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Frsluflokkur: Dgurml

Skila bara auu dag, en .........................

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reyndi samt nokkur netfng sem mr kom fyrst hug eins og bodull.is, aftaka.is, domari.is, serstakurbodull.is en Gggla ruglai bara tma steypu.

A lokum datt mr hug aGggla eitthva sambandi vi trygg, W00tori sem vi leitum a allt lfi samferamnnum vorum, en sitjum svo uppi me, sum hverskilningsvana grafarbakkanum.

arloksins fann Ggglahann,raua takkann.

Getur veri aTryggur.is hjlpi einhverjum v a taka endanlega kvrun, me v a taka ennan hnapp notkun.

Neeee er bara a velta essu fyrir mr nna, a er svo lti a gera.

En sji hvaessisegir.

Megi i eiga gan ESB-ICESAVE dag esskurnar mnar.............


A rast heimili.................

Picture 099eldsnemma morguns, vopnaur ryksugu, afurrkunarkltum, veglum ilmandi spuvatni fr jax ehf, hltur a gera daginn gan.

Alla vega vonast g til a geta sest niur vi myndvinnslu eftir tkin vi Rykmaura, L& c.o.

Nenni ekki a mtmla neinu dag frekar en fyrri daginn, svo g bara einn pott sem g arf a nota anna.

Kkti aeins stuttan rnt bloggi og fkk snert af glei vi lesturinn ar b.

En a sjlfsgu ekki mnumvinasum, v mnir bloggvinir eru tvaldir og eru ekki me gesfrslur.

Myndin ofanvert er af me and myself Vestfjararhlendinu fyrir 100 rum.

i eru rsnur.......................


Laugardagur til leti, ea mtmla?

IMG_0639Ekki spurnig, g ks letina.

Tk mig fstu kverkataki og drullaist vinnusta til ess a gramsa rlti rafmagnsds, tengda loftpressu sem slr alltaf t me eldglringum egar tt er ON. Veit alveg a g m etta ekki samkv. samningi lggiltra rafelisfringa og yfirvalda, en i fu hrur sem lesi etta haldi bara kjafti yfir essu, ok?

Eftir nokkur adrenaln stu og fingurbruna,s g a ekki var vi etta ri. maur s langsklagenginn bakari vantar mann oft skilning v hvernig rafmagn getur stundum lti eins og ffl.

Me fi hr og ran hjartsltt runnum vi Stri-rauur t a Stra-vita til ess a taka myndir af Litla-vita, sem aldrei ltur minni pokann fyrir gi... og , aldrei a vita.

Hafi svo ll dsamlegan laugardag ogkomi heil heim r mtmlum.................


egar Ell rmanns les fyrir mig.....................

images_673554.jpgfrttirnar daginn, lur mr vel. Hn hefur undura, svolti barnalega en samt skra rdd, ogskilarlestrinum kaflega velfr sr.

En eitt lt g samt fara pirrurnar mr (hvar sem r eru n). Hn segir alltaf lokin:

" Minnum Vsir pnktur is "

tti hn ekki a segja: " Minnum Vsi pnktur is"?

Jja er a fr.

Er viss um a hn svarar mr essu eigin persnu hr bloggi allra landsmanna. Not? GetLost

Minnum fellibyl og hryjuregn kvld og ntt...................


Dmum Ljsmur og helst steininn me r......

ea hva?

g tktvo litla raua galla upp r votta-pokanum fr fingardeildinni gr. Skyldu r mur hafa ftt laun einhverstaar niri kjallara?

Auvita er auvelt a a blanda tilfinningum inn essa kjaradeilu.

En tveir og hlfur hundrasundkall fyrir etta starf er hung.

Myndbandi vi essa frslu geri Lra Hannabloggvinkona .......... hver annar?


mbl.is Enda erum vi hrkutl
Tilkynna um vieigandi tengingu vi frtt

Bloggarar og athugasemdir - Hugsanatengd frsla n byrgar......

stupid-catVinslt: A kasta fram spurningu gefur oftastokkalega,ofbeldi, nauganir, barnan, slys, dmar yfirafbrotaflki, eymd annarra, dp og drykkja, klmfengi efni, og svo auvita arir bloggarar.

vinslt: Gnguferir, hjlreiatrar, vellan,tilfinningalegt rkidmi, stoli efni, mynd af Holtasley.

Athugasemdir vi blogg: Takk fyrir pistil, til hamingju, alveg sammla, kns, kossar, frbrt, yndislegt, tilfinningatkn, teiknimyndir og svo mjg oft pnu dmisaga af manni sjlfum tengslum vi fyrirsgn.

essa frslu m ekki afrita ea nota gegn hfundi nokkurn htt og alls ekki syngja hana rstefnuslum, flugvlum, lestum ea rum opinberum stum..........


g nota bloggi sem persnulega dagbk - Far frslur eru birtar opinberlega ar - Hinar eru geymdar.......

ormar Harri rastarsonog kannski tlaar til notkunar annar staar, fyrir ara, ea bara alls ekki.

a a geta hlai blogginu snu niur disk, og ssla me a ar, arf a komast gagni sem fyrst.

Mr var ekki alveg sama egar diskastan frga hrundi ur er fdusinn "niurhal bloggs" sem er von hj bloggamnnum, vri kominn gagni. J, g nota etta sem dagbk ar sem g skrifa allan fjandann sem mr dettur hug a og a skipti, og af v leiir a lesa m r hverri frslu svona nokkurnvegin hvernig manni lur og miar a skipti, en nota bene aeins far eru birtar.

g hef afskaplega gaman af a lesa flest bloggin mbl.blog, en sum pirra mig keng en les au samt aftur seinna. Hef lrt miki og margt hrna, til dmis a a koma hreint fram og segja hva manni finnst um einhverja srstaka persnu er oft, mjg oft teki annan htt en meiningin tti a vera. a flokkast rugglega undir eitthva undri, eins og rithefti ea eitthva gfulegt.

Mrg meilin hef gfengi uma a g s a eltast vi konur blogginu,en lkannur til hvatningar v a lra a skrifa gan texta og koma frmr efni sem skiljanlegastan htt.

hef g alveg lti vera a skjast eftir skriufllum heimskna, sem er raun auvelt a n, lka fyrir nrda eins og mig. Hef s a hr.

En hef veri bsna latur a kommetna frslur bloggvina minna, og bi forlts v. v allir vilja j f pnu athygli eftir glsilega skrifaar greinar.

tlai a a eftirfarandi grein sem g kki stundum egar g arf afrttara, en nennti v ekki nna.

Time in My Pocket

Written by Michael R. Boyter

It's been said that nothing disappears faster than money!

There have been times that I have had a fairly good amount of money in my pocket. This has usually been when I started out on a trip of some kind; a vacation for example.

Call it a false sense of security or maybe even laziness, but I usually never bother with keeping too close of a watch over how much money I have actually spent while on this trip. Just pull another twenty out of the ole pocket and move along.

"I've plenty of money", I think to myself.

A hotel room paid for here and another dinner there. Another twenty-dollar bill goes toward a souvenir and then don't forget about breakfast the next morning right before I fill up my car with fuel and hit the road again.

I reach a point in my trip that I begin to notice that the wad of twenty-dollar bills is unexpectedly smaller. Suddenly with great concern I hesitantly stop and count the money that is in my pocket. I'm afraid to actually know the answer.

I lament to myself that I should have been keeping better track. At the same time, I tell myself that, next time, I'll keep better track.

When I started out on the trip, I felt that I had plenty of money.

My mind races back, franticly. A feeling of defeated comes over me, as I try to retrace where all the money went! What follows is a sunken feeling, often accompanied by a big bought of depression. How could I let so much of it get away from me? I sit and wonder where it all has gone.

Consider now the years in your lifetime and compare them to the money in the above story. Can you see any comparisons?

It an aweful feeling when you cannot account completely for all the years you've lived. Where have all the years gone?

I just finished reading "The Notebook", written by my favorite author Nicholas Sparks. There is a passage near the end of that book that really made an impression on me and reinforced thoughts that I've always had about keeping journals and life stories.

The elderly central figure in the story is reflecting back over his life:

"I wonder what my daddy would think of my life.I HAVE NOT SEEN HIM FOR FIFTY YEARS and he is now but a shadow in my thoughts. I cannot picture him clearly anymore; his face is darkened as if a light shines from behind him. I am not sure if this is due to a failing memory or simply the passage of time. I have only one picture of him and this too has faded. In another ten years it will be gone and so will I, and his memory will be erased like a message in the sand. IF NOT FOR MY DIARIES, I WOULD SWEAR I HAD LIVED ONLY HALF AS LONG AS I HAVE. Long periods of my life seem to have vanished. And even now, I read the passages and wonder who I was when I wrote them, for I cannot remember the events of my life. THERE ARE TIMES I SIT AND WONDER WHERE IT ALL HAS GONE! "

Just as he could swear he'd lived only half the years he had, I would swear that I somehow should have had more money left. Since I failed to keep a record, I can no longer remember completely where all the money went.

Likewise the memories we have of our parents will surely fade to varying Degrees without taking measure to record stories and events from their lives; now while they are still alive. If our parents have passed on already, go to work at gathering all the memories of him or her from living relatives such as your aunts, uncles, brothers and sisters.

The memories and lives of our parents and grandparents are not completely gone until the last person with a memory of them, is also passed away. A story forgotten can never be retold!

I have long been a believer in keeping a journal or diary and preserving our life story, both for our own benefit and that of our children and our children's children.

Your life story should contain memories from your past, who you currently are and what you've done with your life so far. Also include what you presently believe, think, value, hope and dream for.

So take some time and write at least a little about your unique life. This undertaking will be the difference between contently looking back over your life and sadly swearing that you've only lived half the time that you have.

Happy is the man that can trace a line from the end of his life back to the beginning.

It's been said that nothing disappears faster than time!

Sko ef ert komin hinga er frslan bin adna kjninn inn.......


Engar krassandi frttir af rskum Dgum Akranesi.............

HPIM3122og allt v a akka segja menn, a tjaldsti vi Kalmannsvk var loka "unglingum" a 23ja ra aldri. Jja helduru bara, en ekki or um a meira.

Vi vorum bara kl v yfir helgina, vi fegin. Kktum vel skreytt, leiksvi vi Jaarsbakka gr. ar var margt og merkilegt a sj og reyna.

Blrur, hattar, andlitsmlning og hrikalegt tki sem fr htt upp lofti og datt svo niur.

"Bara fyrir stra krakka" sagi pabbinn.

"En g er str" sagi hn eftir a hafa klifra upp kanntstein.

HPIM3136Lukum deginum me sm sjnvarpsglpi og poppkorni. Svo var haldi rmi sitt og "pabbi tr einhverju gulu eyrun sn"

"Mig langar lka svona"

*ds og sofn.

HPIM3137Eftir a hafa skila barninu mnu lgheimili sitt, skrapp g einn rnt til aathuga hvort a vri virkilega ekkert krassandi eftir helgina hrna. urfti ekkert a leita mjg lengi.

Nennti ekki a taka etta og skila skilamuni, heldur tk bara niur GPS punktinn vna mn:66,45,02N og 45,22,17W.

r sl og blu Skaganum.........


rskir dagar Akranesi - Yngri en 23. ra f ekki agang........

Laundryog eim sem geta ekki snt fram a hafa greitt agangseyri, verur umsvifalaust vsa burt aan.

er a hreinu, takk fyrir.

g hef n reyndar ekki mynda mr skoun essum aldurstakmrkunum, en ef a er a virka rtta tt, er a bara hi besta ml. Bara spurning hver ttin er.

Htinni hefur veri fltt fr v sem ur hefur veri og verur hn haldin fyrstu vikuna jl a essu sinni.

A sjlfsgu verur rauhrasti slendingurinn valinn a vanda.

Koma svo allir helstu rauhausar landsins, mta n...............


Ni rifflinum egar mamma og pabbi voru ekki heima.........

Hugsog tk eina ltta fingu fyrir austan hs. Marki var rafmagnstaurarnir tveir sem stu saman me allt rafmagnsdrasli milli sn. Ekki fyrsta sinn sem minn ni rifflinum, en vissi svosem a a var alveg banna a leika sr me hann, og lka kindabyssuna.

Fr fljtlega a leiast paufi og kva a skjta bara sk upp lofti, ttina a nsta b.

a vri gaman a vita hvort einhverjum yri ekki brugi efriffilkla dytti niur vi lappir hans, var a sem flaug gegn um huga 10 ra gamals drengs fyrir mrgum rum.

HrturHrtur:Flk veit ekki hvernig a a taka r nna svo getur alveg eins komi me tvr skilabo. Notau tkifri og stuau allan heiminn.

Eins gott a minns bj ekki 101.

a held g................


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