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	<title><![CDATA[Ágústa]]></title>
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		<title><![CDATA[Nýtt blogg!!!]]></title>
		<link>http://augusta.bloggar.is/blogg/393549/Nytt_blogg</link>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3" color="#ff0000"><strong>Er a&eth; f&aelig;ra mig yfir &aacute; blogspot.com<br /><br />&AElig;tla allavega a&eth; pr&oacute;fa &thorn;a&eth;.<br /><br />Sl&oacute;&eth;: <a href="http://agustag.blogspot.com/">http://agustag.blogspot.com/</a></strong></font></p>]]></description>
		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Sep 2008 16:46:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Þórhildur Nótt]]></title>
		<link>http://augusta.bloggar.is/blogg/384791/Thorhildur_Nott</link>
		<description><![CDATA[<font size="3" color="#ff0000">&Iacute; j&uacute;n&iacute; s&iacute;&eth;astli&eth;num greindist &THORN;&oacute;rhildur N&oacute;tt M&yacute;rdal, d&oacute;ttir Steinunnar Bjargar Gunnarsd&oacute;ttur og J&oacute;ns Gunnars M&yacute;rdal me&eth; sj&uacute;kd&oacute;m er kallast Spinal Muscular Atrophy e&eth;a SMA (vista) til eru 4 flokkar af &thorn;essum sj&uacute;kd&oacute;m og er &THORN;&oacute;rhildur me&eth; flokk 1 sem er jafnframt s&aacute; h&aelig;ttulegasti.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; H&uacute;n &thorn;arf &aacute; b&aelig;&eth;i lyfjagj&ouml;f og s&eacute;rfr&aelig;&eth;i&thorn;j&oacute;nustu a&eth; halda svo ekki s&eacute; minnst &aacute; t&aelig;kjab&uacute;na&eth;.&nbsp; &THORN;etta kostar allt peninga og mikla um&ouml;nnun beggja foreldra sem munu v&aelig;ntanlega &thorn;urfa a&eth; vera t&ouml;luvert fr&aacute; vinnu.<br />&nbsp; Viljum vi&eth; &thorn;v&iacute; bi&eth;ja alla sem eru afl&ouml;guf&aelig;rir a&eth; styrkja hana og fj&ouml;lskyldu hennar me&eth; frj&aacute;lsum fj&aacute;rframl&ouml;gum.<br />&nbsp; S&ouml;fnunarreikningur &THORN;&oacute;rhildar er:&nbsp; 1118-05-250052 kt: 120856-7589<br />&nbsp; Munum svo a&eth; margt sm&aacute;tt gerir eitt st&oacute;rt.</font><p><font size="3" color="#ff0000">Vilji&eth; &thorn;i&eth; vera svo v&aelig;n a&eth; copy/paste &thorn;ennan texta yfir &aacute; ykkar bloggs&iacute;&eth;u svo a&eth; &thorn;etta berist sem flestum.</font></p><p><font size="3" color="#ff0000">Frekari uppl&yacute;singar um sj&uacute;kd&oacute;minn:&nbsp; <a href="http://www.fsma.ci.is/">http://www.fsma.ci.is/</a></font></p>]]></description>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 23:57:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Búin að bóka!]]></title>
		<link>http://augusta.bloggar.is/blogg/367023/Buin_ad_boka</link>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><font size="2" color="#0000ff">J&aelig;ja vi&eth; erum loksins b&uacute;in a&eth; b&oacute;ka flugmi&eth;ana heim.<br />Binni og str&aacute;karnir koma 23. j&uacute;n&iacute; og &eacute;g kem 24 j&uacute;l&iacute; og vi&eth; f&ouml;rum &ouml;ll saman heim 12. &aacute;g&uacute;st.<br />&Eacute;g n&aacute;&eth;i a&eth; teygja mitt fr&iacute; &iacute; 3 vikur, h&eacute;lt &eacute;g n&aelig;&eth;i bara 2 vikum! <br />Str&aacute;karnir hlakka miki&eth; til og vi&eth; b&uacute;in a&eth; skrifa daginn inn&aacute; dagatali&eth; <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-smile.gif" border="0" alt="Brosandi" title="Brosandi" width="18" height="18" />.<br />Str&aacute;karnir eru stundum a&eth; rifja upp skemmtilegar minningar fr&aacute; &Iacute;slandi og &thorn;&aacute; finnur ma&eth;ur alveg fyrir heim&thorn;r&aacute;nni &iacute; &thorn;eim, &thorn;&oacute; &thorn;eir s&eacute;u alls ekki gr&aacute;tandi yfir &thorn;essu.<br />Um daginn var &eacute;g a&eth; skera &iacute; pylsu fyrir &thorn;&aacute; og ger&eth;i alveg eins og afi &thorn;eirra, setti remola&eth;i og t&oacute;mats&oacute;su &iacute; pylsuna og &thorn;&aacute; koma fr&aacute; J&oacute;hann Inga:&quot; &Eacute;g sakna svo &ouml;mmu og afa&quot;.<br /><br />Ooo... &thorn;a&eth; ver&eth;ur svo gaman &iacute; sumar <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-cool.gif" border="0" alt="Svalur" title="Svalur" width="18" height="18" />.<br /><br />&Eacute;g ver&eth; s&iacute;&eth;an EIN heima &iacute; heilan m&aacute;nu&eth;... hva&eth; &iacute; &oacute;sk&ouml;punum &aacute; &eacute;g eiginlega a&eth; gera af m&eacute;r??<br />&THORN;etta ver&eth;ur &ouml;rugglega sm&aacute; sport fyrsta og svo kannski annan daginn en svo ver&eth;ur &thorn;etta &ouml;rugglega or&eth;i&eth; lonly.<br /><br />&Aacute; s&iacute;&eth;asta fimmtudag &aacute;kva&eth; &eacute;g a&eth; fara fyrr heim &uacute;r vinnunni og &eacute;g og &Aacute;sbj&ouml;rn f&oacute;rum &iacute; leiksk&oacute;lann hans J&oacute;hann Inga &thorn;v&iacute; &thorn;ar var vinnudagur.<br />Foreldrar komu saman og hj&aacute;lpu&eth;ust a&eth; vi&eth; a&eth; sansa gar&eth;inn, skiptum um sp&yacute;tur sem liggja me&eth;fram &ouml;llum trj&aacute;runnum, s&oacute;pa&eth;, eitthva&eth; moka&eth; upp og kofi rifinn ni&eth;ur. Allir fengu &iacute;s til a&eth; k&aelig;la sig ni&eth;ur og svo voru pylsur fyrir alla, dj&uacute;s fyrir krakkana og &ouml;llari fyrir &thorn;&aacute; eldri. M&eacute;r finnst &thorn;etta frekar fyndi&eth;, a&eth; drekka bj&oacute;r &iacute; leiksk&oacute;la, en svona er &thorn;etta v&iacute;st h&eacute;r &iacute; Dk.<br /><br />Vi&eth; f&oacute;rum svo &iacute; tv&ouml;falt barnaafm&aelig;li &aacute; laugardaginn &iacute; Katrinelund. Ve&eth;ri&eth; var &aelig;&eth;islegt og m&eacute;r t&oacute;kst a&eth; brenna... en f&eacute;kk samt engan lit .. like always <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-undecided.gif" border="0" alt="&Oacute;&aacute;kve&eth;inn" title="&Oacute;&aacute;kve&eth;inn" width="18" height="18" />.<br /><br />Svo f&oacute;r &eacute;g heim og &thorn;reif ALLT... fj&uacute;ff &thorn;v&iacute;l&iacute;kur l&eacute;ttir <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-smile.gif" border="0" alt="Brosandi" title="Brosandi" width="18" height="18" />.<br /><br />Um kv&ouml;ldi&eth; var m&eacute;r s&iacute;&eth;an bo&eth;i&eth; &iacute; mat og Eurovisionpart&yacute; til Hj&ouml;rd&iacute;sar og Ingvars.<br />Binni &aacute;kva&eth; a&eth; vera heima og nota helgina &iacute; l&aelig;rd&oacute;m. En hann og str&aacute;karnir k&iacute;ktu samt yfir til Sighvats og Eddu fengu &thorn;ar d&yacute;rindis grilla&eth;a pizzu <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-tongue-out.gif" border="0" alt="Ullandi" title="Ullandi" width="18" height="18" />.<br />Vi&eth; Hj&ouml;rd&iacute;s k&iacute;ktum svo a&eth;eins &uacute;t&aacute; l&iacute;fi&eth; og viti menn &eacute;g var komin heim fyrir kl. 7 <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-wink.gif" border="0" alt="Glottandi" title="Glottandi" width="18" height="18" />, &eacute;g var meira a&eth; segja komin kl. 3 &thorn;a&eth; var vo&eth;a r&oacute;legt &iacute; b&aelig;num og vi&eth; k&iacute;ktum bara &aacute; einn sta&eth; en &thorn;a&eth; var samt mj&ouml;g gaman hj&aacute; okkur.<br /><br />&Aacute; sunnudaginn hj&oacute;lu&eth;u &eacute;g og str&aacute;karnir &iacute; heims&oacute;kn til H&ouml;rpu, Hrannars og Elsu. &THORN;a&eth; var vo&eth;a fj&ouml;r, &thorn;au l&eacute;ku s&eacute;r inni og &uacute;ti og vo&eth;a gaman. <br /><br />&THORN;a&eth; eru miklar speguleringar hj&aacute; &Aacute;sbirni &thorn;essa dagana um sk&oacute;garl&uacute;s!<br />&THORN;egar ind&iacute;&aacute;navikan var &iacute; sk&oacute;lanum hj&aacute; honum voru &thorn;au &uacute;ti sk&oacute;gi alla daga og &thorn;egar hann kom heim eftir sk&oacute;la var hann t&eacute;kka&eth;ur &iacute; bak og fyrir af sk&oacute;garl&uacute;s. <br />Sk&oacute;garl&uacute;s sest &aacute; l&iacute;kamann, helst &aacute; sta&eth;i eins og bak vi&eth; eyru, bak vi&eth; hn&eacute;skelina, n&aacute;ra o.&thorn;.h. hef &eacute;g heyrt og &thorn;ar stingur h&uacute;n s&eacute;r inn og s&iacute;gur bl&oacute;&eth; og belgist &uacute;t eftir &thorn;v&iacute; hva&eth; h&uacute;n n&aelig;r miklu bl&oacute;&eth;i. Og ma&eth;ur ver&eth;ur a&eth; passa a&eth; taka hana varlega &uacute;t me&eth; s&eacute;rstakri t&ouml;ng svo h&uacute;n kremjist ekki e&eth;a brotni ekki me&eth; halann inn&iacute; h&uacute;&eth;inni &thorn;v&iacute; &thorn;&aacute; getur komi&eth; smit sem lei&eth;ir til l&ouml;munar. En allavega... &thorn;&aacute; &aacute;kva&eth; &eacute;g a&eth; &quot;hr&aelig;&eth;a&quot;/ e&eth;a bara segja&nbsp;&Aacute;sbirnir r&eacute;tt fr&aacute; &thorn;essu&nbsp;svo hann f&aelig;ri ekki a&eth; kroppa &iacute; &thorn;etta ef hann fengi svona. Sag&eth;i honum a&eth; leita til einhvers fullor&eth;ins ef hann fyndi eitthva&eth;. Og n&uacute; eru hann og vinir hans &thorn;v&iacute;l&iacute;kt a&eth; velta s&eacute;r upp&uacute;r &thorn;essu - sem er bara gott, a&eth; &eacute;g held!<br />&Eacute;g veit ekki hvernig &thorn;essi vera l&iacute;tur &uacute;t og hef bara heyrt um hana, en allur er varinn g&oacute;&eth;ur <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-smile.gif" border="0" alt="Brosandi" title="Brosandi" width="18" height="18" />.<br /><br />J&aelig;ja best a&eth; h&aelig;tta n&uacute;na. &Eacute;g er b&uacute;in a&eth; vera svo lengi a&eth; skrifa &thorn;etta og vona &thorn;v&iacute; a&eth; f&aelig;rslan &thorn;urrkist ekki &uacute;t!</font></p>]]></description>
		<pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2008 19:18:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Slæmur ávani.]]></title>
		<link>http://augusta.bloggar.is/blogg/364656/Slaemur_avani</link>
		<description><![CDATA[<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Calibri" size="3">&Eacute;g var a&eth; lesa bla&eth;agrein um daginn &thorn;ar sem lesandi skrifa&eth;i til r&aacute;&eth;gjafa.</font></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Calibri" size="3">H&uacute;n var a&eth; bi&eth;ja um r&aacute;&eth; var&eth;andi k&aelig;rasta s&iacute;ns. Eftir a&eth; &thorn;au f&oacute;ru a&eth; b&uacute;a saman komst h&uacute;n a&eth; &thorn;v&iacute; a&eth; hann gengi me&eth; bleiu <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-surprised.gif" border="0" alt="Hissa" title="Hissa" width="18" height="18" />. Hann sag&eth;i &aacute;st&aelig;&eth;una fyrir bleiu notkuninni vera a&eth; hann f&eacute;kk svo litla um&ouml;nnun &iacute; &aelig;sku og &thorn;etta veitti honum &ouml;ryggiskennd. H&uacute;n banna&eth;i honum a&eth; ganga me&eth; bleiu &thorn;egar h&uacute;n s&aacute; til og er b&uacute;in a&eth; l&iacute;ta framhj&aacute; &thorn;essu &iacute; einhvern t&iacute;ma &thorn;v&iacute; h&uacute;n elska&eth;i hann svo miki&eth;. Svo f&oacute;r h&uacute;n a&eth; hugsa til framt&iacute;&eth;ar... t.d. &thorn;egar &thorn;au myndu eignast b&ouml;rn. Hvernig fyrirmynd yr&eth;i pabbinn b&ouml;rnunum<span>&nbsp; </span>&thorn;egar hann notar sj&aacute;lfur bleiur.</font></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Greinin enda&eth;i &thorn;annig a&eth; henni var r&aacute;&eth;lagt a&eth; fara fr&aacute; honum ef hann myndi ekki h&aelig;tta &aacute; bleiu.</font></p><font face="Calibri" size="3">&nbsp;</font> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Calibri" size="3">En p&aelig;li&eth;i &iacute; &thorn;v&iacute;, a&eth; hitta kannski rosa flottan g&aelig;ja <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-cool.gif" border="0" alt="Svalur" title="Svalur" width="18" height="18" />&nbsp;og komast svo a&eth; &thorn;v&iacute; a&eth; hann gengi me&eth; bleiu, BWAHAHAHAHA...... <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-smile.gif" border="0" alt="Brosandi" title="Brosandi" width="18" height="18" /></font></p><font face="Calibri" size="3">&nbsp;</font> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Calibri" size="3">&THORN;a&eth; hafa svo sem allir einhverja sl&aelig;ma &aacute;vana.</font></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><font face="Calibri" size="3">&Eacute;g &aacute; allavega nokkra. Og s&aacute; versti eins og er, er a&eth; &eacute;g get ekki haldi&eth; m&eacute;r vakandi &iacute; str&aelig;t&oacute;!!!</font></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><font face="Calibri" size="3">&THORN;etta er or&eth;i&eth; eiginlega alveg ferlegt &thorn;v&iacute; &eacute;g sef fastar og fastar me&eth; hverri fer&eth;. Venjulega vakna &eacute;g vi&eth; hvert stopp og reisi mig vi&eth; me&eth;an f&oacute;lki&eth; gengur inn og svo er &eacute;g alltaf v&ouml;knu&eth; &aacute;&eth;ur en keyrt er inn&iacute; AAbenraa. En &iacute; g&aelig;rmorgun vakna&eth;i &eacute;g r&eacute;tt hj&aacute; r&uacute;tust&ouml;&eth;inni og str&aelig;t&oacute; fullur af n&yacute;ju f&oacute;lki. Svo sef &eacute;g sitjandi me&eth; hangandi haus og &thorn;egar &eacute;g vakna er slefi&eth; vi&eth; &thorn;a&eth; a&eth; leka &uacute;t <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-embarassed.gif" border="0" alt="Sk&ouml;mmustulegur" title="Sk&ouml;mmustulegur" width="18" height="18" />&nbsp;&ndash; N&AElig;S.</font></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><font face="Calibri" size="3">&Aacute; heimlei&eth;inni &iacute; dag &thorn;urfti &eacute;g virkilega a&eth; hafa fyrir &thorn;v&iacute; a&eth; halda m&eacute;r vakandi og &thorn;a&eth; t&oacute;kst.</font></p><font face="Calibri" size="3">&nbsp;</font> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Annars er bara allt f&iacute;nt a&eth; fr&eacute;tta...</font></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><font face="Calibri" size="3">&THORN;a&eth; hefur k&oacute;lna&eth; svol&iacute;ti&eth; &iacute; ve&eth;ri.</font></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Str&aacute;karnir eru bara hressir. </font></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><font face="Calibri" size="3">&THORN;a&eth; er ind&iacute;&aacute;na vika &iacute; sk&oacute;lanum hj&aacute; &Aacute;sbirni og hann fer &iacute; sk&oacute;ginn &aacute; hverjum degi &iacute; ind&iacute;&aacute;nab&uacute;ning og m&aacute;la&eth;ur &iacute; framan, &thorn;ar er fari&eth; &iacute; allskonar leiki og vo&eth;a gaman.</font></p><font face="Calibri" size="3">&nbsp;</font> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><font face="Calibri"><font size="4"><font color="#ff0000"><div align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font size="4"><strong><font color="#ff0000">Fullt af n&yacute;jum myndum &iacute; myndaalb&uacute;mi.<br /></font><br /></strong><br /></font></font></div></font></font></font></p><font face="Calibri" size="3"><div align="left"></div><div align="center"></div>&nbsp;</font><font face="Calibri" size="3">&nbsp;</font><font face="Calibri" size="3">&nbsp;</font><font face="Calibri" size="3">&nbsp;</font><font face="Calibri" size="3">&nbsp;</font><font face="Calibri" size="3">&nbsp;</font><font face="Calibri" size="3">&nbsp;</font>]]></description>
		<pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 18:49:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Kannski kominn tími á smá blogg!]]></title>
		<link>http://augusta.bloggar.is/blogg/363763/Kannski_kominn_timi_a_sma_blogg</link>
		<description><![CDATA[<font size="2" color="#333399">&THORN;a&eth; er b&uacute;i&eth; a&eth; vera n&oacute;g a&eth; gera hj&aacute; okkur a&eth; undanf&ouml;rnu.<br /><br />&Aacute; s&iacute;&eth;asta laugardag komu J&oacute;na Bj&ouml;rk og fj&ouml;lskylda &iacute; heims&oacute;kn og gistu eina n&oacute;tt. &THORN;a&eth; var mj&ouml;g gaman og krakkarnir n&aacute;&eth;u svo vel saman. &THORN;egar &thorn;au f&oacute;ru aftur var strax fari&eth; a&eth; rukka um n&aelig;stu heims&oacute;kn <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-smile.gif" border="0" alt="Brosandi" title="Brosandi" width="18" height="18" />.<br />Takk fyrir heims&oacute;knina <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-laughing.gif" border="0" alt="Hl&amp;aelig;jandi" title="Hl&amp;aelig;jandi" width="18" height="18" />.<br /><br />&Aacute; sunnudeginum skellti &eacute;g m&eacute;r &iacute; Go Kart me&eth; &Iacute;sl. f&eacute;laginu. Hehemmm....<br />&Eacute;g held &thorn;a&eth; s&eacute; n&oacute;g a&eth; l&yacute;sa &thorn;v&iacute; hvernig m&eacute;r gekk me&eth; &thorn;v&iacute; a&eth; segja:<br />Ef &thorn;etta hef&eth;i veri&eth; traktorakeppni &thorn;&aacute; hef&eth;i &eacute;g KANNSKI komist &iacute; &uacute;rslit <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-embarassed.gif" border="0" alt="Sk&ouml;mmustulegur" title="Sk&ouml;mmustulegur" width="18" height="18" />... en &thorn;etta var samt mj&ouml;g gaman... nei, nei &eacute;g er ekkert taps&aacute;r... gengur bara betur n&aelig;st <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-cool.gif" border="0" alt="Svalur" title="Svalur" width="18" height="18" />.<br />&Aacute; sunnudagskv&ouml;ldi&eth; komu L&iacute;sa systir hans Binna og fj&ouml;lskylda &iacute; heims&oacute;kn. Vi&eth; vorum a&eth; reyna a&eth; rifja upp hven&aelig;r vi&eth; hittumst s&iacute;&eth;ast og &thorn;a&eth; eru &ouml;rugglega komin ca. 3 &aacute;r, en &thorn;au b&uacute;a &iacute; Noregi.<br />&Aacute; m&aacute;nudeginum f&oacute;rum vi&eth; &ouml;ll saman &iacute; Legoland og Elsa og Svanur l&iacute;ka. &THORN;a&eth; er n&uacute; alltaf gaman a&eth; koma &thorn;anga&eth; <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-smile.gif" border="0" alt="Brosandi" title="Brosandi" width="18" height="18" />. &THORN;a&eth; er komi&eth; sj&oacute;r&aelig;ningjaland &thorn;ar l&iacute;ka og vi&eth; f&oacute;rum &uacute;t&aacute; b&aacute;t og sigldum einhverja lei&eth; og &aacute;horfendur g&aacute;tu sprauta&eth; &aacute; okkur vatni og vi&eth; &aacute; &thorn;&aacute;, EN &aacute;horfendur sprautu&eth;u ni&eth;ur&aacute;vi&eth; en vi&eth; upp&aacute;vi&eth; og &thorn;a&eth; var gj&ouml;rsamlega ekki &thorn;urr &thorn;r&aacute;&eth;ur &aacute; okkur eftir &thorn;essa siglingu, en vi&eth; vorum flj&oacute;t a&eth; &thorn;orna &iacute; bl&iacute;&eth;unni <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-smile.gif" border="0" alt="Brosandi" title="Brosandi" width="18" height="18" />.<br /><br />&Eacute;g er b&uacute;in a&eth; vera miki&eth; &iacute; vinnunni s&iacute;&eth;ustu viku. Var &aacute; n&aacute;mskei&eth;i fram &aacute; kv&ouml;ld og svo er svol&iacute;ti&eth; happ og glapp a&eth; n&aacute; str&aelig;t&oacute; <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-undecided.gif" border="0" alt="&Oacute;&aacute;kve&eth;inn" title="&Oacute;&aacute;kve&eth;inn" width="18" height="18" />.<br />En &thorn;a&eth; er or&eth;i&eth; a&eth;eins meira a&eth; gera hj&aacute; m&eacute;r. &Eacute;g finn n&uacute; ekki dagamun, heldur kannski vikumun &aacute; &thorn;v&iacute; a&eth; &thorn;a&eth; s&eacute; a&eth; aukast hj&aacute; m&eacute;r... &thorn;olinm&aelig;&eth;i takk <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-smile.gif" border="0" alt="Brosandi" title="Brosandi" width="18" height="18" />.<br />&Eacute;g f&eacute;kk s&iacute;&eth;an mail&nbsp;&aacute; s&iacute;&eth;asta fimmtudag&nbsp;og var bo&eth;in vinna &aacute; snyrtistofu h&eacute;r &iacute; S&ouml;nderborg. &THORN;a&eth; voru bara 10-15 t&iacute;mar &iacute; viku og svo myndi &thorn;a&eth; aukast me&eth; haustinu.<br />&Eacute;g bau&eth;st reyndar til a&eth; vinna hj&aacute; henni einn dag &iacute; viku og svo kannski annan hvern laugardag me&eth;an &thorn;a&eth; v&aelig;ri svona l&iacute;ti&eth; a&eth; gera hj&aacute; m&eacute;r en svo s&aacute; &eacute;g eftir &thorn;v&iacute; &thorn;v&iacute; &eacute;g t&oacute;k eftir a&eth; &thorn;a&eth; er a&eth; b&oacute;kast meira og meira inn hj&aacute; m&eacute;r. En &eacute;g hef ekki fengi&eth; svar fr&aacute; henni aftur, vona eiginlega a&eth; h&uacute;n taki &thorn;v&iacute; ekki.<br /><br />&Aacute; f&ouml;studaginn kom Einar hinga&eth; f&aelig;randi hendi. Hann var &aacute; skytter&iacute;i og gaf okkur Bambakj&ouml;t. Ummm...<br />&Iacute; kv&ouml;ld ver&eth;ur bambapottr&eacute;ttur &iacute; matinn, spennandi a&eth; sj&aacute; hvernig &thorn;a&eth; smakkast <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-smile.gif" border="0" alt="Brosandi" title="Brosandi" width="18" height="18" />.<br />&THORN;a&eth; er ekki n&oacute;g me&eth; a&eth; bambi s&eacute; l&iacute;till og s&aelig;tur, heldur brag&eth;ast hann l&iacute;ka vel!<br />Vi&eth; Binni vorum einmitt a&eth; r&aelig;&eth;a &thorn;a&eth; a&eth; vi&eth; getum n&uacute; ekki sagt str&aacute;kunum a&eth; vi&eth; s&eacute;um a&eth; bor&eth;a bamba! Segjum frekar a&eth; &thorn;etta s&eacute; lamb! &THORN;a&eth; hlj&oacute;mar e&eth;lilegra. &THORN;eir sp&aacute; alveg &iacute; hvernig kj&ouml;t vi&eth; erum a&eth; bor&eth;a hverju sinni. J&oacute;hann Ingi var einu sinni a&eth; telja upp upp&aacute;halds matinn sinn og m.a. nefndi hann: dau&eth; h&aelig;na sem b&uacute;i&eth; er a&eth; brenna! (hann hefur &ouml;rugglega meint sem b&uacute;i&eth; er a&eth; elda! Hann er n&uacute; ekki vanur a&eth; f&aacute; brenndan kj&uacute;kling! <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-wink.gif" border="0" alt="Glottandi" title="Glottandi" width="18" height="18" />&nbsp;).<br /><br />Ve&eth;ri&eth; er b&uacute;i&eth; a&eth; vera yndislegt hj&aacute; okkur og str&aacute;karnir sj&aacute;st varla inni. &THORN;a&eth; eru fullt af kr&ouml;kkum h&eacute;r &iacute; n&aacute;grenninu til a&eth; leika vi&eth; og svo erum vi&eth; komin me&eth; litla sundlaug &iacute; gar&eth;inn og tramp&oacute;l&iacute;n... og svo eru &thorn;eir vo&eth;a duglegir a&eth; drullumalla <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-tongue-out.gif" border="0" alt="Ullandi" title="Ullandi" width="18" height="18" />.<br /><br />&Aacute;sbj&ouml;rn f&oacute;r me&eth; vinkonu sinni &iacute; Katrinelund s&iacute;&eth;ustu helgi og kom heim me&eth; Salem&ouml;ndru &iacute; fl&ouml;sku. Honum fannst &thorn;etta vo&eth;a sport en vissi ekkert hverju h&uacute;n n&aelig;rist &aacute; og ba&eth; mig a&eth; kaupa b&oacute;k svo vi&eth; g&aelig;tum lesi&eth; okkur til um &thorn;a&eth;! Greyi&eth; Salamandran var enn lifandi &aacute; fimmtudaginn og &thorn;&aacute; t&oacute;kum vi&eth; &Aacute;sbj&ouml;rn r&uacute;nt &iacute; Katrinelund og skilu&eth;um henni til &quot;vina&quot; sinna. &Eacute;g f&eacute;kk bara meira og meira illt &iacute; hjarta&eth; me&eth; hverjum deginum a&eth; vita af greyi&eth; d&yacute;rinu og drepast &uacute;r hungri og lei&eth;indum &iacute; plastfl&ouml;sku <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-cry.gif" border="0" alt="Gr&aacute;ta" title="Gr&aacute;ta" width="18" height="18" />. &Aacute;sbj&ouml;rn var&eth; s&iacute;&eth;an bara l&iacute;ka s&aacute;ttur vi&eth; a&eth; sleppa henni <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-smile.gif" border="0" alt="Brosandi" title="Brosandi" width="18" height="18" />.<br /><br />&THORN;essi helgi er bara algj&ouml;r letihelgi. &Eacute;g hef veri&eth; &aacute; lei&eth;inni a&eth; sauma gard&iacute;nur &iacute; svefnherbergi&eth; &iacute; 2 vikur!! En bara kem m&eacute;r ekki &iacute; &thorn;a&eth;. &THORN;a&eth; er n&oacute;g a&eth; hugsa 7 metrar af efni... &aelig;&aelig;&aelig;... geri &thorn;a&eth; &aacute; morgun <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-embarassed.gif" border="0" alt="Sk&ouml;mmustulegur" title="Sk&ouml;mmustulegur" width="18" height="18" />. Svo er bara alltof gott ve&eth;ur til a&eth; sitja inni og sauma.<br />&Eacute;g klippti tr&eacute;n &iacute; gar&eth;inum &iacute; g&aelig;r og vi&eth; J&oacute;hann Ingi k&iacute;ktum &iacute; g&ouml;ngut&uacute;r og svo l&aacute; &eacute;g &iacute; allt g&aelig;rkv&ouml;ld a&eth; gl&aacute;pa &aacute; sj&oacute;nvarpi&eth; og nennti ekki a&eth; hreyfa mig <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-undecided.gif" border="0" alt="&Oacute;&aacute;kve&eth;inn" title="&Oacute;&aacute;kve&eth;inn" width="18" height="18" />.<br /><br />J&aelig;ja... kannski &oacute;&thorn;arfi a&eth; ey&eth;a deginum &iacute; dag &iacute; t&ouml;lvunni!!!<br />&nbsp;Farin &uacute;t &iacute; g&oacute;&eth;a ve&eth;ri&eth; <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-cool.gif" border="0" alt="Svalur" title="Svalur" width="18" height="18" /></font>]]></description>
		<pubDate>Sun, 18 May 2008 11:10:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Je dúdda mía...]]></title>
		<link>http://augusta.bloggar.is/blogg/360907/Je_dudda_mia</link>
		<description><![CDATA[<font size="2" color="#ff6600">&THORN;a&eth; er svo hrikalega heitt &uacute;ti a&eth; &thorn;a&eth; er ekki verandi &thorn;ar!<br />Binni keypti sundlaug handa str&aacute;kunum &iacute; dag &thorn;annig a&eth; n&uacute; eru &thorn;eir &uacute;ti a&eth; busla... og laugin a&eth; ver&eth;a a&eth; drullupolli e&eth;a endar &ouml;rugglega &thorn;annig <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-undecided.gif" border="0" alt="&Oacute;&aacute;kve&eth;inn" title="&Oacute;&aacute;kve&eth;inn" width="18" height="18" />.<br /><br />J&oacute;hann Ingi er b&uacute;inn a&eth; vera veikur mest alla vikuna, f&eacute;kk astma og svo var hann heitur og slappur. En &thorn;a&eth; var frekar asnalegt a&eth; banna honum a&eth; fara &uacute;t, &thorn;v&iacute; &thorn;a&eth; var miklu hl&yacute;rra &thorn;ar heldur en h&eacute;r inni. En hann var sem sagt b&aelig;&eth;i &uacute;ti og inni &iacute; veikindunum <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-smile.gif" border="0" alt="Brosandi" title="Brosandi" width="18" height="18" />.<br /><br />&Eacute;g keyr&eth;i til &Aacute;rh&uacute;s &aacute; &thorn;ri&eth;judag og mi&eth;vikudag. Hr&aelig;&eth;ilega lei&eth;inlegt a&eth; keyra svona langt... alein &iacute; steik. En n&aacute;mskei&eth;i&eth; var f&iacute;nt, &eacute;g &aelig;tti a&eth; geta bjarga&eth; m&eacute;r me&eth; ansigtsbehandlinger n&uacute;na.<br />Svo kom bla&eth;ama&eth;ur &iacute; g&aelig;r og t&oacute;k vi&eth;tal vi&eth; mig og t&oacute;k myndir... &eacute;g hata myndat&ouml;kur og &eacute;g bara hreinlega festist ekki &aacute; filmu. En &thorn;a&eth; ver&eth;ur spennandi a&eth; sj&aacute; greinina.<br />&THORN;a&eth; er b&uacute;i&eth; a&eth; b&oacute;ka sm&aacute; inn hj&aacute; m&eacute;r og svo eru samningsvi&eth;r&aelig;&eth;ur &iacute; gangi um a&eth; augl&yacute;sa &iacute; vikubla&eth;inu &iacute; b&aelig;num.<br /><br />Binni f&oacute;r &iacute; hj&oacute;lat&uacute;r &aacute;&eth;an &iacute; n&yacute;ju bleyjubuxunum s&iacute;num... haha... str&aacute;karnir g&aacute;fu honum &thorn;&aelig;r &iacute; afm&aelig;lisgj&ouml;f og &thorn;eim finnast &thorn;&aelig;r svo fyndnar. &THORN;etta eru hj&oacute;labuxur me&eth; p&uacute;&eth;a &iacute; klofinu, alveg eins og sj&uacute;krah&uacute;s-beyja &iacute; st&aelig;r&eth; <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-laughing.gif" border="0" alt="Hl&amp;aelig;jandi" title="Hl&amp;aelig;jandi" width="18" height="18" />. En hann er or&eth;inn vo&eth;a duglegur a&eth; fara &uacute;t a&eth; hj&oacute;la.<br /><br />&Eacute;g hef n&uacute; ekkert merkilegt a&eth; segja!!!<br />&THORN;a&eth; v&aelig;ri &ouml;rugglega ekkert vitlaust a&eth; setjast a&eth;eins &uacute;t, &aacute;&eth;ur en allt ver&eth;ur vitlaust &iacute; buslinu hj&aacute; kr&ouml;kkunum og kannski brenna sm&aacute;vegis e&eth;a vonandi f&aacute; sm&aacute; lit!<br /><br /></font>]]></description>
		<pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 16:28:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Frú Prússulína...]]></title>
		<link>http://augusta.bloggar.is/blogg/357949/Fru_Prussulina</link>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><font size="2" color="#000080">&Eacute;g f&eacute;kk fyrsta k&uacute;nnann minn &iacute; g&aelig;r!<br />Og &thorn;a&eth; er n&uacute; ekki fr&aacute;s&ouml;gu f&aelig;randi nema vegna &thorn;ess a&eth;:<br /><br />&THORN;essi kona var a&eth; f&aacute; gervineglur og &eacute;g var a&eth; horfa &aacute;. H&uacute;n spur&eth;i mig s&iacute;&eth;an hva&eth; litun og plokkun kostar... b&iacute;ddu a&eth;eins... hlj&oacute;p &iacute; ver&eth;listann og athuga!!!<br />Eftir neglur spur&eth;i h&uacute;n hvort &eacute;g g&aelig;ti lita&eth; hana og j&aacute; no problemm&oacute; og f&eacute;kk hana l&iacute;ka til a&eth; f&aacute; lit &aacute; augnh&aacute;rin og &iacute; sta&eth; &thorn;ess a&eth; hlaupa aftur fram og athuga hva&eth; &thorn;a&eth; kostar &thorn;&aacute; giska&eth;i &eacute;g &aacute; ver&eth;. Augabr&yacute;rnar m&aacute;ttu ALLS ekki vera of d&ouml;kkar &thorn;annig a&eth; &eacute;g &thorn;urrka&eth;i litinn mj&ouml;g flj&oacute;tt af en enda&eth;i s&iacute;&eth;an &aacute; lita &thorn;&aelig;r aftur &thorn;v&iacute; &thorn;&aelig;r m&aacute;ttu vera a&eth;eins dekkri.<br />&Eacute;g var alveg hrikalega skj&aacute;lfhent, bara eitthva&eth; stressu&eth; me&eth; fyrsta k&uacute;nnann minn <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-embarassed.gif" border="0" alt="Sk&amp;ouml;mmustulegur" title="Sk&amp;ouml;mmustulegur" width="18" height="18" />&nbsp;en liturinn f&oacute;r samt &aacute; sinn sta&eth;!<br /><br />&THORN;egar konan var farin k&iacute;kti &eacute;g &iacute; ver&eth;listann og s&aacute; a&eth; &eacute;g haf&eth;i rukka&eth; greyi&eth; konuna of miki&eth; <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-embarassed.gif" border="0" alt="Sk&amp;ouml;mmustulegur" title="Sk&amp;ouml;mmustulegur" width="18" height="18" />&nbsp;og svo kom eigandinn &aelig;&eth;andi til m&iacute;n og spur&eth;i hvernig hafi gengi&eth;??? Og &aacute;st&aelig;&eth;an var s&uacute; a&eth; &thorn;essi kona kemur reglulega til &thorn;eirra og &thorn;etta er t&yacute;pa sem finnur a&eth;&nbsp;&Ouml;LLU og er v&iacute;st rosalega spes. Og svo hl&oacute; h&uacute;n bara a&eth; &thorn;essu... fysti k&uacute;nninn minn var Fr&uacute; Pr&uacute;ssul&iacute;na og &thorn;akka&eth;i fyrir a&eth; &eacute;g haf&eth;i ekki hugmynd um hvernig h&uacute;n v&aelig;ri. <br />H&uacute;n kvarta&eth;i allavega ekkert yfir &thorn;essu, fannst br&uacute;nirnar p&iacute;nu of d&ouml;kkar en &eacute;g held hef&eth;i ekkert geta&eth; fari&eth; meiri milliveg. Svo er bara spurning hvort h&uacute;n komi aftur???<br />Annars l&iacute;kar m&eacute;r bara mj&ouml;g vel &thorn;arna. Eigandinn er &aelig;&eth;isleg og &thorn;a&eth; litla sem &eacute;g hef hitt af naglafr&aelig;&eth;ingnum lofar g&oacute;&eth;u, h&uacute;n er mj&ouml;g f&iacute;n.<br />Framundan er fullt af n&aacute;mskei&eth;um. &Iacute; n&aelig;stu viku fer &eacute;g tvo daga til &Aacute;rh&uacute;s &aacute; n&aacute;mskei&eth; hj&aacute; Murad og svo eru tv&ouml; n&aacute;mskei&eth; &iacute; vi&eth;b&oacute;t &iacute; m&aacute;nu&eth;inum, &eacute;g b&yacute;st vi&eth; a&eth; anna&eth; &thorn;eirra ver&eth;i l&iacute;ka &iacute; &Aacute;rh&uacute;s.<br />&Eacute;g tala&eth;i vi&eth; naglafr&aelig;&eth;inginn um nafn &aacute; &quot;fyrirt&aelig;kinu&quot;, h&uacute;n er nafn &aacute; bl&oacute;mi &aacute; s&iacute;nu fyrirt&aelig;ki og sag&eth;ist &aelig;tla a&eth; breyta &thorn;v&iacute; og nota sitt nafn, &thorn;v&iacute; &thorn;a&eth; er betri augl&yacute;sing, &thorn;annig a&eth; &eacute;g var a&eth; sp&aacute; &iacute; a&eth; sk&iacute;ra mitt bara Agusta&acute;s hudpleje. M&eacute;r finnst &thorn;etta reyndar mj&ouml;g lei&eth;inlegt nafn en... so what og &thorn;a&eth; er l&iacute;ka erfitt a&eth; finna nafn sem er ekki til!<br /><br />&Iacute; dag er fr&iacute;dagur og bara vo&eth;a n&aelig;s... sofi&eth; langt fram eftir. &Oacute;li vinur hans &Aacute;sbj&ouml;rns gisti hj&aacute; okkur.<br />Vi&eth; fengum s&iacute;&eth;an sms &aacute;&eth;an um J&oacute;hann Ingi var kominn &iacute; heims&oacute;kn til Brynjars sem er n&aacute;granni okkar. Minns var ekkert a&eth; l&aacute;ta okkur vita, t&ouml;lti bara yfir &aacute; t&aacute;sunum <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-cool.gif" border="0" alt="Svalur" title="Svalur" width="18" height="18" />.<br />Svo er &Aacute;sbj&ouml;rn b&uacute;inn a&eth; eignast vinkonu sem b&yacute;r &iacute; n&aelig;sta stigagangi vi&eth; okkur og er &iacute;slensk. &THORN;au leika mj&ouml;g vel saman og &eacute;g spur&eth;i &Aacute;sbj&ouml;rn um daginn hvort honum &thorn;&aelig;tti ekki gaman a&eth; leika vi&eth; hana. Hann j&aacute;tti &thorn;v&iacute; og sag&eth;i s&iacute;&eth;an: Ef &thorn;&uacute; vogar &thorn;&eacute;r a&eth; segja a&eth; h&uacute;n s&eacute; k&aelig;rastan m&iacute;n... &thorn;&aacute; flyt &eacute;g a&eth; heiman. Hahaha...<br />En &eacute;g sag&eth;i n&uacute; bara a&eth; str&aacute;kar og stelpur g&aelig;tu alveg veri&eth; vinir &aacute;n &thorn;ess a&eth; vera k&aelig;rustupar <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-wink.gif" border="0" alt="Glottandi" title="Glottandi" width="18" height="18" />.<br /><br />&Aacute; morgun er grillveisla &iacute; Katrinelund og &aacute; laugardaginn koma J&oacute;na og Haffi &iacute; heims&oacute;kn.<br />Str&aacute;karnir telja ni&eth;ur, &thorn;eir hlakka svo til a&eth; hitta Gabr&iacute;el <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-smile.gif" border="0" alt="Brosandi" title="Brosandi" width="18" height="18" />.<br /><br />Bless &iacute; bili...</font></p>]]></description>
		<pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2008 12:07:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Rigning!!!]]></title>
		<link>http://augusta.bloggar.is/blogg/355876/Rigning</link>
		<description><![CDATA[<font size="2">&THORN;a&eth; er eiginlega &oacute;h&aelig;tt a&eth; segja a&eth; &thorn;a&eth; hafi rignt yfir mig atvinnutilbo&eth;um <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-laughing.gif" border="0" alt="Hl&aelig;jandi" title="Hl&aelig;jandi" width="18" height="18" />. &Eacute;g var eiginlega komin me&eth; &iacute; magann &aacute; t&iacute;mabili &thorn;v&iacute; &eacute;g var a&eth; b&iacute;&eth;a eftir svari &aacute; einum sta&eth; og &aacute; me&eth;an bi&eth;u &thorn;rj&uacute; &ouml;nnur tilbo&eth;!<br /><br />En n&uacute; ert allt komi&eth; &iacute; r&oacute;... e&eth;a &thorn;annig!<br />&Eacute;g f&eacute;kk svar &iacute; dag um vinnuna sem &eacute;g vona&eth;ist eftir og byrja &thorn;ar &aacute; m&aacute;nudaginn. &THORN;etta er &aacute; snyrtistofu &iacute; Aabenraa sem heitir <a href="http://kosmetiskklinik.dk/">Ck kosmetisk klinik</a>, &thorn;ar leigji &eacute;g st&oacute;l og a&eth;st&ouml;&eth;u &thorn;annig a&eth; n&uacute; er &eacute;g a&eth; vinna &iacute; &thorn;v&iacute; a&eth; stofna fyrirt&aelig;ki, s&aelig;kja um kennit&ouml;lu og finna nafn o.&thorn;.h.<br />&THORN;arna eru l&iacute;ka hj&uacute;krunarkona og naglafr&aelig;&eth;ingur og vi&eth; vinnum allar saman, &thorn;annig s&eacute;&eth; a&eth; ef &ouml;nnur af okkur getur hj&aacute;lpa&eth; k&uacute;nnanum betur &thorn;&aacute; bendum vi&eth; &aacute; &thorn;&aacute; manneskju.<br />Og &eacute;g hlakka bara miki&eth; til a&eth; byrja og er viss um a&eth; &thorn;etta ver&eth;ur g&oacute;&eth;ur sk&oacute;li og m&eacute;r er l&iacute;ka velkomi&eth; a&eth; fylgjast me&eth; &thorn;v&iacute; sem hinar eru a&eth; gera og g&aelig;ti l&aelig;rt miki&eth; af &thorn;v&iacute;.&nbsp;Framundan hj&aacute; m&eacute;r eru n&aacute;mskei&eth; &iacute; hinu og &thorn;essu og &eacute;g &aelig;tla a&eth; vera dugleg a&eth; kynna m&eacute;r n&yacute;jungar sem &eacute;g get bo&eth;i&eth; k&uacute;nnum upp&aacute; <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-wink.gif" border="0" alt="Glottandi" title="Glottandi" width="18" height="18" />. Og anna&eth; sem er gott vi&eth; &thorn;etta er a&eth; &eacute;g r&aelig;&eth; m&eacute;r og m&iacute;num vinnut&iacute;ma algj&ouml;rlega sj&aacute;lf en n&uacute; er bara a&eth;al atri&eth;i&eth; a&eth; f&aacute; inn k&uacute;nna.<br /><br />Helgin hj&aacute; okkur er or&eth;in full b&oacute;ku&eth;! Binni fer &aacute; t&oacute;nleika &iacute; kv&ouml;ld og svo &aacute; karladaginn &aacute; morgun og svo eru tv&ouml; barnaafm&aelig;li um helgina, og svo &aacute; m&aacute;nudaginn &aacute; Binni afm&aelig;li.&nbsp;&THORN;annig a&eth; &thorn;a&eth; ver&eth;ur miki&eth; fj&ouml;r hj&aacute; okkur <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-smile.gif" border="0" alt="Brosandi" title="Brosandi" width="18" height="18" />.<br /><br />&THORN;a&eth; er n&uacute; eiginlega l&iacute;ti&eth; anna&eth; a&eth; fr&eacute;tta af okkur!<br /><br />Skrifa bara meira seinna.<br /><br />G&oacute;&eth;a helgi <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-cool.gif" border="0" alt="Svalur" title="Svalur" width="18" height="18" />.<br /><br /><em><font color="#ff0000">E&eth;a eitt enn...<br />Ef &thorn;i&eth; lumi&eth; &aacute; g&oacute;&eth;u nafni fyrir &quot;snyrtistofuna m&iacute;na&quot; &thorn;&aacute; meigi&eth; &thorn;i&eth; alveg l&aacute;ta mig vita, samt eitthva&eth; nafn&nbsp;sem &uacute;tlendingar geta bori&eth; fram <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-wink.gif" border="0" alt="Glottandi" title="Glottandi" width="18" height="18" />.</font></em></font>]]></description>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2008 16:08:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Home sweet home!]]></title>
		<link>http://augusta.bloggar.is/blogg/353851/Home_sweet_home</link>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3" color="#ff0000">Fr&iacute;i&eth; var alveg yndislegt. &THORN;etta var svona eins og l&iacute;ti&eth; &thorn;orp og &thorn;ar var allt til alls, verslun, bakar&iacute;, sl&aacute;trari, leiksv&aelig;&eth;i o.fl. og au&eth;vita&eth; sund. &Iacute;b&uacute;&eth;in var l&iacute;ka mj&ouml;g f&iacute;n <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-smile.gif" border="0" alt="Brosandi" title="Brosandi" width="18" height="18" />. Vi&eth; eyddum ca. 3 klst. &iacute; sundi &aacute; dag!! &THORN;etta var mj&ouml;g flottur ba&eth;gar&eth;ur og nokkrar rennibrautir &thorn;ar. &Eacute;g byrja&eth;i &aacute; a&eth; skella m&eacute;r &iacute; eina sem &eacute;g h&eacute;lt a&eth; v&aelig;ri ekkert svo sl&aelig;m... en &oacute; my god! &THORN;a&eth; var ekki fr&aelig;&eth;ilegur m&ouml;guleiki a&eth; h&aelig;gja &aacute; s&eacute;r &aacute; lei&eth;inni og undir &thorn;a&eth; s&iacute;&eth;asta var &eacute;g farin a&eth; halda inn&iacute; m&eacute;r andanum, en &thorn;a&eth; voru bara nokkrar sek&uacute;ndur (e&eth;a sek&uacute;ndubrot!), &eacute;g &aelig;tla&eth;i ekki a&eth; &thorn;ora &iacute; n&aelig;stu... &eacute;g er or&eth;in svo mikill kj&uacute;klingur me&eth; aldrinum <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-undecided.gif" border="0" alt="&amp;Oacute;&amp;aacute;kve&amp;eth;inn" title="&amp;Oacute;&amp;aacute;kve&amp;eth;inn" width="18" height="18" />, en l&eacute;t mig hafa &thorn;a&eth; og &thorn;urfti eiginlega a&eth; &yacute;ta m&eacute;r &aacute;fram &thorn;ar og str&aacute;karnir f&oacute;ru l&iacute;ka &iacute; &thorn;&aacute; rennibraut marg oft. J&oacute;hann Ingi f&oacute;r einu sinni einn &iacute; &thorn;&aacute; rennibraut en f&oacute;r svo h&aelig;gt a&eth; &thorn;a&eth; t&oacute;ku tveir framm&uacute;r honum &aacute; lei&eth;inni!!! Svo var margt anna&eth; skemmtilegt &thorn;arna. &THORN;a&eth; var bara ein &iacute;b&uacute;&eth; &aacute; milli okkar og M&ouml;ggu Lukku og co. og vo&eth;a n&aelig;s hj&aacute; str&aacute;kunum a&eth; geta hlaupi&eth; &aacute; milli &iacute;b&uacute;&eth;a og leiki&eth; og svo var l&iacute;ka vo&eth;a gott &aacute; kv&ouml;ldin, &thorn;&aacute; vorum vi&eth; &ouml;ll saman &iacute; annarri &iacute;b&uacute;&eth;inni og krakkarnir f&oacute;ru bara a&eth; sofa og svo b&aacute;rum vi&eth; &thorn;au bara &aacute; milli.<br />Vi&eth; vorum komin heim um kl.15 &iacute; dag, &thorn;etta er ekki nema 2 klst. keyrsla h&eacute;&eth;an. En &thorn;a&eth; er alltaf gott a&eth; koma heim &iacute; raunveruleikann<img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-smile.gif" border="0" alt="Brosandi" title="Brosandi" width="18" height="18" />.<br />Og eitt enn! Vi&eth; sm&ouml;kku&eth;um &oacute;ge&eth;slegasta hamborgara EVER &thorn;arna! &THORN;etta var eins og Mc Donalds brau&eth; me&eth; kj&ouml;ti (farsi), steiktum lauk, s&uacute;rum g&uacute;rkum me&eth; lekandi safa,&nbsp;k&aacute;li, t&oacute;mats&oacute;su og remola&eth;i <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-yell.gif" border="0" alt="&amp;Ouml;skrandi" title="&amp;Ouml;skrandi" width="18" height="18" />, &thorn;v&iacute;l&iacute;kur vibbi!<br /><br />&THORN;a&eth; er b&uacute;in a&eth; vera &thorn;v&iacute;l&iacute;kt gott ve&eth;ur&nbsp;h&eacute;r &iacute; dag og var v&iacute;st &thorn;annig alla helgina. Vi&eth; s&aacute;tum h&eacute;r &uacute;ti alveg a&eth; stikna. Str&aacute;karnir komust &iacute; Tarzan f&iacute;linginn sem fylgir sumrunum, &thorn;.e.a.s. &thorn;eir voru bara &aacute; nar&iacute;unum &uacute;ti. Og &thorn;a&eth; er v&iacute;st sp&aacute;&eth; &aacute;framhaldandi bl&iacute;&eth;u <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-cool.gif" border="0" alt="Svalur" title="Svalur" width="18" height="18" />.<br /><br />&Eacute;g var agalega bjarts&yacute;n fyrir kv&ouml;ldmat! Var a&eth; hugsa um a&eth; fara &uacute;t a&eth; skokka...hahahaha... &eacute;g veit... fyndi&eth;!!!!!<br />Eftir mat var &eacute;g a&eth; springa&nbsp;svo &eacute;g enda&eth;i &iacute; g&oacute;&eth;um hj&oacute;lat&uacute;r, me&eth; vi&eth;komu hj&aacute; Dagmar. &Eacute;g hj&oacute;la&eth;i &ouml;rugglega &iacute; klst. en var&eth; a&eth; dr&iacute;fa mig heim &thorn;v&iacute; &thorn;a&eth; var fari&eth; a&eth; dimma og &eacute;g gleymi n&aelig;stum alltaf a&eth; taka me&eth; lj&oacute;s &aacute; hj&oacute;li&eth; <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-undecided.gif" border="0" alt="&amp;Oacute;&amp;aacute;kve&amp;eth;inn" title="&amp;Oacute;&amp;aacute;kve&amp;eth;inn" width="18" height="18" /><br /><br />En mig dreymir enn&thorn;&aacute; um a&eth; koma m&eacute;r &iacute; gott form og &AElig;TLA a&eth; gera &thorn;a&eth;. &Eacute;g &aelig;tla a&eth; labba yfir Leggjabrj&oacute;t &iacute; sumar og &thorn;&aacute; er &ouml;rugglega gott a&eth; vera &iacute; g&oacute;&eth;u formi <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-wink.gif" border="0" alt="Glottandi" title="Glottandi" width="18" height="18" />&nbsp;og svo er n&aacute;tt&uacute;rulega m&ouml;st a&eth; fara&nbsp;upp Glym og Akrafjalli&eth; m&aacute; ekki ver&eth;a &uacute;tundan. &THORN;a&eth; ver&eth;ur greinilega n&oacute;g a&eth; gera hj&aacute; m&eacute;r &iacute; sumar <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-smile.gif" border="0" alt="Brosandi" title="Brosandi" width="18" height="18" />.<br /><br />&Aacute; morgun fer &eacute;g til Aabenraa a&eth; s&aelig;kja um vinnur. &Eacute;g &aelig;tla a&eth; labba &aacute; snyrtistofur &thorn;ar &iacute; b&aelig;, gaman, gaman.<br /><br />Ef &eacute;g fer ekki a&eth; f&aacute; vinnu &thorn;&aacute; held &eacute;g a&eth; &thorn;a&eth; endi me&eth; a&eth; &eacute;g fari til &Iacute;slands a&eth; vinna! &THORN;a&eth; er bara svo fl&oacute;ki&eth;... <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-undecided.gif" border="0" alt="&amp;Oacute;&amp;aacute;kve&amp;eth;inn" title="&amp;Oacute;&amp;aacute;kve&amp;eth;inn" width="18" height="18" />.&nbsp;<br />En &thorn;a&eth; er &oacute;skandi a&eth; &eacute;g fari a&eth; komast &iacute; vinnu.<br />&Eacute;g er l&iacute;ka b&uacute;in a&eth; vera a&eth; s&aelig;kja um &aacute; samb&yacute;lum og elliheimilum en &thorn;a&eth; vir&eth;ast a&eth;allega vera r&aacute;&eth;i&eth; &thorn;ar inn fagl&aelig;rt f&oacute;lk!<br /><br />J&aelig;ja.....<br /><br />Bi&eth; a&eth; heilsa &iacute; bili...<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Over and out!!!!!!</font></p>]]></description>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 19:48:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Fíkn!]]></title>
		<link>http://augusta.bloggar.is/blogg/352009/Fikn</link>
		<description><![CDATA[<font size="2" color="#000000">Af hverju &iacute; &oacute;sk&ouml;punum ver&eth;ur ma&eth;ur f&iacute;kill?<br />Hva&eth; &aelig;tli valdi &thorn;v&iacute;?<br />&Eacute;g er haldin fleiri en einni f&iacute;kn og ein af &thorn;eim er Bubbles <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-yell.gif" border="0" alt="&amp;Ouml;skrandi" title="&amp;Ouml;skrandi" width="18" height="18" />. &Eacute;g sem h&eacute;lt &eacute;g v&aelig;ri l&ouml;ngu b&uacute;in a&eth; afeitrast en.... anna&eth; kom &aacute; daginn. &Eacute;g g&aelig;ti gleymt m&eacute;r t&iacute;munum saman, kalin &aacute; puttum og t&aacute;m (&thorn;a&eth; er svo hrikalegur g&oacute;lfkuldi og bara &iacute;skalt &aacute; illa einangru&eth;um sv&ouml;lunum sem t&ouml;lvan stendur &aacute;) ef &eacute;g &thorn;yrfti ekki a&eth; hugsa um a&eth;ra en sj&aacute;lfa mig l&iacute;ka. &Eacute;g er meira a&eth; segja ekkert sk&aacute;rri en str&aacute;karnir: &quot;b&iacute;ddu a&eth;eins, &eacute;g er alveg a&eth; koma&quot; !!!! Svo er &eacute;g b&uacute;in a&eth; &aacute;kve&eth;a a&eth; taka s&iacute;&eth;asta leikinn, nei, nei bara einn &iacute; vi&eth;b&oacute;t eftir hann og ef s&aacute; leikur gengur illa... &thorn;&aacute; bara einn &iacute; vi&eth;b&oacute;t. Frekar pirrandi <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-undecided.gif" border="0" alt="&amp;Oacute;&amp;aacute;kve&amp;eth;inn" title="&amp;Oacute;&amp;aacute;kve&amp;eth;inn" width="18" height="18" />. Svo er &eacute;g haldin annarri f&iacute;kn: reykingum! &THORN;a&eth; eru allir a&eth; h&aelig;tta a&eth; reykja &iacute; kringum mig&nbsp;EN mig langar bara ekkert a&eth; h&aelig;tta. &Eacute;g skil bara ekkert &iacute; m&eacute;r <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-tongue-out.gif" border="0" alt="Ullandi" title="Ullandi" width="18" height="18" />.<br /><br />&Iacute;slandsfer&eth;in var yndisleg... bara a&eth; h&uacute;n hafi ekki li&eth;i&eth; svona hratt <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-undecided.gif" border="0" alt="&amp;Oacute;&amp;aacute;kve&amp;eth;inn" title="&amp;Oacute;&amp;aacute;kve&amp;eth;inn" width="18" height="18" />. &THORN;a&eth; vanta&eth;i alveg einn dag &iacute; vi&eth;b&oacute;t (og helst fleiri).<br />&THORN;etta var rosa span og &eacute;g n&aacute;&eth;i ekki a&eth; hitta alla sem mig langa&eth;i a&eth; hitta. &Eacute;g skaust &aacute; milli h&uacute;sa og sag&eth;i h&aelig; einn daginn, f&oacute;r svo &aacute; hestbak annan daginn og djamma&eth;i fram &aacute; n&aelig;sta dag og svo skaust &eacute;g aftur &aacute; milli h&uacute;sa og sag&eth;i b&aelig;.<br />En &eacute;g vona a&eth; vi&eth; komumst til &Iacute;slands &iacute; j&uacute;n&iacute;.<br /><br />&Eacute;g sag&eth;i str&aacute;kunum bara a&eth; &eacute;g v&aelig;ri a&eth; fara &iacute; fer&eth;alag og &thorn;eir spur&eth;u ekkert meira &uacute;t&iacute; &thorn;a&eth; en &thorn;eir eru b&uacute;nir a&eth; fatta a&eth; &eacute;g var &aacute; &Iacute;slandi, &eacute;g kom me&eth; svo miki&eth; nammi heim og svo fengu &thorn;eir gjafir fr&aacute; &aelig;ttingjum &thorn;annig a&eth; &thorn;eir kveiktu alveg &aacute; perunni <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-wink.gif" border="0" alt="Glottandi" title="Glottandi" width="18" height="18" />. &THORN;eir hlakka til sumarsins og spurja oft hven&aelig;r &thorn;a&eth; kemur, &thorn;v&iacute; &thorn;&aacute; eru &thorn;eir a&eth; fara til &Iacute;slands.<br /><br />&THORN;etta er frekar skr&yacute;ti&eth;. &Eacute;g er aldrei me&eth; heim&thorn;r&aacute; en &thorn;egar &eacute;g er b&uacute;in a&eth; vera &aacute; &Iacute;slandi og fer aftur til Dk. &thorn;&aacute; f&aelig; &eacute;g heim&thorn;r&aacute;!<br /><br />En allavega &thorn;&aacute; var alveg yndislegt a&eth; hitta alla &thorn;&oacute; &thorn;a&eth; hafi veri&eth; stutt <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-smile.gif" border="0" alt="Brosandi" title="Brosandi" width="18" height="18" />.<br /><br />&Iacute; dag &thorn;urfti &eacute;g a&eth; m&aelig;ta kl. 8,30 &aacute; komm&uacute;nuna og b&uacute;a til atvinnuums&oacute;kn til kl. 14,30. Og &thorn;annig &aacute; &thorn;a&eth; a&eth; vera n&aelig;stu 2 vikur, &thorn;.e.a.s. ef &eacute;g f&aelig; ekki vinnu fyrir &thorn;ann t&iacute;ma. Og svo held &eacute;g a&eth; &eacute;g eigi a&eth; s&aelig;kja um 3 vinnur &aacute; dag &iacute; gegnum neti&eth;! Brj&aacute;la&eth; stu&eth; e&eth;a &thorn;annig. <br /><br />&Iacute; s&iacute;&eth;ustu viku f&oacute;r &eacute;g &aacute; l&ouml;ggufundinn. &Eacute;g er enn me&eth; aldur e&eth;a til 31 &aacute;rs &iacute; s&iacute;&eth;asta lagi en n&aacute;mi&eth; tekur 3 &aacute;r og helmingurinn af &thorn;eim t&iacute;ma er sk&oacute;li &iacute; Kaupmannah&ouml;fn, &thorn;annig a&eth; &eacute;g get bara gleymt &thorn;essu <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-undecided.gif" border="0" alt="&amp;Oacute;&amp;aacute;kve&amp;eth;inn" title="&amp;Oacute;&amp;aacute;kve&amp;eth;inn" width="18" height="18" />.<br /><br />Ekki &aacute; morgun, heldur hinn er Deutschland <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-laughing.gif" border="0" alt="Hl&amp;aelig;jandi" title="Hl&amp;aelig;jandi" width="18" height="18" />. &Eacute;g &aacute; enn eftir a&eth; kaupa m&eacute;r sundf&ouml;t og er enn ekki farin a&eth; grennast &thorn;annig a&eth; &eacute;g ver&eth; bara a&eth; kaupa st&oacute;ran sundbol&nbsp;<img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-undecided.gif" border="0" alt="&amp;Oacute;&amp;aacute;kve&amp;eth;inn" title="&amp;Oacute;&amp;aacute;kve&amp;eth;inn" width="18" height="18" />. Haha... en &thorn;a&eth; kosta&eth;i n&uacute; ekkert a&eth; l&aacute;ta sig dreyma um minni st&aelig;r&eth; <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-wink.gif" border="0" alt="Glottandi" title="Glottandi" width="18" height="18" />.<br /><br />J&aelig;ja, best a&eth; fara a&eth; hl&yacute;ja puttana fyrir n&aelig;sta Bubbles leik og s&aelig;kja ullarsokka <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-wink.gif" border="0" alt="Glottandi" title="Glottandi" width="18" height="18" />.<br /><br />Bless &iacute; bili...<br /><br /></font>]]></description>
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