﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Boston</title><link>http://boston.blogcentral.is/</link><description /><copyright>(c) 2007, BlogCentral.is, All rights reserved.</copyright><ttl>60</ttl><item><title>Gott ár</title><description>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="4"&gt;&amp;Aacute;ri&amp;eth; er b&amp;uacute;i&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; vera mj&amp;ouml;g gott og minnisst&amp;aelig;tt fyrir mig, h&amp;aacute;pukntur &amp;aacute;rsins er Boston fer&amp;eth;in og allt &amp;iacute; kringum hana, s&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an m&amp;aacute; ekki gleyma Haust&amp;ouml;nn 2007 vi&amp;eth; Mentask&amp;oacute;lann &amp;aacute; Egilsst&amp;ouml;&amp;eth;um, eins og h&amp;eacute;r kom fram fyrr &amp;iacute; &amp;thorn;essum m&amp;aacute;nu&amp;eth;i n&amp;aacute;&amp;eth;i &amp;eacute;g &amp;ouml;llum &amp;aacute;f&amp;ouml;ngum &amp;iacute; ME og er afar stoltur af m&amp;eacute;r vegna &amp;thorn;ess a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g missti allt a&amp;eth; m&amp;aacute;nu&amp;eth; &amp;uacute;r sk&amp;oacute;lanum vegna Boston fer&amp;eth;arinnar. &lt;br /&gt;Annars er ekkert b&amp;uacute;i&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; gerast &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;essu &amp;aacute;ri nema sm&amp;aacute; &amp;iacute; &amp;iacute;&amp;thorn;r&amp;oacute;ttum, Ei&amp;eth;ur Sm&amp;aacute;ri feitabolla &amp;iacute; Barcelona var&amp;eth; ekki knattspyrnuma&amp;eth;ur &amp;aacute;rsins og ekki heldur &amp;Iacute;&amp;thorn;r&amp;oacute;ttama&amp;eth;ur &amp;aacute;rsins &amp;aacute; &amp;Iacute;sl, s&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an var&amp;eth; Man Utd Enskur meistari og C. Ronaldo var&amp;eth; kj&amp;ouml;rinn leikma&amp;eth;ur &amp;aacute;rsins og ungi leikma&amp;eth;ur &amp;aacute;rsins &amp;iacute; ensku deildinni og var&amp;eth; &amp;iacute; topp 3. &amp;iacute; kj&amp;ouml;ri besti f&amp;oacute;tboltama&amp;eth;ur heims. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="4"&gt;&amp;Aacute;ram&amp;oacute;taheitin m&amp;iacute;n eru a&amp;eth; l&amp;aelig;knast &amp;iacute; hjartanu og n&amp;aacute; g&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;u &amp;iacute; ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="4"&gt;Gle&amp;eth;ilegt n&amp;yacute;tt &amp;aacute;r &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="4"&gt;og &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="4"&gt;takk fyrir &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; gamla. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="4"&gt;Takk Takk Kv. Guggi sem var &amp;iacute; Boston.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://boston.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/12/31/gott-ar/</link><guid>http://boston.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/12/31/gott-ar/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2007 17:39:20 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Niðurstöður úr hollter línuriti</title><description>&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Veit ekki hvort &amp;thorn;etta eru g&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;ar e&amp;eth;a sl&amp;aelig;mar fr&amp;eacute;ttir, sennilega sl&amp;aelig;mar en veit ekki. Mamma tala&amp;eth;i vi&amp;eth; &amp;Oacute;ttar &amp;iacute; g&amp;aelig;r og hann sag&amp;eth;ist halda a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;etta v&amp;aelig;ri eitthva&amp;eth; anna&amp;eth; en &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; sem var veri&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; laga &amp;iacute; Boston en sag&amp;eth;ist ekki vera 100% viss. Hr&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;mar f&amp;aelig;r hollter l&amp;iacute;nuriti&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;annig &amp;thorn;etta kemur sennilega &amp;iacute; lj&amp;oacute;s &amp;aacute; f&amp;ouml;studaginn. L&amp;aelig;t ekkur vita &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute;. &lt;strong&gt;&amp;Iacute; g&amp;aelig;r var l&amp;iacute;ka&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;einn m&amp;aacute;nu&amp;eth;ur s&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an &amp;eacute;g f&amp;oacute;r til Boston &amp;iacute; a&amp;eth;ger&amp;eth;ina. &lt;/strong&gt;Er b&amp;uacute;inn a&amp;eth; vera eins og vikuna &amp;aacute; undan.:frown:.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Allt a&amp;eth; gerast &amp;aacute; Egilst&amp;ouml;&amp;eth;um &amp;iacute; g&amp;aelig;r kv&amp;ouml;ldi. http://www.mbl.is/mm/frettir/frett.html?nid=1301259&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Guggi:$8)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://boston.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/11/7/nidurstodur-ur-hollter-linuriti/</link><guid>http://boston.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/11/7/nidurstodur-ur-hollter-linuriti/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Nov 2007 00:19:49 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Eitthvað að gerast</title><description>&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;F&amp;oacute;r &amp;iacute; &amp;iacute;&amp;thorn;r&amp;oacute;ttir kl. 08:15. &amp;THORN;etta var fyrsti &amp;iacute;&amp;thorn;r&amp;oacute;ttat&amp;iacute;minn minn &amp;iacute; sirka m&amp;aacute;nu&amp;eth; hann byrja&amp;eth;i &amp;thorn;annig a&amp;eth; p&amp;uacute;lsinn var e&amp;eth;lilegur. Var bara a&amp;eth; hlaupa me&amp;eth; bolta &amp;iacute; t&amp;iacute;manum. Allt &amp;iacute; einu var p&amp;uacute;lsinn bara kominn &amp;iacute; 180+. &amp;Eacute;g hv&amp;iacute;ldi mig og byrja&amp;eth;i aftur eftir sm&amp;aacute; stund &amp;thorn;egar p&amp;uacute;lsinn var farinn ni&amp;eth;ur, en um lei&amp;eth; og &amp;eacute;g hlj&amp;oacute;p af sta&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; f&amp;oacute;r hann aftur upp. &amp;Eacute;g h&amp;aelig;tti &amp;iacute; t&amp;iacute;manum f&amp;oacute;r &amp;iacute; sturtu og f&amp;eacute;kk m&amp;eacute;r a&amp;eth; bor&amp;eth;a. F&amp;oacute;r til sk&amp;oacute;lahj&amp;uacute;kkunar h&amp;uacute;n t&amp;oacute;k p&amp;uacute;lsinn &amp;aacute; m&amp;eacute;r, hann var &amp;iacute; 120 h&amp;uacute;n sag&amp;eth;i m&amp;eacute;r a&amp;eth; fara ekki &amp;iacute; &amp;iacute;&amp;thorn;r&amp;oacute;ttir &amp;iacute; &amp;thorn;essari viku og sag&amp;eth;i m&amp;eacute;r a&amp;eth; fara a&amp;eth; leggja mig og n&amp;aacute; p&amp;uacute;lsinum &amp;iacute; e&amp;eth;lilegan hra&amp;eth;a, &amp;eacute;g ger&amp;eth;i &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth;. Um kl.11:00 hringdi &amp;eacute;g &amp;iacute; m&amp;ouml;mmu og l&amp;eacute;t hana vita af &amp;thorn;essu en um lei&amp;eth; og mamma l&amp;eacute;t s&amp;iacute;mann ni&amp;eth;ur &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; hringdi Hr&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;mar &amp;iacute; hana og &amp;eacute;g &amp;aacute; a&amp;eth; koma til hans &amp;aacute; f&amp;ouml;studaginn strax eftir a&amp;eth; flugv&amp;eacute;linn lendir. Er nefnilega a&amp;eth; fara &amp;iacute; tannr&amp;eacute;ttingar &amp;aacute; m&amp;aacute;nudaginn. Hr&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;mar &amp;aelig;tla hringja nor&amp;eth;ur og f&amp;aacute; ni&amp;eth;urst&amp;ouml;&amp;eth;urnar &amp;uacute;r hollter l&amp;iacute;nuritinu. Er f&amp;iacute;nn n&amp;uacute;na og&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;l&amp;aelig;t ykkur vita &amp;aacute; f&amp;ouml;studaginn hva&amp;eth; Hr&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;mar segir. Er b&amp;uacute;inn a&amp;eth; vera f&amp;iacute;nn en p&amp;uacute;lsinn hefur veri&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; poppa upp af og til &amp;iacute; dag.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="right"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guggi:)8):P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;</description><link>http://boston.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/11/5/eitthvad-ad-gerast/</link><guid>http://boston.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/11/5/eitthvad-ad-gerast/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2007 22:32:24 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>veitt ekki</title><description>&lt;font face="times new roman,times"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'"&gt;Heilbrig&amp;eth;isstofnun&amp;nbsp;Austurlands &amp;iacute; Egilssta&amp;eth;al&amp;aelig;knish&amp;eacute;ra&amp;eth;i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman,times"&gt;&amp;Aacute; Egilsst&amp;ouml;&amp;eth;um rekur Heilbrig&amp;eth;isstofun Austurlands &amp;uacute;tib&amp;uacute;.&amp;nbsp; &amp;THORN;ar er rekin heilsug&amp;aelig;sla og sj&amp;uacute;kradeild.&amp;nbsp; Hlutverk Heilbrig&amp;eth;isstofunnar &amp;aacute; Egilsst&amp;ouml;&amp;eth;um er a&amp;eth; veita &amp;iacute;b&amp;uacute;um Flj&amp;oacute;tsdalsh&amp;eacute;ra&amp;eth;s og &amp;ouml;&amp;eth;rum sem til hennar leita &lt;strong&gt;vi&amp;eth;eigandi &amp;thorn;j&amp;oacute;nustu.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman,times"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'"&gt;Var b&amp;uacute;inn &amp;iacute; hollter l&amp;iacute;nuriti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'"&gt;&amp;aacute; mi&amp;eth;vikudag kl. 11:00. L&amp;aelig;knirinn sag&amp;eth;i a&amp;eth; ni&amp;eth;urst&amp;ouml;&amp;eth;urnar k&amp;aelig;mu &amp;aacute; morgun ef ekki &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; komu &amp;thorn;&amp;aelig;r &amp;aacute; f&amp;ouml;rstudaginn&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; er laugardagur&amp;nbsp;(sunnudagur) &amp;thorn;egar &amp;eacute;g blogga um &amp;thorn;etta og er ekki enn b&amp;uacute;inn a&amp;eth; f&amp;aacute; ni&amp;eth;urst&amp;ouml;&amp;eth;urnar. Hva&amp;eth; kalla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'"&gt;H&amp;eacute;ra&amp;eth;sb&amp;uacute;ar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'"&gt;vi&amp;eth;eigandi &amp;thorn;j&amp;oacute;nustu? Mamma f&amp;eacute;kk s&amp;iacute;ma t&amp;iacute;ma &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;ri&amp;eth;judag ef ekki yr&amp;eth;i b&amp;uacute;i&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; hr&amp;iacute;ngja &amp;iacute; mig og l&amp;aacute;ta mig vita hverjar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'"&gt;ni&amp;eth;urst&amp;ouml;&amp;eth;urnar v&amp;aelig;ru &amp;aacute; f&amp;ouml;rstudaginn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman,times"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'"&gt;P&amp;uacute;lsin er farinn ni&amp;eth;ur fyrir 100 en poppar upp allt &amp;iacute; einu &amp;iacute; sm&amp;aacute; stund. &amp;AElig;tlum kannski a&amp;eth; hr&amp;iacute;ngja &amp;aacute; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'"&gt;Rey&amp;eth;arfj&amp;ouml;r&amp;eth; &amp;aacute; morgun (&amp;iacute; dag). Og l&amp;aacute;ta l&amp;aelig;kninn sem ver&amp;eth;ur &amp;aacute; vakt g&amp;aacute; &amp;iacute; t&amp;ouml;lvuna hvort ni&amp;eth;urst&amp;ouml;&amp;eth;urnar s&amp;eacute;u komnar &amp;thorn;ar inn. Fer eftir &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; hvernig &amp;eacute;g ver&amp;eth;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman,times" size="4"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kv. Guggi&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;nbsp;</description><link>http://boston.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/11/4/veitt-ekki/</link><guid>http://boston.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/11/4/veitt-ekki/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Nov 2007 00:10:31 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Hollter línurit og vesen</title><description>&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman,times" size="4"&gt;J&amp;aelig;ja&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman,times" size="4"&gt;Vakna&amp;eth;i &amp;aacute; m&amp;aacute;nudag kl. 06:30 me&amp;eth; svaka sting &amp;iacute; hjartanu. S&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;komu Einar og pabbi hans og vi&amp;eth; keyr&amp;eth;um til Egs &amp;iacute; sk&amp;oacute;lann. Kl. 08:15 komum vi&amp;eth; &amp;aacute; Egs og &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; f&amp;oacute;r &amp;eacute;g a&amp;eth; finna fyrir meiri stingum og hjarta&amp;eth; byrja&amp;eth;i a&amp;eth; sl&amp;aacute; a&amp;eth;eins hra&amp;eth;ar. Og kl. 09:00 f&amp;oacute;r &amp;eacute;g &amp;iacute; morgunmat. Eftir matinn sag&amp;eth;i &amp;eacute;g kennaranum fr&amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;essum verkjum og &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;h&amp;uacute;n sag&amp;eth;i m&amp;eacute;r a&amp;eth; tala vi&amp;eth; sk&amp;oacute;lahj&amp;uacute;kkuna, &amp;eacute;g f&amp;oacute;r til hennar &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;h&amp;uacute;n sag&amp;eth;i m&amp;eacute;r a&amp;eth; l&amp;aacute;ta m&amp;ouml;mmu tala vi&amp;eth; Hr&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;mar. &amp;Eacute;g hringdi &amp;iacute; m&amp;ouml;mmu og ba&amp;eth; hana a&amp;eth; hringja &amp;iacute; Hr&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;mar. H&amp;uacute;n sag&amp;eth;i a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; v&amp;aelig;ri ekki h&amp;aelig;gt a&amp;eth; hringja &amp;iacute; hann nema &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;ri&amp;eth;jud&amp;ouml;gum og f&amp;ouml;stud&amp;ouml;gum. &amp;Eacute;g sag&amp;eth;i hj&amp;uacute;kkuni &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth;. H&amp;uacute;n sag&amp;eth;i m&amp;eacute;r a&amp;eth; b&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;a &amp;thorn;anga&amp;eth; til a&amp;eth; vi&amp;eth; v&amp;aelig;rum b&amp;uacute;in a&amp;eth; tala vi&amp;eth; Hr&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;mar. &amp;Eacute;g f&amp;oacute;r &amp;iacute; t&amp;iacute;ma og &amp;eacute;g var svo f&amp;ouml;lur og m&amp;aacute;ttlaus a&amp;eth; kennarinn sag&amp;eth;i m&amp;eacute;r a&amp;eth; fara a&amp;eth; leggja mig upp&amp;iacute; herbergi &amp;aacute; vistini &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; spur&amp;eth;i &amp;eacute;g hana hvort h&amp;uacute;n vissi hvort &amp;eacute;g k&amp;aelig;mist strax a&amp;eth; hj&amp;aacute; l&amp;aelig;kni h&amp;uacute;n sag&amp;eth;i j&amp;aacute; vegna &amp;thorn;ess a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;etta tengdist hjartanu &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; myndi &amp;eacute;g ganga fyrir. &amp;Eacute;g &amp;aacute;kva&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; fara a&amp;eth; leggja mig. Kennnarinn sag&amp;eth;i m&amp;eacute;r a&amp;eth; l&amp;aacute;ta hj&amp;uacute;kuna vita svo &amp;eacute;g myndi ekki f&amp;aacute; fjarvist, svo &amp;eacute;g f&amp;oacute;r til hennar. H&amp;uacute;n sag&amp;eth;i m&amp;eacute;r a&amp;eth; fara til l&amp;aelig;knis og hringdi &amp;iacute; l&amp;aelig;kninn. &amp;Eacute;g f&amp;oacute;r til l&amp;aelig;knisins og &amp;thorn;ar sko&amp;eth;a&amp;eth;i &amp;Oacute;ttar l&amp;aelig;knir mig og hann hlusta&amp;eth;i mig og heyr&amp;eth;i hjarta&amp;eth; sl&amp;aacute; til skiptis hratt og h&amp;aelig;gt hann &amp;aacute;kva&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; l&amp;aacute;ta mig &amp;iacute; l&amp;iacute;nurit &amp;thorn;ar sem s&amp;aacute;st a&amp;eth; p&amp;uacute;lsinn f&amp;oacute;r h&amp;aelig;st &amp;iacute; 119 til 130 s&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an f&amp;oacute;r hann ekki ni&amp;eth;ur fyrir 105 og er b&amp;uacute;in a&amp;eth; vera &amp;thorn;annig s&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an. &amp;Oacute;ttar hringdi su&amp;eth;ur og tala&amp;eth;i vi&amp;eth; einhvern hjartal&amp;aelig;kni og hann sag&amp;eth;i a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g &amp;aelig;tti a&amp;eth; fara &amp;iacute; Hollter l&amp;iacute;nurit &lt;strong&gt;(l&amp;iacute;nurit sem &amp;eacute;g geng me&amp;eth; og geri allt sem &amp;eacute;g &amp;thorn;arf a&amp;eth; gera &amp;iacute; 24 klst)&lt;/strong&gt;. &amp;THORN;&amp;aacute; f&amp;oacute;r &amp;Oacute;ttar me&amp;eth; mig til a&amp;eth; l&amp;aacute;ta &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; &amp;aacute; mig en nei &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; var n&amp;yacute; fari&amp;eth; &amp;uacute;t &amp;uacute;r h&amp;uacute;sinu &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; s&amp;ouml;g&amp;eth;u &amp;thorn;au m&amp;eacute;r a&amp;eth; koma &amp;aacute; &amp;THORN;ri&amp;eth;judag kl. 10:30. Og b&amp;aelig;ttu vi&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; ef &amp;thorn;etta myndi aukast &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; &amp;aelig;tti &amp;eacute;g a&amp;eth; koma. &amp;Eacute;g labba&amp;eth;i &amp;aacute; vistina og f&amp;oacute;r &amp;iacute; sk&amp;oacute;lann eftir h&amp;aacute;degi. S&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an &amp;thorn;agar t&amp;iacute;min var h&amp;aacute;lfna&amp;eth;ur var m&amp;eacute;r byrja&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; l&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;a illa svo &amp;eacute;g f&amp;oacute;r a&amp;eth; leggja mig. &amp;Eacute;g n&amp;aacute;&amp;eth;i a&amp;eth; leggja mig &amp;iacute; 20m&amp;iacute;n. S&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an kl.15:00 komu krakkarnir &amp;uacute;r sk&amp;oacute;lanum og heimtu&amp;eth;u a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g f&amp;aelig;ri til l&amp;aelig;knis vegna &amp;thorn;ess a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g var svo og orku l&amp;iacute;till og hjarta&amp;eth; var &amp;aacute; flegi fer&amp;eth;. S&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an hringdi &amp;eacute;g &amp;iacute; m&amp;ouml;mmu og spur&amp;eth;i hana hvort &amp;eacute;g &amp;aelig;tti a&amp;eth; fara til l&amp;aelig;knis h&amp;uacute;n sag&amp;eth;i j&amp;aacute;. &amp;Eacute;g f&amp;oacute;r til l&amp;aelig;knis og klukkan var a&amp;eth; ver&amp;eth;a 16:00. &amp;Oacute;ttar var b&amp;uacute;inn a&amp;eth; vinna en t&amp;oacute;k p&amp;uacute;lsinn hann sag&amp;eth;i a&amp;eth; hann v&amp;aelig;ri l&amp;aacute;r og h&amp;aacute;r til skiptis og sag&amp;eth;i a&amp;eth; l&amp;aelig;knirinn sem v&amp;aelig;ri &amp;aacute; vakt myndi koma eftir sm&amp;aacute; og sko&amp;eth;a mig. &amp;Eacute;g bei&amp;eth; &amp;iacute; sm&amp;aacute;stund &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; kom &amp;Oacute;ttar aftur og sag&amp;eth;i a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; hafi or&amp;eth;i&amp;eth; b&amp;iacute;lslys og l&amp;aelig;knirin myndi hringja &amp;iacute; mig &amp;thorn;egar hann k&amp;aelig;mi aftur. &amp;Eacute;g f&amp;oacute;r &amp;aacute; vistina og hjarta&amp;eth; h&amp;eacute;lt &amp;aacute;fram. Eftir kv&amp;ouml;ldmat hringdi l&amp;aelig;knirinn &amp;iacute; mig og spur&amp;eth;i hvernig hjarta&amp;eth; v&amp;aelig;ri. &amp;Eacute;g sag&amp;eth;ist finna fyrir hra&amp;eth;a og stingjum. &amp;THORN;&amp;aacute; sag&amp;eth;i hann a&amp;eth; ef &amp;eacute;g vildi koma &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; &amp;aelig;tti &amp;eacute;g a&amp;eth; gera &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth;. S&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an for &amp;eacute;g a&amp;eth; sofa. Vakna&amp;eth;i &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;ri&amp;eth;judaginn og f&amp;oacute;r til l&amp;aelig;knis og hollterinn settur upp. &amp;THORN;ri&amp;eth;judagurinn var alveg eins og hinn nema a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g m&amp;aacute;tti ekki labba upp stiga &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; byrja&amp;eth;i hjarta&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; sl&amp;aacute; hratt. &amp;Iacute; morgun var hollterin tekin ni&amp;eth;ur og ni&amp;eth;urst&amp;ouml;&amp;eth;urnar &amp;iacute; hollternum koma &amp;aacute; morgun e&amp;eth;a f&amp;ouml;studag og &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; ver&amp;eth;ur hringt &amp;iacute; mig. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman,times" size="4"&gt;Svona er &amp;thorn;etta b&amp;uacute;i&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; vera. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman,times" size="4"&gt;Kve&amp;eth;ja. Guggi:frown::frown:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.holter.nl/images/DigiTrak.jpg" alt="" width="265" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&amp;thorn;etta er Hollter&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="right"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://boston.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/10/31/hollter-linurit-og-vesen/</link><guid>http://boston.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/10/31/hollter-linurit-og-vesen/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Oct 2007 22:53:32 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Ekki alveg búið.......</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;J&amp;aelig;ja &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Vi&amp;eth; lentum &amp;iacute; Roki &amp;iacute; Keflav&amp;iacute;k kl.06:30 &amp;aacute; &amp;Iacute;slenskum t&amp;iacute;ma s&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an var fari&amp;eth; &amp;iacute; flugst&amp;ouml;&amp;eth;ina og &amp;thorn;ar s&amp;aacute;um vi&amp;eth; J&amp;oacute;hannes &amp;iacute; B&amp;oacute;nurs. Vi&amp;eth; bi&amp;eth;um &amp;iacute; svona 30m&amp;iacute;n til a&amp;eth; komast a&amp;eth; t&amp;ouml;llinum og &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; var&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g &lt;strong&gt;pirra&amp;eth;ur &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;urfti fara &amp;uacute;r sk&amp;oacute;num sem er skr&amp;iacute;ti&amp;eth; vegna &amp;thorn;ess a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;etta er l&amp;aacute;ti&amp;eth; mann gera &amp;aacute;&amp;eth;ur en &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;ma&amp;eth;ur fer &amp;iacute; flugv&amp;eacute;lar. S&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an komumst vi&amp;eth; loksins &amp;iacute; fr&amp;iacute;h&amp;ouml;fnina og &amp;thorn;ar var versla&amp;eth;. Pabbi n&amp;aacute;&amp;eth;i &amp;iacute; b&amp;iacute;linn og vi&amp;eth; l&amp;eacute;tum d&amp;oacute;ti&amp;eth; &amp;iacute; hann. Vi&amp;eth; keyr&amp;eth;um til Afa. S&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an f&amp;oacute;r allt li&amp;eth;i&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; sofa. S&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an kom Karen Hrund og co og vakti mig og Bidda en Marri vakna&amp;eth;i ekki. Bati minn er or&amp;eth;in mj&amp;ouml;g g&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;ur en &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; er eitt sem &amp;eacute;g &amp;aacute; eftir a&amp;eth; f&amp;iacute;np&amp;uacute;ssa er svefn &amp;eacute;g er bara b&amp;uacute;inn a&amp;eth; sofa &amp;iacute; sirka 7 t&amp;iacute;ma s&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an &amp;eacute;g vakna&amp;eth;i 14 Okt. En &amp;eacute;g f&amp;oacute;r til Hr&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;mars hjartal&amp;aelig;knirinn minn og hann sag&amp;eth;irst ekki vera b&amp;uacute;nn a&amp;eth; f&amp;aacute; sk&amp;yacute;rsluna fr&amp;aacute; John Trateman sem stj&amp;oacute;rna&amp;eth;i a&amp;eth;ger&amp;eth;ini s&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an vill hann a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g komi til hans eftir sirka 3 m&amp;aacute;nu&amp;eth;i og &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;s&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an aftur eftir 3 m&amp;aacute;nu&amp;eth;i og s&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an eftir 6 m&amp;aacute;nu&amp;eth;i ef ekkert er b&amp;uacute;i&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; geras &amp;iacute; hjartanu &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;essum t&amp;iacute;ma er &amp;eacute;g L&amp;AElig;KNA&amp;ETH;UR. F&amp;ouml;rum &amp;ouml;rugglega heim &amp;aacute; morgun. S&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an &amp;thorn;egar vi&amp;eth; komum &amp;aacute; St&amp;ouml;ddann l&amp;aelig;t &amp;eacute;g myndir &amp;aacute; s&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;una.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Kv. Gu&amp;eth;geir Fannar og Co&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="right"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Var&amp;uacute;&amp;eth;:!: Biddi og Marri voru stoppa&amp;eth;ir &amp;iacute; t&amp;ouml;llinum &amp;iacute; USA:!::!::!::!:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="right"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://boston.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/10/16/ekki-alveg-buid/</link><guid>http://boston.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/10/16/ekki-alveg-buid/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Oct 2007 23:28:39 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Heima er best</title><description>&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="4"&gt;&amp;nbsp;J&amp;aelig;ja.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="4"&gt;Sutt &amp;iacute; heimfer&amp;eth;. R&amp;eacute;tt eftir a&amp;eth; Biddi blogga&amp;eth;i &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; voru &amp;thorn;rumur og eldingar og Marri og Biddi f&amp;oacute;ru &amp;uacute;t og Biddi st&amp;ouml;kk n&amp;aacute;nast &amp;iacute; fangi&amp;eth; &amp;aacute; Marra &amp;thorn;egar st&amp;aelig;rsta og seinasta eldingin og &amp;thorn;ruman komu.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&amp;Eacute;g er or&amp;eth;inn nokku&amp;eth; hress og l&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;ur vel en &amp;eacute;g hef l&amp;iacute;ti&amp;eth; geta&amp;eth; bor&amp;eth;a&amp;eth; og &amp;aacute;tt erfitt me&amp;eth; svefn, en &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; lagast n&amp;uacute; &amp;ouml;rugglega &amp;thorn;egar &amp;eacute;g kemst heim. &amp;Iacute; g&amp;aelig;r f&amp;oacute;rum vi&amp;eth; &amp;iacute; mi&amp;eth;b&amp;aelig; Boston og sko&amp;eth;u&amp;eth;um okkur um, vi&amp;eth; f&amp;oacute;rum &amp;aacute; s&amp;aelig;d&amp;yacute;rasafn og &amp;thorn;ar voru m&amp;ouml;rg&amp;aelig;sirnar mest spennandi svo l&amp;ouml;bbu&amp;eth;um vi&amp;eth; um sv&amp;aelig;&amp;eth;i&amp;eth; og r&amp;aacute;kumst &amp;aacute; cheers barinn (staupastein) og &amp;thorn;&amp;oacute;tti &amp;thorn;eim g&amp;ouml;mlu &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; mj&amp;ouml;g merkilegt en &amp;thorn;ar sem &amp;thorn;etta er fj&amp;ouml;lskyldufer&amp;eth; f&amp;oacute;rum vi&amp;eth; ekki a&amp;eth; staupa okkur &amp;thorn;ar. Ve&amp;eth;ri&amp;eth; var &amp;aelig;&amp;eth;islegt svo vi&amp;eth; vorum ekkert a&amp;eth; fl&amp;yacute;ta okkur og l&amp;ouml;bbu&amp;eth;um kannski a&amp;eth;eins of miki&amp;eth;, &amp;eacute;g var allavega frekar &amp;thorn;reyttur &amp;thorn;egar vi&amp;eth; komum heim en &amp;thorn;anga&amp;eth; f&amp;oacute;rum vi&amp;eth; &amp;iacute; lest eftir a&amp;eth; vi&amp;eth; fundum lokksins lestarst&amp;ouml;&amp;eth;ina, j&amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; er sko au&amp;eth;velt a&amp;eth; villast ef ma&amp;eth;ur bara labbar eitthva&amp;eth;, en &amp;thorn;etta var allt mj&amp;ouml;g gaman en vi&amp;eth; b&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;um &amp;ouml;ll eftir &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; a&amp;eth; koma heim og n&amp;uacute;na eru tveir klukkut&amp;iacute;mar &amp;thorn;anga&amp;eth; til vi&amp;eth; f&amp;ouml;rum &amp;uacute;t &amp;aacute; v&amp;ouml;ll, vi&amp;eth; lendum svo &amp;aacute; &amp;Iacute;slandi klukkan 6:30 &amp;iacute; fyrram&amp;aacute;li&amp;eth;, &amp;eacute;g fer svo til Hr&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;mars &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;ri&amp;eth;judaginn og eftir &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; t&amp;ouml;kum vi&amp;eth; &amp;aacute;kv&amp;ouml;r&amp;eth;un um austurfer&amp;eth;.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="4"&gt;Sj&amp;aacute;umst k&amp;aelig;ru vinir flj&amp;oacute;tlega en &amp;thorn;anga&amp;eth; til bestu kve&amp;eth;jur til ykkar allra, &amp;thorn;i&amp;eth; eru&amp;eth; best.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="right"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="right"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="4"&gt;Gu&amp;eth;geir og fj&amp;ouml;lskylda.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://boston.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/10/14/heima-er-best/</link><guid>http://boston.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/10/14/heima-er-best/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Oct 2007 20:26:38 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Guggi í Boston...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;J&amp;aelig;ja n&amp;uacute;na &amp;aelig;tla &amp;eacute;g a&amp;eth; reyna a&amp;eth; segja ykkur meira fr&amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;essari Boston fer&amp;eth;..... Guggi er farinn a&amp;eth; hressast en er vo&amp;eth;alega lystal&amp;iacute;till enn&amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; og soldi&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;reyttur og svolei&amp;eth;is. En &amp;iacute; morgun f&amp;oacute;ru allir nema Biddi og Guggi &amp;iacute; sm&amp;aacute; r&amp;ouml;llt um hverfi&amp;eth; h&amp;eacute;rna &amp;iacute; kring. Og &amp;aacute; me&amp;eth;an f&amp;eacute;kk Guggi s&amp;eacute;r sm&amp;aacute; kr&amp;iacute;u. Svo komu &amp;thorn;au heim og vi&amp;eth; skelltum okkur &amp;iacute; molli&amp;eth; h&amp;eacute;rna n&amp;aacute;lagt. Hann er allur a&amp;eth; koma til bara h&amp;aelig;gt og l&amp;iacute;ti&amp;eth; &amp;iacute; einu.... &amp;Eacute;g meina ekkert liggur &amp;aacute;. Hann var mj&amp;ouml;g duglegur a&amp;eth; labba &amp;iacute; dag.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;En n&amp;uacute;na er bloggi&amp;eth; &amp;aacute; enda komi&amp;eth; og vi&amp;eth; kve&amp;eth;jum &amp;iacute; bili...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;K&amp;aelig;r kve&amp;eth;ja Biddi fr&amp;aacute; Boston.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://boston.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/10/12/guggi-i-boston/</link><guid>http://boston.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/10/12/guggi-i-boston/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Oct 2007 03:50:50 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>TÁR BROS OG TAKKASKÓR</title><description>&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman,times" size="3"&gt;J&amp;aelig;ja &amp;eacute;g &amp;aelig;tla a&amp;eth; reyna a&amp;eth; segja ykkur sm&amp;aacute; fr&amp;aacute; s&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;asta s&amp;oacute;larhring &amp;iacute; l&amp;iacute;fi Gu&amp;eth;geirs. &amp;THORN;i&amp;eth; ver&amp;eth;i&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; taka viljann fyrir verki&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; &amp;eacute;g hef aldrei blogga&amp;eth; &amp;aacute;&amp;eth;ur og var b&amp;uacute;in a&amp;eth; blogga helling &amp;aacute;&amp;eth;an &amp;thorn;egar bara allt hvarf af skj&amp;aacute;num og sau&amp;eth;urinn &amp;eacute;g haf&amp;eth;i ekki einu sinni vit &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; a&amp;eth; ver&amp;eth;a pirru&amp;eth;, en &amp;aacute;st&amp;aelig;&amp;eth;an fyrir &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g er a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;essu en ekki t&amp;ouml;lvu snillarnir &amp;aacute; heimilinu er s&amp;uacute; a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; eru allir svo &amp;thorn;reyttir eftir n&amp;oacute;ttina. Okey gott f&amp;oacute;lk, hvar &amp;aacute; &amp;eacute;g a&amp;eth; byrja, j&amp;uacute; sennilega &amp;aacute; byrjuninni.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman,times" size="3"&gt;Vi&amp;eth; vorum komin &amp;aacute; sp&amp;iacute;talann klukkan 10 eins og okkur var sagt a&amp;eth; gera, Gu&amp;eth;geir fastandi fr&amp;aacute; mi&amp;eth;n&amp;aelig;tti&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;og var or&amp;eth;inn frekar svangur og pirra&amp;eth;ur en &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; &amp;aacute;tti n&amp;uacute; bara eftir a&amp;eth; versna &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; bi&amp;eth;in var&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; 3 klukkut&amp;iacute;mum og &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; er n&amp;uacute; bara hellingur hj&amp;aacute; sv&amp;ouml;ngum manni, hann f&amp;eacute;kk k&amp;aelig;ruleysissprautu &amp;aacute;&amp;eth;ur en hann f&amp;oacute;r inn &amp;iacute; a&amp;eth;ger&amp;eth;ina og hann var&amp;eth; svo gla&amp;eth;ur og &amp;aacute;n&amp;aelig;g&amp;eth;ur af henni a&amp;eth; hann f&amp;oacute;r hl&amp;aelig;jandi inn me&amp;eth; l&amp;aelig;knateiminu, &amp;thorn;egar hann var alveg steinsofna&amp;eth;ur &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;r&amp;aelig;ddu &amp;thorn;eir barka &amp;iacute; gegnum munninn og ofan &amp;iacute; lungu og tengdu hann vi&amp;eth; &amp;ouml;ndunarv&amp;eacute;l, &amp;thorn;eir f&amp;oacute;ru upp &amp;iacute; gegnum b&amp;aacute;&amp;eth;a n&amp;aacute;rana og er hann me&amp;eth; tv&amp;ouml; g&amp;ouml;t &amp;iacute; sitthvorum n&amp;aacute;ranum, a&amp;eth;ger&amp;eth;in t&amp;oacute;k 5-6 klukkut&amp;iacute;ma en fyrir m&amp;eacute;r er &amp;thorn;etta svona einn s&amp;oacute;larhringur, j&amp;aacute; m&amp;eacute;r fannst &amp;thorn;etta lengi a&amp;eth; l&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;a. Hann vakna&amp;eth;i nokku&amp;eth; hress og og dorma&amp;eth;i s&amp;eacute;r allt kv&amp;ouml;ldi&amp;eth;, vi&amp;eth; f&amp;oacute;rum svo heim a&amp;eth; sofa &amp;thorn;egar allt var or&amp;eth;i&amp;eth; eins og &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; &amp;aacute;tti a&amp;eth; vera en Margeir &amp;THORN;&amp;oacute;r var hj&amp;aacute; honum &amp;iacute; n&amp;oacute;tt og var l&amp;iacute;ti&amp;eth; sofi&amp;eth;. Gu&amp;eth;geir &amp;aelig;ldi &amp;ouml;llu sem hann bor&amp;eth;a&amp;eth;i &amp;iacute; morgun og f&amp;eacute;kk &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; &amp;oacute;gle&amp;eth;ilyf sem sv&amp;iacute;nvirka&amp;eth;i &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; hann var&amp;eth; svo hress a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;eir leyf&amp;eth;u honum a&amp;eth; fara heim, n&amp;uacute;na er vinurinn ekki alveg jafn hress liggur eins og skata upp &amp;iacute; r&amp;uacute;mi me&amp;eth; f&amp;ouml;tu hj&amp;aacute; s&amp;eacute;r og k&amp;uacute;ast miki&amp;eth;, en &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; &amp;aacute; n&amp;uacute; bara eftir a&amp;eth; lagast, &amp;eacute;g &amp;thorn;arf n&amp;uacute; &amp;ouml;rugglega ekki a&amp;eth; segja ykkur a&amp;eth; hann st&amp;oacute;&amp;eth; sig eins og hetja &amp;thorn;essi elska. Mig langar a&amp;eth;eins &amp;iacute; lokin a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;akka ykkur &amp;ouml;llum fyrir ALLT &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; sem &amp;thorn;i&amp;eth; hafi&amp;eth; gert fyrir okkur, &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; hefur veri&amp;eth; stutt &amp;iacute; t&amp;aacute;rin og allt eitthva&amp;eth; svo skr&amp;iacute;ti&amp;eth;(get ekki &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;l&amp;yacute;st &amp;thorn;essu) , n&amp;aelig;st &amp;aelig;tla &amp;eacute;g a&amp;eth; l&amp;aacute;ta einhvern str&amp;aacute;kinn blogga en &amp;thorn;anga&amp;eth; til, Hafi&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; gott og &amp;aacute;star&amp;thorn;akkir enn og aftur, &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; er &amp;aelig;&amp;eth;islegt a&amp;eth; finna &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; vi&amp;eth; erum sko ekki ein.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman,times" size="3"&gt;Bestu kve&amp;eth;jur fr&amp;aacute; Boston&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman,times" size="3"&gt;Bogga J&amp;oacute;na.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://boston.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/10/10/tar-bros-og-takkaskor/</link><guid>http://boston.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/10/10/tar-bros-og-takkaskor/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Oct 2007 22:45:37 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Aðgerðin gekk vel</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms,sand" size="4"&gt;Hetjan okkar er b&amp;uacute;inn &amp;iacute; a&amp;eth;ger&amp;eth;inni og allt gekk vel. Hann ver&amp;eth;ur &amp;aacute; sp&amp;iacute;talanum &amp;iacute; n&amp;oacute;tt og&amp;nbsp;&amp;thorn;a&amp;eth;&amp;nbsp;koma n&amp;aacute;nari fr&amp;eacute;ttir fr&amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;eim &amp;aacute; morgun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms,sand" size="4"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fr&amp;aacute;b&amp;aelig;rar fr&amp;eacute;ttir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms,sand" size="4"&gt;Kve&amp;eth;ja fr&amp;aacute; Boston&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://boston.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/10/9/adgerdin-gekk-vel/</link><guid>http://boston.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/10/9/adgerdin-gekk-vel/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Oct 2007 23:30:02 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Smá fréttir</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms,sand" size="4"&gt;Bogga var a&amp;eth; senda m&amp;eacute;r sms fyrir svona... klukkutima. &amp;THORN;&amp;aacute; voru &amp;thorn;au n&amp;yacute;b&amp;uacute;in a&amp;eth; f&amp;aacute; fr&amp;eacute;ttir af honum og var hann enn &amp;iacute; a&amp;eth;ger&amp;eth; og allt gekk vel.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms,sand" size="4"&gt;Kve&amp;eth;ja.. Elva &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://boston.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/10/9/sma-frettir/</link><guid>http://boston.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/10/9/sma-frettir/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Oct 2007 22:54:41 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Smá upplýsingar ..</title><description>&lt;font face="comic sans ms,sand" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hall&amp;oacute; hall&amp;oacute;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms,sand" size="4"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="4"&gt;&amp;THORN;au eru &amp;iacute; einhverju basli me&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; blogga &amp;thorn;arna &amp;aacute; sp&amp;iacute;talanum. &amp;THORN;annig a&amp;eth; h&amp;eacute;rna koma n&amp;yacute;justu uppl&amp;yacute;singarnar fr&amp;aacute; &amp;Iacute;slandi.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A&amp;eth;ger&amp;eth;inni seinkar um 2 t&amp;iacute;ma hj&amp;aacute; hetjunni &amp;iacute; Boston. H&amp;uacute;n &amp;aelig;tti a&amp;eth; hefjast&amp;nbsp;um 4 a&amp;eth; &amp;iacute;slenskum t&amp;iacute;ma. (semsagt bara u.&amp;thorn;.b. n&amp;uacute;na)&amp;nbsp;H&amp;uacute;n g&amp;aelig;ti teki&amp;eth; um 7 t&amp;iacute;ma en aldrei minna en 3. Hann er au&amp;eth;vita&amp;eth; b&amp;uacute;inn a&amp;eth; standa sig eins og hetja eins og von var &amp;aacute; fr&amp;aacute; honum :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gu&amp;eth;geir &amp;amp; CO &amp;thorn;akka k&amp;aelig;rlega fyrir allan stu&amp;eth;ningin sem &amp;thorn;au hafa fengi&amp;eth; s&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;ustu daga, &amp;ouml;ll kommentin, sms-in og allar g&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;u hugsanirnar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bestu kve&amp;eth;jur fr&amp;aacute; Boston&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://boston.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/10/9/sma-upplysingar/</link><guid>http://boston.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/10/9/sma-upplysingar/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Oct 2007 15:46:20 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>HVÍÐI, SPENNA OG GLEÐI</title><description>&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms,sand"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&amp;aelig;ja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms,sand"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;Eacute;g og vinir m&amp;iacute;nir f&amp;oacute;rum &amp;iacute; s&amp;ouml;lusk&amp;aacute;lann &amp;aacute; Egs og fengum okkur Pizzu &amp;uacute;taf &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;etta er seinasta kv&amp;ouml;ldi&amp;eth; mitt &amp;iacute; ME &amp;thorn;anga&amp;eth; til a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g fer til Boston, &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; var mj&amp;ouml;g gaman. En &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; er b&amp;uacute;i&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; vera mj&amp;ouml;g erfitt a&amp;eth; l&amp;aelig;ra undanfarna daga vegna SPENNU OG HV&amp;Iacute;&amp;ETH;A en &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; redda&amp;eth;ist. Annars hefur m&amp;eacute;r bara gengi&amp;eth; vel &amp;iacute; ME.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="right"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms,sand"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Kv. Guggi:D:D:D:D:D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://boston.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/10/1/hvidi-spenna-og-gledi/</link><guid>http://boston.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/10/1/hvidi-spenna-og-gledi/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Oct 2007 22:15:16 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Hjartaaðgerð í Boston</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms,sand" size="2"&gt;J&amp;aelig;ja n&amp;uacute; er komi&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute;. Loksins fer &amp;eacute;g &amp;iacute; hjartaa&amp;eth;ger&amp;eth; til Boston og au&amp;eth;vita&amp;eth; fer fj&amp;ouml;lskyldan me&amp;eth;. &amp;THORN;etta ver&amp;eth;ur &amp;thorn;annig a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g ver&amp;eth; s&amp;oacute;ttur &amp;iacute; ME 2. Okt. S&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an keyrum vi&amp;eth; til Rvk 3. Okt. S&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an 5. Okt fer &amp;eacute;g til Hr&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;mars sem er Hjartal&amp;aelig;knirinn minn og hann segir okkur hvernig &amp;thorn;etta ver&amp;eth;ur &amp;iacute; Boston. S&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an 7. Okt flj&amp;uacute;gum vi&amp;eth; til Boston kl. 17:00. S&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an 8. Okt ver&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g lag&amp;eth;ur inn &amp;aacute; Barnaspitalan &amp;iacute; Boston . S&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an 9. Okt ver&amp;eth;ur Hjartaa&amp;eth;ger&amp;eth;in . S&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an er &amp;aacute;&amp;aelig;tla&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; vi&amp;eth; flj&amp;uacute;gum til &amp;Iacute;slands 14. Okt kl.21:30 Ef heilsan m&amp;iacute;n leyfir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an &amp;aelig;tlum vi&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; reyna a&amp;eth; komast &amp;iacute; t&amp;ouml;lvu &amp;iacute; Boston og blogga um hvernig hafi gengi&amp;eth; &amp;iacute; a&amp;eth;ger&amp;eth;inni. Og s&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an &amp;thorn;egar vi&amp;eth; ver&amp;eth;um komin heim &amp;aelig;tlum vi&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; l&amp;aacute;ta myndir &amp;aacute; s&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;una. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms,sand" size="2"&gt;Kv. Guggi og fj&amp;ouml;lskylda.&lt;/font&gt; :D&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://boston.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/9/17/hjartaadgerd-i-boston/</link><guid>http://boston.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/9/17/hjartaadgerd-i-boston/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Sep 2007 19:04:50 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
