Bitter much?!

If someone reads my blog, some may have noticed that I haven't written anything about the Santa Clauses like I promised.... That is because I haven't had the time, and because of pure bitterness. Not one Santa has put anything cool in my shoe! (that sounds strange for foreigners). I feel betrayed and a little sad, because I really wanted to get some nice little presents. It's not only the fact that they are not giving me anything, it's the fact that they are completely ignoring me! All the nice letters I have written for them, the cookies that I have baked just for them... Everything untouched. One could be a little hurt.
All this, and I even befriended them on Facebook!!! How rude!

Today I went to take the stupid Toefl exam, and boy does it suck!!! How on earth are they going to tell if my English is good when I get a whooping 60sec to speak about some lame topic (a topic I cannot recide here, because of the strange and strict laws of Toefl). no bitterness ...NONE WHAT SO EVER!!

Well, enough on the bitter side.
Even though the Santas have betrayed me and the Toefl was 4 hours of bullshit, the Christmas spirit has overtaken my soul. Everywhere I look there is a Christmas decoration and the classical "outofmywayIhavesomemoreChristmasshoppingtodo" look, shines upon every face. Is there anything more Christmas-y?! Nothing except maybe my mother trying to clean every single corner of the house, screaming at me for being untidy... "THERE WILL BE NO CHRISTMAS IF I CAN'T FINISH CLEANING!!!" Some one needs to tell her... that Christmas will come, although she hasn't cleaned yet. Sorry mom!

My job the last days before Christmas is to bathe my furry friends, Last year I had only one furry friend to bathe but now the number has increased by a whooping 4 legs, one tail and a head. About 50% my awesome math skills tell me. In addition to the fat, lazy, selfcentered and grumpy cat, I now have to bathe a overly happy, hyper but loyal dogette.

Well... nothing more now...
Untill we meet again!

Jólasveinarnir... Santa Claus....es...

Í tilefni þess að Jólasveinarnir byrja að koma í nótt ákvað ég að skella upp vísunni eftir Jóhannes frá Kötlum, um vini okkar... og vona að þeir LESI ÞESSA FÆRSLUog sjái sér fært að koma og gefa mér gott í skóinn. Ekki e-ð svona klúður eins og í fyrra.... (ég varð svolítið sár bara)
Ég ætla að setja vísu um hvern jólasvein á hverjum degi til Jóla!!! skemmtilegt ekki satt?!

Stekkjastaur ásamt smá "intro" LET US BEGIN!


Segja vil ég sögu
af sveinunum þeim,
sem brugðu sér hér forðum
á bæina heim.

Þeir uppi á fjöllum sáust,
-eins og margur veit,-
í langri halarófu
á leið niður í sveit.

Grýla var þeirra móðir
og gaf þeim tröllamjólk,
en pabbinn Leppalúði,
-það var leiðindafólk.

Þeir jólasveinar nefndust,
-um jólin birtust þeir,
og einn og einn þeir komu,
en aldrei tveir og tveir.

Þeir voru þrettán
þessir heiðursmenn,
sem ekki vildu ónáða
allir í senn

Að dyrunum þeir læddust
og drógu lokuna úr.
Og einna helst þeir leituðu
í eldhús og búr.

Lævísir á svipinn
þeir leyndust hér og þar,
til óknyttanna vísir,
ef enginn nærri var.

Og eins, þó einhver sæi,
var ekki hikað við
að hrekkja fólk - og trufla
þess heimilisfrið.

Stekkjastaur kom fyrstur,
stinnur eins og tré.
Hann laumaðist í fjárhúsin
og lék á bóndans fé.

Hann vildi sjúga ærnar,
-þá varð þeim ekki um sel,
því greyið hafði staurfætur,
-það gekk nú ekki vel.



Þar með er það komið á blað! douzo!

Sometimes..

I forget names and faces. People come up to me in the street and say: "Hi, how are darling, how is your mom and dad doing?! ohh how nice and your brother?, oh lovely, tell everyone I said hi!" I answer politely and say goodbye, not knowing who the hell it was. I don't know the face and for sure can't remember the name either. How on earth can I tell my parents Hi from the person?! "oh yes mom a met a woman who told me to say hi."
Mom: "oh and who was it?"
Me: Oh.. I have no idea, but she had, like hair... and two eyes and a mouth uh uh and and A NOSE!

Sometimes I know the face, and know that I should know the person, but the thing is I have no idea from where.
Working at a kindergarten, a new woman started working there one day. I knew I knew her from somewhere and asked my boss what her name was. She told me Nina, and I went on pondering in my little brain. Nina, Nina, I should know her.
I decided to walk over to her and introduce me to her, and check if she remembered me as well. So I go there and say: "oh Hi, you are new right?! My name is Elisabet"
Woman: " Yes, hello there Elisabet, I'm your AUNT Nina!!"

oooohhhh yeah, that's how I know her... she's my aunt... who babysat me A LOT and visits often... I KNEW I KNEW HER FROM SOMEWHERE!!!

Fact of the day: If you switch the letters "i" and "a" in the name Brian, you get the word Brain!!
this fact was sponsored by my brain....or Brian, who knows?