tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-172758912024-03-07T02:26:27.613-05:00Thinking out loud...Your destiny unfolds by the choices you make...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-2752091469745364762008-09-17T19:55:00.002-04:002008-09-17T22:26:13.860-04:00house pets / roommates ???? ojbarasta...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....<br /><br />I guess I am a spoiled Icelandic girl... not that fond of these...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:yX6FVfm7NraCJM:http://www.cooperseeds.com/graphics/americanroach.jpg"><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" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>am soooooooooooooo gonna get another place next week... úff.....Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-53293549188809544162008-09-12T17:11:00.002-04:002008-09-12T17:44:36.942-04:00First month of my new life... :DIn short :<br /><br />stayed in 6 places since I got here a month ago,<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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<br /><br />looooooooooooooooove manhattan - walked all over... and its great... :D<br /><br />been to Usher concert in central park and west indies parade in brooklyn... so much fun<br /><br />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...<br /><br />All in all life, is great :D:D:D<br /><br /> will try to blog more often... over and outUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-1166205648710496122006-12-15T12:54:00.000-05:002006-12-15T13:00:48.810-05:00Installing love...<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>Tech Support:</strong> Yes, ... how can I help you? </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>Customer:</strong> Well, after much consideration, I`ve decided to install Love. Can you guide me though the process? </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>Tech Support:</strong> Yes. I can help you. Are you ready to proceed? </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>Customer:</strong> Well, I`m not very technical, but I think I`m ready. What do I do first? </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>Tech Support:</strong> The first step is to open your Heart. Have you located your Heart? </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>Customer:</strong> Yes, but there are several other programs running now. Is it okay to install Love while they are running? </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>Tech Support:</strong> What programs are running ? </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>Customer:</strong> Let`s see, I have Past Hurt, Low Self-Esteem, Grudge and Resentment running right now. </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>Tech Support:</strong> 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 ? </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>Customer:</strong> I don`t know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how? </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>Tech Support:</strong> 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? </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>Customer:</strong> Okay, done! Love has started installing itself. Is that normal? </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>Tech Support:</strong> Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. You need to begin connecting to other Hearts in order to get the upgrades. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>Customer:</strong> Oops! I have an error message already. It says, "Error - Program not run on external components " What should I do? </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>Tech Support:</strong> 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. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>Customer:</strong> So, what should I do? </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>Tech Support:</strong> Pull down Self-Acceptance; then click on the following files: Forgive-Self; Realize Your Worth; and Acknowledge your Limitations. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>Customer:</strong> Okay, done. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>Tech Support:</strong> 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. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>Customer:</strong> 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? </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>Tech Support:</strong> 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. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>Customer:</strong> Thank you, God. </span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-1165011624661771132006-12-01T17:16:00.000-05:002006-12-01T17:20:24.673-05:00NEW YORK NEW YORK<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"></a><br /><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"></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>I LOVE NEW YORK !!!</strong></span><br /><br />will blog about my trip here when I get back, but I just wanted to say <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"><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" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-1164502189027020172006-11-25T19:47:00.000-05:002006-11-25T19:49:49.046-05:00True about me or not, you tell me ???***Your Birthdate: December 28***<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Your strength: Your bold approach to life<br /><br />Your weakness: You don't accept help<br /><br />Your power color: Bronze<br /><br />Your power symbol: Pyramid<br /><br />Your power month: October<br /><br />What Does Your Birth Date Mean?<a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz">http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-1163894318175625032006-11-18T18:50:00.000-05:002006-11-18T18:58:38.200-05:00male bashing what ???<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Men are like .... </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">…………..... Laxatives ... They irritate the crap out of you. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">…………..... Bananas... The older they get, the less firm they are. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">………........ Weather… Nothing can be done to change them. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">………........ Blenders… You need One, but you're not quite sure why. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">………........ Chocolate Bars ... Sweet, smooth, & they usually head right for your hips. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">…………..... Commercials … You can't believe a word they say. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">………........ Department Stores ... Their clothes are always 1/2 off. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">………........ Government Bonds ... They take soooooooo long to mature. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">………........ Mascara... They usually run at the first sign of emotion. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">…………..... Popcorn... They satisfy you, but only for a little while. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">…………….. Snowstorms ... You never know when they're coming, how many inches you'll get or how long it will last. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">………....... Lava Lamps ... Fun to look at, but not very bright.</span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-1163640984859497912006-11-15T18:15:00.000-05:002006-11-15T20:54:09.026-05:00Memories of Katla...<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><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" /></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">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.<br /><br />She was always there, loved me unconditionally, tolerated all my mood swings and kept me c</span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">ompany.... well, as long as I fed her that is, he he he...<br /><br />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... <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2917/1658/1600/Picture%20445.0.jpg"><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" /></a></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><br />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...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">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...</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2917/1658/1600/Picture%20056.0.jpg"><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" /></a>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 ?</span></span><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2917/1658/1600/Picture%20398.1.jpg"><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" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">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...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">And of course she would get christmas food, something good, and she would eat with the rest of us (instead after dinner).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">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.<span style="font-family:arial;"> She seemed happy and for that I am glad. We didn't stay outside for long though, her highness got cold fast hahaha...</span></span><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2917/1658/1600/Picture%20450.1.jpg"><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" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">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. </span><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2917/1658/1600/Picture%20103.jpg"><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" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Needless to say, there was a LOT of dog hairs all over the place and change of bedsheets quite frequently...</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2917/1658/1600/Katla%20and%20me.1.jpg"><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" /></a><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">I miss her still but now it is a good kind of </span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">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.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span> </p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><strong>My beautiful Katla, you are forever in my heart. May you rest in peace</strong>.</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-1163365493513648832006-11-12T15:15:00.000-05:002006-11-12T16:04:53.593-05:00Mr. Time, I will strip for you if you slow down a little bit ...<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Deary me how time goes by fast !!!<br /><br />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?<br /><br />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:<br /><br />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<br /><br />The week - working, working... and what was that last thing ? Oh, yeah... was working...<br /><br />This weekend - work,work,work with a little pit stop at Pravda for a moment. Not much fun, went home early pissed off :(<br /><br />Forecast for next week :<br /><br />Mornings - gym,<br /><br />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<br /><br />Evenings - work<br /><br />woohoo, fun fun fun :D</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-1162425543929839592006-11-01T18:50:00.000-05:002006-11-01T19:14:08.970-05:00I remember the days...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!! <br /><br />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?<br /><br /><img src="https://secure.gallerian.org/butik_sven-hornell_kat/upload/bilder_mellan/706_1.jpg" /></span><br /><br />Maybe the fact that I worked 143 hours in october with my school has something to do with my fatigue.. just maybe...<br /><br />Anyway, I think I still am a little bit anti-tech so so long for now...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-1162083082789319132006-10-28T20:13:00.000-04:002006-10-28T20:51:25.516-04:00Becoming amish ???Sometimes I am so lucky...<br /><br />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...<br /><br />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 ....<br /><br />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...<br /><br />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 !!!<br /><br />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... <br /><br />aaaaaaaaaaanyway...<br /><br />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<br /><br />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. <br /><br />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 !!!<br /><br />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 !!!<br /><br />I have spent enough time in front of the computer writing this blog, I am still a little bit anti-technological... OVER AND OUTUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-1160414776697539782006-10-09T13:20:00.000-04:002006-10-09T13:26:16.710-04:00jólin jólin jólin koma brátt...Æ dónt bílív itt.. jólin fara að koma bráðum... gúlp..<br /><br />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.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-1159832535843333602006-10-02T19:25:00.000-04:002006-10-02T19:42:15.856-04:002006Hello all,<br /><br />yes I am still alive. Somehow time has passed so fast that I can't keep up :s<br /><br />the year 2006:<br /><br />Was ill and ended up in a hospital,<br />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)<br />spent the summer cold, wet and outside,<br />fell in love and consequently got my heart broken,<br />found out what I want to be when I grow up,<br />am now working in a café about 65% and going to school fulltime,<br />wanted to do bellydancing this fall but my bank account didnt agree,<br />Need to step up my game about studying but hey what else is new,<br /><br />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 ?<br /><br />Whatya think?<br /><br />Anyway. I hope ya'll good and hope to seeya soonUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-1148687439581443402006-05-26T19:31:00.000-04:002006-05-26T19:54:58.276-04:00Friendship prayer LOL ...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...<br /><br />Amen <br /><img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:aarRo5GFZgVMiM:http://gobnf.org/i/wm/buttons/smiley/highres_smiley_left.jpg" /></span><br /><br /><img src="http://www.plasticbombshop.de/catalog/images/cover/132872.jpg" /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-1146985410245699112006-05-07T02:53:00.000-04:002006-05-07T03:09:41.576-04:00Ótrúlegar Hetjur ...Ég verð að deila þessu með ykkur.<br /><br />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. <br /><br />Lítið á skrif hennar Bebbu, saga þeirra mun ekki láta neinn ósnortinn. Þau eiga skilið allt hið besta í geiminum.<br /><br /><br /></span><a href="http://bebbaoghjolli.blogspot.com">Hetjusaga Bebbu, Hjörleifs og yndislegu Bryndísar Evu</span></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-1146658034811378542006-05-03T08:04:00.000-04:002006-05-03T08:15:42.490-04:00Who are you ?You scored as Belle.<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><br /></span><li><a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=11104&first=yes"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Which Disney princess are you ???</span></a></li><br /><br />Hmm wonder if I'm going to marry a beast ????<br /><br /><img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1110146674Belle.jpg" /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-1146431476103154052006-04-30T16:54:00.000-04:002006-04-30T17:12:22.440-04:00langt en fyndið...<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">Fann þetta á netinu og varð að deila því með ykkur...<br /><br /></span></strong><span style="font-size:78%;">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<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Í bíói: miðstærð af COCKPORN og KÓK:)<br /><br />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).<br /><br />Coke with clakes please :c)<br /><br />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..<br /><br />í laginu D-I-S-C-O söng ég hinsvegar We are eskimos... lalala<br /><br />where can I find a speedbank?<br /><br />Eitt skiptið á bar á Írlandi þá vantaði mömmu svo rosalega penna, hún spurði barþjóninn "dú jú hev a penis?"<br />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!<br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">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!"<br /><br />Im gonna have half a kitchen (átti að vera chicken).<br /><br />Sigrún er einstæð móðir. Þegar þetta var sett yfir á ensku þá kom út: Sigrún is a lonely standing mother<br /><br />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<br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">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"<br /><br />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!"<br /><br />Já hef einmitt séð "I'm gone" sem " Ég heiti Gone"<br /><br />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?"<br /><br />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"<br /><br />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.<br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">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<br /><br />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!"<br /><br />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"<br /><br />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":)<br /><br />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!!<br /><br />Einhver var að skála í einhverjum þætti, lyfti glasi og sagði "a toast!" og það var þýtt "ristabrauð!"<br /><br />Svo var það vinkona systir minnar sem ætlaði að verða "the biggest cock in the world"<br /><br />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! </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">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 ;) </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">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) </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">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!! </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">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 </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">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!! </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">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! </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">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".</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">mamma mín sagpi um daginn clean animal þegar pabbi bað hana um að segja hreindyr á ensku.. hahaha</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">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.... </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">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.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">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.. :)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">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" </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">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!</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-1146320120294187302006-04-29T09:46:00.000-04:002006-04-29T10:17:02.663-04:00Ný ég<strong>I feel good</strong> (da ra ra ra raa)<br /><strong>Like I knew that I would</strong> (da ra ra ra raa)<br /><strong>I feeeeeeeeeeeeeeel good</strong> (da ra ra ra raaa)<br /><strong>Like I knew that I woouuld </strong>(da ra ra ra raa)<br /><br /><strong>So good</strong> (bah bah) <strong>so good</strong> (bah)<br /><strong>'cuz I got you</strong> (bah bah bah bah bah..)<br /><br />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. <strong>TAKK</strong> <strong>ELSKU KAREN MÍN.</strong> 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.<br /><br />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 !!!<br /><br />Hin nýja ég tí hí hí<br /><br /><img src="http://www.verysmalldoses.com/images/posts/072005gfx/mainglas_by_mainasha-thumb.jpg" /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-1145532646606752152006-04-20T07:18:00.000-04:002006-04-20T07:34:03.930-04:00First day of summer :D<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>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</strong></span><br /><br /><img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:MEIQq8O8UrKy5M:http://www.sudavik.is/skoli/sologsumar.jpg" /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-1144692501243854432006-04-10T13:53:00.000-04:002006-04-10T14:10:27.686-04:00A tiny reminder to myself<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Beauty in the little things :<br /></span><br />Sincere smile, </span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">phonecall from someone you haven't heard from in a long time,<br /><br />Sunshine warming your face,<br /><br />childs laughter,<br /><br />friends embrace,<br /><br />smell of newly fallen rain on the grass,<br /><br />the way chocolate melts in your mouth,<br /><br />10 minute powernap in the afternoon,<br /><br />Sound of the ocean waves,<br /><br />the moment you realize that at that precise moment, everything is as it should be and will be<br />a treasure in memory,<br /><br />you go through your jeans before laundry and find forgotten money,<br /><br />favorite icecream on a sunny day,<br /><br />you feel conntected to everyone and everything and thus find respect within,<br /><br />the abundance of joy to be experienced in only you take the time to open yourself up to it. </span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-1138351039259637912006-01-27T03:18:00.000-05:002006-01-27T03:39:50.776-05:00whoo hoo I'm back :D<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><strong>Have a good day today and may love and light guide you through the day :D<br /></strong><br />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.<br /><br />eða um það bil svona gott...<br /><br /><img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:hdf_qSojJm91MM:alan.levien.com/alan.happy.1.jpg" /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-1138152837149796872006-01-24T20:27:00.000-05:002006-01-24T20:33:57.166-05:00Don't like January...:(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.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-1137662321854537892006-01-19T04:00:00.001-05:002006-01-19T04:18:41.856-05:00Skóli skóli skóli :DÞað er leikur að læra<br />leikur sá er mér kær<br />að vita meira og meira<br />meir'í dag en í gær.<br /><br />:D<br /><br />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. <br /><br />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).<br /><br />Þar að auki er svoooooooooooo margt sem mig langar til að gera, á örugglega ekki eftir að gefast tími í allt...<br /><br />óvell... hef ekki tíma í meira í bili...<br /><br />sæjónara :DUnknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-1137662271639672272006-01-19T04:00:00.000-05:002006-01-19T04:17:51.650-05:00Skóli skóli skóli :DÞað er leikur að læra<br />leikur sá er mér kær<br />að vita meira og meira<br />meir'í dag en í gær.<br /><br />:D<br /><br />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. <br /><br />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).<br /><br />Þar að auki er svoooooooooooo margt sem mig langar til að gera, á örugglega ekki eftir að gefast tími í allt...<br /><br />óvell... hef ekki tíma í meira í bili...<br /><br />sæjónara :DUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-1137445153847096552006-01-16T15:57:00.000-05:002006-01-16T16:03:06.300-05:00Glöð glöð..ÉG NÁÐI SÖGU SÁLFRÆÐINNAR !!!!<br /><br />þvílíkur grís, ég segi ykkur. Ég er baaaaaaaaaaaaaara glöð, þar sem þetta er eitt mesta fall fag sálfræðinnar. Ótrúlegt.<br /><br />ástarþakkir til menntunargoðanna :DUnknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17275891.post-1137369871969639592006-01-15T17:32:00.000-05:002006-01-15T19:24:13.336-05:00Great weekend :D<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I just had a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooovely weekend. Went dancing both friday and saturday and boy am I getting old. It has been AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGES since<em> </em>I went 2 nights in a row. On friday my girl <strong>Erna</strong> celebrated her birthday, <strong>TIL HAMINGJU MEÐ DAGINN SÆTA, LOVJÚBÖNTSJ</strong>..... 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<em> </em>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...)<br /></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:Hj2XumO0VYK8sM:www.vampire.co.uk/acatalog/altkiss210.jpg" /></span></p><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">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<br /><br />Looks like fun right? But imagine it with a lot more snow, everything is white. :D<br /></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:CpnFBhoL3gQIsM:http://www.theindependent.com/photos/030302/SnowSled.jpg" /></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3