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		<title><![CDATA[Jæja!]]></title>
		<link>http://brudurin.bloggar.is/blogg/214401/Jaeja</link>
		<description><![CDATA[<div align="justify">&THORN;a&eth; er alveg spurning um a&eth; leggja &thorn;essari flottu smart&iacute;s br&uacute;&eth;kaupss&iacute;&eth;u. N&uacute; erum vi&eth; b&uacute;in a&eth; vera gift &iacute; r&uacute;mlega tv&aelig;r vikur og l&iacute;kar vel, ekki spurning! Erum b&uacute;in a&eth; f&aacute; myndirnar fr&aacute; lj&oacute;smyndaranum og erum &thorn;v&iacute;l&iacute;kt &aacute;n&aelig;g&eth;, n&uacute; er bara eftir a&eth; f&aacute; myndirnar og gestab&oacute;kina fr&aacute; henni &Iacute;risi, &thorn;&aacute; fer &thorn;etta a&eth; ver&eth;a komi&eth;. Vi&eth; erum bara &thorn;v&iacute;l&iacute;kt og endalaust &aacute;n&aelig;g&eth; me&eth; &thorn;ennan t&iacute;ma og daginn okkar a&eth; sj&aacute;lfs&ouml;g&eth;u, svo &eacute;g tali n&uacute; ekki um alla hj&aacute;lpina sem vi&eth; fengum, boy oh boy!<br /><br />&AElig;tla n&uacute;na a&eth; f&aelig;ra mig aftur &aacute; gamla bloggi&eth; mitt (<a href="http://www.tinnhildur.blogspot.com/">www.tinnhildur.blogspot.com</a>), en &thorn;etta grey (s&iacute;&eth;an &thorn;eas.) set &eacute;g &iacute; favourites og sko&eth;a svona spari <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-wink.gif" border="0" alt="Glottandi" title="Glottandi" width="18" height="18" />&nbsp;Er a&eth; vonast til a&eth; &eacute;g geti sett myndirnar sem &eacute;g &aacute; n&uacute;na, inn &aacute; myndas&iacute;&eth;u svo &thorn;a&eth; s&eacute; h&aelig;gt a&eth; sko&eth;a. &THORN;a&eth; hefur gengi&eth; v&aelig;gast sagt illa hj&aacute; m&eacute;r hinga&eth; til.<br /><br />Takk fyrir a&eth; vera til!<br /><br />Tinna og Finnur l&iacute;ka</div>]]></description>
		<pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2007 21:16:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Kaffiboð/gjafasýning]]></title>
		<link>http://brudurin.bloggar.is/blogg/210074/Kaffibodgjafasyning</link>
		<description><![CDATA[<div align="justify">Skora&eth; var &aacute; mig &iacute; g&aelig;r a&eth; halda &quot;gjafas&yacute;ningu&quot; &iacute; dag. &THORN;ar sem &eacute;g var akk&uacute;rat a&eth; v&iacute;gja n&yacute;ju Kitchen Aid hr&aelig;riv&eacute;lina &iacute; g&aelig;r &thorn;&aacute; fannst m&eacute;r tilvali&eth; a&eth; taka &thorn;essari &aacute;skorun og smella &iacute; marengs og sk&uacute;ffuk&ouml;ku. T&oacute;kst hvorutveggja svo glimrandi vel a&eth; &eacute;g eygi &thorn;&aacute; von um a&eth; &eacute;g &quot;impressi&quot; tengdaf&oacute;lki&eth; mitt sem er a&eth; koma hinga&eth; pl&uacute;s hana &ouml;mmu m&iacute;na (sem btw gaf okkur gripinn).<br /><br />En svo &eacute;g &iacute;treki bei&eth;ni m&iacute;na h&eacute;r fyrir ne&eth;an. Ef &thorn;i&eth; eigi&eth; myndir &uacute;r br&uacute;&eth;kaupinu&nbsp;okkar og/e&eth;a veislunni, vilji&eth;i senda m&eacute;r &thorn;&aelig;r&nbsp;&aacute; emaili <a href="mailto:tinnhildur@simnet.is">tinnhildur@simnet.is</a>, setja &aacute; myndas&iacute;&eth;u (t.d. picturetrail.com) og senda m&eacute;r svo linkinn, n&uacute; e&eth;a skrifa &thorn;&aelig;r&nbsp;&aacute; disk og &eacute;g s&aelig;ki (me&eth; n&yacute;jan disk &iacute; sta&eth;inn <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-wink.gif" border="0" alt="Glottandi" title="Glottandi" width="18" height="18" />). <strong>TAKK SO MUKKET!</strong></div>]]></description>
		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Apr 2007 14:37:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Hveitibrauðsdagarnir]]></title>
		<link>http://brudurin.bloggar.is/blogg/209305/Hveitibraudsdagarnir</link>
		<description><![CDATA[<div align="justify">Mjamm &thorn;eir l&iacute;&eth;a frekar fur&eth;ulega. Eiginma&eth;urinn minn losna&eth;i &uacute;r gifsinu &iacute; g&aelig;r - vei fyrir &thorn;v&iacute;! Hann er b&uacute;inn a&eth; vera a&eth; vinna langt fram &aacute; kv&ouml;ld &iacute; &thorn;essari viku, &thorn;annig a&eth; l&iacute;ti&eth; s&eacute;r ma&eth;ur hann. &Iacute; fyrrin&oacute;tt veiktist &eacute;g af sv&aelig;sinni upp- og ni&eth;urpest og er b&uacute;in a&eth; vera l&eacute;leg &iacute; dag l&iacute;ka. &AElig;tla &thorn;&oacute; &iacute; vinnu &aacute; morgun, enda b&uacute;in a&eth; m&aelig;ta &iacute; einn heilan dag og svo einn og h&aacute;lfan t&iacute;ma&nbsp;&iacute; dag. Ekki g&oacute;&eth;ur &aacute;rangur &thorn;a&eth;.<br /><br />En&iacute;veis. &Eacute;g er b&uacute;in a&eth; setja inn fr&aacute;s&ouml;gn af br&uacute;&eth;kaupsdeginum, &aacute; kv&ouml;ldi&eth; eftir, geymi &thorn;a&eth; til morguns. M&eacute;r gengur b&ouml;lvanlega a&eth; setja inn fleiri myndir &aacute; &thorn;essa s&iacute;&eth;u, &thorn;a&eth; gengur bara alls ekki hj&aacute; m&eacute;r! Skil &thorn;a&eth; ekki.<br /><br />Langar l&iacute;ka a&eth; athuga hvort a&eth; einhverjir eigi myndir fr&aacute; deginum og s&eacute;u til &iacute; a&eth; senda m&eacute;r? &Aacute; f&aacute;ar enn&thorn;&aacute; og langar a&eth; f&aacute; fleiri sj&oacute;narhorn og bara sj&aacute; allt aftur <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-cool.gif" border="0" alt="Svalur" title="Svalur" width="18" height="18" />&nbsp;skilji&eth;i! Er alveg a&eth; eipa af spenningi a&eth; f&aacute; a&eth; sj&aacute; einhverjar myndir! Pl&iacute;s f&oacute;lk <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-foot-in-mouth.gif" border="0" alt="Tala af s&eacute;r" title="Tala af s&eacute;r" width="18" height="18" />&nbsp;*hvolpaaugun*</div>]]></description>
		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2007 21:30:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Oh happy day....!]]></title>
		<link>http://brudurin.bloggar.is/blogg/207592/Oh_happy_day</link>
		<description><![CDATA[<div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><font size="5">Litla fj&ouml;lskyldan fyrir framan Selfosskirkju!<br /></font></div><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://myndir.bloggar.is/myndir/11202/33079/462d3d998f0af.jpg" alt="Fj&ouml;lskyldan" title="Fj&ouml;lskyldan" width="500" height="375" /><br /><br /><br /><font size="5">Fleiri myndir og sagan &ouml;ll v&aelig;ntanlegt &aacute; n&aelig;stu d&ouml;gum&nbsp;<img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-cool.gif" border="0" alt="Svalur" title="Svalur" width="18" height="18" /></font></div>]]></description>
		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2007 23:18:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Stóri dagurinn er upprunninn!]]></title>
		<link>http://brudurin.bloggar.is/blogg/206206/Stori_dagurinn_er_upprunninn</link>
		<description><![CDATA[<div align="justify">&THORN;a&eth; er bara komi&eth; a&eth; &thorn;essu! Vi&eth; erum h&eacute;r v&ouml;knu&eth; fyrir allar aldir eins og venjulega - eigum svo mikil morgunhanab&ouml;rn. Arnd&iacute;s Mar&iacute;a vakna&eth;i kl. 06:05 og &eacute;g hef ekki sofi&eth; s&iacute;&eth;an.<br /><br />Vi&eth; vorum lengi a&eth; &iacute; g&aelig;rkv&ouml;ldi, f&oacute;rum &uacute;r &THORN;ingborg um kl. 23. Alltaf eitthva&eth; n&yacute;tt a&eth; koma upp &aacute;, og &eacute;g &aelig;tla&eth;i varla a&eth; komast &iacute; burtu. En svo fr&eacute;tti &eacute;g a&eth; innan vi&eth; klst s&iacute;&eth;ar var allt tilb&uacute;i&eth; og allt &iacute; g&oacute;&eth;u <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-cool.gif" border="0" alt="Svalur" title="Svalur" width="18" height="18" />&nbsp;Salurinn er &iacute; einu or&eth;i sagt <strong>GEGGJA&ETH;UR!</strong> Snillingar sem &thorn;ar voru a&eth;&nbsp;verki. H&eacute;r kemur kreditlistinn: Mamma m&iacute;n, Fr&iacute;&eth;a syss, Gu&eth;bj&ouml;rg Hulda, Imba fr&aelig;nka, Sigga &Aacute;rna, Sigurbj&ouml;rg Agla, El&iacute;n og a&eth; sj&aacute;lfs&ouml;g&eth;u Inga &aacute; Langsst&ouml;&eth;um, sem hefur fari&eth; hamf&ouml;rum &iacute; bor&eth;auppr&ouml;&eth;un og alls konar reddingum fyrir okkur! <strong>Takk fyrir &thorn;&uacute;sund sinnum!<br /></strong><br />&THORN;a&eth; b&aelig;ttist svo vel &iacute; h&oacute;pinn &thorn;egar lei&eth; &aacute; kv&ouml;ldi&eth; og allir spenntir fyrir morgundeginum. Vi&eth; hins vegar j&aacute; drifum okkur heim um kl. 23 og vorum farin a&eth; sofa um 00:30. &Eacute;g svaf samt hr&aelig;&eth;ilega &iacute; n&oacute;tt,&nbsp;&eacute;g skil &thorn;a&eth; bara ekki! Dreymdi a&eth; &eacute;g var &iacute; veislunni en &eacute;g var bara f&ouml;st &aacute; sama sta&eth;num &iacute; h&uacute;sinu og komst ekkert &aacute; milli sta&eth;a - glata&eth;ur draumur sko. En &eacute;g held samt a&eth; hann &thorn;&yacute;&eth;i a&eth; &thorn;a&eth; ver&eth;i s&oacute;l og bl&iacute;&eth;a &iacute; dag.... haldi&eth;i &thorn;a&eth; ekki????????? <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-surprised.gif" border="0" alt="Hissa" title="Hissa" width="18" height="18" /><br /><br />N&uacute;na er &eacute;g a&eth; fara a&eth; kl&aacute;ra a&eth; gr&aelig;ja slidesj&oacute;i&eth; og svo &aelig;tla &eacute;g a&eth; kaupa morgunmat handa li&eth;inu &iacute; Grundartj&ouml;rninni. S&iacute;&eth;an f&ouml;rum vi&eth; a&eth; pakka okkur og b&ouml;rnunum ni&eth;ur og um h&aacute;degi hefjast fegrunar- og h&aacute;ra&eth;ger&eth;ir dagsins <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 />&AElig;fingin &iacute; kirkjunni gekk rosalega vel og vi&eth; erum or&eth;in ansi spennt fyrir deginum. &Eacute;g er samt frekar stressu&eth; fyrir &thorn;v&iacute; a&eth; allra augu beinist svo a&eth; m&eacute;r &thorn;arna &iacute; inng&ouml;ngunni... en &thorn;a&eth; hl&yacute;tur a&eth; &nbsp;reddast <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-kiss.gif" border="0" alt="Koss" title="Koss" width="18" height="18" /><br /><br />Vi&eth; viljum bara &thorn;akka fyrir alla &thorn;&aacute; fr&aacute;b&aelig;ru hj&aacute;lp sem vi&eth; h&ouml;fum fengi&eth; og &thorn;&aacute; s&eacute;rstaklega henni m&ouml;mmu minni, sem hefur veri&eth; m&iacute;n h&aelig;gri og n&aacute;nast l&iacute;ka vinstri h&ouml;nd &iacute; &thorn;essum undirb&uacute;ningi - <strong>TAKK!</strong> Og &thorn;i&eth; hin, takk fyrir a&eth; lesa og kommenta &aacute; &thorn;essa s&iacute;&eth;u, &thorn;a&eth; er bara gaman a&eth; lesa kommentin sem &thorn;i&eth; hafi&eth; skrifa&eth; <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-smile.gif" border="0" alt="Brosandi" title="Brosandi" width="18" height="18" /><br /><br />Kve&eth;ja fr&aacute; &Aacute;lftarimafj&ouml;lskyldunni!<br />Tinna og Finnur<br />Arnd&iacute;s Mar&iacute;a og Hildur Embla</div>]]></description>
		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Apr 2007 08:22:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<link>http://brudurin.bloggar.is/blogg/205699/</link>
		<description><![CDATA[<div align="justify">J&aelig;ja g&oacute;&eth;an daginn. Helsta &aacute;hyggjuefni&eth; &thorn;essa stundina er ve&eth;ri&eth; &aacute; morgun. &Eacute;g var fyrir lifandis l&ouml;ngu b&uacute;in a&eth;&nbsp;panta s&oacute;l og sumar &aacute; &thorn;essum degi, s&eacute;rstaklega &thorn;ar sem Sumardagurinn fyrsti var &iacute; g&aelig;r og &thorn;v&iacute; engin &aacute;st&aelig;&eth;a til annars en a&eth; ver&eth;a vi&eth; &thorn;essari b&oacute;n minni. Ennnn.... <a href="http://www.mbl.is/mm/frettir/vedur/" target="_blank" title="&thorn;etta">&thorn;etta</a> h&eacute;rna&nbsp;gefur ekki&nbsp;til kynna&nbsp;a&eth; &eacute;g f&aacute;i &oacute;sk m&iacute;na uppfyllta. <strong>Svindl!</strong><br /><br />En n&oacute;g um &thorn;a&eth;. Vi&eth; erum h&eacute;r sultusl&ouml;k k&aelig;rustupari&eth;. Eigum a&eth;eins smotter&iacute;is sn&uacute;ninga eftir fyrir h&aacute;degi, svo sm&aacute; f&oacute;tadekur &aacute;&eth;ur en allt ver&eth;ur vitlaust seinnipartinn. Vi&eth; f&aacute;um salinn flj&oacute;tlega eftir h&aacute;degi og hann ver&eth;ur gr&aelig;ja&eth;ur v&aelig;ntanlega &aacute; tveimur n&uacute;ll einni. &Eacute;g fer svo a&eth; sko&eth;a br&uacute;&eth;arv&ouml;ndinn kl. 17 og svo er &aelig;fing &iacute; kirkjunni kl. 18. Eftirv&aelig;ntingarhn&uacute;turinn er farinn a&eth; gera vart vi&eth; sig og &aacute; m&ouml;gulega eftir a&eth; breytast &iacute; magapest s&iacute;&eth;ar &iacute; dag <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-wink.gif" border="0" alt="Glottandi" title="Glottandi" width="18" height="18" />&nbsp;G&oacute;&eth;ar fr&eacute;ttir samt! Flensan vir&eth;ist hafa &aacute;kve&eth;i&eth; a&eth; skilja vi&eth; mig, bara sm&aacute; h&oacute;sti eftir en ekkert til a&eth; tala um. Frekar gott <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-cool.gif" border="0" alt="Svalur" title="Svalur" width="18" height="18" /><br /><br />L&aacute;tum &iacute; okkur heyra vonandi &aacute; morgun <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-cool.gif" border="0" alt="Svalur" title="Svalur" width="18" height="18" /><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" /></div>]]></description>
		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Apr 2007 08:53:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[3 dagar]]></title>
		<link>http://brudurin.bloggar.is/blogg/204584/3_dagar</link>
		<description><![CDATA[<div align="justify">&Eacute;g er komin &iacute; fr&iacute; fram &aacute; &thorn;ri&eth;judag. Mj&ouml;g lj&uacute;ft. H&eacute;r gengur allt pr&yacute;&eth;ilega vel og m&aacute;tulegur fi&eth;ringur kominn &iacute; alla. &Eacute;g er me&eth; einhvern flensusk&iacute;t en &aelig;tla a&eth; f&aacute; 3 daga&nbsp;pensil&iacute;n hj&aacute; doksa &aacute; eftir og vera or&eth;in st&aacute;lslegin &aacute; laugardaginn <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-cool.gif" border="0" alt="Svalur" title="Svalur" width="18" height="18" />&nbsp;&THORN;r&aacute;tt fyrir &thorn;a&eth; &thorn;&aacute; erum vi&eth; mamma &aacute; lei&eth;inni &iacute; Rvk &aacute; eftir til a&eth; s&aelig;kja br&uacute;&eth;arkj&oacute;linn, f&ouml;tin hans Finns og tertustandinn. &THORN;urfum l&iacute;ka a&eth;eins a&eth; versla og svona. Finnur og Arnd&iacute;s Mar&iacute;a fara eftir h&aacute;degi &iacute; dag a&eth; s&aelig;kja allan matinn upp &iacute; sveit, &uacute;rbeining &aacute; morgun. Gr&eacute;ta fr&aelig;nka bakar tertur eins og vindurinn &thorn;essa dagana og allt er bara a&eth; smella. Imba fr&aelig;nka m&iacute;n elskuleg kemur svo&nbsp;austur &iacute; dag til a&eth; hj&aacute;lpa upp&aacute;haldsfr&aelig;nku sinni me&eth; restina. Bara gaman!<br /><br />&Iacute; g&aelig;r var prufugrei&eth;sla n&uacute;mer 2 og var &aacute;kve&eth;i&eth; a&eth; h&uacute;n skyldi notu&eth; &aacute; laugardaginn, almenn s&aacute;tt um &thorn;a&eth;&nbsp;<img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-wink.gif" border="0" alt="Glottandi" title="Glottandi" width="18" height="18" /> Stelpurnar m&iacute;nar fengu l&iacute;ka klippingu og eru &thorn;rusuf&iacute;nar og s&aelig;tar <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 />Vi&eth; &aelig;tlum l&iacute;ka&nbsp;a&eth; passa okkur &aacute;&nbsp;a&eth; nj&oacute;ta &thorn;essara s&iacute;&eth;ustu daga &iacute; botn, &thorn;essi t&iacute;mi kemur sko ekki aftur <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-kiss.gif" border="0" alt="Koss" title="Koss" width="18" height="18" /></div>]]></description>
		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Apr 2007 08:46:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Yeah]]></title>
		<link>http://brudurin.bloggar.is/blogg/203909/Yeah</link>
		<description><![CDATA[<div align="justify">J&aelig;ja j&aelig;ja j&aelig;ja. &THORN;etta styttist &oacute;&eth;fluga. &THORN;a&eth; er ekki laust vi&eth; a&eth; &thorn;a&eth; s&eacute; kominn spenningur &iacute; mannskapinn! &THORN;essa dagana er veri&eth; a&eth; redda hinu og &thorn;essu, hringja &iacute; hinn og &thorn;ennan, s&aelig;kja hitt og &thorn;etta osfrv. &Iacute; dag t.d. &thorn;&aacute; s&oacute;ttum vi&eth; mamma mj&ouml;&eth;inn g&oacute;&eth;a sem vi&eth; (og &thorn;i&eth;) &aelig;tlum a&eth; g&aelig;&eth;a okkur &aacute; &aacute; laugardaginn. Svo fer &eacute;g &iacute; prufugrei&eth;slu nr. 2 &aacute; morgun og stelpurnar ver&eth;a klipptar. Svo ver&eth;ur eiginlega mest a&eth; gera hj&aacute; okkur &aacute; mi&eth;vikudag og f&ouml;studag n&aacute;ttla. Fimmtudagurinn er asnalegur a&eth; &thorn;v&iacute; leyti a&eth; &thorn;a&eth; er rau&eth;ur dagur og &thorn;v&iacute; ekki allir &thorn;eir&nbsp;sta&eth;ir opnir sem ma&eth;ur &thorn;yrfti a&eth; komast &aacute;.<br /><br />Annars &thorn;&aacute; erum vi&eth; tilvonandi hj&oacute;nin l&iacute;ka b&oacute;ku&eth; &iacute; l&aelig;knisheims&oacute;knir &aacute; mi&eth;vikudaginn, allt til &thorn;ess gert a&eth; vi&eth; ver&eth;um ekki &quot;haltur lei&eth;ir fatla&eth;an&quot; &aacute; lau. &Eacute;g er btw h&ouml;lt eftir sm&aacute; slys &iacute; ungbarnasundi&nbsp;s&iacute;&eth;asta laugardag (don&acute;t ask sko) og &thorn;arf a&eth; f&aacute; sprautu &iacute; h&aelig;gra hn&eacute;&eth;. Finnur &thorn;arf a&eth; f&aacute; n&yacute;tt gifsi &thorn;ar sem hans n&uacute;verandi er meira svart en hv&iacute;tt.<br /><br />En j&aacute;, &thorn;a&eth; er bara allt &iacute; g&uacute;dd&iacute; en sem komi&eth; er. Finnur er reyndar eitthva&eth; slappur <strong>enn&thorn;&aacute;</strong> eftir helgina, en hann var nefnilega <strong>TEKINN</strong> og steggja&eth;ur &aacute; f&ouml;studaginn. Hlakka til a&eth; sj&aacute; v&iacute;dj&oacute;i&eth; af &thorn;v&iacute;!<br /><br />G&oacute;n&oacute;tt!</div>]]></description>
		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2007 23:48:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[8 dagar]]></title>
		<link>http://brudurin.bloggar.is/blogg/201947/8_dagar</link>
		<description><![CDATA[<div align="justify">&Iacute; dag eru tveir br&uacute;&eth;kaupshlutir &aacute; dagskr&aacute;. S&aelig;kja &ouml;ll nau&eth;synleg vottor&eth; &iacute; &THORN;j&oacute;&eth;skr&aacute; og fara til J&oacute;nu &iacute; litun og prufugrei&eth;slu. &THORN;a&eth; er allt &aacute; svo g&oacute;&eth;u r&oacute;li eftir power &thorn;ri&eth;judaginn a&eth; &eacute;g er eiginlega h&aelig;tt a&eth; vera stressu&eth;. Bara hress og r&oacute;leg sko.<br /><br />Annars &thorn;&aacute; er &eacute;g h&aelig;tt vi&eth; a&eth; vera br&uacute;n &aacute; br&uacute;&eth;kaupsdaginn. Hendurnar &aacute; m&eacute;r fylgja nefnilega ekki restinni, er me&eth; n&aelig;puhv&iacute;tar hendur en fagurbr&uacute;na handleggi, &thorn;etta er ekki alveg a&eth; virka sko. En &thorn;a&eth; er allt &iacute; kei <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-smile.gif" border="0" alt="Brosandi" title="Brosandi" width="18" height="18" />&nbsp;gaman a&eth; prufa &thorn;etta.<br /><br />N&uacute;na er &eacute;g a&eth; fara me&eth; litluna m&iacute;na til barnal&aelig;knis og svo fer h&uacute;n &aacute;samt systur sinni &iacute; p&ouml;ssun hj&aacute; m&ouml;mmu og Fr&iacute;&eth;u &aacute; me&eth;an &eacute;g fer &iacute; b&aelig;inn. N&oacute;g a&eth; gera...</div>]]></description>
		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2007 09:03:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Málinu reddað]]></title>
		<link>http://brudurin.bloggar.is/blogg/201195/Malinu_reddad</link>
		<description><![CDATA[<div align="justify">Eftir tv&aelig;r svefnlausar n&aelig;tur f&oacute;r &eacute;g &iacute; b&aelig;inn. &Eacute;g s.s. komst a&eth; &thorn;essu kj&oacute;ladrama &aacute; laugardaginn og hef ekki sofi&eth; d&uacute;r s&iacute;&eth;an! Helv... p&aacute;skar! Skipulagsfr&iacute;ki&eth; &eacute;g - vildi kl&aacute;ra d&aelig;mi&eth; strax daginn eftir en &thorn;urfti a&eth; <strong>b&iacute;&iacute;&iacute;&iacute;&eth;a</strong> tvo p&aacute;skadaga, &eacute;g var gj&ouml;rsamlega a&eth; eipa &aacute; &thorn;essu.<br /><br />Ennnn.... vi&eth; mamma f&oacute;rum &iacute; b&aelig;inn &iacute; g&aelig;rmorgun og &eacute;g hringdi &aacute; br&uacute;&eth;arkj&oacute;laleigurnar kl. 11:01 (strax eftir opnun)&nbsp;til a&eth; athuga hvort &thorn;&aelig;r svo &oacute;l&iacute;klega&nbsp;&aelig;ttu t&iacute;ma fyrir mig samd&aelig;gurs. Svo <strong>yndisleg</strong> kona &iacute; Tv&ouml; hj&ouml;rtu bau&eth; m&eacute;r a&eth; koma kl. 13, svo a&eth; vi&eth; &ouml;ndu&eth;um t&ouml;luvert l&eacute;ttar, vi&eth; mamma. F&oacute;rum bara a&eth; versla &iacute; Rekstrarv&ouml;rum, heims&oacute;ttum Finn &iacute; vinnuna og f&oacute;rum &uacute;t a&eth; bor&eth;a &aacute; me&eth;an vi&eth; bi&eth;um.<br /><br />Komum svo &iacute; Tv&ouml; hj&ouml;rtu r&eacute;tt r&uacute;mlega h&aacute;lfeitt - soldi&eth; snemma &iacute; &thorn;v&iacute; en komumst samt strax a&eth;. Og svo ger&eth;ist hi&eth; &oacute;tr&uacute;lega, fyrsti kj&oacute;llinn sem &eacute;g m&aacute;ta&eth;i var <strong>KJ&Oacute;LLINN!</strong> &THORN;a&eth; var engin spurning. &Eacute;g m&aacute;ta&eth;i fleiri og fleiri en var alltaf vissari og vissari me&eth; &thorn;ann fyrsta. H&aacute;lft&iacute;ma s&iacute;&eth;ar gekk &eacute;g &uacute;t, b&uacute;in a&eth; panta kj&oacute;linn og &THORN;UNGU FARGI AF OKKUR L&Eacute;TT! Sjitt sko. &Eacute;g var svoooo stressu&eth;. Fyndi&eth; l&iacute;ka a&eth; konan sag&eth;i okkur fr&aacute; &thorn;v&iacute; a&eth; kl. 11 hringdi &eacute;g fyrst, svo &ouml;nnur kona &iacute; s&ouml;mu vandr&aelig;&eth;um og var h&uacute;n l&iacute;ka a&eth; fara a&eth; gifta sig 21. apr&iacute;l. Fyndi&eth; <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-smile.gif" border="0" alt="Brosandi" title="Brosandi" width="18" height="18" /><br /><br />En &thorn;a&eth; n&aacute;&eth;ist s.s. a&eth; kl&aacute;ra &thorn;v&iacute;l&iacute;kan haug af atri&eth;um &iacute; g&aelig;r. Kj&oacute;llinn var st&aelig;rsti hausverkurinn, en vi&eth; mamma n&aacute;&eth;um l&iacute;ka a&eth; versla &iacute; terturnar, sokkabuxur &aacute; stelpurnar, b&oacute;ka neglur, lit &amp; plokk, br&uacute;nkusprautun, sta&eth;festa myndat&ouml;kuna, forr&eacute;ttinn, br&uacute;&eth;arv&ouml;ndinn, panta &aacute;fengi&eth;, redda &uacute;rbeiningu &aacute; kj&ouml;tinu, tala vi&eth; kokkinn&nbsp;og hringja &iacute; kirkjuna. Algj&ouml;r haugur af atri&eth;um b&uacute;inn og bara nokkur sm&aacute;atri&eth;i og hringingar eftir. Frekar n&aelig;s. N&uacute;na er &eacute;g bara komin &iacute; punti&eth;, f&oacute;r &iacute; br&uacute;nkusprautunina &iacute; dag og er n&uacute;na 5 t&iacute;mum s&iacute;&eth;ar or&eth;in fagurbr&uacute;n a&eth; lit. Engin spurning me&eth; &thorn;a&eth; a&eth; &eacute;g fer aftur &iacute; n&aelig;stu viku <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-cool.gif" border="0" alt="Svalur" title="Svalur" width="18" height="18" />&nbsp;&THORN;a&eth; ver&eth;ur enginn N&oacute;i alb&iacute;n&oacute;i sem gengur upp a&eth; altarinu eftir 10 daga <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-kiss.gif" border="0" alt="Koss" title="Koss" width="18" height="18" /></div>]]></description>
		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2007 21:14:03 +0000</pubDate>
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