<?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-4771398412030324874</id><updated>2011-11-15T11:06:46.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Krakkarnir</title><subtitle type='html'>Stefán Bjartur er sjö ára rokkari og Fríða Katrín er tveggja ára gömul snót.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-1020763930989329959</id><published>2010-04-30T15:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T16:21:04.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gleðilegt sumar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S9thYT8engI/AAAAAAAABAs/_FaXwPeerpQ/s1600/krakks"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S9thYT8engI/AAAAAAAABAs/_FaXwPeerpQ/s320/krakks" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466069643042921986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Við óskum öllum sem lesa þetta mikilar gleði og hamingju í sumar. Við ætlum að vera eldhress og gera fullt af skemmtilegum hlutum með fjölskyldunni, ömmum og öfum, vinum, frændum og frænkum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S9tgr7T0JWI/AAAAAAAABAk/LdgEWZBlw_4/s1600/thusundkall"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S9tgr7T0JWI/AAAAAAAABAk/LdgEWZBlw_4/s320/thusundkall" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466068880515671394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fríða Katrín náði því miður ekki að hitta afa Hadda á dögunum þegar hann átti leið suður. Stefán var hinsvegar heppnari því að þeir hittust fyrir tilviljun á strætóstoppistöð. Fríða fékk hinsvegar óvæntan glaðning frá afa sínum, hún var óskaplega ánægð þó hún vissi ekkert hvað þetta "bréfsnifsi" væri. Hún var ánægð með að þetta væri alveg eins á litinn og bolurinn hennar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S9tgZ6--sXI/AAAAAAAABAc/CtstLnj9CqA/s1600/fkk_rum"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S9tgZ6--sXI/AAAAAAAABAc/CtstLnj9CqA/s320/fkk_rum" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466068571190636914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fríða hamast alltaf mjög mikið, það er varla að hún labbi um, frekar hleypur hún eða hoppar. Hún er semsagt rosalegur fjörkálfur. Henni er þessvegna oft svakalega heitt í hamsi og tekur oft smá stund að gíra hana niður til að fara að sofa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S9tgVlXK4TI/AAAAAAAABAU/YWcPnytvYqM/s1600/fkk_rum2"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S9tgVlXK4TI/AAAAAAAABAU/YWcPnytvYqM/s320/fkk_rum2" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466068496667042098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Þessa dagana lesum við mikið um Snuðru og Tuðru, þær eru í miklu uppáhaldi hjá Fríðu. Sækjast sér um líkir?! Þarna er Fríða að hlusta á með mikilli athygli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S9tgJPc0Z2I/AAAAAAAABAM/6eLwVbS5WBE/s1600/sumar01"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S9tgJPc0Z2I/AAAAAAAABAM/6eLwVbS5WBE/s320/sumar01" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466068284626724706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Á sumardaginn fyrsta fórum við öll fjölskyldan á Miklatún þar sem boðið var uppá smá dagskrá og hoppikastala fyrir börnin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S9tgCrhvpTI/AAAAAAAABAE/ElzSyI_n7-4/s1600/sumar02"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S9tgCrhvpTI/AAAAAAAABAE/ElzSyI_n7-4/s320/sumar02" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466068171904492850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fríða hoppar að jafnaði mjög mikið á jafnsléttu, eins og t.d. bara heima hjá sér, og þið getið ímyndað ykkur í hversu miklu stuði hún var fyrir þetta. Það var afar erfitt að fá hana úr kastalanum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S9tf3BwmpWI/AAAAAAAAA_8/HjQUrLVI4lU/s1600/krummanef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S9tf3BwmpWI/AAAAAAAAA_8/HjQUrLVI4lU/s320/krummanef.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466067971713967458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Í dag fékk Fríða örlitla andlitsmálningu á leikskólanum, hún fékk svokallað krummanef. Hún var semsagt með svartan nebba og var afar stolt af honum. Svo stolt að hún var alltaf að benda á hann og grufla í honum. Svo kom að hann hvarf og Fríða var mjög sorgmædd. Hún fékkst til að fara að sofa þegar henni var lofað öðru krummanefi í fyrramálið. Við tökum þá fram skósvertuna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Þetta eru allt símamyndir, hin myndavélin varð batterílaus þegar taka átti myndirnar úr henni. Það eru því væntanlegar nýjar myndir aftur úr myndavélinni, m.a. frá dansnámskeiðinu hans Stefáns þar sem hann dansaði Michael Jackson dansa.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-1020763930989329959?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/1020763930989329959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=1020763930989329959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/1020763930989329959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/1020763930989329959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2010/04/gleilegt-sumar.html' title='Gleðilegt sumar!'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S9thYT8engI/AAAAAAAABAs/_FaXwPeerpQ/s72-c/krakks' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-3564127873447086337</id><published>2010-02-10T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T02:01:59.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brosandi í byrjun árs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S3ND7wH6d5I/AAAAAAAAA_0/kTsZMiAijxs/s1600-h/Copy+of+jola_2009+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436763868975757202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S3ND7wH6d5I/AAAAAAAAA_0/kTsZMiAijxs/s320/Copy+of+jola_2009+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hér eru þau systkinin að stilla sér upp með sparibrosið. Fallegi rauði liturinn á hári Fríðu endurkastast á hár Stefáns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S3ND05x_acI/AAAAAAAAA_s/IkRENv6UYLw/s1600-h/kids+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436763751309076930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S3ND05x_acI/AAAAAAAAA_s/IkRENv6UYLw/s320/kids+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arnór Elís kom í heimsókn eina helgina og gisti hjá Stefáni, þeir skemmtu sér mjög vel saman. Þarna eru þeir frændurnir að stilla sér upp líkt og á handboltaleik, þetta var í miðju "EM í handbolta" fári, og það er engu líkara en að Stefán sé að syngja þjóðsönginn. Arnór er í Haukabúning og Stefán í Valsbúningi. Enda mikil frændsemi á milli þessara liða!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S3NDt78otMI/AAAAAAAAA_k/0rVO0xlAqhg/s1600-h/kids+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436763631631512770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S3NDt78otMI/AAAAAAAAA_k/0rVO0xlAqhg/s320/kids+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Strákurinn með skeggið hann heitir Stebbi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S3NDmANQRDI/AAAAAAAAA_c/Vg7fIoJU_rk/s1600-h/kids+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436763495336002610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S3NDmANQRDI/AAAAAAAAA_c/Vg7fIoJU_rk/s320/kids+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fríða Katrín er orðin rosalega dugleg á koppnum og er hætt með bleiuna. Koppurinn er selur sem ávallt er kallaður "kisa".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S3NDdpw9ukI/AAAAAAAAA_U/oE58JvEvmHs/s1600-h/kids+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436763351872813634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S3NDdpw9ukI/AAAAAAAAA_U/oE58JvEvmHs/s320/kids+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Síðasta laugardag, 06. febrúar fórum við í hjólreiðatúr um Öskjuhlíð og Nauthólsvík. Það var algert sumarveður og æðislega gaman að hjóla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S3NDUUmMG6I/AAAAAAAAA_M/Nt4vwAZHtys/s1600-h/kids+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436763191571651490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S3NDUUmMG6I/AAAAAAAAA_M/Nt4vwAZHtys/s320/kids+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Þarna erum við komin á ylströndina í Nauthólsvík. Þar var enginn nema við.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S3NDLAQp4TI/AAAAAAAAA_E/rsjkcA7Af_8/s1600-h/kids+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436763031493796146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S3NDLAQp4TI/AAAAAAAAA_E/rsjkcA7Af_8/s320/kids+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fríða var æpandi kát með þetta allt saman. Hlaupa í sandinum, kasta steinum í sjóinn og allt hvaðeina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S3NDAibcPmI/AAAAAAAAA-8/sHEmEbUdYX8/s1600-h/kids+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436762851687284322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S3NDAibcPmI/AAAAAAAAA-8/sHEmEbUdYX8/s320/kids+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stefán er farinn að æfa handbolta með 6. flokki Vals. Handboltahetjan Ágústa Edda þjálfar. Þarna er Stefán u.þ.b. að fara að bíta í verðlaunapeninginn en hann keppti á móti í Kópavogi um helgina og það gekk mjög vel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S3NCy9cx-FI/AAAAAAAAA-0/ipNJKd-ktlc/s1600-h/kids+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436762618422491218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S3NCy9cx-FI/AAAAAAAAA-0/ipNJKd-ktlc/s320/kids+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Greyið Fríða litla neyðist til að erfa fullt af strákafötum af Stefáni bróður sínum. Þarna er hún á leiðinni á leikskólann í kunnuglegri stellingu, einhvers staðar er til svipuð mynd af Stefáni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S3NCmVOEsoI/AAAAAAAAA-s/USDb8vH4vFo/s1600-h/fkk+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436762401464955522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S3NCmVOEsoI/AAAAAAAAA-s/USDb8vH4vFo/s320/fkk+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Já, það er þessi frábæra mynd af drengnum á Valseyri. Æti hann sé ekki á svipuðum aldri og Fríða núna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-3564127873447086337?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/3564127873447086337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=3564127873447086337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/3564127873447086337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/3564127873447086337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='Brosandi í byrjun árs!'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/S3ND7wH6d5I/AAAAAAAAA_0/kTsZMiAijxs/s72-c/Copy+of+jola_2009+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-6933590186920188957</id><published>2009-10-17T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:26:59.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fríða og pakkinn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/StoTrAtHP0I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Ym0MbcMMZiU/s1600-h/oktober+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393645133374111554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/StoTrAtHP0I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Ym0MbcMMZiU/s320/oktober+131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fríða var heppin í vikunni því að hún fékk sendingu frá ömmu Diddu. Pakkann sótti pabbi hennar og opnaði af eintómri forvitni í vinnunni. Það var til þess að allar konurnar í Pennanum ópuðu yfir sig af hrifningu innihalds pakkans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/StoTiJkLG7I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/QNdXwcxk6k8/s1600-h/oktober+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393644981133712306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/StoTiJkLG7I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/QNdXwcxk6k8/s320/oktober+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fríða fékk glæsilegan kjól, eyrnaskjól og legghlífar sem amma Didda hafði prjónað svo frábærlega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/StoTa6_Bc4I/AAAAAAAAA-I/DgdEZUlO3i8/s1600-h/oktober+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393644856960709506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/StoTa6_Bc4I/AAAAAAAAA-I/DgdEZUlO3i8/s320/oktober+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fríða var afskaplega glöð með þessi glæsilegu föt og vildi ekki fara úr þeim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/StoTSog2ViI/AAAAAAAAA-A/HIkmQx2LR8I/s1600-h/oktober+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393644714563360290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/StoTSog2ViI/AAAAAAAAA-A/HIkmQx2LR8I/s320/oktober+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fríða og Steingerður frænka hennar á Egilsstöðum töluðu saman í símann í dag og mátti heyra að þær voru báðar í skýjunum með fötin. Steingerður var nefnilega jafnheppin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/StoTMzWuX9I/AAAAAAAAA94/QYyvihuvCWo/s1600-h/oktober+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393644614394470354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/StoTMzWuX9I/AAAAAAAAA94/QYyvihuvCWo/s320/oktober+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fríða horfði á barnatímann í kjölfarið af mátuninni og gleymdi sér algerlega. Það varð til þess að hún var kófsveitt af hita eftir að hafa horft á Bangsímon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Það var skemmtileg tilviljun að hún Fríða skuli hafa verið að máta þessi fínu föt frá ömmu sinni á afmælisdegi langömmu sinnar og nöfnu; ömmu Fríðu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-6933590186920188957?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/6933590186920188957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=6933590186920188957' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/6933590186920188957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/6933590186920188957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2009/10/fria-og-pakkinn.html' title='Fríða og pakkinn!'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/StoTrAtHP0I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Ym0MbcMMZiU/s72-c/oktober+131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-6970934898425073563</id><published>2009-10-13T11:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T12:06:08.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Endurkoma barnanna í Barmahlíð!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/StTMJdhiiwI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/DavVFMVR3Pc/s1600-h/oktober+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392159116785519362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/StTMJdhiiwI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/DavVFMVR3Pc/s320/oktober+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fjölskyldan fór öll saman í haustlitaferð á dögunum upp í Borgarfjörð. Hér er Stefán að virða fyrir sér fallegu haustlitina og hryllilegt umhverfi við Hraunfossa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/StTMBa2XRhI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/8czcG1tnrF4/s1600-h/oktober+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392158978628601362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/StTMBa2XRhI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/8czcG1tnrF4/s320/oktober+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Að Húsafelli býr listamaðurinn Páll Guðmundsson og hefur hann sett mark sitt á hverja steinvölu í nágrenninu. Frábær listaverk að mati okkar Stefáns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/StTL4ycCfJI/AAAAAAAAA9I/A9fvRaj2tHo/s1600-h/oktober+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392158830341815442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/StTL4ycCfJI/AAAAAAAAA9I/A9fvRaj2tHo/s320/oktober+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hér er hún Fríða litla lipurtá í græna gíraffagallanum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/StTLwFTuDcI/AAAAAAAAA9A/h8awkQAmB40/s1600-h/oktober+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392158680788372930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/StTLwFTuDcI/AAAAAAAAA9A/h8awkQAmB40/s320/oktober+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fríða Katrín er mjög samvizkusöm í heimalærdómnum. Þegar Stefán Bjartur er að læra þá mætir hún strax á svæðið og klárar sín dæmi líka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/StTLoz53LxI/AAAAAAAAA84/WHFc96Zg8Ws/s1600-h/oktober+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392158555857432338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/StTLoz53LxI/AAAAAAAAA84/WHFc96Zg8Ws/s320/oktober+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Þegar búið er að læra heima þá er kósístund fyrir framan imbakassann. Töluvert stór prósenta af teiknimyndum í sjónvarpinu innihalda svín í aðalhlutverki...athyglisverð staðreynd?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/StTLIYBMScI/AAAAAAAAA8w/iVa8YDlEPo4/s1600-h/oktober+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392157998616168898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/StTLIYBMScI/AAAAAAAAA8w/iVa8YDlEPo4/s320/oktober+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stefán Bjartur er svakalegur gæi. Hann er sjö ára, ekkert barn lengur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/StTK-xb_FnI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Kc-1PgZCIQE/s1600-h/oktober+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392157833640744562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/StTK-xb_FnI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Kc-1PgZCIQE/s320/oktober+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...en auðvitað ljúfur sem lamb. Oftast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/StTK3gZlR-I/AAAAAAAAA8g/KoR95Xfv0n8/s1600-h/oktober+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392157708808177634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/StTK3gZlR-I/AAAAAAAAA8g/KoR95Xfv0n8/s320/oktober+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Þarna eru þær mæðgur að spjalla saman við borðstofuborðið.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/StTKvDVgvaI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/VRrtBBctlok/s1600-h/oktober+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392157563567521186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/StTKvDVgvaI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/VRrtBBctlok/s320/oktober+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stefán á troðfulla körfu af búningum í herberginu og má alltaf búast við einhverjum nýjum karakterum í heimsókn á hverri stundu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/StTKmWicQkI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/9wKAbPJfqNY/s1600-h/oktober+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392157414103204418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/StTKmWicQkI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/9wKAbPJfqNY/s320/oktober+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hún er nú voða sæt og saklaus, hún Fríða. Greyið stelpan þarf nú að þola það að labba um í gömlum strákafötum af Stefáni. Myndirnar hér að ofan sýna þá glettilegu staðreynd. Þetta eru allt gömul föt af Stefáni. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-6970934898425073563?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/6970934898425073563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=6970934898425073563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/6970934898425073563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/6970934898425073563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2009/10/endurkoma-barnanna-i-barmahli.html' title='Endurkoma barnanna í Barmahlíð!'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/StTMJdhiiwI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/DavVFMVR3Pc/s72-c/oktober+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-761001374399550588</id><published>2009-02-08T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T05:59:32.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fjölskyldulífið í Hlíðunum.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SY7gNVU1khI/AAAAAAAAA7s/uR1t0qpCDnw/s1600-h/IMG_0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300420331129115154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SY7gNVU1khI/AAAAAAAAA7s/uR1t0qpCDnw/s320/IMG_0340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stefán Bjartur byrjaði að æfa knattspyrnu með Val síðasta haust en var fljótlega boðið uppá samning við Barcelona...nei, grín! Stefáni finnst gaman í fótbolta en var ekki að finna sig með Völsurum. Hann fékk því að fara í karate hjá Þórshamri núna í janúar og finnst það voða gaman. Set inn karate-myndir næst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SY7fdkXaMtI/AAAAAAAAA7k/iXz3qAtwtYY/s1600-h/IMG_0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300419510532715218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SY7fdkXaMtI/AAAAAAAAA7k/iXz3qAtwtYY/s320/IMG_0343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fríðu finnst dótið hans Stefáns mjög spennandi en þarna er hún komin á hálan ís. Hún er komin með geislasverð Svarthöfða í hendurnar og laumast hér með það í burtu. Það kann ekki góðri lukku að stýra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SY7fJXsevhI/AAAAAAAAA7c/cbiX0aQyYX4/s1600-h/IMG_0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300419163534048786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SY7fJXsevhI/AAAAAAAAA7c/cbiX0aQyYX4/s320/IMG_0346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Við strákarnir að tjilla. Erum líklegast að horfa þarna á "skemmtilega" fjölskyldumynd á föstudagskveldi, líklegast um talandi hund eða krakka sem flytja í nýjan bæ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SY7edru6ZsI/AAAAAAAAA7U/vGmbS2-Zc9A/s1600-h/IMG_0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300418412998715074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SY7edru6ZsI/AAAAAAAAA7U/vGmbS2-Zc9A/s320/IMG_0412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fríða biður oft og iðulega um "ballala". Sem er banani. Auðvitað fær þessi litla krútta allt sem hún biður um og þarna er hún að gæða sér á einum ballala...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SY7eJC9IpII/AAAAAAAAA7M/HUdBxQH8Q88/s1600-h/IMG_0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300418058455131266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SY7eJC9IpII/AAAAAAAAA7M/HUdBxQH8Q88/s320/IMG_0358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eftir að Stefán hafði verið duglegur í skólanum fékk hann að launum bíóferð. Hann fór með mömmu sinni á myndina Bolt. Hún fjallar um talandi hund (..jebb) og var myndin í þrívídd. Þess vegna fengu mæðginin svona kúl gleraugu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SY7dlQzaabI/AAAAAAAAA7E/aH3E3pwOijg/s1600-h/IMG_0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300417443697158578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SY7dlQzaabI/AAAAAAAAA7E/aH3E3pwOijg/s320/IMG_0405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "...ertu að tala við mig?!" Fríða Katrín er mikill töffari og lætur engan vaða yfir sig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SY7dLF_ZbNI/AAAAAAAAA68/1Rofw8O3pRc/s1600-h/IMG_0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300416994118036690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SY7dLF_ZbNI/AAAAAAAAA68/1Rofw8O3pRc/s320/IMG_0414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Þarna hefur Svarthöfði endurheimt sverðið sitt og er mjög ógnandi. Svona leit hann Stefán út þegar ég labbaði með hann í skólann á fimmtudaginn síðasta. Þá var klappveisla hjá bekknum og allir áttu að mæta í búningum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-761001374399550588?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/761001374399550588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=761001374399550588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/761001374399550588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/761001374399550588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2009/02/fjolskyldulifi-i-hliunum.html' title='Fjölskyldulífið í Hlíðunum.'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SY7gNVU1khI/AAAAAAAAA7s/uR1t0qpCDnw/s72-c/IMG_0340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-2849804421892677937</id><published>2009-01-13T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T02:14:07.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryndís frænka á afmæli í dag!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SWz2lm5xZII/AAAAAAAAA5Q/KK_4Tfn-kp8/s1600-h/IMG_0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290874788211942530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SWz2lm5xZII/AAAAAAAAA5Q/KK_4Tfn-kp8/s320/IMG_0350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fukPe0wgvaY"&gt;Afmælissöngurinn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (helv... blogger gat ekki öpplódað vidjóinu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hún Bryndís frænka (systir) á afmæli í dag og við komumst því miður ekki í afmælið. Við vorum voða leið að komast ekki en ákváðum í stað þess að vera með leiðindi að halda bara smá veislu sjálf hér í Barmahlíðinni. Skál fyrir þér, Bryndís! (Fríða fékk banana, eða balalala... eins og hún kallar það)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veislan byrjaði með pizzum og gosi sem lagðist mjög vel í mannskapinn en síðan ætlaði allt um koll að keyra þegar ístertan var borin á borð. Stefán spurði mömmu sína reyndar af hverju kertið væri bara eitt, frænka væri ekki eins árs, þá sagði mamma hans að það væri ekki pláss fyrir svo mörg kerti á kökunni... ehhmm.&lt;br /&gt;Hip hip..húrra!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-2849804421892677937?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/2849804421892677937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=2849804421892677937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/2849804421892677937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/2849804421892677937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2009/01/brynds-frnka-afmli-dag.html' title='Bryndís frænka á afmæli í dag!!'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SWz2lm5xZII/AAAAAAAAA5Q/KK_4Tfn-kp8/s72-c/IMG_0350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-6949944540725472883</id><published>2009-01-12T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T09:04:33.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jól og áramótin fyrir vestan. Kunnum ekki að vera annars staðar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SWticQRn6PI/AAAAAAAAA5I/E-zM9CuzGTk/s1600-h/IMG_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290430424821524722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SWticQRn6PI/AAAAAAAAA5I/E-zM9CuzGTk/s320/IMG_0164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stefán Bjartur er mjög oft of upptekinn til þess að setjast niður og borða. Það verður allavega virkilega að grípa athygli hans og það tekst alls ekki bara með soðningunni. Hér var reynt að skreyta annars óspennandi hrökkbrauð með einum bíl og tveimur andlitum. Viti menn, hann snarhætti í kúrekaleiknum...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SWtgVrVyNZI/AAAAAAAAA5A/hH5l8w4tosQ/s1600-h/IMG_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290428112804394386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SWtgVrVyNZI/AAAAAAAAA5A/hH5l8w4tosQ/s320/IMG_0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Þau eru nú ekki endilega sögð lík systkinin, hann er sagður líkur móður sinni og hún föður sínum. En það er nú svipur með þeim?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SWtgDbPt61I/AAAAAAAAA44/v-PeSsG09U4/s1600-h/IMG_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290427799246334802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SWtgDbPt61I/AAAAAAAAA44/v-PeSsG09U4/s320/IMG_0225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stefán kominn í jólafötin. Glæsilegur ungur maður.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SWtfAZHXvTI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Ct6pTz6RK6k/s1600-h/IMG_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290426647623220530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SWtfAZHXvTI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Ct6pTz6RK6k/s320/IMG_0232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eftir að við höfðum sporðrennt jólakalkúninum þá var boðið uppá heimalagaðan ís. Fríða er rosadugleg að borða og sló öll met um jólahátíðina. Hún át alla undir borðið í skötuveislunni hjá afa Hadda til að mynda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SWterUsdpkI/AAAAAAAAA4o/d16ORehnR8Q/s1600-h/IMG_0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290426285659366978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SWterUsdpkI/AAAAAAAAA4o/d16ORehnR8Q/s320/IMG_0252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Þetta er felumynd, innan um pakkastóðið má finna þrjá krakka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SWteR0-LRyI/AAAAAAAAA4g/TE8pBsTvnaA/s1600-h/IMG_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290425847646996258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SWteR0-LRyI/AAAAAAAAA4g/TE8pBsTvnaA/s320/IMG_0265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Það kemst lítið annað en Star wars að í kollinum hjá Stefáni þessa dagana. Hann fékk Svarthöfðabúning, geislasverð, starwarskalla og allt hvaðeina. Allavega voru jólafötin á bak og burt eftir að hann opnaði pakkana og svona mætti hann í jólaboðin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SWtd4DiWJdI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/1oIj5oHXhyI/s1600-h/IMG_0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290425404880201170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SWtd4DiWJdI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/1oIj5oHXhyI/s320/IMG_0295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mæðgurnar gera sig tilbúnar í sprengingar í Hnífsdal um áramótin. Fríða mjög vel búin, í kuldagalla, gleraugu og Peltor for kids eyrnahlífar sem Elísa og co. gáfu henni í jólagjöf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SWtdZz09HlI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Vvk4HVgH9s8/s1600-h/IMG_0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290424885267209810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SWtdZz09HlI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Vvk4HVgH9s8/s320/IMG_0326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Þarna eru þau Logi geimgengill og Lilja prinsessa í stjörnustríði....eða Stefán og Hrefna Dís í áramótastuði.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SWtdG6kbdDI/AAAAAAAAA4I/btHlhktxV6A/s1600-h/IMG_0332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290424560659428402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SWtdG6kbdDI/AAAAAAAAA4I/btHlhktxV6A/s320/IMG_0332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eftir kræsingar og kjötsvimann yfir hátíðir var tekinn góður göngutúr í frostinu. Það var virkilega hressandi en auðvitað var Adam ekki lengi frá paradís því Gugga amma Hrefnu Dísar og Soffíu Rúnar bauð öllum göngugörpunum í heitt súkkulaði og meððí!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-6949944540725472883?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/6949944540725472883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=6949944540725472883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/6949944540725472883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/6949944540725472883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2009/01/jl-og-ramtin-fyrir-vestan-kunnum-ekki.html' title='Jól og áramótin fyrir vestan. Kunnum ekki að vera annars staðar.'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SWticQRn6PI/AAAAAAAAA5I/E-zM9CuzGTk/s72-c/IMG_0164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-1330352863813807618</id><published>2008-12-08T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:22:38.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Börnin fríð og góð.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/ST2kh4eggLI/AAAAAAAAA4A/ZDo7EUQ1ZPk/s1600-h/IMG_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/ST2j5L3gV-I/AAAAAAAAA3w/ZNHjs8rtOHU/s1600-h/IMG_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277554541181556706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/ST2j5L3gV-I/AAAAAAAAA3w/ZNHjs8rtOHU/s320/IMG_0112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fríða Katrín er ekki byrjuð að labba, hún kann það en hún er ekki á því að sýna það endilega. Það er þrjóska í telpunni. Hvaðan hún fær hana, vitum við ekki...ehhhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/ST2jlLLPobI/AAAAAAAAA3o/Ydb66Qm5h9s/s1600-h/IMG_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277554197398528434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/ST2jlLLPobI/AAAAAAAAA3o/Ydb66Qm5h9s/s320/IMG_0117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Það þarf ekki mikið til að gleðja þessa ungu mær, ef hún er súr á svipinn má alltaf pota henni í stólinn sinn og færa henni eitthvað að maula. Þarna er hún með flatköku með kæfu og lárperubita...ummmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/ST2jS1P_3TI/AAAAAAAAA3g/DroWZoSAoJ0/s1600-h/IMG_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277553882275241266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/ST2jS1P_3TI/AAAAAAAAA3g/DroWZoSAoJ0/s320/IMG_0119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brostið hefur á með fyrirsætustælum hjá Fríðu. Stútur á munni, hallandi mjaðmir og brosað með augunum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/ST2i-XrJjFI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/v_9GYvVak-0/s1600-h/IMG_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277553530738674770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/ST2i-XrJjFI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/v_9GYvVak-0/s320/IMG_0118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Þessi dáðadrengur kann líka sitthvað fyrir sér þegar myndavél er sveiflað í nálægð. Þarna má hinsvegar sjá litla tilgerð, aðeins stóíska ró.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/ST2imm57uFI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/bpUxbFcX7z0/s1600-h/IMG_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277553122510354514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/ST2imm57uFI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/bpUxbFcX7z0/s320/IMG_0120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fríða er orðin eldklár, líkt og hún á kyn til og er hún þarna að svara til hvar hinir og þessir líkamshlutir eru. Þarna var hún spurð hvar "nebbinn" væri. Hvert er hún að benda...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/ST2iP_Tn_WI/AAAAAAAAA3I/KZsWK3G-ng4/s1600-h/IMG_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277552733923573090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/ST2iP_Tn_WI/AAAAAAAAA3I/KZsWK3G-ng4/s320/IMG_0123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Börnin hittu jólasveina á sunnudaginn. Kertasníkir og Giljagaur tóku forskot á sæluna og kíktu til byggða. Stefán var voða upprifinn af því að hitta þá. Hann fékk líka fullan poka af ýmsu dóti og gotteríi. Engar kartöflur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/ST2htOEXdTI/AAAAAAAAA3A/r7zUPyd49cQ/s1600-h/IMG_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277552136590685490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/ST2htOEXdTI/AAAAAAAAA3A/r7zUPyd49cQ/s320/IMG_0127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fríða Katrín fékk líka fullan poka. Hún var spennt yfir mandarínunni og myndum af fisknum Nemo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/ST2hUt504AI/AAAAAAAAA24/FeDR2JBOeBM/s1600-h/IMG_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277551715639681026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/ST2hUt504AI/AAAAAAAAA24/FeDR2JBOeBM/s320/IMG_0129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jólaballið var haldið fyrir starfsfólk Pennans, á skrifstofunni í Glæsibæ. Eftir að hafa dansað, sungið, þegið pakkana frá jólasveinum og borðað kökur og kræsingar tók ég eina mynd. Allir saddir og sælir eftir góðan dag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-1330352863813807618?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/1330352863813807618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=1330352863813807618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/1330352863813807618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/1330352863813807618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2008/12/fr.html' title='Börnin fríð og góð.'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/ST2j5L3gV-I/AAAAAAAAA3w/ZNHjs8rtOHU/s72-c/IMG_0112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-5028100276587559595</id><published>2008-11-17T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:16:37.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Klipp og kitl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SSHZNWNwkvI/AAAAAAAAA14/M1tLDGm7e-A/s1600-h/sumar+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269731862325007090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SSHZNWNwkvI/AAAAAAAAA14/M1tLDGm7e-A/s320/sumar+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Það er við hæfi að fara í klippingu áður en Vetur konungur kemur til byggða. Þannig er öll fjölskyldan búin að fara í klippingu á síðustu dögum; mamman fór á stofu í vesturbænum, pabbinn á Akureyri, Fríða heima og Stefán á Háteigsveginum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SSHX7aAHdxI/AAAAAAAAA1w/pLnhZ13QRwI/s1600-h/sumar+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269730454592255762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SSHX7aAHdxI/AAAAAAAAA1w/pLnhZ13QRwI/s320/sumar+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Það var hrekkjavaka á dögunum og við Fríða deildum eðlubúningi. Við vorum mjög hræðileg saman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SSHXrTFGc-I/AAAAAAAAA1o/mBXYCNddAmo/s1600-h/sumar+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269730177856205794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SSHXrTFGc-I/AAAAAAAAA1o/mBXYCNddAmo/s320/sumar+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fríða Katrín getur verið mjög stríðin og lætur hún ekki gott kitlfæri úr hendi sleppa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SSHXM_bQ8HI/AAAAAAAAA1g/40ALwE3PBHA/s1600-h/sumar+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269729657184383090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SSHXM_bQ8HI/AAAAAAAAA1g/40ALwE3PBHA/s320/sumar+194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Það var kominn tími á klippingu hjá Stefáni Bjarti. Hann sá vart lengur út úr lubbanum og kennararnir voru farnir að kvarta yfir að sjá illa framan í hann. Þessi mynd er tekin þegar hann var á leiðinni út í klippingu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SSHWsP-uA5I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ivWlFQYLepk/s1600-h/sumar+197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269729094692373394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SSHWsP-uA5I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ivWlFQYLepk/s320/sumar+197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Megum við kynna "Nýja Stefán Bjart". Þessi mynd er tekin um leið og hann kom heim. Þetta er aldeilis nýr Stefán. Heitir ekki allt "nýi" þetta og "nýi" hitt í dag?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SSHWeEO8-SI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/P9OFY3lqomQ/s1600-h/IMG_3776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269728851021068578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SSHWeEO8-SI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/P9OFY3lqomQ/s320/IMG_3776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fríða litla var smástund að átta sig á nýja Stefáni en um leið og það kom, fór hún strax að kitla hann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-5028100276587559595?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/5028100276587559595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=5028100276587559595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/5028100276587559595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/5028100276587559595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2008/11/klipp-og-kitl.html' title='Klipp og kitl'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SSHZNWNwkvI/AAAAAAAAA14/M1tLDGm7e-A/s72-c/sumar+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-4611450277984745920</id><published>2008-10-23T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T15:47:24.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haustið er komið og börnin glöð og hress!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SQD7IwrDTpI/AAAAAAAAAlU/MWcoKf0teh4/s1600-h/sumar+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260480492691738258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SQD7IwrDTpI/AAAAAAAAAlU/MWcoKf0teh4/s320/sumar+140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haustið er komið og börnin mætt í skólann. Stefán er voða ánægður í Hlíðaskóla og honum gengur voða vel. Á þessari mynd getur hann vart hamið hláturinn eftir að ég bað hann að vera alvarlegan á mynd. Takið eftir húðflúrinu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SQD88IImAiI/AAAAAAAAAlk/1KD8lqMbRhs/s1600-h/sumar+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260482474674618914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SQD88IImAiI/AAAAAAAAAlk/1KD8lqMbRhs/s320/sumar+143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stefán er duglegur að læra og ekki er það ónýtt að hafa móður sína sem kennara. Stefán er byrjaður að lesa og er þarna að skreyta lestrarbókina sína.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SQD6tLI_gCI/AAAAAAAAAlE/igHDi81Y8eg/s1600-h/sumar+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260480018760302626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SQD6tLI_gCI/AAAAAAAAAlE/igHDi81Y8eg/s320/sumar+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Þau eru mjög miklir fjörkálfar og finnst voða gaman að leika sér í hjónarúminu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SQD7pVbWLUI/AAAAAAAAAlc/vV2LZ8Vz3Zg/s1600-h/sumar+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260481052313791810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SQD7pVbWLUI/AAAAAAAAAlc/vV2LZ8Vz3Zg/s320/sumar+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Þarna er hún Fríða aðeins að róast í rúminu og brosir sínu blíðasta. Það er ekki laust við að hún líkist henni Kaju frænku sinni. Ekki leiðum að líkjast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SQD6gRiLCTI/AAAAAAAAAk8/ZZwgYypraIM/s1600-h/sumar+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260479797138229554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SQD6gRiLCTI/AAAAAAAAAk8/ZZwgYypraIM/s320/sumar+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fríða er byrjuð á leikskólanum Sólhlíð, þar sem Stefán var. Henni gekk rosalega vel í aðlöguninni, það var ekkert mál að skilja hana eftir hjá krökkunum. Þarna er hún hinsvegar heima hjá sér að skutla honum Bangsímon úr stofunni yfir í herbergi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-4611450277984745920?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/4611450277984745920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=4611450277984745920' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/4611450277984745920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/4611450277984745920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2008/10/hausti-er-komi-og-brnin-gl-og-hress.html' title='Haustið er komið og börnin glöð og hress!'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SQD7IwrDTpI/AAAAAAAAAlU/MWcoKf0teh4/s72-c/sumar+140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-1538356912026205598</id><published>2008-09-03T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:00:17.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumarfríið á Ísafirði</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SL8R9Ky1UsI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Q-ArO4twIrQ/s1600-h/sumar+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241928233849803458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SL8R9Ky1UsI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Q-ArO4twIrQ/s320/sumar+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Á síðasta degi Stefáns á leikskólanum Sólhlíð, mætti hann með tvær hljómsveitir með sér. Benni Hemm Hemm og Reykjavík! komu og spiluðu fyrir krakkana. Skólastjórinn komst svo að orði að flestir krakkar kæmu með köku eða ís á síðasta deginum en Stefán þurfti að gera þetta öðruvísi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SL8RwW5X81I/AAAAAAAAAkM/3ftzipRVL4E/s1600-h/sumar+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241928013760164690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SL8RwW5X81I/AAAAAAAAAkM/3ftzipRVL4E/s320/sumar+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eftir að Stefán hætti á skólanum lá leiðin strax vestur í paradísina. Þarna eru krakkarnir hjá afa Stebba að fagna nýustu frænkunni, henni Soffíu Rún. Hún var skírð í endaðan júlí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SL8RhvPwr7I/AAAAAAAAAkE/BwSZGFIrOQ0/s1600-h/sumar+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241927762598473650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SL8RhvPwr7I/AAAAAAAAAkE/BwSZGFIrOQ0/s320/sumar+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Við fórum í frábæra heimsókn í Dufansdal til Árnýjar, Súna, Jóns Darra og Brynhildar Lailu. Þarna eru Fríða og Brynhildur í náttúruparadísinni við Hvestu, grunlausar um alla umræðu um olíuhreinsunarstöð.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SL8RP2UMH6I/AAAAAAAAAj8/Z4arRwn9ff8/s1600-h/IMG_3597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241927455258451874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SL8RP2UMH6I/AAAAAAAAAj8/Z4arRwn9ff8/s320/IMG_3597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Að sjálfsögðu fórum við á Valseyri og fengum að gista eina nótt. Þarna er hún amma Didda og Fríða að ræða málin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SL8Q-7_Pc_I/AAAAAAAAAj0/ra30doWzu_w/s1600-h/sumar+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241927164723426290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SL8Q-7_Pc_I/AAAAAAAAAj0/ra30doWzu_w/s320/sumar+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Í endaðan ágúst byrjaði svo Stefán í Hlíðaskóla, þarna er hann á leiðinni í skólann fyrsta daginn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SL8Qz0LwAfI/AAAAAAAAAjs/JaBQwTdtUbU/s1600-h/sumar+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241926973649846770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SL8Qz0LwAfI/AAAAAAAAAjs/JaBQwTdtUbU/s320/sumar+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stefán getur stundum verið voða hugsi við matarborðið. Þá finnst honum rétti tíminn að ræða málin og slíkt, í stað þess að borða matinn sinn. Það er svo sem skiljanlegt á þessum tímum, allir á fleygiferð. En hann mætti taka systur sína til fyrirmyndar í matarást sinni. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-1538356912026205598?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/1538356912026205598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=1538356912026205598' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/1538356912026205598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/1538356912026205598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2008/09/sumarfri-safiri.html' title='Sumarfríið á Ísafirði'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SL8R9Ky1UsI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Q-ArO4twIrQ/s72-c/sumar+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-7658278961158630536</id><published>2008-07-22T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T04:41:30.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stefán á hjóli</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fb3a856821fbb8be" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfb3a856821fbb8be%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331297575%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2DD0AA613B2CD83A2B550A04D1EFB10F6EFA3360.12E691029161915E1DE04F0A0AB61D6204D956B8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb3a856821fbb8be%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyTXQLqIsNDo3XUxFBWBsg3YERTI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfb3a856821fbb8be%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331297575%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2DD0AA613B2CD83A2B550A04D1EFB10F6EFA3360.12E691029161915E1DE04F0A0AB61D6204D956B8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb3a856821fbb8be%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyTXQLqIsNDo3XUxFBWBsg3YERTI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stefán fór út að hjóla með ömmu Steinu og það gekk svona vel að hann er alveg búin að ná þessu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225801312215380242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SIXGmyFeMRI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Rk18yPA_bSI/s320/IMG_3533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Næsta verkefni hjá henni er svo að kenna Fríðu að labba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-7658278961158630536?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fb3a856821fbb8be&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/7658278961158630536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=7658278961158630536' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/7658278961158630536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/7658278961158630536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2008/07/stefn-hjli.html' title='Stefán á hjóli'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SIXGmyFeMRI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Rk18yPA_bSI/s72-c/IMG_3533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-3394401384483665857</id><published>2008-07-18T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T02:44:04.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Á sjó</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SIBkE4Ucn8I/AAAAAAAAAjc/OUYG3h1tjEU/s1600-h/bs_sum_08001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224285602750177218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SIBkE4Ucn8I/AAAAAAAAAjc/OUYG3h1tjEU/s320/bs_sum_08001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Strax morguninn eftir að við komum vestur dreif Jón Þór okkur út á sjó.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SIBjwaL3sXI/AAAAAAAAAjU/WUx5Tcc82t4/s1600-h/bs_sum_08011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224285251063755122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SIBjwaL3sXI/AAAAAAAAAjU/WUx5Tcc82t4/s320/bs_sum_08011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Það voru veiðistangir um borð og við Stefán fengum þennan stærðar þorsk sem varð að plokkfisk í Kjarrholtinu um kvöldið.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SIBjVB5IDoI/AAAAAAAAAjM/G40IX9xmkHI/s1600-h/bs_sum_08014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224284780686216834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SIBjVB5IDoI/AAAAAAAAAjM/G40IX9xmkHI/s320/bs_sum_08014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veiðimaðurinn verður að gera að aflanum sjálfur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SIBi5GuIKPI/AAAAAAAAAjE/HuvpxPI_hDw/s1600-h/bs_sum_08016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224284300945926386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SIBi5GuIKPI/AAAAAAAAAjE/HuvpxPI_hDw/s320/bs_sum_08016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stefáni leist ekkert á aðfarir móður sinnar þegar hún gerði að fiskinum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SIBgQWQfKCI/AAAAAAAAAi8/XIvsqZ2Y3HM/s1600-h/bs_sum_08004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224281401718679586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SIBgQWQfKCI/AAAAAAAAAi8/XIvsqZ2Y3HM/s320/bs_sum_08004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En hann gleymdi þessu öllu þegar hann fékk að stýra heim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-3394401384483665857?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/3394401384483665857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=3394401384483665857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/3394401384483665857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/3394401384483665857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2008/07/sj.html' title='Á sjó'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SIBkE4Ucn8I/AAAAAAAAAjc/OUYG3h1tjEU/s72-c/bs_sum_08001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-8880937317935498401</id><published>2008-06-24T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T17:10:06.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumarið er tíminn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SGGIaycqrBI/AAAAAAAAAio/OzrZrPEbxcI/s1600-h/IMG_3427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215599837271731218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SGGIaycqrBI/AAAAAAAAAio/OzrZrPEbxcI/s320/IMG_3427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fríða Katrín tók mikið stökk í kjölfar afmælis síns og hóf að taka enn hressilegar á matnum sínum, fór að taka fleiri tennur og að stíga meira í lappirnar. Hún er eiginlega orðinn hinn mesti mathákur, hún nær m.a.s. að tæma af disknum áður en maður nær að smella af!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SGGHsm_4AgI/AAAAAAAAAig/jRcblf5HiuA/s1600-h/IMG_3419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215599043924197890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SGGHsm_4AgI/AAAAAAAAAig/jRcblf5HiuA/s320/IMG_3419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stefán Bjartur ákvað að kenna litlu systur sinni hvernig maður kubbar og hann bjó til Hallgrímskirkju. Væntanlega mynda þá kubbarnir sem eru hjá honum á teppinu Listasafn Einars Jónssonar við Freyjugötu. Hann er lunkinn strákurinn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SGGA32T_daI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Vt94-Gf0aWo/s1600-h/DSC00510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215591540432270754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SGGA32T_daI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Vt94-Gf0aWo/s320/DSC00510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stefán fékk hjól í byrjun sumars. Hjólið er rosa gæjalegt og stórt. Hann rétt nær niður og er að enn að æfa sig, það tekur tíma og dassa af þolinmæði. Hann veit ekki alveg hvað það er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SGGAvEo_KaI/AAAAAAAAAhk/KtbWoLeRtkg/s1600-h/DSC00532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215591389659605410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SGGAvEo_KaI/AAAAAAAAAhk/KtbWoLeRtkg/s320/DSC00532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Þarna er hún Fríða sumarleg í vagninum, nýkomin af sumarhátíð Sólhlíðar (leikskóla Stefáns).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SGGAltRKG9I/AAAAAAAAAhc/i90gE1EkqZg/s1600-h/DSC00545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215591228766821330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SGGAltRKG9I/AAAAAAAAAhc/i90gE1EkqZg/s320/DSC00545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Þetta er hreinlega póstkort! Þarna er Stefán á þjóðhátíðardaginn að skoða forsetabílinn, gamla Packardinn sem kostaði meira en allir demantar Dorritar. Hann er glæsilegur. Stefán heimtaði að við keyptum svona bíl, enda hundleiður á þessum Golf station bíl sem fjölskyldan hefur látið sér duga síðustu ár. Þetta er spurning um "Bryndís á Bessastaði" eftir 4 ár?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-8880937317935498401?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/8880937317935498401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=8880937317935498401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/8880937317935498401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/8880937317935498401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2008/06/sumari-er-tminn.html' title='Sumarið er tíminn!'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SGGIaycqrBI/AAAAAAAAAio/OzrZrPEbxcI/s72-c/IMG_3427.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-7370016446252517686</id><published>2008-05-31T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T11:12:02.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bb8e47d103464723" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbb8e47d103464723%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331297575%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6379DCEA1507CCAB639CCB457C5423DC5FD4D858.340B030B1DACB34C7031B3E612C8ED3566BF1C3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbb8e47d103464723%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Der3b6I1jiAOb3Xh26gHgLREaoY8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbb8e47d103464723%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331297575%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6379DCEA1507CCAB639CCB457C5423DC5FD4D858.340B030B1DACB34C7031B3E612C8ED3566BF1C3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbb8e47d103464723%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Der3b6I1jiAOb3Xh26gHgLREaoY8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stefán útskrifaðist af leikskólanum Sólhlíð í síðustu viku. Var haldin athöfn þar krakkarnir sungu nokkur lög, fengu hatt og viðurkenningu svo var veisla á eftir. Batterýin í myndavélinni kláruðust en sem betur fer var Frænka með fínu vélina sína og tók myndir sem koma seinna. Hér er verið að syngja lagið Efemía. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SEGO9VGa3TI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Z8-sqCCOQVE/s1600-h/Frida_ammali+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206599828504239410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SEGO9VGa3TI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Z8-sqCCOQVE/s320/Frida_ammali+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; hér eru þau að syngja lagið eldurinn logar með tilheyrandi handahreyfingum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SEGPU-Ut3KI/AAAAAAAAAhE/wJhCVuGA4AE/s1600-h/Frida_ammali+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206600234707049634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SEGPU-Ut3KI/AAAAAAAAAhE/wJhCVuGA4AE/s320/Frida_ammali+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fríða hélt upp á 1. árs afmælið sitt og bauð nokkrum vinum í kaffi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SEGOm0kjRaI/AAAAAAAAAg0/vB6QYOR59nQ/s1600-h/Frida_ammali+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206599441815127458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SEGOm0kjRaI/AAAAAAAAAg0/vB6QYOR59nQ/s320/Frida_ammali+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hún var í vorða fínum kjól sem hún fékk lánaðan hjá Jöhönnu frænku sinni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SEGOV-0UecI/AAAAAAAAAgs/bJ3I-o5SvwQ/s1600-h/Frida_ammali+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206599152507845058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SEGOV-0UecI/AAAAAAAAAgs/bJ3I-o5SvwQ/s320/Frida_ammali+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Þennan flotta smekk fékk hún frá frænkum sínum á Ísafirði þeim Hrefnu og nýfæddri Guðsteinu  eða Jóhönnu Bryndísi (djók).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SEGN-Zw6hTI/AAAAAAAAAgk/QN5xBMBh3aQ/s1600-h/Frida_ammali+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206598747424458034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SEGN-Zw6hTI/AAAAAAAAAgk/QN5xBMBh3aQ/s320/Frida_ammali+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eftir erfiðan dag, allan baksturinn og gestaganginn varð Fríða svo þreytt að hún sofnaði fram á göngugrindina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-7370016446252517686?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bb8e47d103464723&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/7370016446252517686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=7370016446252517686' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/7370016446252517686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/7370016446252517686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2008/05/stefn-tskrifaist-af-leiksklanum-slhl.html' title=''/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SEGO9VGa3TI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Z8-sqCCOQVE/s72-c/Frida_ammali+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-2134755343133105195</id><published>2008-05-18T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T04:37:24.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vorið kom, og hlaupabólan og fjarstýrður bíll!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SDAP_4YdYpI/AAAAAAAAAgc/86WW7zXTxsc/s1600-h/vorid+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201675159754072722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SDAP_4YdYpI/AAAAAAAAAgc/86WW7zXTxsc/s320/vorid+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blessuð börnin reyna sitt besta að sýna bros þegar einhver mundar myndavél. Þarna er Fríða að sýna viðleitni þrátt fyrir hlaupabólu og slappleika. Svo veifar hún líka til lesenda þessarar síðu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SDAP1oYdYoI/AAAAAAAAAgU/M8Wj1xthjaA/s1600-h/vorid+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201674983660413570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SDAP1oYdYoI/AAAAAAAAAgU/M8Wj1xthjaA/s320/vorid+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Við fengum á dögunum heimsókn frá Barcelona, þau mæðgin Rita Svanhild (þ.e. Hildur) og Aaron Ingi komu heim til Íslands í nokkra daga. Þarna er hann Aaron að prófa hárskraut úr smiðju Bryndísar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SDAPrYYdYnI/AAAAAAAAAgM/8oqymaMboIM/s1600-h/vorid+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201674807566754418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SDAPrYYdYnI/AAAAAAAAAgM/8oqymaMboIM/s320/vorid+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Þetta er ekki óalgeng sjón að sjá hana ,,frænku" með börnin í kringum sig. Þarna eru þau Stefán og Fríða í fanginu á Bryndísi og Steingerður vill vafalaust komast að líka. Þarna eru allir heima hjá Maju frænku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SDAPaYYdYmI/AAAAAAAAAgE/0bVGlncaeKc/s1600-h/vorid+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201674515508978274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SDAPaYYdYmI/AAAAAAAAAgE/0bVGlncaeKc/s320/vorid+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Afi Haddi og amma Didda fóru til Danmerkur á dögunum. Áður en þau fóru hvíslaði Stefán því að afa sínum að hann mætti endilega athuga hvort hann sæi fjarstýrðan bíl fyrir sig. Ekki vissum við foreldrarnir af þessu en þegar amma og afi komu heim, kom þessi líka tröllvaxni kappakstursbíll upp úr töskunum. Það vantar ekki mikið uppá að Fríða komist undir stýrið.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SDAPO4YdYlI/AAAAAAAAAf8/miQTWsISgZM/s1600-h/vorid+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201674317940482642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SDAPO4YdYlI/AAAAAAAAAf8/miQTWsISgZM/s320/vorid+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stefán stóri bróðir er mjög duglegur að passa uppá litlu systur. Þarna er hann að snýta henni Fríðu sinni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SDAPAoYdYkI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Mf9YCd4usDU/s1600-h/vorid+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201674073127346754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SDAPAoYdYkI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Mf9YCd4usDU/s320/vorid+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stefán var líka duglegur í eldhúsinu á dögunum, hann var aðstoðarkokkur þegar mamma hans töfraði fram dýrindis kjúklingabaunarétt. Hann var ekki alveg jafn duglegur þegar kom að því að borða matinn en hann klöngraðist í gegnum hann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SDAO14YdYjI/AAAAAAAAAfs/JEHEAuOgV8Q/s1600-h/vorid+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201673888443753010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SDAO14YdYjI/AAAAAAAAAfs/JEHEAuOgV8Q/s320/vorid+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Þarna eru þau systkinin í sófanum að horfa á barnatímann. Bæði eru þau með þessa fínu hárlubba. Finnst ykkur þau lík?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-2134755343133105195?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/2134755343133105195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=2134755343133105195' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/2134755343133105195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/2134755343133105195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2008/05/vori-kom-og-hlaupablan-og-fjarstrur-bll.html' title='Vorið kom, og hlaupabólan og fjarstýrður bíll!'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/SDAP_4YdYpI/AAAAAAAAAgc/86WW7zXTxsc/s72-c/vorid+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-7704936386593682826</id><published>2008-03-31T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T16:56:35.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alveg dýrðlegir páskar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R_F1FM4WHKI/AAAAAAAAAe0/j6ZIyoHKEzM/s1600-h/IMG_1559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184053378297502882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R_F1FM4WHKI/AAAAAAAAAe0/j6ZIyoHKEzM/s320/IMG_1559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stefán Bjartur kallar ekki allt ömmu sína þegar kemur að töffaraskap. Það er engu líkara en hann haldi að hann sé í hljómsveitinni Oasis... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R_F01s4WHJI/AAAAAAAAAes/W8-0qG1YQzU/s1600-h/litla+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184053112009530514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R_F01s4WHJI/AAAAAAAAAes/W8-0qG1YQzU/s320/litla+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fríða er þarna í himnasælu með Sæmundi í eldhúsinu hjá ömmu og afa í Kjarrholtinu. Hver var annars aftur sagan af matarkexinu og Sæmundi...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R_F0p84WHII/AAAAAAAAAek/XbeT5Eal42c/s1600-h/litla+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184052910146067586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R_F0p84WHII/AAAAAAAAAek/XbeT5Eal42c/s320/litla+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stefán með mömmu sinni á skíðasvæðinu í Tungudal á föstudaginn langa. Þau voru m.a. að fylgjast með pabba að spila með Dr.Gunna og félögum en þau skemmtu krökkunum á skíðasvæðinu með lögunum úr Abbababb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R_F0as4WHHI/AAAAAAAAAec/p5knhC-JiAk/s1600-h/litla+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184052648153062514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R_F0as4WHHI/AAAAAAAAAec/p5knhC-JiAk/s320/litla+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Þarna er hljómsveitin komin á svið daginn eftir á Aldrei fór ég suður. Ég, Gunni, Heiða og Elvar mynduðum þarna hljómsveitina Unun og fengum við Óttarr Proppé í eitt lag. Stefán Bjartur stóð stjarfur af hrifningu út í sal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R_F0I84WHGI/AAAAAAAAAeU/pVGwCMfp3kA/s1600-h/litla+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184052343210384482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R_F0I84WHGI/AAAAAAAAAeU/pVGwCMfp3kA/s320/litla+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Norðlendingurinn Sigrún María kom í heimsókn og eru þær Fríða þarna að ræða málin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R_Fz6s4WHFI/AAAAAAAAAeM/zstgf2T4tyE/s1600-h/litla+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184052098397248594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R_Fz6s4WHFI/AAAAAAAAAeM/zstgf2T4tyE/s320/litla+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fríða státar einu af hina vinsæla hárskrauti mömmu sinnar en Bryndís hefur búið til aragrúa af svaka flottu hárskrauti síðustu misseri og selt mikið af. Engin furða ef hún fær svona fyrirsætur...! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(þið getið kommentað hér fyrir neðan ef þið viljið forvitnast um hárskrautin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R_Fznc4WHEI/AAAAAAAAAeE/1i6F_O2ro7o/s1600-h/litla+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184051767684766786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R_Fznc4WHEI/AAAAAAAAAeE/1i6F_O2ro7o/s320/litla+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jóhanna með krakkana sína, Stefán og Hrefnu Dís út í garði. Þau virðast hafa dottið í holu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R_Fzcs4WHDI/AAAAAAAAAd8/u99Zy39v1jE/s1600-h/litla+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184051583001173042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R_Fzcs4WHDI/AAAAAAAAAd8/u99Zy39v1jE/s320/litla+155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Stefán er misduglegur við heimilisstörfin en það verður ekki tekið af honum að hann er mjög duglegur að taka til í dósa- og flöskusöfnuninni. Það er auðséð af hverjum hann hefur lært tæknina, jú honum Georgi Bjarnfreðarsyni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-7704936386593682826?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/7704936386593682826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=7704936386593682826' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/7704936386593682826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/7704936386593682826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2008/03/alveg-drlegir-pskar.html' title='Alveg dýrðlegir páskar.'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R_F1FM4WHKI/AAAAAAAAAe0/j6ZIyoHKEzM/s72-c/IMG_1559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-1844603373537382376</id><published>2008-02-13T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T14:35:04.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stefán og Fríða á flugi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R7NsUdOJvAI/AAAAAAAAAd0/sa5G30Ok8RY/s1600-h/IMG_1528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166592296221260802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R7NsUdOJvAI/AAAAAAAAAd0/sa5G30Ok8RY/s320/IMG_1528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fríða Katrín er æði brosmild stúlka. Þessa dagana býður hún ekki bara uppá bros heldur fylgir þessa fína gretta með.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R7NsFtOJu_I/AAAAAAAAAds/XrgB_yoFQ14/s1600-h/IMG_1517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166592042818190322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R7NsFtOJu_I/AAAAAAAAAds/XrgB_yoFQ14/s320/IMG_1517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Þess á milli getur hún verið mjög virðuleg og alvarleg í bragði.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R7Nr29OJu-I/AAAAAAAAAdk/RvpS_sCnEDc/s1600-h/IMG_1504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166591789415119842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R7Nr29OJu-I/AAAAAAAAAdk/RvpS_sCnEDc/s320/IMG_1504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Á öskudagsmorgun var það ekki Stefán Bjartur sem kom út úr herbergi sínu heldur var það ofurhetjan Júlíus (þetta tengist víst teiknimyndinni Hin Ótrúlegu eða The Incredibles). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R7Nrp9OJu9I/AAAAAAAAAdc/IsJHCJ_LVis/s1600-h/IMG_1513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166591566076820434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R7Nrp9OJu9I/AAAAAAAAAdc/IsJHCJ_LVis/s320/IMG_1513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ofurhetjan flaug á leikskólann í hinum glæsilega búningi sínum, með skikkju og öllu tilheyrandi, og svo aftur til baka, hann lék af als oddi allan daginn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R7NrXdOJu8I/AAAAAAAAAdU/1vbcUyeNrHg/s1600-h/IMG_1527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166591248249240514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R7NrXdOJu8I/AAAAAAAAAdU/1vbcUyeNrHg/s320/IMG_1527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Allt var þetta voða gaman þar til kom að háttatímanum, þá þurfti að taka málninguna úr andlitinu. Við feðgar reyndum og reyndum en þar sem hvorugur okkar erum reyndir í meiköppi tókst það ekki vel. Drengurinn leit út eins og meðlimur í Addamsfjölskyldunni eða Ragnar Sólberg í hljómsveitinni Sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R7NqvNOJu6I/AAAAAAAAAdE/ukqaOZcjpoM/s1600-h/IMG_1555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166590556759505826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R7NqvNOJu6I/AAAAAAAAAdE/ukqaOZcjpoM/s320/IMG_1555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Að síðustu er hér mynd sem tekin var í dag. Þarna situr hún Fríða fremst á gólfinu heima hjá Bjarnveigu en þar voru þær mæðgur í smá mömmuklúbbi. Frá vinstri er Matthías Guðni sonur Elínar vinkonu Bryndísar, Halldór Hvannar sem er frændi Matthíasar, Einar Andrés hennar Kiddýar, Fríða og svo er hún Elísabet Lára hennar Bjarnveigar lengst til hægri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-1844603373537382376?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/1844603373537382376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=1844603373537382376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/1844603373537382376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/1844603373537382376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2008/02/stefn-og-fra-flugi.html' title='Stefán og Fríða á flugi'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R7NsUdOJvAI/AAAAAAAAAd0/sa5G30Ok8RY/s72-c/IMG_1528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-190602344149335485</id><published>2008-02-02T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T07:26:54.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Janúarstuð!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R6XT1EP056I/AAAAAAAAAcw/Bc0qnVSnKEY/s1600-h/IMG_1434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162765456476792738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R6XT1EP056I/AAAAAAAAAcw/Bc0qnVSnKEY/s320/IMG_1434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nú er hún Fríða komin á þann aldur að hún er farin að fatta þegar verið er að taka ljósmynd. Hún líkt og allir krakkar sem alast upp á þessum tímum setja því upp sparibrosið um leið og einhver hefur myndavél eða síma á loft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R6TEeEP054I/AAAAAAAAAcg/vqev-uSQ5Vo/s1600-h/IMG_1450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162467093688674178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R6TEeEP054I/AAAAAAAAAcg/vqev-uSQ5Vo/s320/IMG_1450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Þrátt fyrir að úti væri fjúk og hrím og hjarn var Stefán hvergi banginn og renndi sér á hinu frábæra útivistarsvæði sem Klambratún er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R6TEeUP055I/AAAAAAAAAco/HnnqqryA1nw/s1600-h/IMG_1446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162467097983641490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R6TEeUP055I/AAAAAAAAAco/HnnqqryA1nw/s320/IMG_1446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ef maður klæðir sig vel þá er vel hægt að hafa gaman, m.a.s. í þessum Þrándheimskulda sem boðið hefur verið uppá síðustu daga hér í Reykjavík. Fríða kom líka með okkur út á tún.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R6TEBUP053I/AAAAAAAAAcY/SJxsZRIAD9o/s1600-h/IMG_1474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162466599767435122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R6TEBUP053I/AAAAAAAAAcY/SJxsZRIAD9o/s320/IMG_1474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fríða fylgist mikið með sjónvarpinu, hún reyndi að fylgjast með strákunum okkar á EM en missti þráðinn á miðri leið. Nú eru það auglýsingar og Lottó sem heilla hve mest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R6XT1UP057I/AAAAAAAAAc4/demHN0Sa4jo/s1600-h/IMG_1489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162765460771760050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R6XT1UP057I/AAAAAAAAAc4/demHN0Sa4jo/s320/IMG_1489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stefán horfði með okkur á Laugardagslögin í gær, þar sem spennan var í hámarki. Okkar menn í Dr.Spock kepptu. Stefán var orðinn svo spenntur að hann fór inn í herbergi og dressaði sig upp í anda Spock. Appelsínugult flísteppi sem skikkja, bláir skíða vettlingar, stjörnunærbolur og náttbuxur var hans framlag. Stefán var reyndar mjög hrifinn af rokk-klæðnaði Óttars Proppé í keppninni og spurði Óttarr á dögunum á förnum vegi hvar hann hafi fengið bleiku glimmerbuxurnar. Þær fengust víst í sérverslun fyrir dansara í Ameríku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-190602344149335485?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/190602344149335485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=190602344149335485' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/190602344149335485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/190602344149335485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2008/02/janarstu.html' title='Janúarstuð!'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R6XT1EP056I/AAAAAAAAAcw/Bc0qnVSnKEY/s72-c/IMG_1434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-3235355391231370379</id><published>2008-01-07T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T16:13:16.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jólin og áramót í Hnífsdal og á Ísafirði.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R4K6YOYTL1I/AAAAAAAAAa0/CFX87k-s7h8/s1600-h/IMG_1310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152885849004912466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R4K6YOYTL1I/AAAAAAAAAa0/CFX87k-s7h8/s320/IMG_1310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Þarna er verið að búa til jólakortið í ár. Bryndís prófaði hinu ýmsu fídusa á flottu myndavélinni  og þarna er vélin stillt á jól...! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R4K58OYTL0I/AAAAAAAAAas/Ghm5oUv4YAE/s1600-h/IMG_1325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152885367968575298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R4K58OYTL0I/AAAAAAAAAas/Ghm5oUv4YAE/s320/IMG_1325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Við fórum að sjálfsögðu vestur um hátíðir og þarna erum við komin í Hnífsdal til Kaju og Smára á aðfangadagskvöld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R4K5luYTLzI/AAAAAAAAAak/7qjXG_mnMZY/s1600-h/IMG_1342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152884981421518642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R4K5luYTLzI/AAAAAAAAAak/7qjXG_mnMZY/s320/IMG_1342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pakkaflóðið var ægilegt og þarna fær Fríða hjálp frá afa sínum að opna nokkra þeirra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R4K5LOYTLyI/AAAAAAAAAac/9-1hYEtfjnw/s1600-h/IMG_1347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152884526154985250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R4K5LOYTLyI/AAAAAAAAAac/9-1hYEtfjnw/s320/IMG_1347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Þarna er Stefán að rífa utan af stóra pakkanum frá foreldrum sínum, hann innihélt Playmobil sjóræningjaskip, eitthvað sem hann var búinn að dreyma um lengi. Þegar pakkastæðurnar í Hnífsdal lágu í valnum var gerð önnur atlaga inní Kjarrholti en þar beið annað eins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R4K4yeYTLxI/AAAAAAAAAaU/hQS0OzPcsqY/s1600-h/IMG_1388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152884100953222930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R4K4yeYTLxI/AAAAAAAAAaU/hQS0OzPcsqY/s320/IMG_1388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Á gamlárskveldi borðuðum við í Kjarrholtinu og fórum við feðgar á brennuna á Hauganesi. Það var voða gaman, mikið af fólki og einnig var glæsileg flugeldasýning. Allt fór þetta fram í logni og blíðu en þegar líða tók á miðnætti fór að hvessa allhressilega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R4K4iOYTLwI/AAAAAAAAAaM/-X-8HwBHLgM/s1600-h/IMG_1428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152883821780348674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R4K4iOYTLwI/AAAAAAAAAaM/-X-8HwBHLgM/s320/IMG_1428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Þegar við komum heim í Barmahlíðina hófust smíðar á sjóræningjadallinum. Það tók hátt á þriðja tíma að koma skipinu saman en ekki einn og hálfan líkt og stóð á kassanum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-3235355391231370379?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/3235355391231370379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=3235355391231370379' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/3235355391231370379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/3235355391231370379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2008/01/jlin-og-ramt-hnfsdal-og-safiri.html' title='Jólin og áramót í Hnífsdal og á Ísafirði.'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R4K6YOYTL1I/AAAAAAAAAa0/CFX87k-s7h8/s72-c/IMG_1310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-4066261102365934165</id><published>2007-12-13T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T16:20:42.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jólaundirbúningur og fleira.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143608718274906306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R2HE4JRgyMI/AAAAAAAAAZc/UUePM2vIL0o/s320/IMG_1165.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Þarna er Fríða í essinu sínu. Hún er með besta vin sinn, flóðhestinn. Það er alveg sama hvort Fríða sé svaka pirruð, hágrátandi, sársvöng eða dauðsyfjuð, þegar flóðhesturinn mætir á svæðið þá fríkar hún út, verður svakalega æst og skælbrosandi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R2HEppRgyLI/AAAAAAAAAZU/LYPUz2NWSEU/s1600-h/IMG_1260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143608469166803122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R2HEppRgyLI/AAAAAAAAAZU/LYPUz2NWSEU/s320/IMG_1260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Þarna er Stefán að sýna okkur hvernig maður ber sig að þegar maður fer í kirkju. Maður hallar augnlokunum og er alveg kyrr. Þetta varð það fyrsta sem hann nefndi þegar hann mátaði jólafötin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R2HESZRgyKI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Ku8_Bq_0-Fw/s1600-h/IMG_1162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143608069734844578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R2HESZRgyKI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Ku8_Bq_0-Fw/s320/IMG_1162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Þær eru rosa sætar mæðgurnar, össs.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R2HECZRgyJI/AAAAAAAAAZE/N2KV_rMeUW8/s1600-h/IMG_1136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143607794856937618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R2HECZRgyJI/AAAAAAAAAZE/N2KV_rMeUW8/s320/IMG_1136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ..og feðginin vússss....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R2HD0ZRgyII/AAAAAAAAAY8/oD2Av230_F4/s1600-h/IMG_1138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143607554338769026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R2HD0ZRgyII/AAAAAAAAAY8/oD2Av230_F4/s320/IMG_1138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Þarna er hún Steingerður jólaálfur, við fórum öll saman á jólaball á dögunum. Það var gaman. Það er engu líkara en hún Stengerður sé að bjóða öðrum að prófa húfuna, enda var það raunin. það fengu allir að prófa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R2HDlZRgyHI/AAAAAAAAAY0/oCLE37ctNRg/s1600-h/IMG_1124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143607296640731250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R2HDlZRgyHI/AAAAAAAAAY0/oCLE37ctNRg/s320/IMG_1124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Þarna er Stefán að kynna sér úrvalið á jólagjöfum í leikfangaverslununum. Hann er mjög spenntur og hefur tileinkað sér þessi blöð sem komið hafa innum lúguna, hann segir þetta vera póst til sín. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143613008947235026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R2HIx5RgyNI/AAAAAAAAAZk/oldDQn12HCI/s320/sbk_glitnir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Loks er hér myndin af Stefáni sem birtist í borðalmanaki Glitnis fyrir árið 2008. Stefán er herra September og fer þarna með mikla speki: "í gamla daga var bara til gamalt fólk, tröll og risaeðlur. Það er rosa langt síðan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-4066261102365934165?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/4066261102365934165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=4066261102365934165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/4066261102365934165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/4066261102365934165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2007/12/jlaundirbningur-og-fleira.html' title='Jólaundirbúningur og fleira.'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/R2HE4JRgyMI/AAAAAAAAAZc/UUePM2vIL0o/s72-c/IMG_1165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-8165349693017616614</id><published>2007-11-15T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T12:56:33.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Krakkarnir í Hlíðunum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RzyZ30NQeFI/AAAAAAAAAYU/jYS3WqRWOrk/s1600-h/IMG_0827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133146859481626706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RzyZ30NQeFI/AAAAAAAAAYU/jYS3WqRWOrk/s320/IMG_0827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Þarna er Stefbjartur í essinu sínu. Þarna er hann með Latabæjarbuffið sitt um hálsinn og töffaralegu húfuna sína. Sú húfa kallast "húfuderhúfa". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RzyZsENQeEI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ZX56k9Nr2QQ/s1600-h/IMG_0847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133146657618163778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RzyZsENQeEI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ZX56k9Nr2QQ/s320/IMG_0847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fjölskyldan fór vestur undir lok októbermánaðar. Það voru ansi ljúfir dagar. Þarna er Fríða með rassgat í bala í Kjarrholtinu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RzyZgENQeDI/AAAAAAAAAYE/TNIYodEQYtA/s1600-h/IMG_0848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133146451459733554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RzyZgENQeDI/AAAAAAAAAYE/TNIYodEQYtA/s320/IMG_0848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..og hún Hrefna Dís stóra krúttfrænkan fylgdist með.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RzyZPkNQeCI/AAAAAAAAAX8/7Pph8x0pTGw/s1600-h/IMG_0854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133146167991892002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RzyZPkNQeCI/AAAAAAAAAX8/7Pph8x0pTGw/s320/IMG_0854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vinir okkar Árný, Súni, Jón Darri og Brynhildur Laila buðu okkur í mat. Þarna eru vinkonurnar þær Fríða (fædd 31. maí) og Brynhildur (sem er fædd 22. júní) að spjalla saman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RzyZBUNQeBI/AAAAAAAAAX0/HaVU6iLqrZo/s1600-h/IMG_0884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133145923178756114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RzyZBUNQeBI/AAAAAAAAAX0/HaVU6iLqrZo/s320/IMG_0884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bárður Bjarki, sem er nýfluttur í Árbæinn, kom í heimsókn í Hlíðarnar. Hann er þarna með sérsaumaða Reykjavíkur! húfu sem Bryndís hannaði.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RzyYmkNQd_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/sQg3eK8AByM/s1600-h/IMG_0926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133145463617255410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RzyYmkNQd_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/sQg3eK8AByM/s320/IMG_0926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Þau eru nú voðalega góð saman systkinin. Fríðu finnst Stefán rosalega fyndinn...en hverjum finnst það svo sem ekki, hann með þennan ægilega lubba. Stefán var kominn með svo mikið hár að afi Haddi spurði af hverju hann væri eins og stelpa. Þá drifum við okkur með hann til Stjúra á Gel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RzyYVkNQd-I/AAAAAAAAAXc/mJoStACWfoo/s1600-h/IMG_0982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133145171559479266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RzyYVkNQd-I/AAAAAAAAAXc/mJoStACWfoo/s320/IMG_0982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nú sér hann loksins út og lítur út eins og herramaður. Stefán er reyndar ekki orðinn lögreglumaður þó hann sé þarna í búningnum, en hver veit?! Það er allavega mannekla í embættinu fyrir vestan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RzyYHkNQd9I/AAAAAAAAAXU/dyM5pzd_MUI/s1600-h/IMG_0983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133144931041310674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RzyYHkNQd9I/AAAAAAAAAXU/dyM5pzd_MUI/s320/IMG_0983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Þessi mynd var tekin rétt í þessu en Fríða fékk rólu að láni frá Elísu og Palla. Þar er hún búin að skellihlæja síðasta hálftímann. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-8165349693017616614?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/8165349693017616614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=8165349693017616614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/8165349693017616614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/8165349693017616614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2007/11/arna-er-stefbjartur-essinu-snu.html' title='Krakkarnir í Hlíðunum'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RzyZ30NQeFI/AAAAAAAAAYU/jYS3WqRWOrk/s72-c/IMG_0827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-3575351991262028894</id><published>2007-10-22T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T16:27:52.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helgarferð með Vídó fjölskyldunni og fl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rx0r5VCG05I/AAAAAAAAAW4/J7BBDRZqW5I/s1600-h/IMG_0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124300214916010898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rx0r5VCG05I/AAAAAAAAAW4/J7BBDRZqW5I/s320/IMG_0550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Þarna eru þeir vinirnir Stefán Bjartur og Ómar Smári að skála í appelsínusafa eftir langan vinnudag. Þá er nú gott að geta slakað á aðeins í pottinum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rx0rjFCG04I/AAAAAAAAAWw/Rw6oI-hclFE/s1600-h/IMG_0554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124299832663921538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rx0rjFCG04I/AAAAAAAAAWw/Rw6oI-hclFE/s320/IMG_0554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fjölskylduvinirnir Siggi Vídó, Berglind, Ómar Smári og Ari buðu okkur í bústað á dögunum. Það var gjörsamlega yndislegt, svo yndislegt að við nenntum ekki heim fyrren á mánudaginn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rx0rNlCG03I/AAAAAAAAAWo/FjFDE3Pja00/s1600-h/IMG_0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124299463296734066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rx0rNlCG03I/AAAAAAAAAWo/FjFDE3Pja00/s320/IMG_0560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Við sumarbústaðahverfið þar sem við vorum var örlítið fell. Við klifum það og höfðum gaman að því, enda útsýnið yndislegt þegar uppá toppinn var komið. Þarna er vatn og um það snýst getraun dagsins, hvað heitir þetta vatn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rx0q9lCG02I/AAAAAAAAAWg/0gmueyM73IE/s1600-h/IMG_0719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124299188418827106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rx0q9lCG02I/AAAAAAAAAWg/0gmueyM73IE/s320/IMG_0719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Þau eru sæt systkinin. Fríða og dýrið...nei, djók.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rx0qclCG01I/AAAAAAAAAWY/_Q6pJad8QSw/s1600-h/IMG_0837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124298621483144018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rx0qclCG01I/AAAAAAAAAWY/_Q6pJad8QSw/s320/IMG_0837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fríða Katrín fékk Múmínsnáða þegar pabbi kom frá Finnlandi og Eistlandi. Þau eru rosa góð saman. Lengst til hægri er Bangsímon að lyfta bláum kodda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-3575351991262028894?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/3575351991262028894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=3575351991262028894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/3575351991262028894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/3575351991262028894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2007/10/helgarfer-me-vd-fjlskyldunni-og-fl.html' title='Helgarferð með Vídó fjölskyldunni og fl.'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rx0r5VCG05I/AAAAAAAAAW4/J7BBDRZqW5I/s72-c/IMG_0550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-7143962093437737265</id><published>2007-10-05T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T04:04:55.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nýustu Tölur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RwYaSVCG00I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/pe8cnU_18Qo/s1600-h/IMG_0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117806928739095362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RwYaSVCG00I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/pe8cnU_18Qo/s320/IMG_0235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RwYZL1CG0zI/AAAAAAAAAWI/RfUn9H1N5V0/s1600-h/IMG_0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Núna þegar Fríða Katrín er orðin fjöggra mánaða er hún 6765gr 0g 65,5cm og er byrjuð að lesa í hljóði.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-7143962093437737265?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/7143962093437737265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=7143962093437737265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/7143962093437737265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/7143962093437737265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2007/10/nustu-tlur.html' title='Nýustu Tölur'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RwYaSVCG00I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/pe8cnU_18Qo/s72-c/IMG_0235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-8748346585695134427</id><published>2007-10-02T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T09:13:18.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bros-syrpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RwJqkVCG0xI/AAAAAAAAAVo/O6IJ_BsO-us/s1600-h/IMG_0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116769299000120082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RwJqkVCG0xI/AAAAAAAAAVo/O6IJ_BsO-us/s320/IMG_0414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Það þarf ekki mikið til að fá Fríðu til að brosa þessa dagana. Eitt "hæ" eða smá klapp getur verið rosalega fyndið.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RwJp_VCG0wI/AAAAAAAAAVg/O5gHS47NbkY/s1600-h/IMG_0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116768663344960258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RwJp_VCG0wI/AAAAAAAAAVg/O5gHS47NbkY/s320/IMG_0427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Þarna er Fríða að sörfa á netinu með pabba sínum. Merkilegt hvað krakkar nú til dags eru fljótir að læra á tæki og tól.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RwJpuFCG0vI/AAAAAAAAAVY/OLssdUVbwgk/s1600-h/IMG_0482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116768366992216818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RwJpuFCG0vI/AAAAAAAAAVY/OLssdUVbwgk/s320/IMG_0482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stefán Bjartur bauð Fríðu systur sinni á tónleika inní herbergi hjá sér á dögunum. Hljómsveitin Reykjavík! var að spila í beinni útsendingu á Rás 2. Þau höfðu mjög gaman af.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RwJpYVCG0uI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/jT_rLN4asRs/s1600-h/IMG_0500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116767993330062050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RwJpYVCG0uI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/jT_rLN4asRs/s320/IMG_0500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Á kvöldin finnst Fríðu langbest að slaka á í sófanum og horfa á skemmtiefni í sjónvarpinu. Mér sýnist hún vera að horfa á Spaugstofuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-8748346585695134427?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/8748346585695134427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=8748346585695134427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/8748346585695134427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/8748346585695134427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2007/10/bros-syrpa.html' title='Bros-syrpa'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RwJqkVCG0xI/AAAAAAAAAVo/O6IJ_BsO-us/s72-c/IMG_0414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-2754167541967466697</id><published>2007-09-21T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T04:17:47.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stefán Bjartur 5 ára</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RvOkCFCG0qI/AAAAAAAAAUw/h8eq7m7x8x0/s1600-h/55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112610357613351586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RvOkCFCG0qI/AAAAAAAAAUw/h8eq7m7x8x0/s320/55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stefán Bjartur varð 5 ára 28. ágúst síðastliðinn þessi mynd er ekki tekin þá heldur þegar hann var viku gamall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RvOjSFCG0pI/AAAAAAAAAUo/34P2My8cpaM/s1600-h/IMG_0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112609532979630738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RvOjSFCG0pI/AAAAAAAAAUo/34P2My8cpaM/s320/IMG_0386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haldinn var mikil veisla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RvOjBFCG0oI/AAAAAAAAAUg/rgZBKdpMamo/s1600-h/IMG_0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112609240921854594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RvOjBFCG0oI/AAAAAAAAAUg/rgZBKdpMamo/s320/IMG_0362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fríða Katrín lítla systir var svo elskuleg að gefa stóra bróður pakka í tilefni dagsins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RvOirVCG0nI/AAAAAAAAAUY/XkXQi8UCWB0/s1600-h/IMG_0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112608867259699826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RvOirVCG0nI/AAAAAAAAAUY/XkXQi8UCWB0/s320/IMG_0364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stefán fékk margar gjafir þar á meðal var þessi ,,húfuderhúfa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RvOiGlCG0mI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/esUHgjV7v-s/s1600-h/IMG_0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112608235899507298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RvOiGlCG0mI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/esUHgjV7v-s/s320/IMG_0415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Í boði var meðal annars slöngukaka og sjóræningjaávextir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RvOhuFCG0lI/AAAAAAAAAUI/WSY0_EsPC-U/s1600-h/IMG_0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112607814992712274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RvOhuFCG0lI/AAAAAAAAAUI/WSY0_EsPC-U/s320/IMG_0416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;það er nú alveg greinilegt að mamma hans Stefáns kann að útbúa veitingar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-2754167541967466697?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/2754167541967466697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=2754167541967466697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/2754167541967466697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/2754167541967466697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2007/09/stefn-bjartur-5-ra.html' title='Stefán Bjartur 5 ára'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RvOkCFCG0qI/AAAAAAAAAUw/h8eq7m7x8x0/s72-c/55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-7984390218005462706</id><published>2007-09-04T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T15:03:50.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fríða og allir hinir gríslingarnir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rt3Sfsr92FI/AAAAAAAAASs/eUtdJL6BpDA/s1600-h/IMG_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106468994521356370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rt3Sfsr92FI/AAAAAAAAASs/eUtdJL6BpDA/s320/IMG_0200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Þarna eru vinkonurnar Elísabet Lára og Fríða Katrín að spjalla. Elísabet er dóttir Bjarnveigar og Gunna og hún er aðeins 12 klst. eldri en Fríða. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rt3SOMr92EI/AAAAAAAAASk/puX3VTpHlyw/s1600-h/IMG_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106468693873645634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rt3SOMr92EI/AAAAAAAAASk/puX3VTpHlyw/s320/IMG_0208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fríða er rosa hress alltaf og brosmild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rt3R7cr92DI/AAAAAAAAASc/YJgq_DcAjoI/s1600-h/IMG_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106468371751098418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rt3R7cr92DI/AAAAAAAAASc/YJgq_DcAjoI/s320/IMG_0212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Þarna eru svo systkinin, þau eru voða góðir vinir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rt3Ro8r92CI/AAAAAAAAASU/YskKV_ZELjY/s1600-h/IMG_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106468053923518498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rt3Ro8r92CI/AAAAAAAAASU/YskKV_ZELjY/s320/IMG_0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stefán Bjartur er voða mikill rokkari, hvað sem það nú þýðir. Þarna er engu líkara en hann sé að spila rokk með hljómsveitinni Ramones en hann er líklegast að spila og syngja með Pollapönki. Það er aldeilis frábær músik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rt3RZsr92BI/AAAAAAAAASM/cmKNW0AALV0/s1600-h/IMG_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106467791930513426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rt3RZsr92BI/AAAAAAAAASM/cmKNW0AALV0/s320/IMG_0233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Þarna er Fríða með Steingerði frænku sinni. Þær eiga eftir að bralla mikið saman í nánustu framtíð. Þessi prakkaralegu bros nást þarna á mynd í fyrsta sinn en án efa ekki í það síðasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rt3RCcr92AI/AAAAAAAAASE/6pdugwke_qg/s1600-h/IMG_0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106467392498554882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rt3RCcr92AI/AAAAAAAAASE/6pdugwke_qg/s320/IMG_0260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Þarna eru þær frænkurnar Fríða og Baldvina búnar að stofna hljómsveit. Eins og þið sjáið hefur Fríða ákveðið að spila á gítarinn og Baldvina að syngja. Flottir hljómsveitarbúningarnir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-7984390218005462706?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/7984390218005462706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=7984390218005462706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/7984390218005462706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/7984390218005462706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2007/09/fra-og-allir-hinir-grslingarnir.html' title='Fríða og allir hinir gríslingarnir'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rt3Sfsr92FI/AAAAAAAAASs/eUtdJL6BpDA/s72-c/IMG_0200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-1290084887126925680</id><published>2007-08-06T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T16:26:20.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nýjar sumarmyndasyrpur</title><content type='html'>Nú eru loks komnar 3 nýjar myndasyrpur úr sumarfríinu og sú nýjasta frá skírn litlu stelpunnar okkar. Sem hafði gengið of lengi undir nafninu "No name stúlkan".&lt;br /&gt;Takið eftir að nýjasta syrpan er í tímaröð niður þannig að nýjasta myndin er neðst í færslunni, allar hinar færslurnar á síðunni eru í öfugri röð. Þá er nýjasta mynd hverrar færslu efst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-1290084887126925680?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/1290084887126925680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=1290084887126925680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/1290084887126925680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/1290084887126925680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2007/08/njar-sumarmyndasyrpur.html' title='Nýjar sumarmyndasyrpur'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-6118420039470403272</id><published>2007-08-06T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T16:21:29.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barnið skal heita Fríða Katrín</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrekJGRfOFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/NNZvRT9yYFI/s1600-h/IMG_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095721979602745426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrekJGRfOFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/NNZvRT9yYFI/s320/IMG_0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Laugardaginn 28. júlí féllu öll vötn til Dýrafjarðar því nú skyldi litla stúlkan vera skírð. Afi Haddi og amma Didda (ásamt frænkunum Maju og Kaju) eiga yndislegan bústað á Valseyri í Dýrafirði en á þeirri eyri hafa allskyns athafnir farið fram í gegnum tíðina, m.a. gengu menn þar í fóstbræðrarlag eitt sinn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rrej8GRfOEI/AAAAAAAAAQs/pfQ1X2Edhgw/s1600-h/IMG_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095721756264446018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rrej8GRfOEI/AAAAAAAAAQs/pfQ1X2Edhgw/s320/IMG_0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Magnús Erlingsson var fenginn til verksins (enda prestur). Hann var mjög ánægður með staðsetninguna og fannst sólstofan í Valhöll líkjast kapellu. Athöfnin var yndisleg, sungnir voru sálmar, Jóhanna móðursystir hélt á henni undir skírn, Elísa móðursystir las kafla úr Biblíunni en Elísa og Bryndís föðursystir eru guðmæður hennar nýskírðu. Loks tilkynnti Stefán Bjartur stóri bróðir hvað barnið skyldi heita; "..haa, Fríða Katrín?" Sagði hann í spurningartóni þegar pabbi hans hafði hvíslað honum nafnið.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrejpmRfODI/AAAAAAAAAQk/aA0u9gOSYgE/s1600-h/IMG_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095721438436866098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrejpmRfODI/AAAAAAAAAQk/aA0u9gOSYgE/s320/IMG_0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fríða Katrín heitir hún! Fríðunafnið fær hún frá ömmu pabba síns en hún hét María Sveinfríður (eins og Maja föðursystir) og var ávallt kölluð Fríða. Katrín er svo "út í loftið" eins og er sagt. Á myndinni er vinkona Stefáns hún Birna Júlía Sleggjudóttir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrejamRfOCI/AAAAAAAAAQc/bVKeUBLRFxA/s1600-h/IMG_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095721180738828322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrejamRfOCI/AAAAAAAAAQc/bVKeUBLRFxA/s320/IMG_0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Við vorum voða heppin því margir vinir og ættingjar voru stödd fyrir vestan þessa hásumarhelgi. Því var margt góðra gesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrejKWRfOBI/AAAAAAAAAQU/YaiyM7EioOc/s1600-h/IMG_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095720901565954066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrejKWRfOBI/AAAAAAAAAQU/YaiyM7EioOc/s320/IMG_0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gestir sátu bæði inni og úti enda veðurblíðan unaðsleg. Eins og hún er víst alltaf á Valseyri ef maður spyr afa Hadda..! Þarna má sjá ömmu Diddu og systkini hennar, þ.e. börn ömmu Fríðu, ásamt tengdafólki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrepoGRfOHI/AAAAAAAAARE/Tl_Q1UWEM5w/s1600-h/IMG_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095728009736829042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrepoGRfOHI/AAAAAAAAARE/Tl_Q1UWEM5w/s320/IMG_0081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Veitingarnar voru ekki af verri endanum. Ekta sveitakaffi. Ömmurnar og afarnir sáu um að baka og smyrja og úr varð stórkostleg veisla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rreq7mRfOII/AAAAAAAAARM/HtoJIyvcHO4/s1600-h/IMG_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095729444255905922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rreq7mRfOII/AAAAAAAAARM/HtoJIyvcHO4/s320/IMG_0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Afi minn fór á honum Rauð eitthvað suður á... gæti Stefán hafa sungið en hann fékk smá rúnt með afa Hadda á Gamla Rauð.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RreiYmRfN-I/AAAAAAAAAP8/fVEthfvjgfk/s1600-h/IMG_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095720046867462114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RreiYmRfN-I/AAAAAAAAAP8/fVEthfvjgfk/s320/IMG_0113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amma Didda bauð uppá konfekt með kaffinu þegar allir voru þegar útbelgdir af vöfflum og lagkökum. "Er sósa í þessum mola?" spurði Stefán. Honum finnst sósan ekki góð.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-6118420039470403272?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/6118420039470403272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=6118420039470403272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/6118420039470403272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/6118420039470403272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2007/08/barni-skal-heita-fra-katrn.html' title='Barnið skal heita Fríða Katrín'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrekJGRfOFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/NNZvRT9yYFI/s72-c/IMG_0050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-1382617961775150792</id><published>2007-08-05T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T06:41:29.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sældarlíf í sumarbústað</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrXQ1WRfN9I/AAAAAAAAAP0/_--3K8WIkfg/s1600-h/litla+263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095208168370157522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrXQ1WRfN9I/AAAAAAAAAP0/_--3K8WIkfg/s320/litla+263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eina leiðin til að róa mannskapinn er að kaupa ís á línuna. Þeir í Slakka vita alveg hvað þau eru að gera. Elísa, Palli, Jóhanna og Hrefna komu frá Ísafirði. Einnig komu Bjarnveig, Gunnar, Dagbjartur og Elísabet Lára yfir nokkra daga auk þess sem Birna Málmfríður og Álfrún komu í heimsókn. Loks komu Bryndís, Bárður og Steingerður í smá stopp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrXQRGRfN8I/AAAAAAAAAPs/_AQ1GjeczEQ/s1600-h/litla+257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095207545599899586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrXQRGRfN8I/AAAAAAAAAPs/_AQ1GjeczEQ/s320/litla+257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Þarna eru leiktækin sem valda bara leiðindum og gráti. Þarna er Stefán orðinn dýrvitlaus á kappakstursbíl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrXP8GRfN7I/AAAAAAAAAPk/yCpbnkDgomw/s1600-h/litla+246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095207184822646706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrXP8GRfN7I/AAAAAAAAAPk/yCpbnkDgomw/s320/litla+246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Við fórum í dýragarðinn í Slakka. Börnin höfðu lítið gaman af dýrunum, leiktækin og íspinnar voru meira spennandi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrXPbGRfN5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/TwGfpWvPToI/s1600-h/litla+245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095206617886963602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrXPbGRfN5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/TwGfpWvPToI/s320/litla+245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meðal annars var mjög gaman að fá ömmu og afa sem komu á húsbílnum frá Ísafirði til að sjá nýjasta barnabarnið sitt sem er það tólfta í röðinni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrXPKmRfN4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/djRxsBasUsE/s1600-h/litla+225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095206334419122050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrXPKmRfN4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/djRxsBasUsE/s320/litla+225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Við fjölskyldan fórum í bústað að Minniborgum í Grímsnesi um miðjan júlí. Við áttum frábæra daga og fengum marga góða gesti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-1382617961775150792?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/1382617961775150792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=1382617961775150792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/1382617961775150792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/1382617961775150792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2007/08/sldarlf-sumarbsta.html' title='Sældarlíf í sumarbústað'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrXQ1WRfN9I/AAAAAAAAAP0/_--3K8WIkfg/s72-c/litla+263.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-7279350425706384539</id><published>2007-08-04T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T06:14:51.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Á leiðinni í sumarfríið</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrXMW2RfN3I/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZizZ7dYs97Y/s1600-h/litla+202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095203246337636210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrXMW2RfN3I/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZizZ7dYs97Y/s320/litla+202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Þarna erum við feðgar ýkt hressir, loks á leiðinni út á land í sumarfrí. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrXL42RfN2I/AAAAAAAAAO8/HnGx_0UKfhs/s1600-h/litla+272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095202730941560674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrXL42RfN2I/AAAAAAAAAO8/HnGx_0UKfhs/s320/litla+272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Þetta er stórkostlegt útilistaverk eftir Norðmanninn Ólaf Elíasson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrXF4GRfN0I/AAAAAAAAAOs/V-HK3v-DjzA/s1600-h/litla+271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095196120986892098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrXF4GRfN0I/AAAAAAAAAOs/V-HK3v-DjzA/s320/litla+271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Þessi mynd gæti hafa verið tekin á tökustað á Lost seríunni. En vitið þið lesendur hvar við erum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrUPyWRfNyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/-mcxcVx03ts/s1600-h/litla+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094995911086389026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrUPyWRfNyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/-mcxcVx03ts/s320/litla+194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Þarna eru þeir Dagbjartur og Stefbjartur í virðulegi teboði í Laugardalnum. Þeir eru eins og gömul hjón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrUNX2RfNxI/AAAAAAAAAOU/imIafgO7WFs/s1600-h/litla+178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094993256796600082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrUNX2RfNxI/AAAAAAAAAOU/imIafgO7WFs/s320/litla+178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Þarna er litla í fanginu hjá Sunnu Karen sem er vinkona Jóhönnu systur Bryndísar en Sunna er jafnframt systir Kiddýar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-7279350425706384539?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/7279350425706384539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=7279350425706384539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/7279350425706384539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/7279350425706384539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2007/08/leiinni-sumarfri.html' title='Á leiðinni í sumarfríið'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RrXMW2RfN3I/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZizZ7dYs97Y/s72-c/litla+202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-4249920364287618968</id><published>2007-07-03T03:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T04:08:53.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumar og sól</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RoonodzXhMI/AAAAAAAAANE/HOCpUYANd1U/s1600-h/litla+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082918705589355714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RoonodzXhMI/AAAAAAAAANE/HOCpUYANd1U/s400/litla+149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" Den lille havfrue?!" Nei, þetta er ekki litla hafmeyjan, þetta er Stefán á leynistað í Mosfellssveit. Helgufoss í baksýn. Við Stefán fórum í ævintýraferð með Gunnari og Dagbjarti á sunnudaginn og skemmtum okkur mjög vel í sólinni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RootENzXhOI/AAAAAAAAANU/v4hPT1ai3GE/s1600-h/litla+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082924679888864482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RootENzXhOI/AAAAAAAAANU/v4hPT1ai3GE/s400/litla+151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eftir að hafa vaðið í ánni við Helgufoss fórum við í sjoppu og fengum okkur pylsu og svala. Eftir það héldum við á ströndina á Ægissíðu og svo í sund á Seltjarnarnesi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RoomH9zXhLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/PfraakTr4Mc/s1600-h/litla+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082917047731979442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RoomH9zXhLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/PfraakTr4Mc/s400/litla+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Þarna er hún Steingerður okkar sem er alltaf skælbrosandi. Fyrsta tönnin kom í ljós í síðustu viku, í bíl á leið til Akureyrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RoolwdzXhKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/bq2CyEQ4N0o/s1600-h/litla+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082916644005053602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RoolwdzXhKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/bq2CyEQ4N0o/s400/litla+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ég labbaði með börnin tvö út á Miklatún um helgina, þar var troðið af fólki í sólbaði, við hverskonar íþróttaiðkun og kaffisötr. Við SBK spiluðum fótbolta og litla svaf á meðan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rooqr9zXhNI/AAAAAAAAANM/nNt8y9nInbc/s1600-h/litla+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082922064253781202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rooqr9zXhNI/AAAAAAAAANM/nNt8y9nInbc/s400/litla+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sú stutta er mjög dugleg að borða og vex og dafnar eftir því. Hún hefur verið að æfa sig svolítið síðustu daga með snuð, það gengur ágætlega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-4249920364287618968?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/4249920364287618968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=4249920364287618968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/4249920364287618968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/4249920364287618968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2007/07/sumar-og-sl.html' title='Sumar og sól'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RoonodzXhMI/AAAAAAAAANE/HOCpUYANd1U/s72-c/litla+149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-6177711432950969195</id><published>2007-06-28T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T16:38:32.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sjóræningjar og skemmtileg getraun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RoQ90tzXhII/AAAAAAAAAMk/GrmlCRnPxZI/s1600-h/barn01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081254255438300290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RoQ90tzXhII/AAAAAAAAAMk/GrmlCRnPxZI/s400/barn01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RoQ9m9zXhHI/AAAAAAAAAMc/OwUd-ieW-4w/s1600-h/litla+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081254019215098994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RoQ9m9zXhHI/AAAAAAAAAMc/OwUd-ieW-4w/s400/litla+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Það er engu líkara að báðar þessar myndir að ofan séu af litlu stelpunni en svo er ekki. Önnur myndin er af Stefáni, hvor myndin er það haldið þið?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RoQ8bdzXhGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/QmrU2T612q4/s1600-h/litla+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081252722134975586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RoQ8bdzXhGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/QmrU2T612q4/s400/litla+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Þarna er það hinsvegar morgunljóst að þetta er Stefán. Hann þarf að fara í klippingu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RoQ8B9zXhFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JAcVdHGpPm8/s1600-h/litla+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081252284048311378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RoQ8B9zXhFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JAcVdHGpPm8/s400/litla+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stefán er mjög góður við litlu systur sína. Hann er svo góður að það þarf að fylgjast með því hvort hann fari nokkuð inn í svefnherbergi og nái í hana meðan hún er sofandi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RoQ7stzXhEI/AAAAAAAAAME/IROs3z-2YOs/s1600-h/litla+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081251918976091202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RoQ7stzXhEI/AAAAAAAAAME/IROs3z-2YOs/s400/litla+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Á Sólhlíð, leikskólanum hans Stefáns var sjóræningjadagur í gær. Stefán var án efa einn sá svakalegasti enda á hann dressið heima hjá sér. Hann hefur mikinn áhuga á sjóræningjum, á mikið af sjóræningjaplaymoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RoQ7YtzXhDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/e_KFpiwhcvA/s1600-h/litla+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081251575378707506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RoQ7YtzXhDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/e_KFpiwhcvA/s400/litla+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Þurý afasystir kom í heimsókn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RoQ7H9zXhCI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kUylHQ7fPg0/s1600-h/litla+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081251287615898658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RoQ7H9zXhCI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kUylHQ7fPg0/s400/litla+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sú litla er afar róleg í ömmustólnum. Af hverju þessi stóll heitir "ömmustóll" veit ég ekki, hvoruga ömmuna hef ég séð í þessum stól.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-6177711432950969195?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/6177711432950969195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=6177711432950969195' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/6177711432950969195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/6177711432950969195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2007/06/sjrningjar-og-skemmtileg-getraun.html' title='Sjóræningjar og skemmtileg getraun.'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RoQ90tzXhII/AAAAAAAAAMk/GrmlCRnPxZI/s72-c/barn01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-6233633246809847250</id><published>2007-06-24T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T16:43:13.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Á ferð og flugi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rn7if-Y3bvI/AAAAAAAAALs/3ij_0Llet4k/s1600-h/litla+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079746468671614706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rn7if-Y3bvI/AAAAAAAAALs/3ij_0Llet4k/s400/litla+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stefán Bjartur köngulóarmaður leggst í rekkju, í köngulóarmannsnáttfötunum sínum, undir köngulóarmannssængina sína og á köngulóarmannskoddann sinn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rn7iLeY3buI/AAAAAAAAALk/b_XRHDbwmOk/s1600-h/litla+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079746116484296418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rn7iLeY3buI/AAAAAAAAALk/b_XRHDbwmOk/s400/litla+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Þarna sjáum við þær vinkonur Elísabetu Láru og ..... litlu. Elísabet kom í heiminn þann 30. maí en hin litla kom 31. maí. Elísabet er dóttir Bjarnveigar og Gunnars og þurfti hún að fara í blóðskipti þegar hún var nýkomin í heiminn og fór svo í ljós. Hún er hin hressasta í dag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rn7hq-Y3btI/AAAAAAAAALc/pxAy_3OeEDE/s1600-h/litla+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079745558138547922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rn7hq-Y3btI/AAAAAAAAALc/pxAy_3OeEDE/s400/litla+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ,,Á uppleið" gæti þessi mynd heitið. Þarna er engu líkara en að Stefbjartur sé í miklu fjallaklifri en við vorum í miðjum hjólatúr þegar við stoppuðum á leikskólanum við Bogahlíð.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rn7heOY3bsI/AAAAAAAAALU/g0W64f_J6vo/s1600-h/litla+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079745339095215810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rn7heOY3bsI/AAAAAAAAALU/g0W64f_J6vo/s400/litla+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Þarna er sú litla í partýi hjá Sunnu á Hjarðarhaganum en þar voru þær Bryndís, Bjarnveig og Elísabet, og Elín og sonur hennar Matthías Guðni. Elín er skólasystir Bryndísar og Sunnu úr Kennaraháskólanum. Á myndinni er Matthías í svaka stuði en sú stutta sefur vært í töffarastellingu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-6233633246809847250?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/6233633246809847250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=6233633246809847250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/6233633246809847250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/6233633246809847250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2007/06/fer-og-flugi.html' title='Á ferð og flugi'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rn7if-Y3bvI/AAAAAAAAALs/3ij_0Llet4k/s72-c/litla+117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-7251430504617569513</id><published>2007-06-18T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T16:43:54.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nýjar myndir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RncenOY3bjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/TIOC6nrZmgQ/s1600-h/litla+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077560764109647410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RncenOY3bjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/TIOC6nrZmgQ/s400/litla+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sú stutta mannast með hverjum deginum. Hún er ferlega lík bróður sínum og ekki batnar það þegar hún er klædd í fötin hans líka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rncd0uY3biI/AAAAAAAAAKE/lu9Q06lSKBQ/s1600-h/litla+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077559896526253602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rncd0uY3biI/AAAAAAAAAKE/lu9Q06lSKBQ/s400/litla+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stefán Bjartur er þarna að kenna henni fáein trix í því hvernig maður á að haga sér.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rncdh-Y3bhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/EOLCTD5yWyw/s1600-h/litla+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077559574403706386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rncdh-Y3bhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/EOLCTD5yWyw/s400/litla+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Á laugardaginn útskrifaðist Bryndís úr kennaraháskólanum. Hún er nú orðin kennari og þarna sést hún með nemendum sínum í Barmahlíð.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RncNjeY3bgI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/VV-E3yQxjuw/s1600-h/litla+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077542007987465730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RncNjeY3bgI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/VV-E3yQxjuw/s400/litla+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Þarna er amma Steina með þá stuttu og hjá þeim situr frú Guðrún langamma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-7251430504617569513?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/7251430504617569513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=7251430504617569513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/7251430504617569513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/7251430504617569513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2007/06/njar-myndir.html' title='Nýjar myndir'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RncenOY3bjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/TIOC6nrZmgQ/s72-c/litla+092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-56042445695663881</id><published>2007-06-14T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T11:15:18.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vinir í heimsókn og gönguferðir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RnGBrOY3bfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/TJntS2m_BhI/s1600-h/litla+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075980834620009970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RnGBrOY3bfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/TJntS2m_BhI/s400/litla+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pabbinn með börnin sín í fanginu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RnGBfuY3beI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xZAzq5bS8v4/s1600-h/litla+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075980637051514338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RnGBfuY3beI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xZAzq5bS8v4/s400/litla+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Á skiptiborðinu er oft mikill atgangur, þarna sér Stefán stóri bróðir um skemmtiatriðin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RnGBTOY3bdI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Df4N9TwLRp0/s1600-h/litla+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075980422303149522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RnGBTOY3bdI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Df4N9TwLRp0/s400/litla+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kiddý, Einar Andrés og Sunna kíktu í heimsókn í dag. Þarna eru Kiddý og Einar Andrés að skiptast á fæðingarsögum við Bryndísi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RnGBGuY3bcI/AAAAAAAAAJU/7gaw20BfRCA/s1600-h/litla+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075980207554784706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RnGBGuY3bcI/AAAAAAAAAJU/7gaw20BfRCA/s400/litla+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stefáni finnst það skipta miklu máli að vera "rokkari". Þegar honum er rétt leikskólaföt á morgnana neitar hann að klæðast þeim nema að fötin séu rokk og ról....hvað sem það nú þýðir. Þessi mynd mynda sóma sér vel í hvaða rokktónlistarblaði sem er þessa dagana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RnGA2eY3bbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/DEYRZM7mH7k/s1600-h/litla+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075979928381910450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RnGA2eY3bbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/DEYRZM7mH7k/s400/litla+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mér finnst rosalega gaman að labba í fína veðrinu með vagninn, og hún sefur rosalega vel á meðan. Það skal samt viðurkennast að mér þótti ég hálf plebbalegur í dag með vagninn í annari og kaffibollann í hinni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RnGAoOY3baI/AAAAAAAAAJE/yp6aW0t78Bg/s1600-h/litla+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075979683568774562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RnGAoOY3baI/AAAAAAAAAJE/yp6aW0t78Bg/s400/litla+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Á þriðjudaginn komu Íris Ragnars og Baldvina Þurý í heimsókn. Þarna eru þær frænkur í góðu stuði...a.m.k. önnur þeirra. Fyndið að sjá hárlubbana á þeim, það eru engu líkara en að þetta séu einhverskonar hanakambar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-56042445695663881?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/56042445695663881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=56042445695663881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/56042445695663881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/56042445695663881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2007/06/vinir-heimskn-og-gnguferir.html' title='Vinir í heimsókn og gönguferðir'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/RnGBrOY3bfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/TJntS2m_BhI/s72-c/litla+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-737984481987466545</id><published>2007-06-11T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T16:41:45.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumarhátíð, bíltúr og gönguferð.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rm2uSuY3bZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/bDxvaosStjI/s1600-h/litla+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074903991829622162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rm2uSuY3bZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/bDxvaosStjI/s400/litla+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fyrsti göngutúrinn lagðist vel í stelpuna, hún svaf allan tímann.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rm2uA-Y3bYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/DOJUCau7g4Y/s1600-h/litla+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074903686886944130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rm2uA-Y3bYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/DOJUCau7g4Y/s400/litla+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mæðgurnar ákváðu að taka þátt í sumarhátíð Stefáns á Sólhlíð.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rm2tpOY3bXI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Z4uSegkI9g4/s1600-h/litla+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074903278865050994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rm2tpOY3bXI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Z4uSegkI9g4/s400/litla+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spiderman...? Nei, þetta er Stefán Bjartur í gervi Köngulóarmannsins.&lt;br /&gt;Stefán er kominn á þann aldur að Bangsímon hefur þurft að láta í minni pokann&lt;br /&gt;fyrir Spiderman. Í dag var sumarhátíð á leikskólanum. Bárður frændi kom með okkur í skrúðgöngu en fór svo og hitti vini sína. Ég náði því ekki að taka mynd af honum en hann var glæsilegur í gervi Jack Sparrow sjóræningja úr Pirates of the caribbean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rm2tPeY3bWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/d2rcz2fb43k/s1600-h/litla+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074902836483419490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rm2tPeY3bWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/d2rcz2fb43k/s400/litla+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Í dag fengum við stærðarinnar sendingu frá samstarfsfólki mínu (þ.e. Kristjáns) hjá Pennanum. Í pakkanum var glæsilegur kistill með nokkrum glæsilegum munum, m.a. gjafabréf í barnadótabúð, púði, teppi, kerti og bangsi. Þvílíkt og annað eins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rm2jxuY3bVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Nef3kvu_MiA/s1600-h/litla+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074892429777661266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rm2jxuY3bVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Nef3kvu_MiA/s400/litla+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Í morgun mætti til okkar hjúkrunarfræðingur frá Heilsugæslunni í Hlíðunum. Hún skoðaði stelpuna í bak og fyrir, vigtaði og mældi. Hún fékk skoðun. Stelpan var 4150 gr. þegar hún yfirgaf sjúkrahúsið en núna viku seinna er hún orðin 4600 gr. Þetta er greinilega engin undanrenna hjá henni Bryndísi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rm2iveY3bUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Njy7zmQVZa0/s1600-h/litla+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074891291611327810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rm2iveY3bUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Njy7zmQVZa0/s400/litla+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fyrsti sunnudagsbíltúrinn, allir fengu ís nema hún. Hún svaf allan tímann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rm2iZuY3bTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/PTN_HgwW1NI/s1600-h/litla+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074890917949173042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rm2iZuY3bTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/PTN_HgwW1NI/s400/litla+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Þarna er hún á leiðinni út á rúntinn. Hún kom líka heim í þessum glæsilegu fötum en frænka hennar Þurý Símonar prjónaði þennan alklæðnað á hana og gaf henni. Þurý er náttúrulega ekkert annað en listamaður á heimsmælikvarða. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rm2h-eY3bSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/KvuaSXJD_Y0/s1600-h/litla+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074890449797737762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rm2h-eY3bSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/KvuaSXJD_Y0/s400/litla+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eftir fyrstu vikuna heima ákváðum við að hressa okkur við og fara í bíltúr saman. Allir glöddust mjög við þessa hugmynd...sérstaklega þegar hugsanleg rjómaískaup voru nefnd (það sést kannski hver brosir mest á myndinni).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-737984481987466545?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/737984481987466545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=737984481987466545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/737984481987466545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/737984481987466545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2007/06/sumarht-bltr-og-gngufer.html' title='Sumarhátíð, bíltúr og gönguferð.'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rm2uSuY3bZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/bDxvaosStjI/s72-c/litla+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771398412030324874.post-6967556536010958212</id><published>2007-06-09T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T12:40:22.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fyrstu dagarnir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hér eru nokkrar myndir af fyrstu dögunum hjá stóru fjölskyldunni. Allar myndirnar eru teknar á hina glænýju og fínu myndavél sem við keyptum í vikunni. Þess vegna ber að geta þess að ef þið smellið á myndirnar hér að neðan þá birtast þær mjög stórar. Við eigum aðeins eftir að stilla upplausnina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rmr-BuY3bPI/AAAAAAAAAHs/F9CFkvqqQ1E/s1600-h/litla+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074147235771935986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rmr-BuY3bPI/AAAAAAAAAHs/F9CFkvqqQ1E/s400/litla+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Þarna er sú litla þreytt eftir fyrstu baðferðina sína. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rmr9pOY3bOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ySBZcByyQvc/s1600-h/litla+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074146814865140962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rmr9pOY3bOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ySBZcByyQvc/s400/litla+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Öll fjölskyldan hjálpaði til við fyrstu baðferðina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rmr9a-Y3bNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DbKvX_cbqd4/s1600-h/litla+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074146570052005074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rmr9a-Y3bNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DbKvX_cbqd4/s400/litla+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hún vissi varla hvað okkur gekk til með að dýfa henni oní vatnið.&lt;br /&gt;Naflastrengsafgangurinn datt skömmu síðar af.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rmr9I-Y3bMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/e-GGeYn9FoM/s1600-h/litla+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074146260814359746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rmr9I-Y3bMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/e-GGeYn9FoM/s400/litla+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stefán Bjartur er mjög duglegur að hjálpa til með litlu systur sína.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rmr87eY3bLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/XG8-8NHwBbE/s1600-h/litla+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074146028886125746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rmr87eY3bLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/XG8-8NHwBbE/s400/litla+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Frænkurnar Maja og Bryndís komu í heimsókn í gær. Þarna hlustar sú stutta&lt;br /&gt;af mikilli einbeitingu á Maju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rmr8puY3bKI/AAAAAAAAAHE/DM4hvYAGUNE/s1600-h/litla+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074145723943447714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rmr8puY3bKI/AAAAAAAAAHE/DM4hvYAGUNE/s400/litla+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hún er alltaf geispandi. Bæði börnin hafa sama geispa og mamma þeirra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rmr8EeY3bJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BhCPquhuac8/s1600-h/litla+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074145083993320594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rmr8EeY3bJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BhCPquhuac8/s400/litla+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hún er eitthvað hissa þarna, kannski flassið frá myndavélinni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rmr7w-Y3bII/AAAAAAAAAG0/9FSpUUBNDCA/s1600-h/litla+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074144748985871490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rmr7w-Y3bII/AAAAAAAAAG0/9FSpUUBNDCA/s400/litla+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Þetta er ein fyrsta myndin sem var tekin á nýja myndavélina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4771398412030324874-6967556536010958212?l=krakkarokk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/feeds/6967556536010958212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4771398412030324874&amp;postID=6967556536010958212' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/6967556536010958212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4771398412030324874/posts/default/6967556536010958212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krakkarokk.blogspot.com/2007/06/fyrstu-dagarnir.html' title='Fyrstu dagarnir'/><author><name>kriss rokk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06723521023368004911</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_70WTGbEeNac/Rmr-BuY3bPI/AAAAAAAAAHs/F9CFkvqqQ1E/s72-c/litla+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
