<?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-5216435</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:50:09.149Z</updated><title type='text'>Fru Stalin tjair sig....</title><subtitle type='html'>Eiginkona daudans!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-109925041394615302</id><published>2004-10-31T19:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-31T19:20:13.946Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Komin með nýja bloggsíðu....www.blog.central.is/brunsafrunsa</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/109925041394615302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/109925041394615302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109925041394615302' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-109016137645963287</id><published>2004-07-18T14:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-18T14:36:16.460Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ég er... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/109016137645963287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/109016137645963287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109016137645963287' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-109015766928906581</id><published>2004-07-18T13:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-18T13:34:29.290Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Frúin komin í frí Loksins er hið langþráða sumarfrí komið.  Byrja í sumarfrí á morgun og mæti ekki aftur til vinnu fyrr en eftir verslunarmannahelgi.  Það er svo margt sem ég ætla að gera í fríinu og hef látið sitja á hakanum í langan tíma.  Hef alltaf verið að bíða eftir sumarfríinu, góð afsökun :-) Ég ætla að:fara á dekkjaverkstæði og láta gera við tvö dekkþrífa bílinnþrífa íbúðina hátt og </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/109015766928906581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/109015766928906581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109015766928906581' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-108895838924472478</id><published>2004-07-04T16:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-04T16:26:29.243Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Skömmum ausið yfir mann...Ég er bara skömmuð fyrir að vera hætt að blogga.  Alltaf sama sagan *grát*  Segir mér kannski bara hvað fólki finnst ég ómissandi.  Reyndar er ég svo hugmyndasnauð núna því mér er svo illt í maganum af þessum fjandans Freyju Risadraum sem ég var að troða í mig, æjæj á.Kem ferskari inn næst.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/108895838924472478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/108895838924472478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108895838924472478' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-108729275570722062</id><published>2004-06-15T09:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-06-15T09:45:55.706Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ég á afmæli í dag....ég á afmæli í dag, til hamingju Frú Stalín, þú átt afmæli í dag.Látum aldurinn liggja milli hluta. Finnst ég vera orðin kerling núna.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/108729275570722062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/108729275570722062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108729275570722062' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-108491857019587847</id><published>2004-05-18T22:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-05-18T22:16:39.523Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lönd sem ég hef heimsóttcreate your own visited country map or write about it on the open travel guide</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/108491857019587847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/108491857019587847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108491857019587847' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-108490223533751483</id><published>2004-05-18T17:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-05-18T17:43:55.336Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Og þá var kátt í höllinniÉg lenti í dálitlu drepfyndnu fyrr í dag. Fór með börnin á deildinni minni niður í bæ í smá ferð. Það er vaninn að fara með þau í smá lýðræðisfræðslu fyrir 17. júní ár hvert. Þá er farið í ráðhúsið að skoða stóra landakortið og er börnunum sagt frá landvættunum okkar, farið með þau á Arnarhól að skoða styttuna af Ingólfi og eins á Austurvöll að skoða hann Jón Sigurðsson</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/108490223533751483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/108490223533751483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108490223533751483' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-108461801341368711</id><published>2004-05-15T10:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-05-15T10:50:03.420Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EurovisionJæja nú er stóri dagurinn runninn upp.  Eurovision-keppnin í kvöld og allt að verða vitlaust.  Ætla að skella mér í grill til Ylfu systur og Valla.  María, Andri og Frosti koma þangað líka svo það verður feiknarinnar stuð á þeim bæ.  Ætlum að grilla lambalæri sem mamma og pabbi gáfu okkur, Ylfa býr til salat, María kemur með kartöflurétt og eftirrétt og ég fæ það hlutverk að búa til </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/108461801341368711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/108461801341368711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108461801341368711' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-108409084236524822</id><published>2004-05-09T08:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-05-09T08:25:05.466Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Takið prófiðYou are Barbapapa! Pink-cheeked, helpful, and warm,you are always lifting spirits up. Which Barbapapa Personality Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/108409084236524822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/108409084236524822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108409084236524822' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-108327464137477515</id><published>2004-04-29T21:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-29T21:41:31.920Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Einelti, einelti og aftur eineltiFólk er farið að leggja mig í einelti og þjarma að mér að skrifa eitthvað hér.  Ég þori nú ekki öðru þar sem ég vil ekki lenda í því að vera lamin :-)  Það nýjasta í mínu lífi er það að litli dásamlegi frændi minn er loks fæddur, klæddur og kominn á ról.  Ylfa ungaði út myndarlegum glókolli þann 27. apríl sem hefur verið nefndur Þorri.  Sniðugt þar sem María á</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/108327464137477515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/108327464137477515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108327464137477515' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-108169886010474927</id><published>2004-04-11T15:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-11T15:58:06.123Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gleðilega páskaGleðilega páska kæru vinir.  Njótið dagsins eins og ég ætla að gera.  Háma í mig hamborgarhrygg og fleiri góðra matvæla.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/108169886010474927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/108169886010474927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108169886010474927' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-108164416015922695</id><published>2004-04-11T00:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-11T00:46:25.530Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Næstum vond stelpaI am 46% evil.&lt;!-- Image here! --&gt;I could go either way. I have sinned quite a bit but I still have a bit of room for error. My life is a tug of war between good and evil.Are you evil? find out at Hilowitz.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/108164416015922695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/108164416015922695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108164416015922695' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-108163458096239317</id><published>2004-04-10T22:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-10T22:07:27.076Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HmmmmmFight Club! What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!) brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/108163458096239317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/108163458096239317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108163458096239317' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-108153545035048928</id><published>2004-04-09T18:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-10T20:54:01.716Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hó hóBætti tveimur bloggurum á listann hjá mér, þeim Rut og Elínu Ósk.  Hjálpar manni að fylgjast betur með þeim :-)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/108153545035048928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/108153545035048928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108153545035048928' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-108152830683872930</id><published>2004-04-09T16:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-09T16:35:30.606Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Páskar í nándJibbý skibbý, ég er komin í páskafrí.  Ætlaði bara að chilla með Villa á miðvikudagskvöldið en fékk þá einstakt boð.  Lína Twist bað mig að koma með sér á tónleika með engri annarri en Leoncie.  Hver sleppir slíku tækifæri?  Frúin, Lína Twist og Maxie hittust því í Skaftó og fengu sér smá að súpa.  Skelltum okkur svo á Nelly´s þar sem var meira að segja frítt inn á tónleikana.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/108152830683872930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/108152830683872930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108152830683872930' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-108109709139412502</id><published>2004-04-04T16:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-04T16:48:28.530Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Opið hús og óvissuferð hjá leikskólanumÍ gær var opið hús á leikskólanum frá kl. 10-12.  Það gekk mjög vel þrátt fyrir að færri hafi mætt en von var á.  Fólk sem skoðaði leikskólann var almennt mjög ánægt með þá starfsemi sem þar fer fram og fengum við mikið hrós fyrir starfið.  Eftir opna húsið var haldið í óvissuferð.  Fyrir mér var þetta kannski ekki beint óvissuferð þar sem ég er í </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/108109709139412502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/108109709139412502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108109709139412502' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-108040694336111138</id><published>2004-03-27T17:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-27T17:05:50.326Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sjaldséðir eru hvítir hrafnar....Ó mæ god hvað er langt síðan ég bloggaði.  Kæmi mér ekkert á óvart ef fólk hefur haldið að ég væri komin undir græna torfu.  Margar misgóðar ástæður fyrir bloggleysi mínu.  Sú fyrsta og stærsta er sú að Kiddi skilur tölvuna alltaf eftir í skólanum svo ég kemst svo gott sem aldrei á netið (er núna heima hjá parents).  Svo hef ég nöldrað örlítið í honum að koma </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/108040694336111138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/108040694336111138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108040694336111138' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-107780613276239182</id><published>2004-02-26T14:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-26T14:53:42.263Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Veik.isÞað er alveg óþolandi að vinna á leikskóla því maður grípur allar þær pestir sem eru að ganga.  Undanfarið hafa börnin verið að fá í magann og auðvitað gat ég ekki verið öðruvísi.  Vaknaði upp í nótt við það að mér var ferlega illt í maganum en leiddi það hjá mér. Gat ekki farið að vera veik þar sem ég opna leikskólann á morgnanna þessa vikuna. Það hefði verið hrikalegt ef foreldrarnir </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107780613276239182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107780613276239182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107780613276239182' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-107747387138816557</id><published>2004-02-22T18:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-26T09:58:57.733Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Smá prufaMaggi bróðir var að kenna mér að setja inn myndir á síðuna og ætla ég að prófa hvort sú kennslustund hafi virkað á mig.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107747387138816557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107747387138816557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107747387138816557' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-107689153253113465</id><published>2004-02-16T00:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-16T00:34:45.496Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Svona upp á djókið :o)You're Soroity Slut Barbie!  You're easy and you'rereally cheesy!  Have fun with the entirefootball team. If You Were A Barbie, Which Messed Up Version Would You Be? brought to you by QuizillaYou are going to Marry orlando Bloom. He willalways treat you right and is very romantic. Hewill do anything for you. He is very polite andhas deep brown eyes and is very good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107689153253113465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107689153253113465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107689153253113465' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-107669464820030950</id><published>2004-02-13T17:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-13T17:53:17.746Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Exótík í matargerð hjá Leikskólum ReykjavíkurFékk alveg ótrúlega furðulegan hádegismat á leikskólanum í dag.  Ég vissi að það ætti að vera heitur pastaréttur í matinn og hafði í raun ekki hugmynd um hvað matráðurinn ætlaði að bjóða okkur upp á þetta sinn.  Inn á deild kemur svo maturinn.  Eldfast mót sem innihélt réttinn og þegar ég hafði skammtað mér á disk sá ég hvað þetta var.  Rétturinn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107669464820030950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107669464820030950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107669464820030950' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-107661827453751857</id><published>2004-02-12T20:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-13T18:01:54.030Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MonsterEr eitthvað óvenju þreytt þessa dagana.  Var við það að fara upp í rúm að sofa kl. 18 í gær þegar ég brá frekar á það ráð að skella mér í bíó til að halda mér vakandi.  Ástkær systir mín mælti með myndinni Monster og þar sem hún er based on a true story ákvað ég að fara á hana.  Þeir sem þekkja mig vel vita það að ég missi aldrei af mynd sem er "beisuð" eins og við systurnar kjósum að </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107661827453751857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107661827453751857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107661827453751857' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-107624765681849141</id><published>2004-02-08T13:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-08T13:43:19.763Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pilsner.isÞað endaði nú með því að ég fór í þetta Framsóknarflokkspartý í gærkvöldi.  Það var nú alveg ágætt, frítt hvítvín &amp; bjór, og svo spilaði einhver hljómsveit sem heitir Mát. Tóku skemmtileg hermilög.  Þegar líða tók á kvöldið voru við Inga Magga búnar að mæla okkur mót. Hún var í afmæli á skemmtistað svo ég ákvað að fara þangað.  Lenti í rosalangri röð en var varla búin að koma mér </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107624765681849141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107624765681849141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107624765681849141' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-107618723772692831</id><published>2004-02-07T20:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-07T20:56:19.390Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Merkilegt hvað tíminn getur flogið áframMér brá ekkert smávegis mikið þegar ég tók eftir því að klukkan er að banka í 21, nánar tiltekið 20:43!  Hvað varð um þennan laugardag?  Hef gjörsamlega gleymt mér við smá vinnu sem ég get ekki talað um hér því ég er að útbúa afmælisgjöf fyrir Maríu og hún má ekki vita hvað það er :o)  Þetta verkefni hefur gjörsamlega stolið þessum laugardegi frá mér.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107618723772692831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107618723772692831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107618723772692831' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-107575348017965415</id><published>2004-02-02T20:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-02T20:26:55.700Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Endalaus hamingjaLoksins kom að því, María vinkona átti barnið sitt eftir að hafa farið 9 daga fram yfir.  Drengurinn fæddist laust eftir hádegi sunnudaginn 1. febrúar eftir að daman var send í bráðakeisara.  Mér líður eins og ég hafi verið að vinna stærsta vinninginn í Víkingalottó. Pilturinn var 53,5 cm og 15 merkur og er víst alveg eins og María í útliti. Ekki er leiðum að líkjast segi ég nú</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107575348017965415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107575348017965415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107575348017965415' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-107487261276842714</id><published>2004-01-23T15:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-23T15:45:34.466Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ha ha ha'Deeply Disturbed'   PLEASE VOTE!!! What Type of Lunatic are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107487261276842714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107487261276842714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107487261276842714' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-107487137297509369</id><published>2004-01-23T15:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-23T15:34:38.106Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kona eigi einsömulVar að tala við Maríu, sem er by the way er sett í dag.  Við vorum þvílíkt að pirra okkur á íslenskum málfarsvillum og setnigarfræðilegum villum.  Hljómuðum eins og bitrir, gamlir íslenskukennarar sem búa á Hrafnistu og hafa ekkert annað að gera en að pirra okkur á málfari hinnar íslensku æsku.  Út frá þessu fórum við að spá í þau orð sem eru notuð yfir barnshafandi konur og </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107487137297509369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107487137297509369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107487137297509369' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-107476716436777735</id><published>2004-01-22T10:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-22T10:28:04.686Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sko mína!!Reincarnation: You are nice enough to go to heaven,but Earth won't be as fun without you. So youshall come back as someone or something else.As a real optimist and lighthearted person, youalways see the good in things. People probablyrespect you for your wonderful personality andlove for life. People like you make the world ahappier place (please rate my quiz) **Where will you go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107476716436777735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107476716436777735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107476716436777735' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-107256922064767831</id><published>2003-12-27T23:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-27T23:55:07.030Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sniðugt test sem ég sá á blogginu hjá Maríu.What Classic Movie Are You?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107256922064767831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107256922064767831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107256922064767831' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-107153428154055218</id><published>2003-12-16T00:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-16T00:26:50.983Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Smá skemmtilegheit í desembermánuðiRakst á þetta á netinu í dag og verð að segja að ég hafði smá gaman að þessu. Þrjátíu og sjö algeng mistök karlmanna í rúminu Vertu betri elskuhugi ? hér eru nokkur ráð frá konum.... 1. Kyssa konuna ekki nógGóður og langur koss er stór hluti af forleiknum. Ef þú ert að flýta þér það mikið að þú gleymir að sinna kossahlutanum er líklegt að þú náir ekki </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107153428154055218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107153428154055218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107153428154055218' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-107133316674336011</id><published>2003-12-13T16:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-14T23:23:17.170Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Idol gærkvöldsinsKom mér vel fyrir framan sjóvarpstækið heima hjá foreldrum mínum í gærkvöldi.  Mamma var búin að kaupa snakk og fleira góðgæti og vorum við tvíburasysturnar og mamma mjög spenntar að fá að sjá Jón Sig detta út úr keppninni.  Nú hlaut að koma að því. Gladdist ég mjög þegar ég áttaði mig á því að hann yrði annar maður á svið því ég var orðin svo spennt.  Þegar maðurinn kom á </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107133316674336011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107133316674336011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107133316674336011' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-107132914084147247</id><published>2003-12-13T15:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-13T15:26:48.750Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ó mæ gooood!!What Famous Leader Are You?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107132914084147247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107132914084147247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107132914084147247' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-107126014882784809</id><published>2003-12-12T20:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-12T20:17:37.250Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IdoliðNú fara 7 manna úrslitin að skella á og ætla ég sko alls ekki að missa af því.  Nú á hann Jón Sig eftir að njóta sín fyrst hann má syngja eitthvað með Bee Gees, þar passar hans mjóróma og háa rödd vel inn.  Spái því samt að maðurinn detti út í kvöld því að mínu mati á hann ekkert erindi svona langt í keppnina.  En við spyrjum að leikslokum!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107126014882784809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107126014882784809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107126014882784809' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-10704706040830730</id><published>2003-12-03T16:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-03T16:57:38.483Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Já há, það var aldeilis!!!!Forrest Gump! What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!) brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/10704706040830730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/10704706040830730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#10704706040830730' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-107046844934506558</id><published>2003-12-03T16:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-03T16:21:44.216Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Enn á lífi!!Vildi bara láta þá vita sem héldu kannski að ég hefði látist af slysförum þá er ég enn á lífi.  Þetta var nú ekki meira en bara heilahristingur og hálstognun.  En eins og flestir vita þá er ekki hollt fyrir hálsmeiðslasjúklinga að sitja við tölvuna allan daginn.  Er þetta ekki góð afsökun?  (já já ekkert svona, ég er bara online þó ég sé ekki við :o) ).  Eins og margir vita er </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107046844934506558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/107046844934506558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107046844934506558' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-106873345634268684</id><published>2003-11-13T14:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-02T21:28:39.326Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sævar frændi fimmtugur í dagVil byrja á að óska Sævari frænda til hamingju með fimmtugs afmælið þó ég geri fastlega ráð fyrir því að hann komi aldrei til með að lesa þetta.  Hann verður með afmælisveislu í kvöld uppi á Skaga og er ég farin að hlakka mikið til.  Er orðin svo leið á að hanga heima með minn tognaða háls (eins gott að mamma lesi þetta ekki því hún er búin að harðbanna mér að sitja </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/106873345634268684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/106873345634268684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106873345634268684' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-106859561412087974</id><published>2003-11-12T00:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-12T00:07:19.716Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/106859561412087974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/106859561412087974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106859561412087974' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-106859379836688812</id><published>2003-11-11T23:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-12T00:07:55.110Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Er þetta hægt?Nánast það eina sem ég hef borðað í allan dag er súkkulaði, fyrir utan normalbrauðið og vondu Sómalanglokuna.  Og það eina sem við langar í núna er súkkulaði.  Ég bara skil ekkert í þessu.  Kannski ég fái mér bara súkkulaðiís í staðinn, til að vera dálítið wild og breyta til. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/106859379836688812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/106859379836688812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106859379836688812' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-106851531116371351</id><published>2003-11-11T01:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-11T19:13:18.450Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Smiling Smiley Which MSN smiley are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/106851531116371351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/106851531116371351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106851531116371351' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-106804208983450885</id><published>2003-11-05T14:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-05T14:21:46.873Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hin seinheppna Frú StalínAlveg hreint get ég verið ótrúleg.  Þeir sem þekkja mig vel vita að ég get átt það til að vera algjör klaufi og ansi seinheppin eins og ástkær bróðir minn orðaði það í gær.  Í gær var langur dagur í vinnunni sem þýðir það að börnin komu til okkar kl. 8:00 um morguninn en ekki kl. 13:20/14:00 eins og vanalega. Stafaði þetta af því að það var foreldradagur í skólanum.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/106804208983450885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/106804208983450885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106804208983450885' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-106694200533251873</id><published>2003-10-23T20:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-23T20:46:44.840Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sníkjudýr.isÍ morgun fór ég í geðveikan sníkileiðangur með vinnufélaga mínum, henni Ingrid Marit, eða Ingu Möggu eins og hún vill frekar láta kalla sig. Byrjuðum á að fara alveg brattar niður í Kassagerð.  Skelltum okkur inn þar sem voru tveir karlmenn að starfa sem símadömur. Þurftum að bíða í töluverðan tíma þar til annar þeirra, sá sem leit út eins og hundur, leit upp og bauð okkur aðstoð </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/106694200533251873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/106694200533251873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106694200533251873' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-106647741994605327</id><published>2003-10-18T11:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-18T11:43:39.680Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hvað árstíð ertu?You're Most Like The Season Autumn ...You're warm, and the most approachable. You havethat gentle prescence about you. People canrelate to you, and find you easy company.However it's likely you've been hurt in thepast and it has left you scarred so things canbecome rather chilly with you at times. Beingthe third Season in, you're mature, trustworthyand loyal to your friends </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/106647741994605327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/106647741994605327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106647741994605327' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-106613746860715592</id><published>2003-10-14T13:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-15T09:46:18.826Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lengi má vont versnaNú er það gjörsamlega hrunið.  Þessi dagur er algjörlega vonlaus.  Byrjaði morguninn á að vorkenna mér smá yfir þessum veikindum.  Ákvað svo að reyna að gera eitthvað í málunum svo ég ætlaði að fá mér heitt te, en viti menn.  Haldið þið ekki að frúnni takist að hella sjóðandi heitu vatni yfir lófann sinn.  Brenndi mig frekar mikið og er rauð inni í lófanum með blöðrur.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/106613746860715592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/106613746860715592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106613746860715592' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-106613242255115119</id><published>2003-10-14T11:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-14T11:53:41.986Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ó mæ god!!!!My inner child is six years old!Look what I can do!  I can walk, I can run, I canread! I like to do stuff, and there's a wholebig world out there to do it in.  Just so longas I can take my blankie and my Mommy and mythree best friends with me, of course. How Old is Your Inner Child? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/106613242255115119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/106613242255115119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106613242255115119' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-106611914041011714</id><published>2003-10-14T08:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-14T08:12:20.483Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fréttir af frúnniMér er nú ekki farið að standa á sama núna.  Frúin er ennþá veik.  Mætti til vinnu á föstudaginn en fór eitthvað aðeins fyrr heim því ég var svo slöpp.  Lá svo veik heima alla helgina, var engan veginn nógu góð til að mæta til vinnu í gærdag en skánaði með kvöldinu.  Fór vongóð að sofa og bjóst við að mæta til vinnu í dag, en þegar ég vaknaði leið mér bölvanlega.  Get varla </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/106611914041011714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/106611914041011714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106611914041011714' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-106572478352414354</id><published>2003-10-09T18:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-09T19:05:08.463Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fársjúk frúinNú hangi ég lasin heima og get ekki sagt að ég sé hress með það.  Hef aldrei lent í því áður að vera bæði með ælupest og hálsbólgu. Þetta er viðbjóður saman :o(  Og ekki get ég sagt að mér finnist gaman að hanga svona heima. Leiðist það mikið að ég var farin að horfa á Stundina okkar í sjónvarpinu.   Ég legg það ekki í vana minn að horfa á þennan þátt en kannski gott að ég skyldi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/106572478352414354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/106572478352414354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106572478352414354' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-106572204339266374</id><published>2003-10-09T17:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-09T18:02:22.496Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Web-site are you?you are google.com! thats my favorite search place! what web site are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/106572204339266374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/106572204339266374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106572204339266374' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-106563663638979204</id><published>2003-10-08T18:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-08T18:10:36.380Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reunion.isÁ laugardaginn var fór ég á reunion og hitti marga af gömlu gagnfræðaskólabekkjarfélögunum í fyrsta sinn í 10 ár. Byrjaði á að fara heim til Ástu Bjargar en hana hafði ég ekki séð í 10 ár og er ekki viss um að ég hefði þekkt hana úti á götu. Þangað komu Ylfa, Guðrún Sella, Bergdís, Gulla og Hjördís.  Mér fannst svo skrýtið að þrátt fyrir að hafa ekki hitt Gullu og Hjördísi í mörg, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/106563663638979204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/106563663638979204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106563663638979204' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-10648785338340233</id><published>2003-09-29T23:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-29T23:35:33.673Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which 80´s Song Fits You?"Sweet Dreams" (by Eurythmics)Sweet dreams are made of thisWho am I to disagree?Travel the world and the seven seasEverybody's looking for somethingSome of them want to use youSome of them want to get used by youSome of them want to abuse youSome of them want to be abused Which 80's Song Fits You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/10648785338340233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/10648785338340233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#10648785338340233' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-106370559335244626</id><published>2003-09-16T09:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-16T09:46:33.046Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Frúin að mýkjastÉg veit ekki alveg hvað er að koma yfir mig.  Mér sem alltaf finnst öll börn vera svo illa uppalin, frek og erfið. En nú er annað hljóð í mér.  Í dag starfa ég með tæplega 30 börnum dag hvern og mér finnst þau öll alveg yndisleg, blíð og góð. Annað starfsfólk er ekki á sama máli og ég, og hafa frekar þá skoðun á börnunum sem ég var vön að hafa hér áður fyrr. Alltaf gaman þegar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/106370559335244626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/106370559335244626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106370559335244626' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-106342330183994903</id><published>2003-09-13T03:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-13T03:21:41.803Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Rainbow Brite kid are you? By Growing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/106342330183994903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/106342330183994903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106342330183994903' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-106252897099904413</id><published>2003-09-02T18:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-02T18:56:11.710Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Langt sumarfríÉg held að ég hafi aldrei tekið mér eins langt sumarfrí og ég hef gert með þetta blogg. Ekki laust við að ég skammist mín!!  En það hefur margt á daga mína drifið síðan síðast.  Í fyrsta lagi þá útskrifaðist ég úr Kennó og er orðinn grunnskólakennari.  Litla stelpan er loksins orðin stór og fullþroska kona. Var svo að vinna sem yfirmaður á leikjanámskeiði í sumar en hef nú hafið </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/106252897099904413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/106252897099904413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106252897099904413' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-94696795</id><published>2003-05-21T18:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-21T18:16:20.906Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Úrslitin eru loksins komin.......Keppninni er formlega lokið og raðast á eftirfarandi hátt í verðlaunasætin:1. Trausti hrausti2. Ásdís3. RagnhildurVil ég óska sigurvegaranum til hamingju með það að hljóta titilinn Hálfviti í einn dag. Trausti þú verður að rukka mig um verðlaun í sumar :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/94696795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/94696795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94696795' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-94497726</id><published>2003-05-17T13:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-17T13:57:00.490Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Úrslit í nándNú fer að líða að því að ég tilkynni úrslitin í keppninni.  Það fer hver að verða síðastur að skella inn sínu atkvæði því á morgun hefst talningin.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/94497726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/94497726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94497726' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-93950005</id><published>2003-05-07T21:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-07T21:22:41.673Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>KosningarTil að geta kosið ráðlegg ég ykkur að lesa sögurnar í gestabókinni. &lt;!-- The following line of code must be on one line, it can not wrap // --&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/93950005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/93950005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93950005' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-93698638</id><published>2003-05-03T10:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-03T10:03:02.113Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It´s aliveMig langaði bara að segja ykkur að ég er á lífi.  Það eru eflaust margir sem hafa haft áhyggjur af mér þar sem ég hef verið pretty innilokuð undanfarna daga.  En núna er fjandinn laus þar sem Frú Stalín var að klára lokaverkefnið sitt við Kennaraháskóla Íslands.  Jibbý!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Þannig að ég vil ítreka það að það er allt í lagi með mig, ég er sprelllifandi.  Reyndar gæti það </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/93698638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/93698638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93698638' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-93365146</id><published>2003-04-27T23:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-27T23:39:27.763Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Það vantar ekki !!!!!!pretty fucked. what fucked version of hello kittie are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/93365146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/93365146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93365146' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-93250257</id><published>2003-04-25T17:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-25T17:20:04.983Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hálfviti í einn dag....Ég horfði á Jay Leno í gærkvöldi.  Þar voru tekin viðtöl við fólk sem hafði gert sig að geðveiku fífli einhvern tímann á ævinni.  Þetta fékk mig til þess að hugsa dálítið út í það hvort ég hefði einhvern tímann gert mig að brjáluðu fífli, en gat ekki munað eftir einu einasta skipti.  Spurði Maxterinn hvort hann myndi eftir einhverju skipti sem hann hefði gert sig að fífli</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/93250257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/93250257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93250257' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-92982856</id><published>2003-04-21T14:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-21T19:12:01.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ný atvinnaEr að spá í að fara að vinna fyrir mér sem strippari.  Hér kemur hugmynd að strippnafni:Shirley Temple-- you're cute around people butnaughty when you get away from the crowd What's your stripper name? (female) brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/92982856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/92982856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92982856' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-92982134</id><published>2003-04-21T14:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-21T14:03:50.496Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Djamm dauðansVill einhver segja mér af hverju er svona leiðinlegt að fara á djammið ??????????  Það er enginn staður í allri Reykjavík sem er eitthvað varið í !!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/92982134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/92982134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92982134' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-92840711</id><published>2003-04-18T15:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-18T15:29:31.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>KærleiksbirnirnirHver man ekki eftir Kærleiksbjörnunum ??  Sem krakki mátti ég ekki missa af einum einasta þætti.  Ég gleymi því aldrei þegar ég fór einhvern tímann í heimsókn til ömmu og afa og fékk að horfa á Kærleiksbjarnarþátt í gegnum gervihnattardiskinn þeirra.  Mér fannst þetta þvílíkt sport og var búin að monta mig lengi af þessu við vinkonur mínar sem ekki bjuggu svo vel að geta horft </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/92840711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/92840711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92840711' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-92839710</id><published>2003-04-18T15:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-18T15:04:31.483Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Föstudagurinn langiÉg held ég sé farin að skilja af hverju dagurinn í dag kallast föstudagurinn langi.  Þessi dagur er svei mér lengi að líða og ég er farin að halda að hann taki engan enda.  Ég er bara búin að vera vakandi í 3 klukkutíma en líður eins og þetta séu 3 vikur.  Á þessum stutta tíma er ég búin að gera ógeðslega margt, m.a. að læra alveg helling, hjálpa mömmu að baka, horfa smá á </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/92839710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/92839710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92839710' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-92754311</id><published>2003-04-17T02:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-17T11:41:55.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nema hvað !!!!!!Var að taka próf sem ég fékk dásamlega niðurstöðu úr :)  Þið skiljið nú af hverju, er það ekki ?  Er hann ekki sætur ????  Hann er svo góðlegur til augnanna og með glettið bros á vör.  Er ekki sagt að augun séu spegill sálarinnar ?Which Soviet Leader are you? go to:the quiz!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/92754311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/92754311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92754311' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-92753851</id><published>2003-04-17T02:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-17T02:49:49.123Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Áhugavert eða hvað....????Tók ákaflega skemmtilegt próf á netinu og fékk út þessa niðurstöðu.  Vildi deila henni með ykkur :)  Meðan systir mín tekur próf um hvað stjórnmálaflokk hún eigi að kjósa er ég öll í kláminu :)What kind of porno would you star in?Gangbang movie! You're such a horndog! You can'tget enough sex! You've been around the block.People might even go so far as to call you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/92753851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/92753851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92753851' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-92752781</id><published>2003-04-17T02:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-17T02:29:49.873Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Frú Stalín í DanaveldiÞað er löngu orðið tímabært að ég segi ykkur lítillega frá Danmerkurferð minni, áður en ég gleymi því sem átti sér stað.  Ég held að það sé best að byrja á byrjuninni….Fimmtudagskvöldið 3. aprílEinhverra hluta vegna tókst ástkærum bróður mínum að draga mig á Gullöldina í smá upphitun fyrir komandi átök.  Ég skellti mér þangað en þar voru fyrir Guðrún, Elín og Stulli í </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/92752781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/92752781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92752781' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-92215365</id><published>2003-04-08T11:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-08T11:48:25.420Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fyrir Leiðarljóss-aðdáendurNadine Cooper Lewis: Thu ert fyrrverandi trailertrash sem giftist upp fyrir thig og ertstanslaust ad reyna ad thoknast kallinumthinum, sem vill samt bara skilja vid thig. Thuert ekki allt of gafud og reynir ad baeta uppfyrir gafurnar med ymsum radum, en yfirleitttil einskis. Hvada Leidarljos karakter ertu? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/92215365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/92215365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92215365' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-91908931</id><published>2003-04-03T12:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-03T12:16:14.966Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Halló Köben !!!!!!!Eftir einn sólarhring verð ég stödd á Strikinu að sötra bjór, löngu búin að koma mér fyrir á hótelinu og verð á fullu að leggja línurnar fyrir kvöldið.  Ég get vart beðið !!  Þegar ég kem svo til baka næsta sunnudag er ég viss um að ég hef margt að segja ykkur.  Ég vil enda á því að óska sjálfri mér góðrar ferðar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/91908931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/91908931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91908931' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-91908811</id><published>2003-04-03T12:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-03T12:14:23.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ég er ........What Drink Are You?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/91908811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/91908811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91908811' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-91801922</id><published>2003-04-01T23:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-01T23:23:17.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aldrei lognmolla í kringum Frú StalínTil að friða samvisku mína verð ég að skrifa eitthvað með reglulegu millibili.  Þar sem ragnhildur.is fær ALDREI e-mail frá mér getur hún bara lesið um líf mitt hér.  Hún situr greyið alein í Gammökku og saknar mín þvílíkt og ég læt ekkert í mér heyra.  Ég ætti að skammast mín !!!!!!  Skellti mér í Ásatrúarfélagið síðasta laugardag.  Við Ásdís ætluðum sko </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/91801922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/91801922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91801922' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-91610680</id><published>2003-03-29T18:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-29T18:02:49.576Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vildi athuga hvort ég yrði sama týpa og systa, en svo reyndist ekki !!! Hvað er að gerast ????I'm Joey Tribbiani from Friends!Take the Friends Quiz here.created by stomps.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/91610680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/91610680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91610680' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-91598689</id><published>2003-03-29T11:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-29T11:40:51.546Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ég ætlaði ekki að verða eldri þegar mamma tók neðangreint próf og reyndist vera Slobodan Milosevic !!!  Það er í sjálfu sér ekki mjög fyndið en viðbrögðin hjá henni !  Það var eins og ég hefði verið að segja henni að ég væri öfug og hefði nýlega hafið sambúð með Bryndísi Schram.  Þvílíkt var áfallið !!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/91598689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/91598689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91598689' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-91597553</id><published>2003-03-29T10:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-29T11:04:00.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Til að hafa síðuna aðeins fermingarstúlkulegri ákvað ég að skella enn einu testinu inn.  Ég verð nú að segja að ég er ekki sátt við þessa útkomu.  Hef tekið þetta próf áður og reyndist þá vera Fidel Castro, sem ég tel vera skárri kost!  Kannski er það bara dagsformið :)You managed to piss off western countries by killing innocent people to get you're hands on oil fields that don't belong to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/91597553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/91597553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91597553' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-91577655</id><published>2003-03-29T01:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-29T01:07:53.170Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hún á afmæli í dag, hún á afmæli í dagMaría vinkona, öðru nafni Sænska-María, á afmæli í dag og vil ég óska henni til hamingju með afmælið.  Til lukku með árin tuttugu og fjögur !!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/91577655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/91577655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91577655' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-91577402</id><published>2003-03-29T01:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-29T01:03:03.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>KlausturlífAldrei hélt ég að ég myndi gera þetta – að fara að blogga.  En þar sem ég hef alla tíð hermt eftir stóru systur minni varð ég líka að gera það núna.  Hún fær engan frið fyrir mér.  Ég veit aftur á móti að hún á eftir að vera iðnari við þetta en ég.  Svo mikið er víst.Það var ekki laust við það að ég væri timbruð þegar ég vaknaði í morgun.  Skellti mér á kaffihús með vinkonunum í gær</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/91577402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/91577402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91577402' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-91562159</id><published>2003-03-28T19:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-28T19:41:34.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Þó ég sé ekki sama kaffi og systa þá reynist ég hafa sömu Evrópubúa-tendensa og hún.  Við erum svo líkar :)You are a Dubliner. What's your Inner European? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/91562159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/91562159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91562159' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-91560941</id><published>2003-03-28T19:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-28T19:10:58.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Samkvæmt kaffiprófinu er ég Latte!og samanstend af tvöföldum espresso og flóaðri mjólk.Hvernig kaffi ert þú eiginlega?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/91560941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/91560941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91560941' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216435.post-91555781</id><published>2003-03-28T17:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-28T18:08:53.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...Á dauða mínum átti ég von á....Kellingin bara farin að blogga... Linkur á aðalkallinn hérna! Og svo er aðalkellingin hérna... Keep it in the family :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/91555781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216435/posts/default/91555781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustalin.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91555781' title=''/><author><name>Fru Stalin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319726228934751952</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></entry></feed>
