<?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-5565638</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:20:02.725Z</updated><title type='text'>Þessi andskoti gerir sko ekki boð á undan sér...Aftur i Finnlandi!</title><subtitle type='html'>Anteeksi jalkani on kipsissa</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-115678264605149491</id><published>2006-08-28T16:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-28T16:30:46.066Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kestovaippa er fjolnota bleija(Tetta atti ad fara i tolvuna i gaer en hei..eg er tolvunord!)Já þið veltið því kannski fyrir ykkur hvernig ég staulaðist um þetta orð og lærði það á finnsku! Það hefur aldrei verið mér ljósara en í gær að áherslurnar eiga það til að breytast þegar maður verður foreldri. Arna og Tuomas voru að velta því fyrir sér í gær hvað við ættum að gera á þessum fína laugardegi.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/115678264605149491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5565638&amp;postID=115678264605149491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/115678264605149491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/115678264605149491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/2006/08/kestovaippa-er-fjolnota-bleija-tetta.html' title=''/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-115651677238346620</id><published>2006-08-25T14:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-25T14:39:32.400Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gjorsamlega ad kafna ur hitaEr komin til Finnlands, spurning um ad endurvekja bloggid. Hef ekki bloggad i 2 ar og ordin rydgud eftir tvi,) Aldrei ad vita nema eg breyti eitthvad utlitinu a tessari sidu..ma alveg fara ad missa sig.Vona ad tid hafid tad gott. Viktoria Isold er ordin tvilikt stor! Trui tvi ekki ad tad seu bara 2 vikur sidan eg sa hana sidast! Algjor bolla og hrikalega saet..en hun </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/115651677238346620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5565638&amp;postID=115651677238346620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/115651677238346620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/115651677238346620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/2006/08/gjorsamlega-ad-kafna-ur-hita-er-komin.html' title=''/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-108828804129405892</id><published>2004-06-26T21:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-06-26T22:14:01.293Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Komin heim..Jæja þá er maður bara komin aftur heim. Get ekki annað sagt en að það sé yndi að vera komin. Ætlaði að vísu að vera löngu búin að segja eitthvað frá þessari New York ferð og heimkomunni en það er svona.. Bara búin að lifa í gleðinni að vera komin heim (svo ég segi það einu sinni enn) að mér hefur bara ekki unnist tími til að blogga um það fyrr! EN loforð er loforð svo það er víst </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/108828804129405892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5565638&amp;postID=108828804129405892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/108828804129405892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/108828804129405892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/2004/06/komin-heim_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-108271327595765734</id><published>2004-04-23T09:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-23T09:44:15.483Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DilbertThe Real Estate AgentS: If you don't buy the house I showed you, someone else will.. And every time it appreciates another million dollars you will cry out "Why was I so stupid?! Why?! Why?! And I'll be all "Loser, lo-o-o-ser"B: Are you really not allowed to show me more than one house?Ah.. Dilbert kemur mér alltaf í gott skap:)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/108271327595765734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5565638&amp;postID=108271327595765734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/108271327595765734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/108271327595765734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/2004/04/dilbert-real-estate-agent-s-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-108254450592769415</id><published>2004-04-21T10:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-21T10:51:23.403Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mistyrmingar BarbiedúkkunnarÚff..yndislegur dagur. Er svoo myglud! Tessi dagur er bara búin ad gera mig myglada.. Var í Barbie á annan klukkutíma í morgun, tá lék ég flugvél í klukkutíma, dansadi svo trylltan strídsdans vid undirleik íslenska Grease(textar fá reyndar plús fyrir frábaera týdingu Gísla Rúnars.. eda Gísli faer plús). Tá var stelpan sett í rúmid og ég settist vid skriftir. Var </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/108254450592769415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5565638&amp;postID=108254450592769415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/108254450592769415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/108254450592769415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/2004/04/mistyrmingar-barbiedkkunnar-ff.html' title=''/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-108204266462652338</id><published>2004-04-15T14:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-16T16:51:41.310Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ég er bara tölvunörd, Sorry!Ok..ok! Ég held vid getum öll verid sammála um tad ad ég er tölvunörd. Og tá meina ég ekki gella sem hangir í tölvunni ad forrita og er svaka flink á maskínuna, heldur bara "venjulegt nörd" sem kann ad senda email og that's about it. Gat ekki einu sinni sett sjálf um commentakerfi heldur turfti annan til ad gera tad fyrir mig! En tess vegna er ágaett ad hafa </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/108204266462652338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5565638&amp;postID=108204266462652338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/108204266462652338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/108204266462652338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/2004/04/g-er-bara-tlvunrd-sorry-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-108187702233029484</id><published>2004-04-13T17:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-13T17:26:32.356Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fékk Séd og Heyrt.. jiminn einasti!Tá eru páskarnir bara búnir. Ég efast um ad nokkur madur hafi verid jafn duglegur og hún Anna Gudný vinkona mín sem bordadi 5 páskaegg! Reyndar efast ég stórlega ad hún sé búin med tau öll en hún er samt án efa Miss World Súkkuladilandsins! Páskarnir mínir voru nokkud rólegir bara. Ég var nottla einstaed med trjú en vid tókum bara öllu med ró. Á föstudaginn </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/108187702233029484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5565638&amp;postID=108187702233029484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/108187702233029484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/108187702233029484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/2004/04/fkk-sd-og-heyrt.html' title=''/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-108134237700378872</id><published>2004-04-07T12:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-07T12:55:40.450Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Á löglegum hradaOh hvad ég elska fólk sem keyrir á breidum beinum vegi á löglegum hrada. Var einmitt ad skjótast í baeinn ádan og lenti á eftir tessari elsku sem keyrdi á 59 allan tímann. Fordi okkur frá tví ad fara kannski upp í 62! Reyndar tók hún svo kipp tegar skiltid sagdi 80 og renndi bara strax í 90! Ég vissi ekki hvadan á mig stód vedrid svo ég hélt ákvedinni fjarlaegd enda var eins og </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/108134237700378872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5565638&amp;postID=108134237700378872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/108134237700378872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/108134237700378872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/2004/04/lglegum-hrada-oh-hvad-g-elska-flk-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-108127405212902623</id><published>2004-04-06T17:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2004-04-06T17:58:28.653Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ég er nú meiri bananinn..Tá er Noregsferdin búin. Tetta var ekkert smá frábaer ferd í alla stadi og alveg yndislegt ad sjá svona stóran hluta af fjölskyldunni minni. Fyrstu dagarnir fóru líka bara í störu af minni hálfu og endalausum klípingum til ad sannfaera mig um ad mig vaeri ekki ad dreyma. Ein alltaf jafn sjúk! Foreldrar mínir, tau Léttfeti og Lipurtá, sýndu snilldartakta í fjallinu og ég</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/108127405212902623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5565638&amp;postID=108127405212902623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/108127405212902623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/108127405212902623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/2004/04/g-er-n-meiri-bananinn.html' title=''/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-108063770815031342</id><published>2004-03-30T08:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-30T09:11:03.983Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ó nei!Eins og dagurinn í gaer var nú yndislegur í alla stadi, er ekki laust vid ad ég hafi fengid smá bakslag núna ádan tegar ég las tessa frétt á mbl:Leoncie farin Tónlistarkonan Leoncie sendi fjölmiðlum tilkynningu þess efnis um helgina að hún væri komin í sambönd við erlenda tónlistarmenn og að hún ætlaði sér að flytja frá Íslandi til þess að vinna betur í þeim málum sínum. Í </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/108063770815031342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5565638&amp;postID=108063770815031342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/108063770815031342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/108063770815031342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/2004/03/nei-eins-og-dagurinn-gaer-var-n.html' title=''/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-108055662996345769</id><published>2004-03-29T10:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-29T10:39:44.606Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monday I'm in loveÍ dag er yndislegt vedur, yndisleg sól og yndislegir fuglar syngja, er á yndislegum túr, yndislega sjúskud og mér er nokk sama!Ég er nottla ad fara til Noregs, ekki á morgun heldur hinn svo ég tali nú aaaaaadeins meira um tad. Þad finnst sennilega ekki manneskja á Íslandi sem er ekki búin ad heyra tad ad ég sé ad fara til Noregs! Ég er bara farin ad hlakka svo grídarlega til</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/108055662996345769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5565638&amp;postID=108055662996345769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/108055662996345769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/108055662996345769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/2004/03/monday-im-in-love-dag-er-yndislegt.html' title=''/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-108021583052334147</id><published>2004-03-25T11:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-25T12:00:31.733Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mmmmmmmmmmm Mutu!!Í gaer gerdist nokkud stórkostlegt. Ég gerdist svo fraeg ad horfa á fyrri hálfleik í fótbolta.. Tad  er kannski ekki merkilegt fyrir suma, en ég hef aldrei horft svona lengi í einu á fótbolta í sjónvarpi. Ég kom inn á 10. mínútu leiksins og stadan var 0-0. Ég horfdi á allan fyrri hálfleik og stadan var enn 0-0! Alveg frábaert! Tad tók mig nokkra stund ad fatta hvada lid voru </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/108021583052334147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5565638&amp;postID=108021583052334147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/108021583052334147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/108021583052334147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/2004/03/mmmmmmmmmmm-mutu-gaer-gerdist-nokkud.html' title=''/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107995680769020246</id><published>2004-03-22T11:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-22T12:02:35.780Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kossahátíd í Balí!Hvers vegna var ég ekki á stadnum?! Úff annars var einhver 25 ára gaur í Indlandi sem giftist ömmu sinni..þungt! Sagdist geta annast hana betur sem eiginmadur en sem barnabarn. Vona ad tad týdi ekki tad sem ég held ad tad týdi... Níu ára stúlka giftist hundi í fyrra til ad baegja óheppni frá fjölskyldu sinni. Það er aldeilis!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107995680769020246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5565638&amp;postID=107995680769020246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107995680769020246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107995680769020246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/2004/03/kossahtd-bal-hvers-vegna-var-g-ekki.html' title=''/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107988721507859004</id><published>2004-03-21T16:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-22T12:03:24.996Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The list!...nei, ekki sá listi! Come on!Ég er alveg í weird stemningu tessa dagana. Eitthvad svo margt búid ad vera gerast og margt ad fara gerast. Ég veit ekki lengur hvad ég á af mér ad gera. Stend bara eins og álfur út úr hól med hund út úr kú.. skrýtid. En nú er heldur betur farid ad styttast hjá mér og ég er bara brádum ad fara. Reyndar (svo ég tali nú aaaadeins meira um tad) faer Trysill</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107988721507859004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5565638&amp;postID=107988721507859004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107988721507859004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107988721507859004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/2004/03/list.html' title=''/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107970057455385965</id><published>2004-03-19T12:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-19T12:51:59.030Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Er tad í alvörunni satt...?Vann Borgó Fjölbrautarskólann vid Laekjargötu (nefnt svo af Kristínu) í Gettu betur í gaer?! Tetta eru bara frábaerustu fréttir sem ég hef heyrt..ever! Kristín segir allavega svo í bréfi sínu til mín í dag svo ég tori ekki annad en trúa tví! Jaeja tetta var aldeilis tímabaert:) Jaeja ég vona ég sé ekki ad módga neinn úr Laekjargötunni med tessari skodun minni.. Tad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107970057455385965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5565638&amp;postID=107970057455385965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107970057455385965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107970057455385965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/2004/03/er-tad-alvrunni-satt.html' title=''/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107963777392279893</id><published>2004-03-18T18:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-18T19:29:46.936Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Komin med klórdredda..Jaeja nýr dagur kominn og farinn. Ég splaesti á mig í sund í morgun, tad gerist nú ekki oft. Reyndar er ég búin ad vera lesa blogg hjá "sunddrottningunum" tar sem eitthvad var minnst á garpaaefingu. Mig fór ad klaeja í fingurnar ad komast í klórinn svo ég leyfdi mér tad í dag. Ég maetti í laugina rétt fyrir 11 í morgun og maetti tar fyrir fjölda manns! Gamalt fólk alveg í </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107963777392279893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5565638&amp;postID=107963777392279893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107963777392279893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107963777392279893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/2004/03/komin-med-klrdredda.html' title=''/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107950502913096229</id><published>2004-03-17T05:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-17T07:05:41.093Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Klukkan er átta og sólin skínYndislegt ad vakna tegar sólin vekur mann. Tad er svo bjart ad ég sá ekki sjálfa mig í speglinum inni á badi tví sólin skein beint í bakid á mér.. ágaett alveg. Madur má yfirleitt muna fífil sinn fegri á morgnanna;)Annars var bara ljómandi skemmtilegt í afmaelisbodinu á laugardaginn. Tad var fullt af fólki sem maetti galvaskt í svona líka fínar veitingar. Reyndar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107950502913096229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5565638&amp;postID=107950502913096229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107950502913096229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107950502913096229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/2004/03/klukkan-er-tta-og-slin-skn-yndislegt.html' title=''/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107909196421401656</id><published>2004-03-12T11:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-12T11:48:21.686Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ding dong einhver heima? ..ekki hjá Lilju litlu út úr!Svakalegt med sprengjurnar í Madrid! Tegar ég kom í kotid í gaer og spurdi hvort einhver hefdi heyrt um einhverjar sprengjur kannadist enginn vid neitt. Svo tegar mín datt í afmaelisverdinn í gaer (hrikalega gódur matur!) missti sys naestum andlitid ad heyra hvad ég vaeri eitthvad ekki inn í málunum.. "Tad er ekki búid ad vera annad í </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107909196421401656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5565638&amp;postID=107909196421401656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107909196421401656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107909196421401656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/2004/03/ding-dong-einhver-heima.html' title=''/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107902255421965820</id><published>2004-03-11T16:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-11T16:31:31.123Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vikubloggari..hmm!Ho ho! Hvad er langt sídan ég bloggadi sídast? Ég er greinilega ekki ad standa mig í tessu. Alveg fáránlegt ad vera einu sinni í viku bloggari.. naestum eins og ad vera korter í trjú pía. Sem týdir bara eitt: Er ekki ad standa mig í tessu. Audvita liggja alltaf einhverjar ástaedur ad baki (eda lélégar afsakanir) svo tad er best ad láta taer liggja áfram. En Bollan kom nottla í</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107902255421965820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5565638&amp;postID=107902255421965820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107902255421965820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107902255421965820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/2004/03/vikubloggari.html' title=''/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107814133157106271</id><published>2004-03-01T10:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-01T11:44:18.093Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heimsókn til Feneyja Norðursins og margt margt fleira...Jæja það er mikið mar kemst inn á bloggið sitt! Veit ekki alveg hvað er í gangi en þetta er í fyrsta skipti í langan tíma sem ég kemst inn á það. Svo það er nokkuð margt búið að drífa á dagana síðan síðast..það flæðir hreinlega allt í góðum fréttum um þessar mundir. Svo hér kemur smá upptalning...Við systur og Áslaug fórum til Rússlands (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107814133157106271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5565638&amp;postID=107814133157106271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107814133157106271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107814133157106271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/2004/03/heimskn-til-feneyja-norursins-og-margt.html' title=''/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107661007788959648</id><published>2004-02-12T17:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-12T18:23:06.950Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Á spjalli vid Boris á morgun?!Úff enn einn "ekki minn dagur" runninn til sjávar.. eda svona, já! Það þykir sennilega ekki vinsælt að ræða "Rósu frænku" (eins og það hljómar alltaf hallærislega) í blogginu sínu. En það er aðallega út af því sem dagurinn var bara eitt stórt dæs. Annars fór ég aðeins með hópinn í Itäkeskus áðan því unglingurinn þurfti að kaupa gjafir handa öllum vinum sínum í </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107661007788959648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107661007788959648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107661007788959648'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107634059391155275</id><published>2004-02-09T15:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-11T15:08:10.123Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Týnd í heimi bévítans tölvuvírusa..Heldur betur kominn tími á að blogga, þó ekki væri nema smá yfirlit. Það er einhver grábölvaður vírus í tölvunum hérna sem hefur leitt af sér rosalegan afslátt á internet-reikningum fólks. Svo það er alltaf soldid happdrætti hvort maður komist á netið og ef þá það hversu lengi. Eeen nú komst ég. Húrra fyrir því. Það hefur nokkuð margt drifið á dagana síðan </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107634059391155275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107634059391155275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107634059391155275'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107536622579740012</id><published>2004-01-29T07:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-29T08:51:59.966Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hármissirinn enn syrgður..Já, það hvílir enn sorg yfir dalnum vegna hármissis.. og verður líklega eitthvað áfram.Annars var dagurinn í gær ekki mikið skárri, bara ekki minn dagur. Ég fór með strákinn á leikskólann eldsnemma og brunaði svo til Örnu. Nú er ég komin með lykil ad íbúðinni svo ég læddist inn og náði í kort sem Arna hafði útbúið fyrir mig svo ég rataði í skólann hennar. Ég fór </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107536622579740012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5565638&amp;postID=107536622579740012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107536622579740012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107536622579740012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/2004/01/hrmissirinn-enn-syrgur.html' title=''/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107521723201006033</id><published>2004-01-27T15:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-27T15:28:44.810Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tetta vaeri ekki verra tó hún hefdi klippt á mig tykkan tvertopp á midju enni.. Annars nádi ég ekki endanum hérna ádan. Tegar ég er ad klaeda mig í úlpuna eftir ósköpin situr kona í stól og er ad skoda hárblöd. Hún lítur upp og sér ALLT hárid á mér á gólfinu. Konan aepir upp fyrir sig (tetta er sko ekki grín) hún gargar og bendir á hárid á mér, spyrjandi hver eigi tetta. Klipparinn bendir </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107521723201006033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107521723201006033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107521723201006033'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107521118217569915</id><published>2004-01-27T13:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-27T15:29:17.780Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am shocked... SHOCKED!Í dag fékk ég afmaelisgjöf.. klippingu. Ég var nokkud stressud ad fara til finnsks klippara tar sem margir Finnar eru med soldid flippadara hár en ég (sbr. blátt, graent, fjólublátt o.s.frv.) Af sama skapi var mér ordid illt ad horfa á "fallega", sída hárid mitt enda var tad ordid nokkud slitid (svo var ég sannfaerd um ad tetta vaeri einn faerasti klippari Finnlands..). Í </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107521118217569915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107521118217569915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107521118217569915'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107485831363468942</id><published>2004-01-23T11:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-23T11:46:42.043Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tankagangur AfdalabóndansRak mig harkalega í tad (ég virdist gera mikid af tví núna) í gaer ad tad sem ég ádur taldi skynsemi í fjármálum er komin út fyrir öll skynsemismörk! Í gaer stód ég mig ad tví ad máta trisvar sinnum sömu buxurnar ádur en ég lét verda af tví ad kaupa taer.. fannst taer eiginlega vera alltof dýrar á 25 evrur! ..2300kall! Tetta naer nottla engri átt.. Tarf allavega adeins </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107485831363468942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107485831363468942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107485831363468942'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107470289879837258</id><published>2004-01-21T16:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-21T17:41:23.780Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ó jesús! Ég er ordin bloggnörd! Var ad lesa sídustu faerslu..held ég sé bara ad breytast í algjöran nörra á öllum svidum. Ekki ad ég sé eitthvad á móti nörrum, bara samt. Undanfarid hef ég nefnilega rekid mig allharkalega í tad ad ég er ekki beint í... tja hvad skal segja, prime time kyntokkans(!) eins og madur hefdi haldid um tvítugsaldurinn. Í augnablikinu geng ég t.d. um allt í RISA dúnúlpu </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107470289879837258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107470289879837258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107470289879837258'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107402746163684248</id><published>2004-01-13T20:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-13T20:59:01.186Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hannes, Hannes, Hannes..Var á mbl ádan ad lesa allt um hrakfarir Hannesar (sem hann skapadi sér svo eftirminnilega sjálfur) og tá var m.a. sagt ad ásakanir tessar vaeru baedi úr lausu lofti gripnar og ekki á rökum reistar.. Nú spyr ég, er tad ekki bara alveg sami hluturinn? Ef eitthvad er úr lausu lofti gripid byggir tad ekki á neinu, er tad? Tetta er svona eins og ef ég saei Elínu tala vid </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107402746163684248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107402746163684248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107402746163684248'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107401293178447051</id><published>2004-01-13T16:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-13T20:04:55.966Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Potodrsdotme...Jaeja tá er madur bara byrjadur á Atkinskúrnum.. alveg komin med nóg af ad éta gulraetur og léttast ekki gramm!Annars er nú lítid ad frétta af manni. Ég er byrjud ad telja saman tímana mína og komst ad tví ad ég er ad vinna um helmingi meira en ég á ad gera (skv reglum á aupair sídum). Svo madur aetti aldeilis ad fá eitthvad útborgad naest;) Sem kemur sér mjög vel tar sem tad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107401293178447051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107401293178447051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107401293178447051'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107367963029433717</id><published>2004-01-09T19:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-09T20:27:02.700Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mikid rosalega er ég eitthvad tilfinningarík(=vaemin?)Vá hvad tetta er búin ad vera eitthvad lágstemmd vika! Ég held ad highlightid hafi verid ádan tegar ég datt inn í Bachelor og Bachelorette partí hjá Ryan og Tristu. Aumingja greyid Ryan fór ad háskaela tegar stripparar maettu í partíid hans.. ekki djók! Svo hvarf hann eitthvad út í buskann og í sama augnabliki kom Trista, tad má med sanni </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107367963029433717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107367963029433717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107367963029433717'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107349701591118330</id><published>2004-01-07T17:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-07T17:38:08.840Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jólakortabömmer, enn einu sinni!..Jimin! Jólakortin fóru bara aldrei í póst..týpiskt!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107349701591118330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107349701591118330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107349701591118330'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107332922943870640</id><published>2004-01-05T18:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-05T19:01:40.936Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Femin.isVar á femin og tók nokkur próf.. tetta er annars alveg frábaer vefur. Er búin ad lesa alveg helling af furdulegum sögum! Annars aetla ég ekki ad blogga meira um adstaedur hér í Finnlandi fyrr en ég er búin ad.. 'have the talk' vid fólkid mitt, and it could be a while longer tar sem tau eru mjög annasöm(er tad ekki annars ord?)Allavega, my test scores!Þú ert skynsöm í hafi freistinga!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107332922943870640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107332922943870640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107332922943870640'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107149557913442365</id><published>2003-12-15T13:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-15T13:40:29.263Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Var ad lesa yfir bref fra Elinu og Krummu og langar ordid agalega mikid til ad eyda sidustu aurunum minum i ad hringja i taer! Aetla adeins ad fara i budir (lofa ad kaupa ekki neitt! Held eg se med sjalfpiningarhvot.. i gaer for eg i Benetton og keypti ekki neitt.. og Escada! Bakkadi reyndar ofug ut tadan  ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRG!!)En eg reyni ad senda ykkur mail a eftir ef eg nae! Treysti tvi bara i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107149557913442365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107149557913442365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107149557913442365'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107149507423903714</id><published>2003-12-15T13:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-15T13:40:54.640Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hei.. get ekki lagad.. hef ekki nogu mikinn tima. Hei sma til Ornu; sendu mer sms ef tu keyptir tu veist i pentik fyrir tu veist. fyrir mo..og tu ert med i til Rebbuskotts. Ef tu vilt ad eg kaupi ilmvatnid fyrir tig her verduru ad senda sms i dag svo eg nai. Forum af hoteli kl 9 i fyrramalid..! Hlakka til ad sja tig sys!!;) Kossar og knus til allra, hlakka til ad sja ykkur.Hei nu get eg </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107149507423903714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107149507423903714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107149507423903714'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107132432765043348</id><published>2003-12-13T14:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-13T14:06:16.153Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bogg! Get ekki lagad núna.. reyni á morgun! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107132432765043348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107132432765043348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107132432765043348'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107132427542569789</id><published>2003-12-13T14:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-01T21:32:25.670Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tenerife og eitt vandraedalegasta augnablik lífsins..Tridjudagur, 9.12.03 Hola!Var vakin klukkan 03:45.. Korter í fjogur, um nott! Hélt ég myndi aela. Tad er hrikalegt ad vera vakin svona snemma og minn líkami er bara ekki byggdur í tad. Kom rétt nidur einu glasi af epladjús og svo var rokid af stad. Ef tad er eitthvad sem ég veit, og hélt ad allir vissu tá er tad ad tad virkar ekki ad múta </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107132427542569789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107132427542569789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107132427542569789'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107089653838517192</id><published>2003-12-08T15:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-08T15:16:40.296Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lilja Fýlupúki!Fann mig í ullarsokkunum frá afa í gaerkvöldi. Var eitthvad hálf kalt tegar ég lagdist upp í og var svo bara ekkert ad sofna. Ég bylti mér heillengi og hlustadi á tónlist en tad var bara ekkert ad virka. Loksins tók ég Big Night Out og las einhverjar 200 bls tar til ég vard loksins treytt. Ágaett ad taka smá skorpu tví nú er ég naestum búin med bókina og get farid ad snúa mér ad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107089653838517192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107089653838517192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107089653838517192'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107065011376660083</id><published>2003-12-05T18:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-05T18:49:14.153Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ho ho hoVá hvad madur er búinn ad vera yfirmáta hress í sídustu bloggum..(!) Ég held ég sé bara komin í pínu afneitun ad ég sé í alvöru ad fara koma heim innan skamms! Ég tyrfti sjálfsagt ad fara huga ad tví ad henda dótinu mínu í tösku tví ég fer á tridjudaginn og svo lídur ekki langt tar til ég fer aftur í flugvélina og tá heim. Jiminn, tetta er svadalegt! Hrikalega spennó!Annars er klukkan </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107065011376660083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107065011376660083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107065011376660083'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107045539722811547</id><published>2003-12-03T11:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2003-12-03T12:45:07.373Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NKJaeja, tá er madur búinn ad fara til Stokkhólms og til baka. Tetta var reyndar bara ágaet ferd. Hitti tessar líka yfirgengilega hressu leikskólakennara á karókíbarnum í skipinu sem heimtudu ad ég taeki 'Stop in the Name of Love' med teim. Ég hélt nú ekki en var komin á blad s.s.á. Tessi karókíbar var nottla bara djók frá upphafi til enda. Leikurinn hófst tegar kona á 70 aldri söng einhvern </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107045539722811547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107045539722811547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107045539722811547'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107015236719082503</id><published>2003-11-30T00:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-30T00:33:22.076Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ég er svo óendanlega stolt..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107015236719082503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107015236719082503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107015236719082503'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107015194904452156</id><published>2003-11-30T00:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-30T00:26:23.996Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ ÉG GAT TAD!!!!Ég hef svo oft heyrt fólk segja ad tad eru litlu sigrarnir sem skipta máli! Ég gaeti ekki verid meira sammála teim akkúrat núna! Vá, ég er bara komin med tár í augun! Ég bara trúi ekki ad ég hafi getad tetta! Ég af öllum! OG TAD ER TÁ SVONA EINFALLT EFTIR ALLT SAMAN!Og hvad eru mörg upphrópunarmerki í tví?Nú er ég farin ad sofa, sael í sigurvímu...Já ég veit, er komin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107015194904452156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107015194904452156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107015194904452156'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107015171360636662</id><published>2003-11-30T00:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-30T00:22:28.593Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tilraun..Eins og tetta á nú ad vera audvelt hefur tetta bara aldrei tekist hjá mér svo nú aetla ég ad gera lokatilraun. Tid megid alveg hlaegja ad mér, ég veit ad ég er alger nörd tegar kemur ad tölvum, en sumt getur madur bara ekki laert sjálfur tegar madur er ekki alltaf mjög tolinmódur.. sem ég er nú yfirleitt en samt. Vid Ragga vorum med eina sídu í sumar.. svosem ekkert merkilegt. Tetta er</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107015171360636662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107015171360636662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107015171360636662'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107015064115980208</id><published>2003-11-30T00:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-30T00:04:36.293Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kjötkraekja?Jaeja, ég held ad sumir hlutir eigi aldrei eftir ad breytast. Var ad tala vid bródir minn ádan sem minnti mig á tad ad ég er sko ekki alltaf örverpid í familíunni! En tad var svosem vitad;) Annars héldum vid party fyrir Tuomas hérna ádan. Hann á afmaeli á tridjudaginn svo tetta var svona surprise party. Heppnadist reyndar svakalega vel, blessadur grunadi ekki neitt. Vid földum okkur</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107015064115980208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107015064115980208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107015064115980208'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107005699584640524</id><published>2003-11-28T21:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-28T22:06:03.826Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorgleg gella..Vá hvad ég get stundum verid sad! Byrjadi á tessum sama hring sem ég fer alltaf; mbl, hotmail, pjasur o.s.frv. ef einhver veit um einhverjar skemmtilegar sídur endilega komid tví áleidis tví ég er alltaf í sama bölvada harkinu. Jaeja, svo var farid á hamstur (Árni hamstur er bródir hennar Ásu ballerínu). Sú sída leiddi mig svo inn á INT og tadan á april.is Tetta eru allt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107005699584640524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107005699584640524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107005699584640524'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107005552816116087</id><published>2003-11-28T21:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-28T21:43:05.856Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IdolHef ekki mikid ad gera í kvöld svo ég held bara áfram ad kjafta frá mér allt vit.Meira hvad Idol er gjörsamlega ad fara med landann.. og ekki bara heima, heldur ALLS stadar!Hérna í Finnlandi er tetta í fullum gangi og teir eru svoleis ad mergsjúga tetta efni. Tannig voru allnokkrir taettir bara úr áheyrnaprófunum tar sem teir t.d. völdu nokkra úr til ad fylgja gegnum allt ferlid. Svona </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107005552816116087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107005552816116087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107005552816116087'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-107004465082036603</id><published>2003-11-28T18:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2003-11-28T19:17:29.606Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kynngimögnud bókAldeilis madur var hress og med raenu í sídasta bloggi..eda svona, já! Ég fór í leikhús um kvöldid og skemmti mér vel. Var reyndar soldid sein á ferdinni og Elli var ad fríka úr stressi enda med midana. Tetta var tví ekki mjög tokkafull entrance tarna um daginn... kom á hardahlaupum og milli tess sem ég bardist vid ad ná andanum aftur hóstadi ég frá mér allt vit. Einstaklega </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/107004465082036603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107004465082036603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/107004465082036603'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106984651582578657</id><published>2003-11-26T11:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-26T11:35:47.153Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Flashback í StubbaselMín tók málin í sínar hendur í gaer. Tad er sko ekkert verkjapilluástand á mér frekar en fyrri daginn, ó nei! Tegar ég vaknadi í gaer saud ég hafragraut og tók lýsi, rétt eins og á Stubbaseli fordum daga! Svo fór ég í "kraftgöngu" (=fet) og hélt ég vaeri nú aldeilis ad vinna á kvefpestinni, ekki alveg. Var bara stífladari í morgun ef eitthvad er! Tad eru samt líka kostir vid</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106984651582578657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106984651582578657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106984651582578657'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106969719091740295</id><published>2003-11-24T17:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-24T18:07:00.780Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LasaríusNei, ég vidurkenni nú seint ad ég sé veik.. en ég skal alveg vidurkenna ad ég er búin ad vera frekar slöpp. Byrjadi í hálsbólgunni í gaer og var látinn éta sykurmola gegnblautan af einhverju munkamedali sem er hreinasti óbjódur. Vid skulum bara segja ad norsku hjartadroparnir eru nammi vid hlidina á tessu. Svo í gaer tegar ég lagdist í feld var mér svo hrikalega kalt ad ég var komin í </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106969719091740295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106969719091740295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106969719091740295'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106961288340548967</id><published>2003-11-23T18:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-23T18:41:51.810Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VestfjardavíkingurinnKalli?! Ég heiti ekki Kalli, ég heiti Gudmundur og er 24 24 over and out..ye!Var ad hlusta á Sólstrandagaejana med Jónu um daginn, hvad vard um tá? Hrikalega skemmtilegir textarnir teirra. En já, tad er nú ýmislegt búid ad drífa á dagana sídan sídast. Ég sá ad ég sleppti ad segja frá bumbulallanum í bátnum frá Tallinn. Var alveg ad gera mig graena. Ég stód í rödinni </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106961288340548967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106961288340548967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106961288340548967'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106928078967036600</id><published>2003-11-19T22:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-21T15:28:04.450Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bold and the beautifulHvernig í Ósköpunum tókst mér ad gera alla tessa texta tarna fyrir nedan bold?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106928078967036600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106928078967036600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106928078967036600'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106928054442391443</id><published>2003-11-19T21:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-19T22:22:49.280Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mj stutt yfirlit, er ad sofna..Ok ok.. tetta er í sídasta skipti sem ég tala um MORFÍS, er sjálf ad fá hálfgert óged eftir ad hafa lesid umsagnir um keppnina. Tetta reyndist vera enn ein stand-up keppnin tar sem lítid fór fyrir rökum hjá MH-ingum (sem er reyndar ordinn teirra stíll fyrir löngu og er greinilega ad virka) og meira um skítkast tar sem skotum var fleygt á pabba raedumanns og </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106928054442391443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106928054442391443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106928054442391443'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106882872149660325</id><published>2003-11-14T16:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-14T16:52:20.840Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Naga neglurJiminn, ég er bara farin ad fá nettan fidring í magann fyrir "krakkana" mína á Íslandi.. Verst ad missa af tessari keppni: /Vona bara ad tau standi sig vel. Sem tau gera áreidanlega! Ég aetti kannski ad haetta í tessu mömmufasi og fara hafa mig til fyrir party party.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106882872149660325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106882872149660325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106882872149660325'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106882012738120361</id><published>2003-11-14T14:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-14T14:29:06.966Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GúrkutídJaeja, tad eru komnir 2 dómarar fyrir keppnina í kvöld skilst mér. Bóas og Breki Logason. Ótrúlegt hvad tad getur verid mikid vesen ad semja um dómara!Annars kíkti ég í baeinn í morgun og sá hellings helling af vaenlegum jólagjöfum. Partí í kvöld hjá Juan!Er samasem merki milli Hafnafjardar og Harlem?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106882012738120361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106882012738120361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106882012738120361'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106875097169135853</id><published>2003-11-13T19:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-13T19:16:30.670Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORFÍSÁ morgun, föstudaginn 14. nóvember maetir lid Kvennaskólans í Reykjavík lidi MH í Uppsölum (gamla Verzló) kl 19 eda 20.. veit ekki alveg. Endilega kíkid og hvetjid rétta fólkid! Djö ad vera ekki med kommentakerfi svo einhver gaeti sagt mér hvernig tetta var (mail mail mail!) En umraeduefnid er: "Væri tímaflakk mögulegt ættum við að nýta okkur það?" Ég held tad svei mér tá! Fyrr maetti ég </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106875097169135853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106875097169135853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106875097169135853'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106874945362701067</id><published>2003-11-13T18:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-13T18:51:12.106Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nörri!Well this is just sad.. ég er svo hrikalegur tölvunörd ad ég get ekki einu sinni sett upp svona kommentakerfi! Er búin ad prófa tvaer týpur og tetta er bara ekki ad virka. Hvad er málid?Ef einhver getur komid med imbaupplýsingar um hvernig tetta er gert er sá hinn sami vinsamlegast bedin/nn um ad senda mér mail (liljan@rock.com) og faer 1000 kossa og knús ad launum tegar ég kem heim.. í</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106874945362701067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106874945362701067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106874945362701067'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106873942033319379</id><published>2003-11-13T16:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-14T13:41:15.340Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lilja í puttalandiFyndid ad ég skyldi hafa endad á mismunun á staerd tarna í gaer. Ég fór nefnilega í útgáfupartí í gaer og jiminn.. ef ég var ekki bara komin í puttaland. Tuomas er búin ad vera gera Manifesto, svona dagataladagbók sem kom út í gaer. Hún er mjög flott og fáanleg á adeins 10 evrur! En já, vid Arna tókum trammann og maettum í galvaskar í partíid. Ég get ekki lýst tví hvad ég var </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106873942033319379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106873942033319379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106873942033319379'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106873618555914596</id><published>2003-11-13T15:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-13T15:19:15.716Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Arna opnar kaffihús og Lilja stendur fyrir byggingu á nýju múmílandi á Íslandi…Bloggad í gaer, en vegna taeknilegra ördugleika (í tetta sinn tölvan, ekki ég.. víst!) kemur tetta núna.úff ég veit hreint ekki hvar ég á ad byrja. Um helgina fórum vid í partí til Buket og ég hef aldrei á aevinni lent í ödrum eins kraesingum í partíi! Bara hladbord, salat og bökur og ég veit ekki hvad og hvad! Svo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106873618555914596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106873618555914596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106873618555914596'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106823423282557293</id><published>2003-11-07T19:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-07T19:44:23.540Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Paragjafavitleysan..Mér finnst fátt eins 'saett' (og fyndid) ad sjá stelpur í verslunarleidangri med kaerastann sinn í eftirdragi.  Teir hökta á eftir og nenna greinilega alls ekki ad vera tarna. Tegar teir eru spurdir álits tá er allt frábaert og aedislegt: "Já, tetta er rosa flott. Keyptu tetta!" og hugsa med sér ad tetta sé kannski leidin út, láta hana kaupa eitthvad svo teir komist fyrr </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106823423282557293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106823423282557293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106823423282557293'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106806230982835825</id><published>2003-11-05T19:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-05T20:13:42.026Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grundartangi, austan 3. 5 millibara laegd..Jaeja.. tetta var aldeilis fín helgi. Ég dró Örnu Lísbeti med mér til Tallinn tar sem vid áttum yndislegan dag saman systurnar! Arna dró mig í frábaerar efnabúdir og ég hélt varla vatni yfir öllum aedisgengnu efnunum sem tar voru(!) Annars át ég líka gjörsamlega á mig gat..og keypti skó, loksins. Já, ég keypti tessa fínu skó. Ég var búin ad vera horfa </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106806230982835825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106806230982835825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106806230982835825'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106754043056519920</id><published>2003-10-30T18:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-30T19:07:04.306Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ObbobobbJá ég hlýt ad fá vidurkenningu fyrir ad vera mesti tölvunörd heimsins (og tad ekki á gódan hátt). Sjáid hvad gerist tegar mín reynir ad vera klár, jú jú; Error on page. Tad stendur comments en tad er ekki haegt ad gera comment. Já hlaegid bara, vid skulum sjá hver sídastur hlaer (verdur sennilega ekki ég, eeen hei!)Eins gott ad ég hef húmor fyrir sjálfri mér..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106754043056519920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106754043056519920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106754043056519920'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106753943684543644</id><published>2003-10-30T18:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-30T18:43:43.496Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kúkur á gólfinuTad er ekki til neitt sem heitir pempía í mér lengur (....og trátt fyrir tetta atvik í dag er vaemnin á undanhaldi). Ég turfti ad berjast vid Lilluna ádan um ad vera í bleiunni en hún hélt nú ekki, og hvad gerist? Jú tad naesta sem ég veit.. kúkur á badmottunni. Úff! Ég reddadi málunum og henti píunni í sturtu og svo inn í rúm. Svo tegar ég er ad setjast nidur til ad lesa og koma</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106753943684543644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106753943684543644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106753943684543644'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106752907591676589</id><published>2003-10-30T15:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-30T18:37:40.423Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...og brosi gegnum tárin!Lilja grenjar fyrir framan bekkinn sinn.. story continues below;Já, madur var seinn í skólann í dag eins og alla adra daga. Vid Johan gerdum tad ad persónulegu markmidi ad fara út kl 07:50 en vorum korteri á eftir áaetlun.. svo tók ég vitlausan tramma og turfti ad hlammast einhvern kílómeter í skólann. Kennarinn er reyndar alveg farinn ad umbera óstundvísi mína svo tad</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106752907591676589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106752907591676589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106752907591676589'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106742416457688272</id><published>2003-10-29T10:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-29T10:45:58.830Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HangmanTad er elgsvedur í dag.. smá toka yfir en samt hlýtt. Snjórinn er farin og jólaskapid tók smá dýfu nidur á vid í gaer tegar ég fattadi ad ég var búin ad eyda naestum öllum vasapeningnum mínum í jólagjafir. Já tad er audvelt ad gleyma sér í jólastússi svo ég aetla ad taka smá pásu á tví fram í nóvember. Annars er bara allt gott af manni ad frétta. Ég berst vid "málhelti" á hverjum degi en</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106742416457688272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106742416457688272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106742416457688272'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106710969073368869</id><published>2003-10-25T19:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-25T19:21:30.356Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good WivesDatt annars í Louisa May Alcott í dag og las Good Wives (og nei, tad er ekki sjálfhjálparbók..) Ferlega skemmtileg lesning bara. Hún var fyrst gefin út 1869 minnir mig og er ósköp lýsandi fyrir tídarandann tá. Ég lauk bókinni med ánaegjulegu andvarpi en myndi seint rádleggja strákum ad lesa hana.. tetta er  stelpubók.Annars er rafmagnid alltaf ad detta út. Tad er búid ad snjóa </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106710969073368869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106710969073368869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106710969073368869'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106710864454418356</id><published>2003-10-25T19:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-25T19:05:22.806Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ása ÁrnaVar ad hlusta á Michael Jackson í bílnum í gaerkveldi og var farin ad sakna Ásu medan ég góladi med Billie Jean. Ég fór heim og aefdi mig í Moonwalk frameftir öllu..mér tókst samt ekki betur upp en svo ad tad kemur enn út eins og krampakast á hjólaskautum..why? Beats me!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106710864454418356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106710864454418356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106710864454418356'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106701971677560912</id><published>2003-10-24T17:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-24T18:26:44.786Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ég dó og fór til himnaDagurínn í gaer var vaegast sagt, ekki minn dagur. Tad er svo fyndid (eda tannig) ad tegar madur heldur ad ástandid geti ekki versnad ad tá tekst tví alltaf á einhvern undraverdan hátt ad verda enn verra. Svona var dagurinn í gaer;Í fyrsta lagi byrjadi ég á "ömmunaerbuxnatíma" mánadarins, tegar lítid sem ekkert getur hlaupid í skapid á manni og sykurtörfin er ad drepa </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106701971677560912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106701971677560912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106701971677560912'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106684706960259498</id><published>2003-10-22T15:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-22T19:32:04.190Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Er búin ad feisa rosaleg tölvuvandamál og er ordin hrikalega málhölt..Jaeja.. ekkert verid bloggad í nokkurn tíma en tetta er svona.. tad virkar ekki alltaf allt sem á ad virka. Tad er komin midvikudagur, svakalegt hvad tíminn lídur hratt. Alveg hreint fáránlegt. En hér kemur smá yfirlit yfir sídustu daga. Sídasta föstudag var ég ein heima med krakkana. Ég kom teim í rúmid um 9 og fór sjálf upp</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106684706960259498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106684706960259498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106684706960259498'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106640583164174717</id><published>2003-10-17T15:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-17T15:51:42.230Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sló tá Halldór í bjöllu sína og maelti..Ákvad ad koma vid á mbl ádur en ég haetti og hvad var tar.. jú m.a. tetta;Davíð vísaði síðan í dóm Hæstaréttar frá í gær, þar sem segir: „Ekkert í þeim dómi veitir tilefni til þeirrar ályktunar að löggjafanum sé óheimilt að láta tekjur maka hafa áhrif á tekjutryggingu öryrkja til skerðingar." Sagði Davíð að Hæstiréttur hefði því sent fullyrðingar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106640583164174717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106640583164174717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106640583164174717'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106640422303797740</id><published>2003-10-17T15:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-17T15:23:42.936Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>úff hvad madur er annars ordinn steiktur..Er ad lesa bók eftir Michael Moore.. Mj athyglisverd. Kannski ég klári hana bara í kvöld.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106640422303797740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106640422303797740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106640422303797740'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106637967998285939</id><published>2003-10-17T08:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-17T15:21:18.376Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vel grillud svínTad er útlit fyrir ad vid eigum eftir ad borda svínakjöt naestu daga.. eda mánudi.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106637967998285939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106637967998285939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106637967998285939'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106637914912635736</id><published>2003-10-17T08:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-17T08:27:45.543Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Framed in BloodThe very blessed of the 69 eyesFrekar ógedslegur titill. Ég fór í plötubúd í gaer og stód tar í 3 korter med heyrnatól á hausnum. Tad var haegt ad velja um nokkra diska (oh.. hvad heitir tessi standur med geisladiskum sem madur getur hlustad á?) Fyrst hlustadi ég á Evanescence (hvernig sem tad var nú aftur skrifad) svo var ég eitthvad ad flippa í gegnum diskinn hennar B Knowles </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106637914912635736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106637914912635736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106637914912635736'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106623576930965880</id><published>2003-10-15T16:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-15T16:36:09.193Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>..faeddi hún tá son sinnFékk annsi skemmtilegt símtal í gaer frá litla kaerleiksblóminu mínu henni Rebekku Salóme. Hún hringdi til ad segja mér ad tad var komin lítill bródir. Hjartad mitt stökk af gledi og fuglarnir sungu. Tetta var reyndar soldid fyndid tví tegar síminn minn hringdi sat ég nidri í eldhúsi med afanum. Tad voru allir farnir frá bordinu nema ég..og hann, enda var ís á bodstólnum</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106623576930965880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106623576930965880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106623576930965880'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106611736180604150</id><published>2003-10-14T07:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-15T16:38:57.613Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GrottmannenFór í leikhús á föstudaginn og sá Hellisbúann. Mér tókst á einhvern undraverdan hátt ad missa af leikritinu/einleiknum heima svo tetta var fyrsta skipti fyrir mig. Ég hitti Olav á kaffihúsi fyrir sýninguna og fékk tar ad sjá leikskrána.. ég hló tegar ég sá fyrirsögnina: En tredjedel av Islands befolkning har sett den! Tad er jú satt.. tad fóru taeplega 100 tús manns á sýninguna heima</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106611736180604150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106611736180604150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106611736180604150'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106569247046183901</id><published>2003-10-09T09:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-09T09:43:05.413Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Liljan brynnir músumVar á röltinu um daginn ad leita mér ad einhverju klaedilegu fyrir brúdkaup sem ég fór í um helgina. Ég fann vitaskuld ekki neitt enda er tad margsannad ad madur finnur aldrei neitt tegar madur er ad leita sér ad einhverju heldur einmitt tegar madur á ekki pening og er ekki ad leita! Ég rakst (hmm skrýtid ord) hins vegar á skó sem mig langadi geggjad mikid í en er ekki alveg</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106569247046183901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106569247046183901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106569247046183901'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106510356554796056</id><published>2003-10-02T13:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-09T09:19:34.103Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lilja les ekki smáa letridÉg skrapp í Itäkeskus (mollid) um daginn med Lísbeti fraenku. Tar hreinlega féllum vid inn í eina búd sem er nýbúid ad opna og tar er allt alveg hraeódýrt (eitthvad fyrir nánösina mig sem er alltaf ad reyna ad spara tessa dagana..!) Tessi búd er ekkert ósvipud Tiger heima.  Vid röltum tarna um alveg í skýjunum yfir verdlaginu og sáum ad tad var meira ad segja verid ad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106510356554796056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106510356554796056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106510356554796056'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106467581151890919</id><published>2003-09-27T14:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-28T06:54:34.126Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FA FA FA FALUNG GOOOOOONG!Audur Ögmunds maetti á svaedid og Finnar mótmaeltuVid krakkarnir erum ein heima alla helgina. Ég setti tau í rúmid um 8 í gaer og lagdi mig inni hjá teim svo tau faeru ekki ad leika sér.. ég sofnadi. Vaknadi fyrir allar aldir, kl 7:30, og útbjó morgunverd. Myglud. Krakkarnir voru í banastudi svo ég ákvad ad fara med tau í gard nidur í bae og rölta adeins med tau í </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106467581151890919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106467581151890919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106467581151890919'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106464445868538115</id><published>2003-09-27T06:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-27T06:37:59.576Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MartrödFékk martröd í nótt.. dreymdi ad ég aetti ad giftast einhverjum gaur sem ég vildi ekki og var farin ad íhuga skilnad fyrir brúdkaupid! Svakalegt. Vaknadi upp med andköfum og turfti ad labba um herbergid mitt til ad hrista hann af mér..jiminn. Draumurinn var soldid lengri og töluvert meira af smáatridum (sem ég hlífi ykkur vid hérna) sem gerdu hann enntá verri.. tetta er styttri útgáfan!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106464445868538115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106464445868538115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106464445868538115'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106439744914852741</id><published>2003-09-24T09:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2003-09-24T10:06:40.266Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love my boyfriendJaeja tetta var aldeilis hress helgi. Áslaug vinkona hennar Örnu var gaesud med pompi og prakt. Tad var sprellad med hana og fékk hún m.a. ad rúlla sér nidur brekkur í risa sundbolta.. ég missti reyndar af tví en hva! Ég hitti taer tegar taer voru búnar ad sprella og fór med teim í eldgamla sauna (AEDI! fékk samt ekkert saunuskírteini, hnuss). Tetta var alveg risastór sauna </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106439744914852741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106439744914852741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106439744914852741'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106404643495911386</id><published>2003-09-20T08:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-20T08:27:14.733Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nafnid mittUm daginn var ég bedin um ad stafa allt nafnid mitt í finnsku og ég bara.. ö ég er eiginlega med trjú nöfn. Á ég ad stafa tad allt? Og kennarinn bara já! Svo ég byrja:L-I-L-J-A T-H-O-R-U-N-N.. no there's more! (Hérna var fólk farid ad hlaeja) T-H-O-R-G-E-I-R-S-D-O-T-T-I-R (Hér nádi tad ekki andanum)Alltaf gledilegt ad sjá hvad nafnid mitt er fyrir sumum óborganlegt.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106404643495911386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106404643495911386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106404643495911386'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106404575463418720</id><published>2003-09-20T07:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-20T08:16:26.353Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Elgir bakka ekkiKomin tími til ad blogga held ég.. Sídustu helgi fór ég med húsfrúnni í frúarferd til Mathildedal. Bara vid tvaer, engir kallar og engin börn, semsagt mjög róleg ferd. Vid keyrdum uppeftir á laugardeginum tegar frúin (sko hin ekki ég) var búin í tökum og spjölludum mikid á leidinni. Vid komumst ad tví ad vid eigum bara annsi margt sameiginlegt svo vid vorum lausar vid allar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106404575463418720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106404575463418720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106404575463418720'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106338897606602828</id><published>2003-09-12T17:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-12T17:56:41.350Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vont Corn flakes og High FidelityVar komin med rosalegar kenningar um Corn flakes og Cheerios en tad datt út. Bammör!Tad er samt fyndid hvernig fólk skiptist alltaf í fylkingar eins og t.d. Corn flakes og Cheerios. Fyrir mér er tad allt annad ad taka Cheerios fram yfir Corn flakes...Eda var tad einu sinni a.m.k. Núna flakka ég soldid á milli. Tegar ég var yngri var tetta staersti hluturinn </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106338897606602828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106338897606602828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106338897606602828'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106327773195558254</id><published>2003-09-11T10:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-11T10:55:31.830Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SorgardagurVá hvad tetta er samt sorglegur dagur. Í dag eru tvö ár sídan tvíburaturnarnir féllu og svo dó blessadur utanríkisrádherra Svítjódar í nótt. Agalegt. (Verd samt ad vidurkenna ad ég vard nokkud stolt ad skilja svona mikid ádan.. var nefnilega ad hlusta á týskar fréttir í útvarpinu tar sem greint var frá dauda hennar og ég skildi tad, vei.. tad er samt ekki vid haefi ad fagna vid </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106327773195558254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106327773195558254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106327773195558254'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106327579019132450</id><published>2003-09-11T09:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-11T10:23:10.186Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lítil saga af Strikinu..Ég er fyrst núna ad komast inn á bloggid mitt sídan sídast og tad hefur nú ýmislegt gerst í millitídinni. Greinin kom t.d. út og ég var ekki mjög glöd ad sjá tad, fletti trisvar sinnum fram hjá henni tví ég var ad leita ad bakgrunninum sem hafdi verid valinn. Fann hana svo í efnisyfirlitinu og vard naestum brjál. Tad var búid ad setja FLENNIstóra mynd yfir alla </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106327579019132450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106327579019132450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106327579019132450'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106167073923964458</id><published>2003-08-23T20:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-20T08:23:33.830Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Afbrigðilegur unglingurÉg er búin að komast að því að ég er afbrigðilegur unglingur..það eru allir á leið á djammið í kvöld og ég bara nenni alls ekki að fara! Hvað er að mér?Soldið merkilegt..Jæja nú er ég loksins búin að skila frá mér greininni. Þetta var nú ekki það besta sem ég hef skrifað en.. ekki eins og ég sé einhver rithöfundur. Æi ég er bara frekar fegin að vera búin að þessu þó </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106167073923964458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106167073923964458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106167073923964458'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106124269607659252</id><published>2003-08-18T21:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-08-18T21:38:16.210Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OH my gosh! Idolið mitt á afmæli í dag og er orðinn 49 ára gamall!Þetta er að sjálfsögðu  Patrick Swayze  eða öðru nafni Johnny.. As in; ,,Nobody pushes my baby in the corner"-Johnny Djííís!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106124269607659252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106124269607659252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106124269607659252'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106124183278880730</id><published>2003-08-18T21:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-08-23T20:36:43.386Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jæja það var haldið hlussumatarboð í gær. Ég skundaði í Hagkaup til að versla í rauðrófupottrétt sem átti að vera á boðstólnum meðan Raggan fór í þynnkugöngu. Ég spikaðist um allt en fann engar rauðrófur, hringdi því í Röggu sem skipaði mér í Nóatún. Þangað fór ég og fann alls ENGAR rauðrófur. Ég hélt að ég væri bara eitthvað blind og króaði einhverja stelpu af sem horfði á mig eins og þúsund </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106124183278880730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106124183278880730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106124183278880730'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106094528685245912</id><published>2003-08-15T11:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-08-15T11:05:49.863Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lofar góðu...Þessi dagur lofar asskoti góðum hlutum. Það er vespa á bak við gardínuna fyrir ofan mig og ég er að éta hrökkbrauð og ab-mjólk.. Var meira að segja að skvetta á allan vegginn áðan þegar ég ætlaði að loka fernunni.. af hverju eru þessar fernur ekki hannaðar þannig að það skvettist ekki út um allt þegar maður reynir að loka þeim?Oh ég bíð bara eftir kvikyndinu sem mun að öllum </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106094528685245912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106094528685245912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106094528685245912'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106056278397085465</id><published>2003-08-11T00:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-08-11T00:46:23.990Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gleðifréttir.. greinin er loksins að byrja skrifa sig sjálf. Að vísu smá hökt í gangi en lofar ágætis árangri.Hvað er annars Colin Firth eggjandi gaur?! fjú...!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106056278397085465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106056278397085465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106056278397085465'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-106054117578189700</id><published>2003-08-10T18:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-08-10T18:46:15.826Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Talandi um að vera utan við sig..Ég fékk að skjótast í "lagningu" um daginn. Ég stökk upp í prinsinn og ók af stað. Á leiðinni fór ég að hugsa heil ósköp..bara þetta venjulega hneyksl; "Úff en hræðilegur litur á bíl..hvað fær fólk til að kaupa sér svona bíl?! OJ!" Ekki leið á löngu þar til ég kom að umferðarljósum og byrja eitthvað; "já svei mér þá, var ég ekki hér með Ásu um daginn þegar við </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/106054117578189700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106054117578189700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/106054117578189700'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-105959873251522944</id><published>2003-07-30T20:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-30T20:58:52.363Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Álafoss ævintýriðFyrir ekki löngu síðan renndi ég upp í Mosfellsbæ með systur mína, hana Emily. Hún var á því að prjóna sér lopapeysu áður en hún sneri aftur til USA. Með í för var Nathalie vinkona hennar. Ég sá fram á langan biðtíma og spekúleringar um hvernig peysu átti að prjóna og svona svo ég andaði djúpt áður en ég labbaði inn. Þær a.á.m. hlupu.. Ég drattaðist inn og fannst ég ekki alveg</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/105959873251522944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/105959873251522944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/105959873251522944'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-105949723201050724</id><published>2003-07-29T16:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-29T16:53:07.540Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hjólaferð í Borgarnes..(!)Ætlaði að skrifa nokkur orð um hjólaferðina í Borgarnes sem ég og Raggan lögðum upp í um helgina...eeen hún orðaði þetta svo vel að ég held ég láti henni eftir orðið..Ragga skrifar:Ég og Lilja Þórunn fórum í sækó hjólaferð um helgina. Sjitt sko. Við vorum rosa tjillaðar á þessu alveg með hugsunarháttinn "etta reddast mar" í botn. Lilja skrapp í afmæli á </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/105949723201050724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/105949723201050724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/105949723201050724'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-105864709271504258</id><published>2003-07-19T20:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-29T16:39:53.403Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DJÖFUS BÖGG!Er komin í geggjað klúður.. Það kemur svo sem ekki á óvart að MORFÍSnörrinn ég hafi verið beðin um að skrifa grein um þetta misskilda listform í blað sem kemur út í ágúst. Ég viðurkenni alveg fúslega að ég er nörd þegar kemur að MORFÍS og finnst æði að fara á keppnir en það eru nú margar hliðar á öllum málum. Ég tók t.d. mjög snemma eftir því að þetta væri frábær staður til að finna</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/105864709271504258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/105864709271504258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/105864709271504258'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-105839850887873984</id><published>2003-07-16T23:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-19T20:21:26.923Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Úff var gjörsamlega að eipa í vinnunni í dag. Það getur verið soldið depressing að sitja fyrir framan tölvu í marga klukkutíma á eina sumardegi Íslands. Ég var alveg að spila út undir lok vinnudags, var farin að dansa fyrir Ásu við Madonnu meðan Ása greyið reyndi að einbeita sér að símanum.. ekki mjög þægilegt það! Annars er Ása farin að plotta einhverja svaka datingservice fyrir mig held ég. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/105839850887873984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/105839850887873984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/105839850887873984'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-105829224564742124</id><published>2003-07-15T18:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-15T18:05:54.286Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jæja þá á aldeilis að fara taka lífsstílinn í gegn. Hef lokið matarnámskeiði með Röggu (gerðum m.a. guðdómlegan rauðrófurétt og yndislegt tófúbuff!) Svo erum við Elín farnar að pumpa..gef því 2 vikur. Annars verður maður að fara hafa sig til since I'll be having coffee with an English gentleman on Thursday! Það verður eitthvað skrautlegt.. en við skulum sjá hvernig fer.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/105829224564742124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/105829224564742124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/105829224564742124'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-105813871851661505</id><published>2003-07-13T23:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-19T20:25:13.880Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Þetta endaði bara í ágætis helgi eftir allt saman. Fór á Grand Rokk á föstudaginn og barði hljómsveitina Ókind augum.. Óli Frímans ísbúðadrengur og góður vinur Elínar og Röggu er trommarinn í bandinu svo við fjölmenntum og fögnuðum þeim gífurlega. Ragga hélt okkur reyndar í þeirri trú að þeir ættu að byrja spila klukkan 23:00 svo við vorum á handahlaupum hjá Elínu. Stelpurnar (Elín og Krumma) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/105813871851661505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/105813871851661505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/105813871851661505'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-105794263867564657</id><published>2003-07-11T16:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-11T16:57:18.703Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Loksins, loksins! Held að mér hafi tekist að laga þetta bull sem var allsráðandi hérna áðan. Spurning hvort ég skemmi það núna. ..verðum bara að taka sénsinn og athuga hvort þetta fokkist upp eða ekki. ...úú en spennó!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/105794263867564657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/105794263867564657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/105794263867564657'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565638.post-105792461853559087</id><published>2003-07-11T11:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-11T11:56:58.430Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jæja, spurning hvort þetta gangi í þetta sinn.. hef reyndar ekki mikla trú á því. Verð víst að viðurkenna að ég er algjör nördi þegar kemur að tölvum. Ekki skrítið að Markús skuli gera endalaust grín að mér. -&gt;Það eru ekki allir útskrifaðir tölvunarfræðingar eins og þú, bróðir minn Brútus!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liljan.blogspot.com/feeds/105792461853559087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/105792461853559087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5565638/posts/default/105792461853559087'/><author><name>Liljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562300695508032560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
