríki fær hún það allt.  Hún mun samt alltaf vera í hjarta mínu nú og alltaf.  Ég hugsa að ég muni ekki skrifa aftur fyrr en að allt er um yfirstaðið.  Ég ætla að reyna að vera Kötlu minni góð þangað til.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ykkur finnst kannski óviðeigandi að ég skuli tala svona á netinu um mín hjartans mál en ég verð að venta og þið sem þekkið Kötlu, hélt að ykkur langaði að vita um hana. Ef ég særi einhverja blygðunarkennd þá biðst ég afsökunar.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-113062929755382826?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/113062929755382826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=113062929755382826&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113062929755382826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113062929755382826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/10/srt.html' title='Sárt'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-113050985741878802</id><published>2005-10-28T10:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T10:30:57.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Katlan mín...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ég fékk sorgarfréttir í gær.  Félagsstofnun stúdenta sendu mér bréf þar sem mér var hótað að vera fleygt á götuna ef ég kem Kötlu minni ekki fyrir einhversstaðar annarsstaðar.  Svo virðist sem einhver anal retentive fábjáni sem hefur aldrei átt gæludýr, klagaði mig.  Og þar sem Katlan mín er orðin gömul og veik er bara einn staður sem hún getur farið á.  Ég grét og grét í gær.  Hélt að ég kæmist ekki í gegnum daginn.  Mér þykir svo vænt um stelpuna mína og á eftir að sakna hennar sárt.  Mér leið eins og það væri að rífa úr mér hjartað í gær þegar ég uppgötvaði að hún þyrfti að sofna innan tveggja vikna.  Ekki sanngjarnt.  Allir sem hafa átt gæludýr vita um hvað ég er að tala.  Og hún er líka svo yndisleg og góð og falleg og kjánaleg og meiriháttar í alla staði.  Ég mun njóta þess að vera með henni þessa síðustu daga. Vera góð við hana og leyfa henni að vera góðri við mig.  Ætli að þetta sé ekki bara til að ég dragi ekki of lengi að leyfa henni að sofna. Hún er jú veik og ég vil ekki að hún þjáist.  Æ þetta er bara svo erfitt.  Hún fyllti upp í tómarúm hjá mér, ég fékk hana nokkrum mánuðum eftir mikinn missi og þess vegna hefur hún sérstakan stað í hjarta mínu.  Enda var ég algerlega ónýt í gær, gat ekki hætt að gráta, endalaust streymdu tárin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dagurinn í dag er aðeins betri.  Ég virðist hafa grátið úr mér mestu sorgina í gær.  Er aðeins sáttari í dag ( ef svo má kalla því maður verður aldrei sáttur við svona ) og hef ákveðið að sjá fegurðina í stelpunni minni á meðan ég hef hana hérna.  Ég er gjörsamlega búin á þvi eftir gærdaginn, mér er illt alstaðar í andlitinu þó sérstaklega í augunum.  Það eins og ég sé með harðsperrur í þeim, öll bólgin og sæt.  Eins gott að engin sjái mig núna.  Nema Katlan mín, henni er alveg sama um hvernig ég lít út, bara að ég gefi henni að borða... lol.  Nei nei, hún elskar mig eins og ég er.  Litla stelpan mín sem er orðin gömul geit, grá og guggin.  Við áttum margar góðar stundir saman ég og hún og ég ætla að sjá til þess að þær verða fleiri næstu tvær vikurnar......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-113050985741878802?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/113050985741878802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=113050985741878802&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113050985741878802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113050985741878802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/10/katlan-mn.html' title='Katlan mín...'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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-17275891.post-113025359306079746</id><published>2005-10-25T11:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T11:21:36.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ég er mjög blá í dag. Ég veit ekki afhverju, sól skín í heiði, veðrið er frábært og mér gengur svo til allt í haginn. Langar helst að gráta úr mér augun og fara svo að sofa og vakna ekki aftur fyrr en bláminn er farinn. Úff hvað ég þoli ekki að vera döpur, ég hef ekkert að vera döpur yfir þannig séð. Svo er samviskubitið út af ömmu með mig lifandi að fara, er ekki búin að fara til hennar í rúma viku and it is killing me. Hef svo sem löggilda ástæðu, skólinn er að kaffæra mig en samt ... það tekur ekki langan tíma að kíkja til gömlu konunnar... Æ, er eitthvað hálf vonlaus í dag. Ekkert gaman að tala við mig núna. Ætla að blogga aftur þegar ég er komin í betra skap. þar til þá...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.magitek.nu/wallpaper/parfait/sadness_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-113025359306079746?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/113025359306079746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=113025359306079746&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113025359306079746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113025359306079746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/10/blues_25.html' title='Blues...'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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-17275891.post-113014049407561471</id><published>2005-10-24T03:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T03:54:54.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&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;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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jæja, ný vinnuvika að byrja með tilheyrandi látum.  Helgin var ansi stutt hjá mér út af prófinu á laugardaginn, sem bæðevei var svínslegt og erfitt og jafnvel svínslega erfitt..... Ég var totally and utterly búin á því þegar prófinu lauk enda hafði átt frekar erfiða nótt fyrir það, mamma þú veist hvað ég á við tí hí hí... nei nei bara að stríða þér.  Og núna eru framundan verkefnaskil, verklegir tímar, mikill lestur og annað próf og allt þetta fyrir miðvikudag!!! Eins gott fyrir mig að halda vel á spöðunum.  Versta er að ég er ennþá pínu slöpp, líkaminn ekki ennþá búin að jafna sig eftir veikindin og ég þarf að hvíla mig alltaf reglulega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fór út að dansa á laugardagskvöldið. MIKIÐ af fólki í bænum út af  Iceland Airwaves.  Það var fínt nema hvað minns gat dansað stutt, held að ég hafi enst í 2 klst.  Ég var vön að vera á útopnu í fleiri fleiri tíma.  Náttúrulega ekki gott fyrir lungun að vera í reyk og rusli eftir síðustu vikur.  Úff !! Var líka þreytt í gær og gerði ekki mikið. Hell, ég er ennþá þreytt en það er margt og mikið framundan þannig að ég verð að taka daginn snemma.  Ætla líka að reyna að koma mér í poweryoga í kvöld ef ég verð ennþá standandi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well,  Verð að fara að koma mér að verki. Langur og strangur dagur framundan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hún Katla mín horfir á mig bænaraugum um að fá að fara út að pissa og allir sem hafa hitt Kötlu vita að það er vonlaust að reyna að standast þessi augu.  Mikið ósköp getur þessi stelpa verið aumingjaleg þegar hún vill ná einhverju fram... ti hi hi....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-113014049407561471?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/113014049407561471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=113014049407561471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113014049407561471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/113014049407561471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/10/jja-n-vinnuvika-byrja-me-tilheyrandi.html' title=''/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-112988428440487725</id><published>2005-10-21T04:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T04:53:46.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Katla og Neró svefnpúkar...</title><content type='html'>Heldur þú að ég hafi ekki sofið hjá tveimur labrador hundum í nótt? Í rúminu mínu sem er nú ekkert ýkja stórt. Annar þeirra, hundurinn hennar mömmu, virtist halda að það væri sjálfsögð réttindi hans að breiða veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel úr sér og lá hann með alla skanka úti nærri alla nóttina. Hún Katla mín var nú hæverskari og lá í kurli við hliðina á mér. Tveir stórir labrador hundar og ég í 120 cm rúmi, you do the math... það var sko heldur ekkert kalt að hafa tvo lifandi hitapoka í rúminu undir sænginni. Ég skil ekki hvernig þau gátu verið undir sænginni með feld og allt en ok. Þeim leið vel og það er fyrir öllu. Ég var hinsvegar aðeins í meiri kremju en fannst samt voða notó að hafa þau þarna hjá mér. Mamma lá uppi í sófa og hraut hástöfum í kór við hundana þannig að ég fékk nætursöng. Allt í góðu. Jæja þá er það að fara að læra fyrir prófið á morgun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leiter alligeiter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. helduru að ég hafi ekki fundið mynd sem er nauðalík Neró og Kötlu minni :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:wS7wmLj2mjsJ:www.corsini.co.uk/fineart/images/prints/labrador%2520head%2520study%2520granger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-112988428440487725?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/112988428440487725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=112988428440487725&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/112988428440487725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/112988428440487725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/10/katla-og-ner-svefnpkar.html' title='Katla og Neró svefnpúkar...'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-112976759589864279</id><published>2005-10-19T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T20:26:43.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ef þú brosir ekki yfir þessu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Þið gjörsamlega veeeeeeeeeeeeeerðið að lesa þetta, þekki þessa konu ekki neitt en ómægod hvað mér finnst hún fyndin, gjörsamlega búin að veina yfir henni svona rétt fyrir svefninn. Takk elsku Karen fyrir að blogga tengli á þessa konu, ég fer að sofa með bros á vör. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kíktu á hana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://toothsmith.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_toothsmith_archive.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;hérna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-112976759589864279?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/112976759589864279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=112976759589864279&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/112976759589864279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/112976759589864279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/10/ef-brosir-ekki-yfir-essu.html' title='Ef þú brosir ekki yfir þessu...'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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-17275891.post-112973852663779123</id><published>2005-10-19T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T12:18:32.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gleði Gleði Gleði í annarri útgáfu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Læra læra læra&lt;br /&gt;læra líf mitt er&lt;br /&gt;sem að skólabókin&lt;br /&gt;gefið hefur mér&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ég virðist eiga&lt;br /&gt;ekkert líf&lt;br /&gt;því að það er&lt;br /&gt;læra læra læra alla tíð&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stundum vildi ég að það væri hægt að beintengja úr bók og beint inn í minni....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:NrvujO6H1i8J:www.med.uio.no/medinf/pckurs_old/confused.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-112973852663779123?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/112973852663779123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=112973852663779123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/112973852663779123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/112973852663779123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/10/glei-glei-glei-annarri-tgfu.html' title='Gleði Gleði Gleði í annarri útgáfu...'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-112968271508961912</id><published>2005-10-18T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T20:54:08.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SÚREFNI, YNDISLEGA SÚREFNI....</title><content type='html'>Ég get andað..... þvílíkur léttir að geta andað.... yndislegt að geta andað... Það kom í ljós að astminn var að valda mér erfiðleikum og ég er núna komin á sterapúst þannig að hóstinn hefur minnkað mikið... Ég er svooooooooooooooo glöð.. eins og ég hef áður sagt... Maður kann sko að meta hluti þegar maður áttar sig á að þeir eru ekki endilega sjálfgefnir... Nauðsynlegt að fá smá reality check öðru hvoru... hefði mátt vera aðeins styttra í þetta skiptið, er orðin þreytt á þessu gelti og líkaminn líka. Það er víst ansi erfitt fyrir líkamann að fá ekki að anda, ti hi hi... En nú er sko onward and upwards, ekkert elsku mamma neitt. þá er það hvítlaukshylki, sólhattur, c-vitamín, fjölvítamín, lýsi, flensusprauta og hvað annað sem ég get fundið fyrirbyggjandi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;óvör end át&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:QFFPaRy7dZQJ:http://www.backwashkids.com/images/caricatures/happy.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-112968271508961912?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/112968271508961912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=112968271508961912&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/112968271508961912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/112968271508961912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/10/srefni-yndislega-srefni.html' title='SÚREFNI, YNDISLEGA SÚREFNI....'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-112953263545375505</id><published>2005-10-17T03:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T03:05:41.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>að hósta eða ekki hósta, það er spurningin,,,</title><content type='html'>Bú hú aumingja ég..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaarg, helduru að hóstinn haldi fyrir mér vöku? Ég er búin að vera hálf- eða algeltandi núna í um 5 vikur. Verð að viðurkenna að ég er orðin ansi þreytt á þessu. Ætla líka til doksa á eftir og vita hvað í $#%&amp;$&amp;amp;#"%! er í gangi. Getur ekki verið eðlilegt. Er samt búin að fara á 7 daga pensílin kúr þarna einhverja vikuna. Jæks !!!! Þetta er ekki gera skólastarfinu mínu neitt voða gott. Erfitt að einbeita sér þegar maður er veikur, eins og heilinn í manni breytist yfir í froðu og mauk sem kallast HOR !!!!!!! Ég drekk hóstasaft af miklum ákafa á kvöldin svo að ég geti sofið eitthvað, ætli að maður sé orðin hóstasaftisti og þurfi að fara í meðferð eftir öll þessi ósköp ?? Nei, ég bara spyr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annars var helgin nokkuð róleg hjá mér..... JAH... nema föstudagskvöldið. Þá komum við fjölskyldan sörpræs til Ásbjörns bróður sem var tvítugur síðustu viku (TIL HAMINGJU MEÐ AFMÆLIÐ AFTUR ÁSBJÖRN) og það var spilar partýspilið fram á rauða, mikið gaman mikið grín. Svo tók ég ömmu mína til mín á laugardag, yndislegt að hafa hana hjá mér í smá stund. Ég HÓSTAÐI, las nýjustu bók Iris Johannsen, bæðevei skemmtilegur höfundur, svaf og HÓSTAÐI. Jebb svona var mín helgi...... vonandi var þín góð.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jæja, ætla að reyna að annað hvort að sofna aftur í smá stund áður en að hringi á doksa eða reyna að nýta tímann og lesa fyrir próf sem ég á að fara í á laugardaginn. Ég held faaaaaaaaaaaast í þá von að ég verði orðin það góð þá að ég sé hætt að hósta, annars verð ég myrt margvegis í þessu blessaða prófi af samnemendum mínum. Fátt eins truflandi og manneskja sem virðist vera að hósta úr sér lungu og lifur í prófi, maður býst alltaf við því að þurfa að hoppa upp og gefa mouth to mouth og þar með er einbeitingin farin út í veður og vind. Ekki vil ég gera þeim það, ætli að þetta próf sé ekki nógu erfitt fyrir því. oh, well !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alda Lilja kjölturrakki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/iba0224l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-112953263545375505?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/112953263545375505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=112953263545375505&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/112953263545375505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/112953263545375505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/10/hsta-ea-ekki-hsta-er-spurningin.html' title='að hósta eða ekki hósta, það er spurningin,,,'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-112923993002530468</id><published>2005-10-13T17:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T17:47:30.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarg.... no good...</title><content type='html'>jæks... ég held að ég verði að játa mig sigraða,,,,, í kvöld alla vega... þetta bloggsíðudótarí er aðeins flóknara en það virðist vera................... feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel endalaust stupid, þannig að ég er sem sagt að öskra eftir hjálp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP I NEED SOMEBODY&lt;br /&gt;HELP NOT JUST ANYBODY&lt;br /&gt;HELP YOU KNOW I NEED SOME ONE &lt;br /&gt;HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://mediabum.com/images/crazydog.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-112923993002530468?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/112923993002530468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=112923993002530468&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/112923993002530468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/112923993002530468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/10/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarg-no-good.html' title='aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarg.... no good...'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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-17275891.post-112912100303450367</id><published>2005-10-12T08:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T08:43:23.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazarus.... again... :(</title><content type='html'>Well well... er orðin veik aftur. Verð að segja að mér finnst það ekki ógurlega gaman. Doksi segir að ég ætti samt að vera orðin góð eftir 2-3 daga, alla vega nógu góð til að fara út og stunda skóla.  Er orðin smááááááááááá leið á að gelta og hanga heima alla daga. Úff, fyrir utan að ég hef ekki tíma til þess að vera veik, endalaust vesen...  Er samt ekki alveg jafn slöpp og þegar ég fékk barkabólguna þannig að ég ætla að reyna að nota tímann og læra. Definately need to do that... lol þess á milli reyni ég að finna út hvernig ég get sett þessa síðu upp.  Verst að ég kann ekkert html mál... ha ha ha ha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bið að heilsa að sinni...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-112912100303450367?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/112912100303450367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=112912100303450367&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/112912100303450367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/112912100303450367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/10/lazarus-again.html' title='Lazarus.... again... :('/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-112906677877997773</id><published>2005-10-11T17:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T17:39:38.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wanna get nailed ????</title><content type='html'>Jæja jæja... þarf að finna mér auka pening og er þar með að fara að af stað að setja up færanlega nagla- og förðunarstúdíó,  sem sagt, I come to your house  and do your nails and makeup... endilega látið fólk vita ef því langar í ... Ætla að fara að setja upp auglýsingar hér og þar. Það er svona að reyna að lifa af námslánum- not happening. Enda þarf maður að reyna að láta enda ná saman einhvern veginn... ekki auðvelt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eníhú....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eins og áður sagði... Ætla á fullt að mála og setja á neglur, ég kem bara í heimahús að setja neglur en það er hægt að semja um hvar ég farða.  Endilega komið þessum skilaboðum á framfæri til allra sem vilja heyra og ekki hika við að láta stelpur fá númerið hjá mér ef þær hafa áhuga á nöglum, förðun eða bæði... :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l8r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-112906677877997773?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/112906677877997773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=112906677877997773&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/112906677877997773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/112906677877997773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/10/wanna-get-nailed.html' title='wanna get nailed ????'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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-17275891.post-112888227501233937</id><published>2005-10-09T14:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T14:24:35.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellin að færast yfir.....</title><content type='html'>Hæ aftur og sorrý að ég hafi ekki bloggað í nokkra daga... letin mig lifandi að drepa... alla vega...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Við vinkonurnar hittumst heima til að taka okkur til fyrir djamm í gær, ég endaði með að mála þær... svaka fjör hjá mér... enduðum með að fara út rúmlega 2.  Þegar inn var komið á staðinn blasti við mér argandi og gargandi smáskríll, kvaða af hámark átján ára skrímslum sem voru að drekka sig í hel með töffaraskap.  Ekki var hægt að dansa, standa kyrr, tölta um án þess að fá olnboga í rifbein eða bjórslettu á sig, við skulum ekki einu sinni minnast á að mér fannst ég eiga það hættu að vera kýld af engu tilefni.... var eitthvað í vatninu, loftinu eða bjórnum í gær.... ??? Ég sver það... endaði með að fara virkilega pirruð heim um 4. Á þessum tveimur tímum fann ég hvernig ég eldist um möööööööööööööööööööööörg ár.... rassinn seig niður að hnésbótum, brjóstin að mjöðmum, gráu hárin spruttu, hrukkunum fjölgaði ooooooooooooooooooooog dýpkuðu................. úfff... ég er að verða gömul nöldrandi kerling..........   Ekki að nenna að eyða tíma mínum í svona rugl.. Þegar ég fer út vil ég skemmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmta mér, dansa og njóta þess að fá útrás við skemmtilega tónlist... ekki að berjast um tilverurétt minn inni á staðnum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting oooooooooooooooooooooooooooold.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-112888227501233937?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/112888227501233937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=112888227501233937&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/112888227501233937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/112888227501233937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/10/ellin-frast-yfir.html' title='Ellin að færast yfir.....'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-112860263204268790</id><published>2005-10-06T08:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T08:43:52.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>vkonudagur og Katlan mín....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jahérna... ætlaði ekki að komast inn... netið eitthvað að bila... Alla vega þegar ég ætlaði að blogga í gær þá tókst mér ekki að komast inn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;enihú...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fór á vkonudag Debenhams í gær... þvílík og önnur eins örtröð, konur réðust hver fyrir aðra að ná í snyrtivörur, föt og hvaðeina sem hugurinn girntist... algerlega gleymt í  hvaða tilgangi maður var að koma þarna... nokkuð gott sölutrix hjá Debenhams - hefur örugglega fengið sitthvað út ur þessu kvöldi.  Var samt glöð að heyra að Vkonudagssamtökin fékk 1 millu fyrir sig... ekki veitir af að sinna þessu málefni... fannst bara pínu ógnvekjandi að sjá allar kvensurnar í búðaræði.  Ég eyddi engu.. fekk að meira að segja gefins rauðann topp :D (gosdrykkinn sko, ekki blússu...)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fékk annars ekki mjög góðar fréttir af stelpunni minni í gær, doksi finnur ekki út hvað er að henni. Basically á ég að njóta þess að vera með henni núna á meðan hún er ennþá svona hress því um leið og hún verður slappari þá getur verið að hún þurfi að sofna.  Ég ekki sátt við það... en auðvitað tek ég þá ákvörðun, það kemur ekki til greina að hún Katla mín þjáist.  Vona bara að hún hafi það gott sem lengst svo að ég hafi hana hjá mér.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ótrúlegt hvað manni getur þótt vænt um dýrin sín.   Hjartað mitt brestur við tilhugsunina um að hún gæti farið hvenær sem er... og hún er bara hundur.  Ég náttúrulega lít á hana sem litlu stelpuna mín, og hún held ég líka... efast stórlega um að hún fatti að hún er ekki manneskja eins og ég ti hi hi.....  En hún er yndisleg... enda besta stelpan í öllum heiminum :D:D:D   Ætla að njóta hennar eins og ég get...  Gaf henni bein um daginn og hún sýnir það öllum sem vilja sjá (og hinum líka sem vilja ekki sjá) voða montin, nýjasta nýtt er að drepa beinið með margs lags tiktúrum og helst ef að ég hendi því eitthvert.... beinið fer sko með út að pissa og allt.... nýjasti  besti vinurinn.... :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hafið það sem allra best og megi kærleikur og birta umvefja ykkur í dag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KNÚS OG KOSSAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alda Lilja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-112860263204268790?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/112860263204268790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=112860263204268790&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/112860263204268790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/112860263204268790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/10/vkonudagur-og-katlan-mn.html' title='vkonudagur og Katlan mín....'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-112833036731030820</id><published>2005-10-03T04:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T05:06:07.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OH what a beautiful moooooooooooooorning.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Good morning every one..... Today is a good day :D so much better than this weekend... the good thing about having bad days is that when they are over you realize how wonderful life really is... Woke up at 5.40 and went to the gym... Not going to be able to use my arms tomorrow but hey.... who cares ? It's a beautiful day :D:D:D:D OH what a beautiful moooooooooooooooooooorning, oh what a beautiful daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.... la la la la la lalaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... everything's going my waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lífið er ljúft, það fattar maður þegar maður hefur haft það pínu skítt... það er svo margt sem maður getur verið þakklátur fyrir. Megi birta og gleði skína í lífi ykkar allra.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knús og kossar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-112833036731030820?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/112833036731030820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=112833036731030820&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/112833036731030820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/112833036731030820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-what-beautiful-moooooooooooooorning.html' title='OH what a beautiful moooooooooooooorning.....'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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-17275891.post-112819784691082488</id><published>2005-10-01T16:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T16:17:26.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fúl á móti....</title><content type='html'>Æ voða er eitthvað fúlt í dag.  Er svo fúl á móti að ég er komin í heilan hring.... Held að ég hugsi stundum of mikið.  Hvers vegna þarf ég alltaf að analísera allt? Er ég betur sett þannig?  Æ ég veit ekki, eina sem ég veit að dagurinn í dag er ekki sérlega spennandi.  Ætti að reyna að gera eitthvað til þess að létta mér lundina en veistu að ég nenni því ekki... ætli að ég endi ekki með því að horfa á skjá einn frameftir og fara svo að sofa... EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN svo á morgun kemir nýr dagur og þá ætti mér að líða betur.  Erla vinkona bauð mér í barna afmæli þannig að það getur ekki klikkað :D Þarf að finna líka leið til að peppa þessa síðu upp... setja myndir inn á hana og tengla og eitthvað...... Hvar ætli að ég fatti það ?  Ætla að detta inn í help síðuna..... Hlýt að finna það út...... Kannt þú það.....? Endilega láttu mig vita ef þú kannt eitthvað.... takk takk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-112819784691082488?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/112819784691082488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=112819784691082488&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/112819784691082488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/112819784691082488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/10/fl-mti.html' title='Fúl á móti....'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-112807365536515771</id><published>2005-09-30T05:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T05:53:06.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF :D</title><content type='html'>Komin föstudagur aftur.... gotta love it, thank God its friday..... var svaka dugleg í gær og tók aðeins upp úr kössum... veistu ég á algerlega allt of mikið af dóti fyrir þessa 36 fermetra sem ég bý í..... Ættuð að sjá geymsluna mína.. hún er troðin í hólf og gólf... og ég er ekkkkkkkkkkkkki að ýkja... lol.... ætli að ég klári ekki að taka upp úr kössum rétt áður en ég flyt aftur.. það virðist vera reyndin yfirleitt.... he he he.... Jæja ... ætla að vippa mér í að gera helgarhreingerninguna.... oh... ég er svoooooooooooooooooooo dugleg með tuskuna........ Ætli að ég skrifi ekki meira á eftir... í tandurhreinni íbúð :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's friday again.... gotta love it.... I got in the mood and unpacked some boxes... got entirely too much crap for these 36 metres squared that i have.... should see my storage room... stocked from floor to ceiling - not kidding...... lol... hopefully I'll finish unpacking just before I move again.. that seems to be how it works in my world.... Gonna throw myself into weekend cleaning... YEAH!!! Maybe I'll write later from a squeaky clean apartment :D:D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-112807365536515771?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/112807365536515771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=112807365536515771&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/112807365536515771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/112807365536515771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/09/tgif-d.html' title='TGIF :D'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-112802280594268177</id><published>2005-09-29T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T15:40:05.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One of them.....</title><content type='html'>Well well well........ Orðin ein af þeim.... gat ekki staðist lengur... miss Ulrich segir þetta betra en nokkra fullnægingu... jah kannski ekki alveg en alla vega frekar gaman.... sjáum hvað mér tekst til....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you english speaking friends of mine... I will probably be writing in a mix of icelandic and english.... bear with me, ok ??? Will try to make myself understandable at least some of the time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17275891-112802280594268177?l=wavelily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/feeds/112802280594268177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17275891&amp;postID=112802280594268177&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/112802280594268177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17275891/posts/default/112802280594268177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavelily.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-of-them.html' title='One of them.....'/><author><name>Alda Lilja</name><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>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
