<?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-7744625</id><updated>2011-09-29T01:42:03.418+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ich bin Stine Marie</title><subtitle type='html'>Å DETTE E MITT OFFENTLIGGA HÅVE...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-115887580340922956</id><published>2006-09-21T23:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T23:56:43.423+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Turen eg aldri komme te å glømma..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1136/492/1600/P9060242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1136/492/320/P9060242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nå e eg komt heim fra New York! Eg e ennå ikkje inne i døgnrytmen.. Det seie seg sjøl når eg sidde å blogge kl 12 om nåttå, å eg ska på skulen å e kje d bitten trøtte... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YORK VA KANONBRA! Me jor så masse kjekt! Men d gidde eg kje blogga om nå... Får komma e lange post om d seinare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dette bildet e forresten tatt inn mod byen fra når me va me frihedsgudinnå... =) bare så d e sagt! hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-115887580340922956?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/115887580340922956/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=115887580340922956' title='5 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/115887580340922956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/115887580340922956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2006/09/turen-eg-aldri-komme-te-glmma.html' title='Turen eg aldri komme te å glømma..!'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-115494805279252141</id><published>2006-08-07T12:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T12:54:12.860+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1136/492/1600/weddingrings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1136/492/320/weddingrings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nå e d jammen lenge si eg har blogga...   Ganske så treige av meg.. Men d e jo sommer, så me får skylla på den! =) Møje he sjedd si sist.. Go figure... =) Sånn går det når eg e så treige te å oppdatera..   Trur kje d e så mange så lese denne bloggen uansett.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9 juli fridde Oddbjørn! =) Eg hadde INGEN ANELSE what so ever om dette..   Me va i hyttå deiras, å historien e egentli litt morsom. Trøtte tryne e involvert =) hehe...  Men..  D va såååå romantisk.... =)  Å eg sa jo ja selvfølgeligt! =) Så nå e me forlova! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me har faktisk satt en dato og, men d får me komma tebage te... =) E nå ei stonn te d då..  =)   TEMMELI HEMMELI! =)   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Om onna en måne så fære me te NY..  =) Eg glede meg sinnsykt! D ska bli så kjekt! Lommabogå e kje heilt klar ennå, men d får nå bare vær..  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Såååå  komme me heim i miden av september..  Så har bursdag ikkje så lenge itte d...  Eg e snart hallveis te 40...  =/ jøyemæg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Så e d oktober, å då flytte me. D glede eg meg så møje te at eg ikkje klare beskriva d en gong. Me to ska få vårs eget. Me ska bu for oss sjøl. Me ska klara oss sjøl. Me ska leva med kvarandre.. D ska bli så kjekt! =)   Oddbjørn e den beste mannen eg vett om!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eg kan ikkje få skrøyda nok av kor ufattelige an e. Han e en resar te å jobba. Aligavel klare han finna tid te å vær me meg, familien sin å familien min. Han e utrulige! =)  Han e så gooooe! =)Han e alt eg vil ha! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Så eg konne kje hatt det bedre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Forlovelse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Færi samen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bursdag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Leilighet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;................    å neste år? =)    Kem vett? ;)                               ( Me vett!...  ;)   )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-115494805279252141?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/115494805279252141/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=115494805279252141' title='5 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/115494805279252141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/115494805279252141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-time.html' title='Long time..'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-114811904022831419</id><published>2006-05-20T11:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T11:57:20.240+02:00</updated><title type='text'>NY here I come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1136/492/1600/statue-of-liberty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1136/492/320/statue-of-liberty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I går kveld, når eg hadde skreve god natt te Oddbjørn å forsåvidt lagt meg.. Så ringte an... =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eg, han å resten av familien hans ska te New York i september..!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;  =) Å dette e ganske willt!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De hadde bestillt billetta for lenge siden.. Men igår hadde morå bestillt billett te meg og, for de ville ha meg med!! EG E SÅ GLA I DE!!! =) De har våre der før, men d har kje eg så d ska bli så kjekt!  Men det besta e jo å få vær der med Oddbjørn!!&lt;strong&gt; EG E SÅ GLA I AN!!!!!  =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Så nå telle meg å Oddbjørn ner dagene te me reise.. Bare litt øve 100 dage ijenn... =)   EG GLEDE MEG!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-114811904022831419?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/114811904022831419/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=114811904022831419' title='5 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/114811904022831419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/114811904022831419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2006/05/ny-here-i-come.html' title='NY here I come!'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-114803676311930483</id><published>2006-05-19T13:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T13:06:03.130+02:00</updated><title type='text'>DI GLØMTE MEG!??</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Påkjørt bakfrå i Lyevegen TIME: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ein bilførar som onsdag ved 19.00-tida var på veg frå Lyevegen og ut i fylkesvegen i retning Bryne, blei påkjørt bakfrå. Etter samanstøyten klaga bilføraren over smerter i nakken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jepp, dette va det som stod i aviså i dag...  Men kor e eg henne???   DI GLØMTE MEG!!!  =/ hehe..     Eg har vondt i nakken ennå, kanskje ikkje så løye.. Har du vondt Dina????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AO,AO,AO...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-114803676311930483?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/114803676311930483/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=114803676311930483' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/114803676311930483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/114803676311930483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2006/05/di-glmte-meg.html' title='DI GLØMTE MEG!??'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-114796026184889374</id><published>2006-05-18T15:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T15:51:01.886+02:00</updated><title type='text'>hurra for 17 Ma..      *PANG!!!!!!!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1136/492/1600/cartoon_car_accident.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1136/492/320/cartoon_car_accident.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ja, 17 Mai va jo igroen koseligge...   Fysste såg eg, Tina å Marije barnatoge på lye..  en skoffelse for meg igroen, ,men så åpna de jo hallen tiligt så me slapp å frysa.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meg å Oddbjørn va hos bestemor å dei seinare, samen med resten av familien på Mor si sia.. Så viss eg ikkje snart har skremt an vekk nå, så vettkje eg.. =)  KJEKT va d jaffal.. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Men så kan du lura? EG HAR KJE KRÆSJA altså..   =/ Men tingen va.. Me sko vær en liden vennegjeng heima hos meg igårkveld..   Meg å Dina fant plusseligt ud at me ville te bryne for å finna en kjekke film..  Så me sette oss i bilen te Dina å kjøre... Så komme me ner te Lye krysset, å stoppe siden me har vikeplikt å sånn...  åsså... PANG! der har jo me en bil i rauå... =/  Så meg å Dina fekk oss en goe nakkasleng kvar, å endte med å sitta på legevakten i øve 2 tima for å få komma inn der...    Men sånn ellers..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;D va ganske så skommelt... =/ Å både meg å Dina va ganske så sjokka ittepå... Ka om me hadde reist 5 min før? Så hadde kje d sjedd? Nå konne det gått møje værre.. Han så kjørte på oss fekk ikkje noge skada, å bilen hans va fine.. Bilen te Dina va ikkje follt så fine ittepå dette... =/ Men ja, d konne gått MØJE værre.. Men fytti for en ekkel opplevelse.. =/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-114796026184889374?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/114796026184889374/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=114796026184889374' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/114796026184889374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/114796026184889374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2006/05/hurra-for-17-ma-pang.html' title='hurra for 17 Ma..      *PANG!!!!!!!*'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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-7744625.post-114698698545034842</id><published>2006-05-07T09:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T09:29:45.460+02:00</updated><title type='text'>NORSK E TULL, NORSK E TULL, NORSK E TULL...   ( va d klart å tydeligt? )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1136/492/1600/x_danca.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1136/492/320/x_danca.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jepp..  Igroen sko eg skreve norsktekst nå...  Men d e bare surt.. =/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Livet mitt for tiå ( me tar d kort i dag si eg egentli bør vær en smule fornuftige... )   :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* I dag har eg å Oddbjørn våre ilag i en måne..  =) Den månen he gått SYKT fort..    EG HAR D BRA ALTSÅ! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Solveig å Gunnar gifte seg snart, å eg sliiiiite me tale å sånnder..  :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Eg ska snart ha eksamen...  =/        HJELP MEG!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Å nå må eg gå å skriva den ufatteli ikkje viktige norsken..  =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bare klaging på meg i dag... Mesten..   Men eg kan kje klaga på d fina VERE forresten... =D weeeee!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RADDLASST....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-114698698545034842?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/114698698545034842/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=114698698545034842' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/114698698545034842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/114698698545034842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2006/05/norsk-e-tull-norsk-e-tull-norsk-e-tull.html' title='NORSK E TULL, NORSK E TULL, NORSK E TULL...   ( va d klart å tydeligt? )'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-114625198033287818</id><published>2006-04-28T21:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T21:19:40.400+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prix, å litt av INGENTING (bokstavligt talt..)    =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1136/492/1600/cb3e58b5-8837-4905-8811-9787fe8fe676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" height="121" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1136/492/320/cb3e58b5-8837-4905-8811-9787fe8fe676.jpg" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eg tenkte at eg sko skriva litt om den goe arbeidsplassen min...   Eg lige PRIX.. Lige du PRIX?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg e så heldigge at eg jobbe på Prixen på Lye.. Dette e ufatteligt kjekt forde at eg kjenne jo adle folkå..  Jobbe me nogen kjempekjekke folk =) så d e kanon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rett før jul så fekk me nye butikk.. Adle så ikkje he sitt den "mini" Prixen me hadde før, vil LÆ når de ser an, for d va kje så møje å skryda av...  Men eg likte meg der og, sjøl om eg ikkje jobba der så lenge før me flytta.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fysste dagen me åbna den nye butikken, så sko eg jobba...  WILLT KAOS! Så når eg kom inn dørå så hoppte eg rett i kassen, å når folk spurte kor ting va plassert, så konne kje akkurat eg svara..  Eg hadde jo kje våre å sitt sjøl..  =)&lt;br /&gt;Derfor va d ekstra spennande for meg når eg fekk pause å gå å se, for folk skrøyda jo så sinnsjugt te meg.. Å visst altså..   EG LIGE PRIX! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nå e d lenge si me fekk den nye butikken, å d e ennå lenger si eg begynnte i jobben....   Eg e snart jobbd på Prixen i et halvt år... SJUGT! =) Tiå går så willt fort..  Men eg håbe eg ska jobba lenge på Prixen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg lige PRIXEN...  Jær du? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Å at temaet blei dette, d va igrunnen bare løye..  For eg he så WILLT møje å fortella..  Eg hadde skreve ner masse, men eg trur kje eg ska legga alt det ut på nettet.. Då trur folk eg he myssta forstanden...  =) så kan du lura...        Eg vil vær russ ijenn... =/ d va kjekt d liksom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-114625198033287818?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/114625198033287818/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=114625198033287818' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/114625198033287818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/114625198033287818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2006/04/prix-litt-av-ingenting-bokstavligt.html' title='Prix, å litt av INGENTING (bokstavligt talt..)    =)'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-114478299749579423</id><published>2006-04-11T21:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T21:16:37.510+02:00</updated><title type='text'>GLEDE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1136/492/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" height="147" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1136/492/320/images.jpg" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ja, nå e d ei stonn si sist..  Tippe d va Silje så måtte masa på meg denne gongen..  Men her e live mitt om dagene:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Eg har visst fått meg en mann! =) hehe..  En ufatteli bra en og! *GLAE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Eg har kjøpt meg egen leilighet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja, d va vel de to store..  =) Sånn ellers så e d feri, å eg jobbe..  Må jo ha penga..  Men eg kose meg på jobb eg, så d gjør kje noge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Om ei litå stonn så må du masa på meg ijenn Silje..   =) eg glømme av at eg har blogg visst.. )  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEJ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-114478299749579423?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/114478299749579423/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=114478299749579423' title='4 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/114478299749579423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/114478299749579423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2006/04/glede.html' title='GLEDE!'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-114047564097541874</id><published>2006-02-21T23:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:47:20.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>RASKE MENN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1136/492/1600/Raske-Menn-200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1136/492/320/Raske-Menn-200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desse mennene e te å krepera av...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RASKE MENN e spinnløgne!! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-114047564097541874?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/114047564097541874/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=114047564097541874' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/114047564097541874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/114047564097541874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2006/02/raske-menn.html' title='RASKE MENN!'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-114047529285794315</id><published>2006-02-20T23:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:42:38.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>*blobb,blobb* seie de...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1136/492/1600/doffen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1136/492/320/doffen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eg trur kje mine gullfiska kan ha d så godt... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eg trur de får altfor møje mat ( men de e hole så d hålle )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eg trur at d vatne burde våre skifa for lenge si&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Å sånn ellers så e de ganske så aleina møje..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ser ganske sløve ud.. Men de leve ennå.. Eg e øveraska!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eg føle meg litt som doffen for tiå.. Eg trenge kanskje en tur ud på lanne, sånn at eg kan læra å ta litt vare på meg sjøl.. FØR eg enne opp sånn så d der, for eg krepere snart...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-114047529285794315?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/114047529285794315/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=114047529285794315' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/114047529285794315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/114047529285794315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2006/02/blobbblobb-seie-de.html' title='*blobb,blobb* seie de...'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-114030258729749558</id><published>2006-02-18T23:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T23:43:07.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeg, meg og min MOBIL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1136/492/1600/sony-ericsson-k700i-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1136/492/320/sony-ericsson-k700i-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eg klare ikkje leva uden familie og venna..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eg klare ikkje leva uden musikk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eg klare ikkje leva uden..  uden...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MOBILEN MIN! =/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eg bruge mobilen min altfor møje.. Men ka ska eg ellers gjør i PED timane? ...  hehe...                                                                       Eg har skreve om mobilen min før her trur eg.. Men d e lenge si..  Men mobilen e en bra ting..  Eg kan ringa gratis te familien min..  D e jo bra.. =)   Eg kan senda masse mellinga te venna om kor villt møje eg kjede meg på skulen te tie..  Å masse meir..   Men eg trur eg e altfor avhengig av mobilen min...  =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eg krepere viss eg har glømt mobilen heima en dag..  Å viss an plutseli daoe fordi dar ikkje e batteri, så klikke eg nesten..  For tenk om nogen vil ha tak i meg på den stonnå an e av?!?  Mobilen min har øvelevd 7 tima ude i snøen, ca 10 gonge har eg heve an i bakken, å eg har sølt ei flaska me brus øve an.. Men an leve..  =) Å godt e jo d, for..   Eg vettkje om du har fatta d, men uden mobilen hadde eg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;KREPERT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( så vett du d... )     * mangel på noge å skriva om? eller gidde eg bare ikkje stressa meir en dette?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;=)   gudd natt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-114030258729749558?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/114030258729749558/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=114030258729749558' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/114030258729749558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/114030258729749558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2006/02/jeg-meg-og-min-mobil.html' title='Jeg, meg og min MOBIL...'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-114003691347986220</id><published>2006-02-15T21:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T23:44:20.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Update, Date up...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1136/492/1600/kaffekopp200210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1136/492/320/kaffekopp200210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fytti grisen.. Eg må sei eg e en smule flaue.. D e jo evigheda å litt te siden eg satte meg ner å gadd å åpna denne bloggen.. Eg trudde denne bloggen va erklært krepert for lenge siden.. Før eg leste Silje sitt HINT.. ( Men e Silje den einaste så gidde åpna denne bloggen i håp om å få se ei nye øveskrift? )&lt;br /&gt;Off å åj... =/ Men eg prøve ijenn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D har jo faktisk våre jul å nyttår å heile pakken siden sist gong eg skreiv.. Eg har vel bare udsatt d, siden eg egentli ikkje kan skriva.. =) Men nå må eg ha full sjerpings her altså..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg kan jo fortella om at eg hadde tenkt å se IDOL ikveld.. Hadde store plana om d.. Men eg va ganske trøtte eg i dag ( som alle andre dage ) å tenkte eg sko vær smarte å kvila litt.. Men de som kjenne meg trur eg vett kossen dette endte.. Eg sko bare kvila to tima.. Men tooooo tima elle.. hmm.. feeem?? =/ hmm... så jadå.. Eg gikk glipp av IDOL.. *buhu*.. men ikkje nok me d, eg komme nok ikkje te å få såva før i mårå tiligt ijenn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men eg tenkte nå at eg sko oppdatera meg litt, å se resultatene av IDOL, å d begynne nu.. Så.. EG LÅVE at d ska kje gå 3 måna før eg skrive ijenn neste gong.. =/ off, å off..&lt;br /&gt;åsså LÅVE EG at eg ska skriva om noge meir spennande en IDOL.. =) hihi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-114003691347986220?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/114003691347986220/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=114003691347986220' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/114003691347986220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/114003691347986220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2006/02/update-date-up.html' title='Update, Date up...?'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-113282362173781330</id><published>2005-11-24T10:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T23:44:47.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ja, nå tenke de små grå fælt..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Det er bare i Norge en pizza kommer fortere enn en ambulanse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det er bare i Norge folk bestiller en dobbel cheeseburger, en stor pommes frites...og en cola light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det er bare i Norge bankene har dørene på vidt gap, mens kulepennene er lenket til disken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Og har du noen gang lurt på... Hvorfor du må trykke på "start" for å slå av PCen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stine Marie sitte på skolen å har pedagogikk.. Hu e heilt me på ka læraren seie.. Elle hu bryr seg heller lite å blogge heller.. ? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-113282362173781330?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/113282362173781330/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=113282362173781330' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/113282362173781330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/113282362173781330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/11/ja-n-tenke-de-sm-gr-flt.html' title='Ja, nå tenke de små grå fælt..'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-113175155144011506</id><published>2005-11-12T00:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T23:45:12.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lakris e en bra ting..   Te du holde på å spy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lakris er bra&lt;br /&gt;Lakris er toppen&lt;br /&gt;Lakris er bra for hele kroppen ( eller d va bare tull )&lt;br /&gt;Julenissen kommer ikveld..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lakris e bra fordi:&lt;br /&gt;* Du kan bli svarte på tongå..&lt;br /&gt;* Å ellers i tryne og... ( men koffår dette e bra? D vett eg egentli ikkje.. )&lt;br /&gt;* Åsså kan du stappa lakrisen gjennom nasen sånn at an komme ut monnen.. ( me har altså IKKJE prøvd dette ) TRUR DU KJE PÅ ÅSS???&lt;br /&gt;* Du kan laga snuslippa, viss du har lakrissnore.. ( Misslykka forsøk )&lt;br /&gt;* Eller, så kan du rett å slett bare spisa lakrisen ( men ka e løye me d? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-113175155144011506?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/113175155144011506/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=113175155144011506' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/113175155144011506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/113175155144011506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/11/lakris-e-en-bra-ting-te-du-holde-p-spy.html' title='Lakris e en bra ting..   Te du holde på å spy...'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-112601915818745778</id><published>2005-09-06T17:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T23:45:39.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To dager ute i praksis.. Dette e oss:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Det er lett å være lærer, du skal alltid:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Være våken, og få elever ut av tåken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Være sporty og fiks, og mestre pedagogiske triks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ha flat mage, og være den som kan behage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ha overskudd i Januar, og kreve lite honorar.&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)font-family:verdana;" &gt;DETTE E JO EN SMULE DISKUTERBART?!? =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-112601915818745778?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112601915818745778/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=112601915818745778' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/112601915818745778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/112601915818745778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-dager-ute-i-praksis-dette-e-oss.html' title='To dager ute i praksis.. Dette e oss:'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-112585537802074443</id><published>2005-09-04T19:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T23:46:49.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Livet som student? HÆ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1136/492/1600/hundvag.gif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1136/492/400/hundvag.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Nå e d jammen alt for lenge siden eg har skreve.. EG HAR KJE GIDDA.. faktisk.. Eg va i Gjøvik.. D va kult.. =) Meir gidde eg faktisk ikkje sei om den saken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meg e nå student i Stavanger.. GØY - men et navla helseslet!&lt;br /&gt;Imårå ska eg faktisk ut i praksis.. På HUNDVÅG skole av alle ting..? Hatt det vede? =)&lt;br /&gt;Men neida.. d blir kjekt d.. Eg glede meg SYYYYKT! Eg ska ha andre klasse.. Å de e så søte små.. ( heldivis at eg havna der.. Gi meg en 9ene klasse å temaet " BRØK " - så e eg heilt grønne.. ) Ja... =/&lt;br /&gt;Men eg ska då tilbringa mine lange dage på hundvåg. I 1 måne..! Men eg får feira bursdagen min på skulen!!! =) hehe.. Årh.. eg vil vær 6 år ijenn... ( Men kjenne eg megsjøl rett så blir eg d denne månen.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nå kjenne eg at eg gidde kje skriva meir.. Eg e meir gla i å snakka i telefonen.. Bare d ikkje e eg så ringe.. Eg har kje råd.. Har du?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takk och Hej! ( TOG DU AN DINA???? ) =)&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;åååååååååååååååååååååååååååååååååååååååååååååååå&lt;br /&gt;EG SAVNE DINA Å TINA!!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;Kom heim te meg!!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;* sufs ( å sånn ) *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-112585537802074443?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112585537802074443/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=112585537802074443' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/112585537802074443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/112585537802074443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/09/livet-som-student-h.html' title='Livet som student? HÆ?'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-112258590195491500</id><published>2005-07-28T23:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T23:47:17.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eg ve te GJØVIK! =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1136/492/1600/84218321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1136/492/320/84218321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Super meg!? - &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bra dag på jobb? - &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Nei..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bra dag sånn ellers? - &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Tja..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser me fram te 8 tima på jobb imårå? - &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Nei.. ( trur eg.. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glede me oss te d blir søndag, fordi då ska me kje på jobb? - &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Ja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glede me oss te Gjøvik å alt d der? - &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;JA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EG VIL REISA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-112258590195491500?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112258590195491500/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=112258590195491500' title='11 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/112258590195491500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/112258590195491500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/07/eg-ve-te-gjvik.html' title='Eg ve te GJØVIK! =('/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-112215106811279704</id><published>2005-07-23T22:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T23:48:15.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eg komme kje på en tittel, men gjør d noge då?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1136/492/1600/yellow5.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="141" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1136/492/320/yellow5.gif" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Nå e d så lenge siden sist, at d e nesten litt flaut.. Mye har skjedd.. Eller litt jaffal..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Eg hadde min hørelæreeksamen - så jekk drit, men drit i..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Eg fekk vitnemåle mitt ( å pusta letta ut ), å sto på musikkorienteringseksamenen!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Eg reiste te Oslo å sang på live TV... Deluxe dritut.. Men d va temmeli gøy.. =) Homsepartuljen e goe gutta allså.. =) hihi..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Eg, Dina, Lina å Victoria hadde en kanon dag i dyreparken! ( Jens e helten te de fleste trur eg.. )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Eg har jobba så en hest - eller noge sånn.. Men nå har eg hatt færi i 3 dage - GUDD! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Eg har kommt inn på Universitetet i Stavanger - å glede meg masse te 16 august! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* På grunn av dette har eg forlangt at eg sko flytta inn i kjellerståvå - å sånn blei d.. ( stakkars mor å far ... )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Eg har fått to fiska - de hette Anna å Mads.. ( ? ) Ikkje spør keffår.. Då ler eg bare..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Om ei vega reise eg te Gjøvik - å eg krepere snart av reisekløa! =) *VIKEN*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jepp! Eg har sikkert glømmt masse.. Men me tar d seinare... =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO SOMMER VIDERE! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-112215106811279704?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112215106811279704/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=112215106811279704' title='5 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/112215106811279704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/112215106811279704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/07/eg-komme-kje-p-en-tittel-men-gjr-d.html' title='Eg komme kje på en tittel, men gjør d noge då?'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-111867951940000232</id><published>2005-06-13T18:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T18:18:39.410+02:00</updated><title type='text'>hørelære suge...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   ...  punktum.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-111867951940000232?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111867951940000232/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=111867951940000232' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/111867951940000232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/111867951940000232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/06/hrelre-suge.html' title='hørelære suge...'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-111842037836321379</id><published>2005-06-10T18:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T18:25:48.243+02:00</updated><title type='text'>D e bare en time elle to av mitt liv..  =/ ÅSSÅ E D FÆRIE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/18538832/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos14.flickr.com/18538832_73e54906d8_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/18538832/"&gt;f13323&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jepp.. snart e d duga for HØRELÆREEKSAMENEN min.. Så komme te å gå rævå..  :S MEN - d e som sagt bare en time elle to av mitt liv.. Åsså ska eg allri meir ha hørelære, musikkorientering.. EG SKA ALLRI MEIR GÅ PÅ LUNDEHAUGEN!!! For en befrielse!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meg å Dina ska ha me oss Lina og Victoria i dyreparken i sommer... =) D blir kjekt.. Me andre or:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SNAAAAAART FERIE!!!! =)&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-111842037836321379?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111842037836321379/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=111842037836321379' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/111842037836321379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/111842037836321379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/06/d-e-bare-en-time-elle-to-av-mitt-liv.html' title='D e bare en time elle to av mitt liv..  =/ ÅSSÅ E D FÆRIE!!!'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-111748912606569800</id><published>2005-05-30T23:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T23:42:17.956+02:00</updated><title type='text'>En god følelse..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/16512986/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos14.flickr.com/16512986_1a8fb67ac3_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/16512986/"&gt;jesus107&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once I asked Jesus:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"How much do you love me?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"This much", He said, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stretched outhis arms, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and died. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fyttikatten eg fekk frysninga når eg las dette! D e igrunnen ufatteli.. Han e så gla i meg at han vellde å dø for meg.. Å kor sterkt e kje d.. E d noge me trenge å bli minnde på så e d akkuratt d! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUD E GO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-111748912606569800?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111748912606569800/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=111748912606569800' title='10 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/111748912606569800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/111748912606569800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/05/en-god-flelse.html' title='En god følelse..'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-111723031550870445</id><published>2005-05-27T23:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T10:37:13.296+02:00</updated><title type='text'>KOFFÅR????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/15777089/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" src="http://photos6.flickr.com/15777089_1f6010276f_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/15777089/"&gt;æææ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;E d kje typisk? Å visste eg d ikkje... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stine Marie kom opp i HØRELÆRE!&lt;br /&gt;=( Å eg spyr..  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;For dei så ikkje vett d, så va hørelære d værsta eg konne kommt opp i! Så eg va jo bare nøtt!!!&lt;br /&gt; =( ÆSJ!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eg e dømmt te å misslykkas.com på denne skulen allså!&lt;br /&gt;=/ øøøøø...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;GO (?) NATT!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-111723031550870445?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111723031550870445/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=111723031550870445' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/111723031550870445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/111723031550870445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/05/koffr.html' title='KOFFÅR????'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-111711753635980891</id><published>2005-05-26T16:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T10:36:40.096+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eg HATE pluss, minus å skråstrek KARAKTERA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/15777090/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" src="http://photos9.flickr.com/15777090_0f392c6f5a_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/15777090/"&gt;clipeeyorest2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eg HATE pluss, minus å skråstrek KARAKTERA! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;=( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-111711753635980891?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111711753635980891/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=111711753635980891' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/111711753635980891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/111711753635980891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/05/eg-hate-pluss-minus-skrstrek-karaktera.html' title='Eg HATE pluss, minus å skråstrek KARAKTERA!'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-111601066902695770</id><published>2005-05-13T20:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T21:10:12.376+02:00</updated><title type='text'>20 år på 2 måna? E d muli?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Eg kjenne d, at eg blir litt ( EN SMUUULE ) ehm..  FORVIRRA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;For ei stonn si så va d ei gammale venninna elle noge sånn av mor trur eg, så sporte meg og eg va hu litla? For hu trudde nemli at eg va Ingrid... Ingrid e mi 2 ÅR mindre søster.. Så eg blei temmeli varme i håve då ja.. Komma her å tru at eg e 16??? Muli i havet???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Rekti nok stemme d at Ingrid e en smule høgare en meg.. Men kor fekk hu denne ideen frå? Guddness... Men eg tenkte jo då at eg måtte kanskje begynna å oppføra meg litt meir som eg va litt eldre... ( men va d muli eller? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;For ein måne siden ca så fulgte eg mi minsta søster ( på 5 år ) på noge hu går på... Å der blei eg jo omtalt som mor te Lina.. Litt snodi e jo d då, siden hu visste at eg va 18.. Å siden hu visste at Lina va 5.. Men d kunne jo igrunnen våre fakta, at eg kunne våre ei unge mor.. Men d skurre litt når hu og vett at Lina e adopterte...? Ja, for eg adoptere i 13 års alderen? D e jo fullt muli??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Men eg tenkte jo, at då va eg jaffal ikkje kjent som Ingrid si lillesøster lenger.. Men om d stoppte der`? Nei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mitt søskenbarn på to år fra Oslo va på besøk hos oss.. Å siden eg då passte på henna å Lina, så bestemte eg meg for å ta bussen ner te Bryne.. Men på bussen.. Tror du kje eg blir spurt om d e mine onga begge to? For han trudde bare eg hadde ei? EHM????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Så på litt onna to år så gikk eg fra 16 år te 20?&lt;br /&gt;Å eg va og plusseli blitt mor te ein 5 åring å ein 2 åring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Ja... Fint d...   =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/13723216/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/13723216_31d5eb44a9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/13723216/"&gt;Bilde 116&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-111601066902695770?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111601066902695770/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=111601066902695770' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/111601066902695770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/111601066902695770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/05/20-r-p-2-mna-e-d-muli.html' title='20 år på 2 måna? E d muli?'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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-7744625.post-111521798826322763</id><published>2005-05-04T16:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T00:27:49.416+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ROCK ME AMADEUS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/10682924/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" src="http://photos6.flickr.com/10682924_905a62f5d4_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/10682924/"&gt;as2340tn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rock Me Amadeus - (original german/english version)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ooo rock me Amadeus&lt;br /&gt;Rock me Amadeus...&lt;br /&gt;Rock rock rock rock me Amadeus&lt;br /&gt;Rock me all the time to the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Er war ein Punker&lt;br /&gt;Und er lebte in der großen Stadt&lt;br /&gt;Es war Wien, war Vienna&lt;br /&gt;Wo er alles tat&lt;br /&gt;Er hatte Schulden denn er trank&lt;br /&gt;Doch ihn liebten alle Frauen&lt;br /&gt;Und jede rief:&lt;br /&gt;Come on and rock me Amadeus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Er war Superstar&lt;br /&gt;Er war populär&lt;br /&gt;Er war so exaltiert&lt;br /&gt;Because er hatte Flair&lt;br /&gt;Er war ein Virtuose&lt;br /&gt;War ein Rockidol&lt;br /&gt;Und alles rief:&lt;br /&gt;Come on and rock me Amadeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus&lt;br /&gt;Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus&lt;br /&gt;Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus&lt;br /&gt;Come on and rock me Amadeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus&lt;br /&gt;Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus&lt;br /&gt;Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Es war um 1780&lt;br /&gt;Und es war in Wien&lt;br /&gt;No plastic money anymore&lt;br /&gt;Die Banken gegen ihn&lt;br /&gt;Woher die Schulden kamen&lt;br /&gt;War wohl jedermann bekannt&lt;br /&gt;Er war ein Mann der Frauen&lt;br /&gt;Frauen liebten seinen Punk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus&lt;br /&gt;Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus&lt;br /&gt;Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus&lt;br /&gt;Come and rock me Amadeus....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby baby do it to me rock me&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby do it to me rock me&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby do it to me rock me&lt;br /&gt;Ja ja ja&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby do it to me rock me&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby do it to me rock me&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby do it to me rock me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus&lt;br /&gt;Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus&lt;br /&gt;Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dette e den mest diggbare sangen ever! =) Å siden eg e så driiiitgla i TYSK så passe denne sangen meg flått! =) hehe... Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart allså... =) viss d ikkje va fattbart.. :D hehe.. nå må eg gå å digga!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;God Bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-111521798826322763?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111521798826322763/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=111521798826322763' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/111521798826322763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/111521798826322763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/05/rock-me-amadeus.html' title='ROCK ME AMADEUS!'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-111446077248950975</id><published>2005-04-25T22:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T16:52:16.636+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pølsekræsj...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/3284918/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos3.flickr.com/3284918_08d80e2c29_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/3284918/"&gt;Hydr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lars og Ole putrer avgårde i sin brune lada, på veg til helgens store begivenhet: &lt;strong&gt;PØLSEFESTIVALEN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ole:&lt;/strong&gt; Æg glede mæg så grævligt te denne pølsefestivalen, dæ bler sjiddkult!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lars:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Nja, vettche eg ass.. Syns fortsatt me kunne brukt helgå te bingo på frelsesarmeen. Me kunne ha vunne førstepremien, ett års forbruk av Ali Kaffe! Det hadde ikkje vært feil!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ole:&lt;/strong&gt; Ska du ha dæ inn mæ tesjai? Nai,nai - kaffi æ bare noge rålls!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lars:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Nå e du helt på jordet Ole! Livet uten kaffi, e som kye uten mjøl!...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ole:&lt;/strong&gt; Nai, kaffi æ bare noge rabaddel!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Lars:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nå kjøpe eg meg kaffi! E putrande lei av å hørra på d sprøytet ditt!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ole:&lt;/strong&gt; Nai, me he kje ti! Nå må me kåmma åsse te denne pølsefestivalen. Å kaffi på bensinstasjona æ jo uansitt så dyrt!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Lars:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Å derfor så e eg en smule smarte vettu! Har denne kaffiavtalen fra Hydro Texaco eg vettu!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;( Lars går inn og kjøper kaffi, mens Ole nynner på Mc'Donalds had a farm... Lars komme tebake me rykande fersk kaffi, og kjøre videre )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ole:&lt;/strong&gt; Å hærligga London! Du kjøre så saint!! Få raoå i gir, æg vil rekka denne pølsefestivalen!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Lars:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Slutt å mas nå du " pølse - Ole "!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ole:&lt;/strong&gt; Æg klare kje! Tenk på adle dai rygane å saftige pølsene på grillen nå! Ostepølse, grillpølse, wienerpølse, baconpølse, løkpølse.. Ja - ALT!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;( Lars blir irritert og gasser på i nærmeste sving så hele kaffikoppen havner i Lars sitt fang )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ole:&lt;/strong&gt; Å gurimalla!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;( Lars miste kontrollen og kræsjer med den motkommende bil. I den andre bilen er det et gammelt ektepar )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gubben: Ke slags kjøring e detta? Hekkans ungdomma, kunne drept åss begge! Kor he dåkk vede dåkka henne? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lars:&lt;/strong&gt; Slo du hodet ditt i ulykka? D va jo kje vår feil!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ole:&lt;/strong&gt; JA - NEMLIGT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gamlå: E d den tonen dåkke tar? Me ser DÅKKE i retten!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I RETTEN:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;( To advokater sitter i rommet sammen med dommeren )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dommeren:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ok,ok,ok.. Nå roer vi oss ned her litt og forteller rolig hva som skjedde. Så gjør vi dette litt kjapt, jeg har en dramatentamen jeg må rekke. Ja, jeg er nok en av de få som kom inn på norges teaterhøyskole... Bare... Unike talenter som kan jobbe seg inn på den skolen ja...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;( Det blir rolig i salen.. Den ene advokaten kremter )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dommer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ja, som jeg sa.. Nå slutter vi å vase og går rett på sak. Herr Hansen; vil du fortelle hva som skjedde for ekteparet Jensen og så forsvare deres sak?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hansen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ja, kjære dommer. For å gjøre dette kort, så ble dette hyggelige ekteparet som månedlig gir bidrag til redd barna kjørt ned av disse to uforsvarlige ungdommene. Så dommer, det var ikke ekteparet Jensen sin feil. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dommeren:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Jo, du har fullstendig rett i det. Hvem er det som har sagt at det er mannen som hører til bak rattet? *kremt*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Advokat Olsen&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Har du fått et potet i håvet? Står der å lyge dommeren rett i fleisen?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Advokat Hansen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Påstår du at eg lyge?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Olsen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ja!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hansen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nei!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olsen:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Joho!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hansen:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Nahei!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dommer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; RO I SALEN!!! Må jeg minne dere på dramatentamnen min?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Olsen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Beklager ærede dommer. Nå skal du få høre hva som egentlig skjedde...:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ole:&lt;/strong&gt; Æg glede mæg så grævligt te me kjæme te dæ rødekors huse! Dai kjæme te å elska denne gavesjekken!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Lars:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nja, eg vettnå kje eg... Syns nå heller me konne ha sendt an i posten. Eg blir så sjenert når me gjør sånn som dette fjes til fjes. D gikk jo kje så bra når me ga bidrag te Redd Barna..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ole:&lt;/strong&gt; Nai, nai.. Dæ jekk jo så fint!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Lars:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nei nå e du helt på jordet Ole! Eg dreit meg ut akkuratt som kye uten mjøl.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ole:&lt;/strong&gt; Nei, ikkje vær redde du Lars... Æg æ der haila tiå mæ dæg... Me æ jo bestevenna! He allri jort noge gale samen!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Lars:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nå kjøpe eg meg kaffi! Trenge d for å roa nærvene. He jo denne kaffiavtalen fra Hydro Texaco...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ole:&lt;/strong&gt; Ja jær dæ du Lars! Du vett jo kor møje æg elske kaffilokt!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;( Lars kjøper kaffi, og de kjører videre )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ole:&lt;/strong&gt; Å gurimalla!!!! Sjå dæ ektepare så kjæme rasande imod åsse i fail kjørebane!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I RETTEN:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Advokat Olsen:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Og vett du koffår de kræsja ærede dommer??? Fordi gamle Herr Jensen som kjørte bilen hadde glemt å ta på linsene sine den dagen!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dommer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hmm... Hmm... Du har jo et poeng der... Ved min oldemors geiteskjegg, dette var en vanskelig nøtt å knekke...!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jezz... Av enn elle aen gronn så har eg ikkje de siste siene av dette her.. Men gubba noa så løye me hadde d! :) Dette va då dramatentamenen vårs i GK... Me fikk kaffilokt som impuls... Åsså syns eg d va litt løye me denne her kaffiavtalen på hydro texaco då... =) Av den grunn at eg jobbe der nå... KAFFIAVTALEN PÅ HYDRO E EN BRA TING FOR DEI SOM LIKE KAFFI?!? =)&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-111446077248950975?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111446077248950975/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=111446077248950975' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/111446077248950975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/111446077248950975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/plsekrsj.html' title='Pølsekræsj...'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-111436059635459142</id><published>2005-04-24T18:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T18:44:34.320+02:00</updated><title type='text'>sjefshønå?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nå e russatiå godt igang.. Eller.. Eg merke jo kje så møje te d.. Eg har jo ikkje akkuratt våre så ekstremt gira når d komme te russakroe å sånn.. Eg har blitt sport mye om d i d sista..:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Drikke kje du? - koss går d ann? " ... Men koffår ska eg? Eg har igrunnen ikkje så mye imot at andre folk drikke, bare de ikkje spyr på meg.. Men alkohol har aldri frista meg, så koffår ska eg då bare hoppa itte alle andre? Nei d der e bare noge tull..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me va jaffal på Get dressed kroå i kongeparken på fredag.. Å hyl å hendelse.. Dar va så masse folk, å d va jo igrunnen venta.. Men eg orka rett å slett ikkje gå inn.. Når d e sånn der: " Pass deg så ikkje naboen spyr på deg " - så syns ikkje eg at d e så gøy.. Sosialt va d jaffal å stå utføre å frysa... Eg bare EEEEELSKE loktå av øl å spya på markå... =/ ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Men russatiå for meg - d e å gå i russadraktå å gi kort te småonga.. =) Så bryr eg meg egentli lite om ke andre gjør.. =) hehe.. Mitt russanavn på huå e forresten: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;SJEFSHØNÅ!&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIPP HURRA FOR RUSSEN!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/10682926/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos7.flickr.com/10682926_86685e64eb_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/10682926/"&gt;view&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-111436059635459142?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111436059635459142/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=111436059635459142' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/111436059635459142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/111436059635459142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/sjefshn.html' title='sjefshønå?'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-111351221143685626</id><published>2005-04-15T22:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T09:51:21.250+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nok av Kaffi? Nok av Dina? ALDRI!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Siden Dina lagte et sånnet fantasktisk kult dikt te meg - så må eg laga et te hu og... =) bare for å bevisa at d e eg så suge i dikting... For Dina kom på å skriva Stine baklengs... Kor kult e kje d? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;så her komme d:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt; D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; u er tøffest på denne jord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;ngen er som du.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt; N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; å har du fått både kaffi å bocca av meg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt; A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lle er kjempeglad i deg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Dette blei drit...   DINA E BEST! INGEN PROTEST! .... Du kan resten sjøl Dina..  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-111351221143685626?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111351221143685626/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=111351221143685626' title='4 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/111351221143685626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/111351221143685626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/nok-av-kaffi-nok-av-dina-aldri.html' title='Nok av Kaffi? Nok av Dina? ALDRI!!'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-111350771221584225</id><published>2005-04-14T21:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T21:45:55.596+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meg å Dina på tropisk aften! =) BOCCA???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ja, så har d seg sånn at eg blei sport om å hålla andakt/tale på skulelaget i dag...   * EG??? EG??* Har alldri gjort d før.. Men kem kom å redda meg? Å kem blei me meg å rulte heila skulelage??? Jo, min lille engel DINA! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Litt snøtne må me innrømma, siden me bare fekk gitt ut 2 russakort - å me hadde me oss ca mange meir.. Men, men d va gøy... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Så Dina - imårå ska du få en bocca av meg! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;gla masse i deg...  =)   ( eller masse gla i deg.. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;klem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/9415537/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos8.flickr.com/9415537_b1645d6167_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/9415537/"&gt;Meg Ã¥ Dina pÃ¥ tropisk aften! =) BOCCA???&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-111350771221584225?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111350771221584225/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=111350771221584225' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/111350771221584225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/111350771221584225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/meg-dina-p-tropisk-aften-bocca.html' title='Meg å Dina på tropisk aften! =) BOCCA???'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-111264603822705953</id><published>2005-04-04T22:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T22:22:20.066+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Viss du lurte?   ( for d gjør eg... )</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eg har d litt drit for tiå..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;D e drit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eg vettkje koffår...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eg vett faktisk ikkje koffår..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;D e drit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;En smule..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-111264603822705953?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111264603822705953/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=111264603822705953' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/111264603822705953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/111264603822705953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/viss-du-lurte-for-d-gjr-eg.html' title='Viss du lurte?   ( for d gjør eg... )'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-111220471368749312</id><published>2005-03-30T19:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T22:21:58.160+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eg e kje liden?!?   - Jaffal ikkje minst...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ja,ja... Då e d ikkje så masse lenge te russatiå.. Å då hadde d jo våre gøy me ei boksa så passte.. Fordi at hu e jo ganske for lange.. Men d fikse min kjære nabo! =) Gudd.. Så nå e d snart maling å dilling på gang.. Når eg har et glimt av d så hette fritid... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/7900157/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos8.flickr.com/7900157_8940df3f9b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/7900157/"&gt;russof&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-111220471368749312?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111220471368749312/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=111220471368749312' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/111220471368749312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/111220471368749312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/03/eg-e-kje-liden-jaffal-ikkje-minst.html' title='Eg e kje liden?!?   - Jaffal ikkje minst...'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-111187851921612695</id><published>2005-03-27T00:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T00:16:43.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>UTEN mobil?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/3433757/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos3.flickr.com/3433757_ddf97e285c_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/3433757/"&gt;pic12430&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At EG må vær uten mobil e noge av d værsta..  Eg he blitt avhengige av mobilen min - å eg lige d ikkje.. Eg skreiv et innlegg om d her for ikkje så lenge siden.. ( huske kje heilt ke eg skreiv, noge om mobilen jaffal.. )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suppå e jaffal d, at i dag trudde eg at eg sko tørna i d litla håve mitt..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D har seg nemli sånn at mor sa opp d abb. eg hadde på mobilen.. så i dag fikk eg en besje på mobilen om: " INAKTIVT SIM - KORT ".. Eg klikka..  =/ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Så eg ringte te telenor ( åsså måtte eg hørra på den forferdeligge sangen " venn " mens eg venta i telefonen.. )  Eg måtte gå te forhandler å fiksa d.. For nummeret va ikkje lenger i bruk...   Åsså sko dette skje mitt i påsken? Eg trudde at de hadde stengt på butikken..  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEN - så ringte Ann Iren.. Å for å gjør en lang historie kort - så fant eg ut at Einar jobbde.. Så eg raste ner, å han fiksa mobilen min! =) Så nå e eg gla..  Å d e sikkert mor og... For nå må eg betala kontantkortå sjøl, når eg ikkje har abb. lenger..   =/ hehe...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jepp.. Så at d e tortur å leva uten mobil i en time - seie bare kor gale d e... Men då jekk eg nå.. Jobb imårå - BARE KOM PÅ BESØK =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-111187851921612695?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111187851921612695/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=111187851921612695' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/111187851921612695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/111187851921612695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/03/uten-mobil.html' title='UTEN mobil?'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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-7744625.post-111133122398384513</id><published>2005-03-20T16:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T16:21:09.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Venn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/6916222/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos5.flickr.com/6916222_c5a6f7f6fc_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/6916222/"&gt;calvin31&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nå vil jeg skrive om en dame,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kaffe og bocca er hennes vane.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Denne personen betyr mye for meg,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.... jeg er GLAD I DEG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vi var ikke så mye sammen før i tiden,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hvordan det kan ha seg? , har jeg lurt på siden.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For du er en person som lyser opp,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;når du kommer inn i en av dine rosa topp(er)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da vi startet på livet etter Lye ungdomsskole,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gikk vi ikke lenger i blomstrende kjole.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Du på Bryne, og jeg på Luni,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;massasje da Tina var borte, av Runi.    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men telefonen og SMS er ord vi kjenner,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kontantkort er ikke Dinas venner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men turer i bilen, det liker vi godt,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sladder i munnen om stort og smått.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeg er ikke en stor poet,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;det er noe vi alle vet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men en ting vet jeg,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeg er &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;GLAD I DEG:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DINA&lt;/span&gt;....!!!  =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;STOR KLEM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-111133122398384513?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111133122398384513/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=111133122398384513' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/111133122398384513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/111133122398384513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/03/venn.html' title='Venn'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-110928434438514050</id><published>2005-02-24T23:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T00:13:04.990+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Londontur ifra A te Å..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/5374936/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos3.flickr.com/5374936_4263b2fae6_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/5374936/"&gt;london&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men d blei litt feil.. For de har kje Å...  ( ? ) ...  =/ jaja.. Uansett...   EG VA I LONDON, Å D VA KANONGØY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her ska dåkke få lesa litt om ke me jor å opplevde å sånn.. Så hær bjynne me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Søndag: Eg henta Ingvar å Jens.. Jens blei litt sure, for eg kom klokkå 06.00 i plassen for 06.15.. =) men sama d... Ut te flyplassen bar d jaffal, å i halv 7 tiå så ga eg far en klem før han reiste heim te d såvande huset. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halv 9 så satt me ca på flye, spente på turen.. Eg måtte sidda helt bakerst mellom en gammale mann, å en litt yngre.. Ingen av de snakkte norsk.. Så der satt eg.. Å har eg flyskrekk? Ja.. så spennande tur? Nei..  =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me landa i London ca rundt to tima ettepå, å sprang for å finna kofferta.. For et kaos, å for en store flyplass! Men me fant fram jaffal.. Så d va jo greit.. Så bussa me inn te hotellet vårt.. Å d virka igrunnen ganske greit, men me fikk ikkje låv å sjekka inn så tili.. Så me reiste te Queensway for å kjøpa oss undergrunnskort..  =) Fancy.. Så gikk me å spiste å såg litt i butikkvindua å sånn..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I to tiå ca så fikk me sjekka inn på hotelle.. Å d va jo greit.. Me va fira stykk på et fem mannsrom.. Men så blei me fem.. Men d va jo greit.. Så campa me på hotelle litt å slappa av..  Å i fem tiå hadde me et fellesmøte nere i matsalen der me fikk oss en god latter.. ( som varte på kvart møte resten av vekå ) .. Så ette dette så sko me tebake te byen for å gjør oss litt mærr kjent.. Å me havna nere i Chinatown, der de feira kinesisk nyttår..  (?) D va gøy... =)   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mandag: Me sto opp tili for å dra på en rockevandring gjennom tiå.. Ei rockevandring som tok lang tid å gjore vont i beinå..  =) Men d va GØY! Me va på Abbey Road å gikk over Beatles fortauet... ( nogen sinte bilista? JA..`! ) =) d va gøy.. Me va mange plasse, å avslutta dagen ( eller de andre avslutta rockevandringen ) på Sticky Fingers... Så når me kom tebake så va d "ord for dagen " me Tor Anton..  =) Å d e jo allti gøy! HAN e en VISE, VISE mann! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;På kvelden va d tid for symfonikonsert.. Å d va jo bare en opplevelse så blei så goe så an konne bli..  =) D har seg nemli sånn at en av mine goe venna hoppe rundt på krykker.. Me hadde fått ganske dårlige seter igrunnen, men me satt trangt.. Å d va litt vont for han, på grunn av kneet.. Så han og ei venninna fikk sitteplasser en helt anner plass.. Mens 4 av oss satt igjenn..  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men de som jobba der syns d va så domt at me ikkje fikk sitta sammen..  Så de tilbydde og en plasse oppe..  Fint! - tenkte me.. For der va d bare sånne ballkonga, å de såg jo greiare ut..  Men så blei me jo leda opp te KONGELOSJEN! =) hehe.. Willt..  Me oppdaga i pausen, at oppfor håvene på oss hang det kongeligga embleme..  =) Willt bra! =) Tippe at me va 6 stykke så va litt høge i hatten resten av kvelden?! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tirsdag: Me sko på skolebesøk på en musikkskole så låg langt ute i gokkenivoll.. D va jo greit nok, men de va midt i eksamen, så me fekk sett veldi lite.. Men d virka jo en smule utfordrane =)  Resten av tiå fikk me for oss sjøl te å handla å sånne ting..  =) Å d va gøy..  Oxford å Tottenham va vel besøkt denne ugå trur eg.. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ette et nytt " ord for dagen " me Tor Anton, så va me ganske så klar for å gå på musikal.. Eg valgte å gå på Lion King, å d va helt FANTASTISK! =) Aldri i mitt langa (?) liv har eg fått VONDT av frysninga... =) Å eg, så den suppå eg e - grein.. For d va så bra!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onsdag: Me va på historiebesøk på Imperial War Museum... Å d va ganske så bra syns eg.. Eg har allti syns krigen/ utviklingen har vært spennande.. Å siden eg va i polen så har eg syns at fangeleirane har vært spennande å lesa å veta litt om.. Så eg syns d va gøy å vær der..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Igjenn va d " Ord for dagen " å itte d så trur eg kje me jor noge.. Me slappa av.. Nogen av oss jaffal.. En smule trøtte? =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Torsdag: Me va på orkesterprøve me symfoniorkesteret..  D va fint, men eg va en smule trøtte, så eg tror kje eg fulgte så bra med..  :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ittepå fikk me heile dagen for oss sjøl.. Så fra ca 2 te hall 8 så gikk me å handla..  =) For hall 8 va d nemli tid for musikal igjenn! Å d va ijenn FANTASTISK!!!  =) We will ROCK YOU! =) *vondt av frysninga ijenn* =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fredag: Me va på Globe å fikk en visning der.. Ganske spennande... =) Heile dagen for oss sjøl denne dagen og.. Så dar e kje så mye mærr å sei en : handling! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lørdag: Hadde me avsluttning klassevis.. Me va på en italiens resturant, å Tor Anton holdt en rørande tale.. =) hehe.. åsså va d HANDLING!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Søndag: Eg å de 3 fantastiske eg sov på rom me, me sko på HILLSONG! Trodde d bjynnte kl 09.00.. så me sto opp hall 8 for å gjør oss klar.. Men når me komme der, så ler de av oss.. D bjynne kje før HALV 12?!? =) så me hang på Tottenham i Jallabutikka..  :P gøy d.. =) Så va d ti for Hillsong - å d va fantastisk!!!  =) Følte ikkje eg hadde fått brukt så mye tid på Gud desse dagene, så å komma på møte va bare ekstremt! =) Eg grein..  Ja, eg e suppa..   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Så bar veien tebake te flyplassen.. Å Stine Marie brukte 800,- på taxfree'n...  =)  (?)  ... =/    hehe..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SÅ VA TUREN SLUTT!&lt;/span&gt;   =(   *HULK!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-110928434438514050?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/110928434438514050/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=110928434438514050' title='4 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110928434438514050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110928434438514050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/02/londontur-ifra-te.html' title='Londontur ifra A te Å..'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-110928259168972174</id><published>2005-02-23T23:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T23:12:02.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Guri malla, d e ferie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/5373732/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos5.flickr.com/5373732_2fa9ba397e_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/5373732/"&gt;meglinafoto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenkte d, at d va liide bra me ferie ette ei vega i sjølvaste London.. Men der tok eg feil.. Nesten.. Blitt en del jobbing på meg i ferien, å mærr ska d bli.. Ellers så pusse me opp på Lina ( ---&gt; ) sitt rom.. Så kem må dra henna me seg rundt forbi om dagene? Ja, meg ja.. Å kor havne me som regel då? &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;KVADRAT&lt;/span&gt; ja.. Å ka bruke eg då? &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;PENGA&lt;/span&gt; ja.. Penga eg i grunnen ikkje har.. For kor mye brukte eg i London? nja.. 7000 ca? =/ hehe..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men sånn ellers har eg d fint! London va jo KONGE! Å forvent dåkk et " sia opp, å sia ner " referat om ei stonn.. For d komme te å ta sin tid.. I mellomtiå så vil eg bare dela meg å Lina sin kjedsomhet me dåkke ( få ) som lese dette tulle eg skrive..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Å ønska dåkk en go feri videre! ( Nogen andre som ska ha to prøva på mandag? ) =) hehe..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-110928259168972174?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/110928259168972174/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=110928259168972174' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110928259168972174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110928259168972174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/02/guri-malla-d-e-ferie.html' title='Guri malla, d e ferie!'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-110928335265995348</id><published>2005-02-22T23:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T23:21:56.210+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eg glede meg MAX te sommer..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/5374207/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos5.flickr.com/5374207_3124a7d8d3_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/5374207/"&gt;hensikter_02&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dag satt eg å leste på min egen blogg.. Eg ga i grunnen opp d prosjekte, å forstår at folk ikkje tar tingå mine..  =) D e jo igrunnen bare alt som svirre oppi håve på meg.. Alt e kje allti liga smart..  :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MEN jaffal.. Så leste eg en av de siste postane nere på siå " Kjære Stine Marie " - " Kjære meg sjøl.. ".. åsså blei eg helt GLAE! Acta va så kanonkjekt! =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Så eg satte meg ner eg, å fyllde ut søknaden te i år og.. Så i år reise eg te ACTA Musikkverksted ijenn! =) Å eg glede meg som en liden unge! Den vegå der e noge eg ser fram te allså! Så viss nogen ikkje har plana fra 01 august te 06 august, så bli me meg te Gjøvik! =) Kan anbefalas på d sterkaste!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.acta.as"&gt;www.acta.as&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God bess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-110928335265995348?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/110928335265995348/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=110928335265995348' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110928335265995348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110928335265995348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/02/eg-glede-meg-max-te-sommer.html' title='Eg glede meg MAX te sommer..'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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-7744625.post-110759409522835952</id><published>2005-02-05T10:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T10:04:00.100+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Doffen, han e ikkje på feriekoloni..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/4269802/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos3.flickr.com/4269802_f797023d56_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/4269802/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doffenhar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stinemarie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Doffen har dauva" er filmen om gutten som finner gullsfisken sin død og om en mor som skal bortforklare det.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Det enkle er kanskje det beste" er budskapet fra REMA 1000..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-110759409522835952?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/110759409522835952/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=110759409522835952' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110759409522835952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110759409522835952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/02/doffen-han-e-ikkje-p-feriekoloni.html' title='Doffen, han e ikkje på feriekoloni..'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-110737616667738217</id><published>2005-02-02T21:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T21:43:39.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jai ar litt lai..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/1009448/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos1.flickr.com/1009448_200ebce273_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/1009448/"&gt;PTig15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allså.. I dag blei eg færigge me SÆREMNE!!! =) Willt bra! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men en aen ting.. I desse dage har nogen av mine venninne fått svar frå folkehøgskula å sånn..  Å d går plusseli opp for meg at: Me e snart færdi me vidaregåande!? Me ska snart gå kvær for oss.. Å d e kje allti en liga gøy tanke... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DINA Å TINA ska te sagavoll.. Å de e jo langt opp i gokkenivoll - de e for langt vekke! =) Hehe..  Søkte forresten på høgskula i går.. Å då jikk d opp for meg at eg ska gå 4 år te på skule..    Jadå... =)  Menneh... Tura te sagavoll?! UYEAH!=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-110737616667738217?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/110737616667738217/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=110737616667738217' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110737616667738217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110737616667738217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/02/jai-ar-litt-lai.html' title='Jai ar litt lai..'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-110718749105216825</id><published>2005-01-31T17:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T17:26:40.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'>" Kjære Stine Marie " - " Kjære meg sjøl.. "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/4049830/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos1.flickr.com/4049830_2561363d8c_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/4049830/"&gt;01b&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sommer, va meg å mi goa venninna Tina på et kurs i dirigering. Plassen va Gjøvik - å Gjøvik E plassen! =) D va så vanvitti kjekt! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me va der ei vega - å me samen me masse kjekke folk.. Mange kristne, samla for å prisa Gud jønå musikk å lovsang - D E SÅ WILLT GUDD! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Så når vegå va øve - å d va et tåredryppande forvell me alle,  så fekk me kun ei oppgava før me reiste heim: Me sko skriva et brev... Om kor kjekt me hadde hatt d.. Så - når vinterhallåre kom , så sko me få brev fra oss sjøl i posten.. sånn at me konne mimra - å få lysst å reisa tebake neste år... =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Så i dag fekk eg brev i posten - fra meg sjøl...  =) D VA GØY! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KJÆRE STINE MARIE! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dette har våre ei så sykt bra uga! Det har våre så utrulig og ubeskrivelig gøy! Kurset i seg sjøl har våre sykt bra, å eg har lært så utruli møje! Det va så inspirerande å sjå at d va så mange så ville d sama: Driva et kristent kor! =) YEAH! He blitt kjent me ca mange kjekke folk, å alle e så bra!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grue meg en deeeel te å reisa - for eg he hatt d så gøy! Sidde bare ijenn me masse positive opplevelsa! Neste år VIL eg tabake! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Å LUKAS ( koret ) ska bli kanonbra dette åre! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Å D HAR DE JAMMEN BLITT! =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God Bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-110718749105216825?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/110718749105216825/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=110718749105216825' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110718749105216825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110718749105216825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/01/kjre-stine-marie-kjre-meg-sjl.html' title='&quot; Kjære Stine Marie &quot; - &quot; Kjære meg sjøl.. &quot;'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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-7744625.post-110695077177017479</id><published>2005-01-28T23:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T23:24:43.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>D e helg - eg trenge en sang! </title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/3921782/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos3.flickr.com/3921782_e0616e76fb_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/3921782/"&gt;dopey5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Denne sangen e så fine! =) Å kvær gong eg e leie, så synge eg denne.. åsså grine eg.. åsså e d fiks færdi! =) Då e eg happy ijenn! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile though your heart is aching.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile even though it’s breaking-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When there are clouds in the sky, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you’ll get by.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you smile through your fear and sorrow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile and maybe tomorrow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’ll see the sun come shining through &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Light up your face with gladness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hide every trace of sadness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Although a tear may be &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ever so near.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That’s the time you must keep on trying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile, what’s the use of crying? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’ll find that life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is still worthwhile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you just smile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That’s the time you must keep on trying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile, what’s the use of crying? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’ll find that life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is still worthwhile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you just smile!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;God bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-110695077177017479?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/110695077177017479/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=110695077177017479' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110695077177017479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110695077177017479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/01/d-e-helg-eg-trenge-en-sang.html' title='D e helg - eg trenge en sang! '/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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-7744625.post-110649865975016257</id><published>2005-01-23T17:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T17:58:48.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E eg gnien?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/3700560/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos2.flickr.com/3700560_0938efc6d3_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/3700560/"&gt;money10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dar går jo heftige diskusjona for tiene, om ka folk ska finna på neste år... Me e færdi me videregåane.. Å me har så mange valg... Ka ska me finna på? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eg har i grunnen aldri vært i tvil om ka eg ska finna på.. Før nå...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Når eg gikk i 10ene klasse, å sko søka viaregåane, va eg så utruli bestemmt... Eg sko gå helse og sosial linjå - for eg sko bli barnepleier... Valge va tatt, å eg va sikker på at eg kom te å komma inn... Men, den dagen/kvelden søkefristen gikk ut... Så forandra eg søket mitt.. Eg satte musikk som fyssteprioritet... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Å i grunnen så angre eg ikkje... Eg sa te meg sjøl at: * komme eg inn på musikk - så ska eg bli lærar....  * komme eg IKKJE inn på musikk - ska eg bli barnepleier... Å eg kom inn på musikk.. Å har dermed i 3 år, vært fast bestemmt på at d e lærer eg ska bli...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Å d valge har eg ikkje gått bort fra... Men... Eg har og allti sagt at : " ka e vitsen me et friår, når eg vett ke eg vil?!? " .... Men eg ser jo teiningå.. Et år me et sosialt fellesskab som ikkje kan samenlignas me viaregåane...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D hørres heilt fantastisk ud... Men koffår ikkje bjynna rett på studie? Et år på folkehøgskule koste penga.. Penga som eg ikkje har, å som eg i tilfelle komme å basera et stort lån på.. Åsså ska eg ha penga te studie ettepå...? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her en dag så satt eg å skreiv ut søknada te forskjellige folkehøgskula... Men eg har kasta de i bosset.. På en måte vil eg, men eg ska ikkje... Å d e frustrerande...  =/ Men...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 år allmenlærer studie - here I come!   =)    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Å sånn ska d vær!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-110649865975016257?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/110649865975016257/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=110649865975016257' title='5 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110649865975016257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110649865975016257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/01/e-eg-gnien.html' title='E eg gnien?'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-110591069623542099</id><published>2005-01-16T22:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T23:37:11.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Forholdet te min mobil?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/3433757/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos3.flickr.com/3433757_ddf97e285c_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/3433757/"&gt;pic12430&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ke sjer me værden? Eller? ... Eg kom bare te å tenka øve d hær en dag... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eg e ganske avhengige av mobilen min.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;H E N D E L S E . . . ? ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-110591069623542099?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/110591069623542099/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=110591069623542099' title='6 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110591069623542099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110591069623542099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/01/forholdet-te-min-mobil.html' title='Forholdet te min mobil?'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-110574592892606960</id><published>2005-01-15T01:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T00:43:14.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blæh! =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/3366139/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos3.flickr.com/3366139_f62dcda4b2_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/3366139/"&gt;8202188393&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eg spyyyyr av særemne!!??!! =(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imårå e d inn te sandnes for å sidda der å glo i mange tima for å prøva å få gjort noge...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nogen så kan/vett noge fornufti om anne holt?! Let me know!  =/ Dette e bare ei av tri bøge eg ska/må lesa...      =( Ujeah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Men...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Takk for en koseligge kveld Dina, Tina å Maria.. =) koseliiii... =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-110574592892606960?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/110574592892606960/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=110574592892606960' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110574592892606960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110574592892606960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/01/blh.html' title='Blæh! =('/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-110556631390773960</id><published>2005-01-12T22:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T22:53:04.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vil du ha kvittering?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/3284918/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos3.flickr.com/3284918_08d80e2c29_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/3284918/"&gt;Hydr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Då e eg ude i arbeidslive ijenn... ( forhåbentli lenger en ke eg va sist gong.. )  =) YEAH! Men eg ska sei deg at bensinstasjon e ganske sosialt.. Jaffal når du står bag disken å treffe allslags mulige folk! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eg va då på jobb for fysste gong i går... =) å ska ijenn i mårå! Å d va bare så ekstremt kjekt!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eg trudde d sko ta meg år å dag å læra d der kassasysteme... Aldri forstått meg på d der greiene... Før i går... =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Så i går hadde eg 5 tima på skulen.. siste time hadde eg sangtentamen.. Å d va så villt driiiid! =/ men, men... d fekk bare bli sånn då.. så.. hadde eg jaffal fri ei stonn før eg sko på jobb.. så då reiste me te jærhagen.. men der va d bare sånne pensjonerte av de litt eldre.. åsså mødre me skrikande onga...  =/ hendelse for et mas.. så der hollt eg ikkje ud lenge men... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;så reiste eg på jobb.. å va der i 3 - 4 tima.. =) åsså va d rett heim, gjør noge lekse.. før kore...  Å de e så flinke på kore! =) kan ikkje få skrøyda nok av de...! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;så i går va en kjekke dag igrunnen... men i DAG... Bussa fra gandal te bryne i dette være e kje så kjekt! =/ e d kje gudrunn, så e d hårek, å e d kje hannder , så e d INGA... =/ hendelse...   Kem e next?! =/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go natt!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-110556631390773960?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/110556631390773960/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=110556631390773960' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110556631390773960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110556631390773960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/01/vil-du-ha-kvittering.html' title='Vil du ha kvittering?...'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-110530578832158558</id><published>2005-01-09T22:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T22:31:54.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>" Nytt år, nye muliheda... " - tenkte Stine Marie.. å lo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/2315713/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos2.flickr.com/2315713_61525bbf25_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/2315713/"&gt;diverse jul-nyttÃ¥r 011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ja, d e ganske sant.. Eg hadde igrunnen kje lagt meg nogen nyttårsforsett... Udenom d vanligga:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Slutta å eda snob.. ( så eg ikkje blir sjokkare enn eg e... )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Gå / trena meir..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Gjør ALLE leksene å fylla me i ALLE timane på skulen...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Så nå komme denne her " eg lo.. " parten.. D fyssta forsette jekk fint de 5 fysste dagene.. Åsså klarte eg å glømma meg av.. Så eg trur kje eg blir tynne me d fyssta nei.. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Å d andra då.. Jaddå... Tenkte mitt forsett te å bjynna me sko vær å gå opp te skulen kvar dag.. Å ikkje ta bussen i fra bånnen av bakken te toppen av bakken.. Menneh.. Eg va sjuge i ferien.. Å har våre heilt sylta i tryne siden d... Så å gå opp en bakke... Då sleid eg me pusten ittepå... =/ Ja,ja... Unsjyllning? kanskje.. men nei...  Men der røyg den ideen og... Så blir eg kje et par ( elle mange ) kino lettare på den måden heller... =/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Åsså skulen... D seie seg sjøl.. Når eg ska ha religionsinnlevering i mårå, musikkorientering å arr/komp på tirsdag.. åsså særemne i tillegg... =/ hendelse eg har vatten øve håve...!  =/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Så sånn kan d gå...   =) Mitt liv i et nøtteskall... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-110530578832158558?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/110530578832158558/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=110530578832158558' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110530578832158558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110530578832158558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/01/nytt-r-nye-muliheda-tenkte-stine-marie.html' title='&quot; Nytt år, nye muliheda... &quot; - tenkte Stine Marie.. å lo...'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-110458304553096084</id><published>2005-01-01T13:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T13:37:25.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dina sine tanka om Lillemor.. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dette har då mi goa venninna Dina skreve om meg på heimasiå si..  =) Eg syns d va så fint, så eg måtte bare hiva d inn her.... =)   GLA I DEG DINA! DU BETYR MASSE FOR MEG! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stine Marie e ei kjempegilde jenta!! Hu e ei utrolig gode venninna som eg sette veldig stor pris på. Me blir bare bedre og bedre venna. Hu e kjempekjekke å ver med og utrolig gilde å snakka med! Hu he alltid tid t å snakka og hørra på meg og gje meg råd. Stine e nesten alltid i godt humør og finne på møje løye! D e alltid kjekt å ver med na. Stine e 18 år og går på lundehaugen på VK2 på musikk. Hu e kjempeflinke t å synga!! Hu he ein fantastiske stemme og eg blir bare meir og meir imponerte av kor flinke hu e t å synga!!!  Eg he alltid visst kem Stine Marie va, men d va ikkje før seinare tid at me he blitt så gode venna. Eg e så glade for at eg får lov t å ver venninna med deg Stine!!!  Meg og Stine Marie he spelt innebandy i lag ei gode stonn. D va kjempekjekt!! Stine Marie e kjempeflinke t å spela innebandy og nå har hu begynt karrieren som innebandy keeper og imponere veldig! Hu e så flinke t mange ting! Eg kan ikkje få skrøyda nok av hu!! Som sagt så e kallenavnet hennas lillemor og d e hu og, på ein positive måte! Hu bryr seg om andre folk, kjempeflinke t å lytta og gje råd og har veldig omsorg for vennane sine. Stine e bare ei vanvittig kule venninna!!hu e uerstattelige! Hu e ein av dei kulaste og råaste personane eg kjenne i lag med knåll og tuppen! Uheldigvis fylle hu året to vege før meg og påstår at hu komme t å få lappen før meg.. hehe.. men eg ska nok klara å ta lappen før deg stine:P Eg e så utrolig glad i deg og kjempetakknemlige for at eg får ver venninna med deg!!! Tusen takk for at du e deg og at du e der for meg. Kjempe kjempe kjempe glade i deg!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-110458304553096084?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/110458304553096084/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=110458304553096084' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110458304553096084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110458304553096084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2005/01/dina-sine-tanka-om-lillemor.html' title='Dina sine tanka om Lillemor.. =)'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-110418236229011434</id><published>2004-12-27T22:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T22:52:03.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Julaferie?! Ka e det?? ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/2595529/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos3.flickr.com/2595529_fe27c9aed7_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/2595529/"&gt;medical-queerdoctor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jepp, eg såg ( ikkje ) at d kom i år, men d jor visst d aligavell, å e d kje bare TYPISK?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D har seg nemli sånn at de to siste årå så har eg blitt sjuge i kvær einaste navla ferie me har.. Spesiellt jul/ nyttår ferien... Så de to siste årå har eg tebragt både jul å nyttår på sofaen hos oss å bestemor å de...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NERTUR! =( I fjor sko eg bli me Dina å de te randaberg... Hadde gleda meg vannvitti! Å kem måtte ligga heima me nesten 40 i feber?! Jooooda...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men jaffal.. I år sko d bli andre bolle ( eller noge sånn... ) ... Julaftå kom, å Stine Marie va friske så en fisk... 1 dag jul kom, å me va hos bestemor å de.. Alt va heeeilt fint, åsså plusseli... bare seig eg samen... =(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 dag jul såv eg te kl 4.. då kom d besøg...typisk liiide fint d då... Å Stine Marie pompe inn på paracet... Når folke va gått, va d rett ner på sofaen.. Å der låg eg i heila nått... En halve time fekk eg såft... =/ fiiine greie..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Så i dag har eg og låge parkert på den der sofaen, uden å ha jort en ting.. Paracet virke heller kje lengre... Jezz...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Henga me venna i mårå kan eg bare glømma... Å jobba ( fint typisk når eg nettåpp har fått nye jobb... ) kan eg legga te sies litt... Å jentekveld me gjengen e lide sansynligt og skjer... =( EG TRUR EG BLIR GALEN!?! =/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men en ting e sikkert: INGEN SKA TA FRA MEG NYTTÅR PÅ KLEPP! =) så.. eg bare ber om at eg må bli friske te då, for viss ikkje kan eg kje ha d møje kult...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;En aen ting når eg fyssta sitte å skrive her... Dette innlegge he bestått av bare syd... Men eg har egentli veldi liden rett te å ligga å klaga nå.... =( ALL omtanke te Thailand, Sri Lanka å alle de andre landå så e ramma av dette jorskjelve å flodbølgå... =( FORFERDELIGT! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D e utruli tøfft å sidda å se den der tragedien på TV... Å dei så ikkje blir berørt av sånn...Går kje ann... Tenk på alle de livå som e gått tabt uden gronn?! Tenk på alle de så må leva i den uvissheden om de får se sine venna å familie igjenn... Du hørre heile veien på nyhedene at barn e savna, voksne e savna.. Sykehus å Likhus e øvefyllte.. Folk som har myssta alt de eie? Å dette skolle liksom vær ferieparadiset?! ..  Å naturen e kje å spøga me helle når skjelve måle 9 på richters skala... Hendelse i denne værden allså...  =(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenk på alle de som har blitt skillt i denne flodbølgå, å som ikkje finne kværandre igjenn... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Så koffår å kossen kan me igrunnen gå rundt å syda? Eg e flinke te d sjøl, mester i syting.. Men blir kje d en store smule øvefladisk når du får et sånnet bilde slengt rett i fjese?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hærlighed! Eg HAR ei seng, eg HAR tak øve håve, eg HAR venna å familie så eg e gla i, å så e gla i meg! Så koffår slå seg vrange når mor har kjøpt grøvbød i stede for kneip?! =/ d e å synka langt ner.. Me ane kje kor godt me har d igrunnen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eg blir helt matte.. Men tror at dette trenge mye bønn å omtanke.. =) D e d besta eg kan finna på å gjør jaffal...!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Så blei d litt tung alvor i dette og...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ha en fine kveld!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-110418236229011434?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/110418236229011434/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=110418236229011434' title='4 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110418236229011434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110418236229011434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2004/12/julaferie-ka-e-det.html' title='Julaferie?! Ka e det?? ...'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-110401457872490034</id><published>2004-12-25T23:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T23:47:13.510+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ich bin eine über flott julenissemann! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/2531581/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos1.flickr.com/2531581_0f46a31cb6_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/2531581/"&gt;Julenisse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jezz, då va jammen julaftå øve for i år og.. =) Men du å du for en " spennande " kveld.. Må sei d... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eg fekk i år den æren av å lega julanisse - å d va jo kjekt! =) syskenbarne mitt blei ganske øveraska då.. For hu hadde jo gått heile kvelden å sagt at " EG VETT AT D E DU BESTEFAR SOM E NISSEN - ikkje prøv å tull engong.. " &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men lide va jo d muligt at d konne vær når bestefar satt med rauå godt planta i stolen når sjølvaste nissen kom på besøg... =D Så d va jo kjekt.. Å igrunnen så e d kje så løye at hu fekk hageslepp - for eg va jo en ganske så troværdige nissefar.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Åsså må eg bare få sagt d... Hadde et eget innlegg om d på min å Dina sin felles blogg.. MEN - all æra te bestemor! =) Eg e ganske gla i hu, for hu lage verdens beste brune saus! =) Så julå den va goe for meg den.. =) hehe... D va mi julaftå i korte trekk... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Må bare benytta denne anledningen te å takka alle for de utroli flotte,spennande å ikkje minst kjekke gavane eg fekk te jul! =) TUSEN TAKK! :p hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ellers så e d jo og snart nyttår... Eg kan bare sei: Meg/Dina + Klepp + masse folk = JUBEL Å GLEDE! =) *glede meg Dina!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-110401457872490034?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/110401457872490034/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=110401457872490034' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110401457872490034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110401457872490034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2004/12/ich-bin-eine-ber-flott-julenissemann.html' title='Ich bin eine über flott julenissemann! =)'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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-7744625.post-110384281428415947</id><published>2004-12-24T01:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T08:49:29.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Trenge du hjelp?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/2479614/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos1.flickr.com/2479614_e3238d8aed_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/2479614/"&gt;home10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Trenge du hjelp? ", " Kan eg hjelpa? " å " Ha en fine dag! ".. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Itte en utruli kort karriere innenfor resturantlivet, så har eg då fått meg en ny jobb.. =) JA, EG SKA JOBBA! =/ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mor å Far he mast i eviheda om at eg må få meg en jobb... Eg he jort fint lide for å prøva å få meg noge jobb i d heila.. Men, så...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For to dage si så sko eg bli me Dina te Signe udpå kvellen.. Før eg reiste, så sennde eg en mail på en plass eg kanskje konne ha sitt meg sjøl jobba.. ( aldri tenkt på d som et alternativ før engong.. ) Men d e faktisk ganske kjekt! ( tror eg.. )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jaffal.. Udpå kvellen når me satt der å hadde d kjekt, så ringte jo telefonen min.. " Intresserte i jobb? " - selfølgeligt! Så i går så tomla eg meg ud te denne über forlatte plassen på et jobbintervju.. Å det gjekk jo nokså greit, så nå har eg på ny forvilla meg ud i denne jobb/stress verdenen... =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Så, viss dåkk nogen gong e på Sola på en søndagstur elle noge... Så kan eg bare sei...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;BENSINSTASJON!&lt;/span&gt; =)      (  u yeah! )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Å i dag e d jo julaftå...  Systar mi va heilt i hondre når hu vekkte meg...  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Julanissen må ha hatt d grævla travelt - dæ æ jo snø øve haila Lye jammen Stine Marie! " ... =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GO JUL! =)&lt;/span&gt;      Gla i dåkk heile gjengen!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-110384281428415947?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/110384281428415947/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=110384281428415947' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110384281428415947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110384281428415947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2004/12/trenge-du-hjelp.html' title='Trenge du hjelp?!'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-110363608389706692</id><published>2004-12-21T14:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T14:38:26.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no!  =(   Null julagava på meg..?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/2402330/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos2.flickr.com/2402330_53dc78bb47_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/2402330/"&gt;julaga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Viss nogen he lest kommentarane på d sista innlegge eg skreiv, så har eg fått et anonymt bloggebrev av selveste nissen...   =) hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Men der han værtfall skrive at, viss ikkje eg blogge 5 gonge (?) te før jul, så får eg kje julegava.. Trist d?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Det vil sei at eg får kje julagava.. For nå e d bare tri dage ijenn te jul, å ka ska eg blogga 5 gonge om? =) ujeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nei, d blir kje gava på meg i år...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO JUL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-110363608389706692?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/110363608389706692/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=110363608389706692' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110363608389706692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110363608389706692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2004/12/oh-no-null-julagava-p-meg.html' title='Oh no!  =(   Null julagava på meg..?!?'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-110340741380603712</id><published>2004-12-18T23:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T10:54:57.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLELUJAH! ( bokstavli talt.. )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/2315845/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos1.flickr.com/2315845_6baf839fc4_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/2315845/"&gt;November o4 043&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DÅ VA D JAMMEN JULAFERIE! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venta på d ei stonn nå.. Så ikvell sidde eg bare heima ( ja, på en lørdag.. ) å slappe av.. Å imårå ska meg å Dina på handletur.. At eg e treige me å kjøba julagava, d e sant ja.. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blei spurt her en dag tiligare i vegå om eg hadde kåme i julastemning.. Hadde eg d? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me hadde 3 konserta på 3 dage me skulen.. Eg har låge å tenkt på d navla særemne te eg he blitt blåe i tryne ( viss nogen kan, elle har noge fornufti å sei om Anne Holt så bare kom te meg! ) , åsså klare eg heller ikkje bli kloge om d så smelle på denne jorå på grunn av denne religionsoppgaven.. Så julastemning låg langt bag i mitt ellers så ufornuftiga håve...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men jaffal.. I dag kom denne vel så ettelengta julastemningå... Eg såv te sikker sånn 2 tiå i dag.. Så når eg sto opp så va eg ekstremt sinte ( så d anbefales på d sterkaste å IKKJE vekka meg allså..., tror Miriam ++ kan bekrefta d... ). Så kom eg ner å sa at de andre måtte kje snakka te meg før eg hadde våkna sjikkeli.. Så eg jekk i dysjen.. Men tror du kje mi kjæra ( Pøh! ) søster hadde stått i dysjen i mange tima å brukt opp alt d varma vanne... Joda... =) Fiiine start på dagen.. Eg kom opp i ståvå ijenn, å eg frøys... Så kom mor te Tina me videoen i fra igår, når me hadde avsluttningskonserten me skulen...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Så satte eg den på - Å D VA SÅ KJEKT Å SE Å HØRRA! =) Så kom hallelujah kore, å alle grunnkisane + alle gamle eleva kom opp - åsså sang me.. Så her satt eg å fekk frysninga.. =) Villt bra! Å itillegg så snødde d ude... Så julastemning i mitt sinn? JA TAKK! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;En aen ting e at eg he bjynnt å bli litt sjuge i dag då.. Men nå koste eg inn på vitamine å medisine for å bli friske - for kor kjibt e d å vær sjuge 3 julaferia på ra, der julaftå å nyttår blir ødelagt?! =) YEAH! Neiiii takk t d! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JULEN, JULEN, JULEN DEN ER HER...!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( D bilde blei forresten tatt onna musikalugå... DERFOR den flotte frisyren! ) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-110340741380603712?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/110340741380603712/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=110340741380603712' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110340741380603712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110340741380603712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2004/12/hallelujah-bokstavli-talt.html' title='HALLELUJAH! ( bokstavli talt.. )'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-110245802106814465</id><published>2004-12-07T23:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T12:10:38.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>" Å julå vare heilt te påsken " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/2007513/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos2.flickr.com/2007513_992ffdb4ce_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/2007513/"&gt;stinesvart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Då va jo Grease færi.. Lenge siden d igrunnen, men eg har kje hatt tid te å skriva noge særli hær... Lekse å skole e d som telle nå.. D nærme seg jul, å prøva å innleveringa e goe de då...  Eller?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skolen e igrunnen en del stress.. Å denne her sangen " å julå vare heilt te påske " he eg bjynnt å se litt positivt på...  :P Eg ska bare lesa 3 bøge på 500 sie i løbe av julaferien.. Greit nok d igrunnen - for d e krimbøge.. =) YEAH! Men så ska eg jo få te å vinkla alt dette fornuftiga å vel så merka ufornuftiga så komme ud av håve mitt itte å ha såde pal å lest tri bøge...   D mesta så komme ud fra min monn e som regel bare tull å vas - så kossen få te et bra særemne? HJELP?!? =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Åsså må eg bare få låv å skrøyda litt av mitt fantastiska kor - LUKAS! =) De e så utroli bra! Folk spør meg " ka i all verden har du jort me d kore siden første øvingå? " ...  Nei allså... De har bare udvikla seg i et sånnet syyyykt tempo! =) Å d e så utroli kult... Eg kose meg jaffal en heile del der eg står å vise grimasa te de...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me ska jaffal synga på Lye ikvell då.. I aulaen, på " me synge julå inn "...  =) hehe... så... Feel free to come! =) YEAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God Bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-110245802106814465?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/110245802106814465/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=110245802106814465' title='5 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110245802106814465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110245802106814465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2004/12/jul-vare-heilt-te-psken.html' title='&quot; Å julå vare heilt te påsken &quot; ...'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-110059372088578897</id><published>2004-11-16T09:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T09:37:35.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Olja lyn! =) ....    ( ja, sånn ser d ud.. ) ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/1510019/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1510019_de60d477fb_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/1510019/"&gt;MUSIKAL3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;JESS! Då va musikalen i god gang! D e faktisk ganske kjekt når ting går så d ska..  =) Men d e jo greit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eg spele jo gutt...  ( sikkert fått d me deg itte desse bildene så igrunnen sKo våre sensurert.. ) YEAH! =) Dette e sånn før å ette bilde! sånn ser eg ud som gutt ( venstre ) , å sånn ser eg ud itte en øving ( høyre )....   Å d e kje bare meg så ser sånn ud.. Men koffår ser eg sånn ud? jo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;D har seg sånn at me som spele gutta, må setta opp håre kver dag! ( alle må jo d, men vårs e syyykt! ) =)  Di må tuppera heila håre, ser jo ud så en flokk saue heile jengen vettu! =) D e akkuratt som sannpapir, å d å klara å greia d ud e et stort problem..  :S d gjør vondt..  men d ser bare løye ud, å eg e kje aleina om å se domme ud.. :P så sånn e d!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Udenom d syyga håre så ska d villt mye sminke te... Me he heila tryne follt av sjokke brunkrem kver dag! ( øøøø  ) me ser jo ud som me komme fra syden..  :P eller?..? å SJINNSJEGG! =) me må teina et syyyyyk sjinnsjegg! =) d ser heller komisk ud, men d e gøy! Jess, masse sminke der me må ver ekstremt svarte rondt auene... =) aha! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MEN! Nå må eg gå.. Me fikk såva en time lenger.. ( lærerane e litt snille av å te... ) AHA! =) så.. jezz! Generalprøve i dag! =) glede meg! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Å te dåkke så ska på musikalen!? GLED DÅKKE! =)&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-110059372088578897?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/110059372088578897/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=110059372088578897' title='6 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110059372088578897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110059372088578897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2004/11/olja-lyn-ja-snn-ser-d-ud.html' title='Olja lyn! =) ....    ( ja, sånn ser d ud.. ) ....'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-110021342388516331</id><published>2004-11-11T23:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T23:55:31.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grease e et liv, e et liv, e et liv...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/1412820/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1412820_6d9c853174_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/1412820/"&gt;grease2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JA, D E FAKTISK D! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ja, nå e d jammen lenge si eg he skreve her.. He jo budd på dataen i to vege nå me navla skulearbeid...  =/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men nå! E d andre bolle ( ? )...  Ja, for me ska nemli ver nere i sannes kulturhus fra imårå av te neste løøøørdag... d blir bra? =) så då får eg kje skreve på jallefall ei uga.. :P men greit d...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;snakkes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-110021342388516331?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/110021342388516331/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=110021342388516331' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110021342388516331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/110021342388516331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2004/11/grease-e-et-liv-e-et-liv-e-et-liv.html' title='Grease e et liv, e et liv, e et liv...'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-109897515267994726</id><published>2004-10-28T16:52:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T19:52:18.596+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser d ud så d står skreve stress i pannen på meg eller..?!?! ...  =/ </title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/1108484/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1108484_b8757bf472_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/1108484/"&gt;STREEEESSS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eg stresse for tiå, å eg stresse maksimalt.. Sånn går d faktisk når alt hope seg opp te ei store suppa! Alt blir bare en einaste store grød...  =) haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Men jaffal... Denne religionen blir eg snart sprøe av.. D sko jo bli effektiv jobbing, men kossen går d ann når du tenke på alt aent.. Alt kræsje, for skulen tar så mye tid.. Å eg stresse som sagt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Å eg e verdensmester i å sei te andre at de må tenka litt på seg sjøl å sånn.. For d e jo tross alt ganske viktigt - for kossen kan du yta maksimalt, når du har null energi ijenn? Då e d jo bedre å slappa av.. Sant?  Dette e jaffal lekså eg allti gir te andre når de ser vrak ud.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Men eg merke sjøl at eg e heilt udsleden..  Men d e faktisk veldi vanskeli å slappa av når du har så mye skolearbeid som me har. Ver vekke en dag - å du går glipp av d mesta.. D slide liiiide... Å jaffal når me har så mange gruppearbeid så me har.. Å du må liksom prioritera alle.. Men går d? Nei.. Å når du då velle å prioritera d eina, så e d fullt forståeli at folk blir stressa, for d går jo ikkje ut øve bare meg sjøl - men faktisk heila gruppå! Å kor kult e d då å sei:" Eg e syge - så eg burde egentli vær heima"...? D slide ekstremt - eg klare ikkje sei d.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Så heila denne ugå har eg vert sånn "litt opp å ner" syge - men egentli e eg ikkje syge, eg e bare sykt trøtte å utmatta.. Så heile meg slide me å fungera.. Då spise eg kje, då trene eg kje osv.. Å då får du lett vont i håve å sånne ting - å alt blir bare tusen gonge verre.. Merka d nogen gong? Tvile ikkje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Men eg tror eg bør ta meg sjøl i nakken litt, å bruka litt tid på å slappa av... Men lettare sagt en gjort som sagt.. Eg tror eg ska på noge kvar dag fram te mot slutten av November - jaffal sånn så kalenderen ser ut nå...  Slide d litt eller? Skulen slide.. Å når alle andre ting komme i tillegg, så slide d ennå meir... Men kutta ud fritidsaktiviteta - å sidda me skule 24/7..?   Nei takk?! ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Men eg trur neste års forsett e å slappa av en del? =) YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-109897515267994726?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/109897515267994726/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=109897515267994726' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109897515267994726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109897515267994726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2004/10/ser-d-ud-s-d-str-skreve-stress-i.html' title='Ser d ud så d står skreve stress i pannen på meg eller..?!?! ...  =/ '/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-109890976211965684</id><published>2004-10-27T22:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T22:59:47.590+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eg har et par sånne "moments".. faktisk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/1095363/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1095363_e8d04973d7_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/1095363/"&gt;sannheten&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ja, d e i grunnen ganske løye.. Men eg må bare sei d, sjøl om eg egentli e ganske klar øve d.. Men av å te får eg sånne "moments" at - GUD E JAMMEN GALGOE! =) Halleluja allså!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Som sagt så e eg jo klar øve d, men av å te får eg bare sånne syge frysninga nerøve ryggen der eg bare kjenne varmen bobla i meg allså.. =) Å d e en willt herligge følelse.. Men eg meine - verden i dag e en verden der det mesta blir tatt som en selfølge.. D ser du jo støtt å stadi rundt deg om dagen.. Men kossen går d ann å ta d som har jort meg te den personen eg e, som en selfølge?!? D e jammen klin umuli! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men av å te så har me litt lett for å glemma ting i kværdagen... ( ska kje greia alle onna en kam, men eg he jaffal lett for d..) Men gurilann - eg glømme kje ke Jesus jor for meg å deg! D e jo helt fantastisk! Men eg meine d - at d e lett å på en måde legga d i " det e kje så vikti i dag" korgå.. Men d e d jo!  =)  yeah.. Eg merka d sjøl i dag jaffal... At d e noge eg ikkje har brukt så mye tid på i d sista.. Eg tenke litt an andre ting e viktigere - men aldri må me glømma d! =) For d e jo så fantastisk! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eg hadde som sagt et sånnen "moment" i dag då.. ( d va d som va heila poenge me innlegge her nå..) Eg va hos godeste Miriam å jobba me religion - oppgaven vår går ud på frelse. Kem? Ka? Koss? Å sånne ting.. Men jaffal.. Me satt å leste litt vers å sånn i bibelen, å dar e en del som bare gjør noge me meg... Eg må læra meg å sedda meir pris på ting allså... For alt eg har, hadde eg kje hatt viss eg ikkje hadde tatt d valge eg tog for nogen år siden! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halleluja! - seie bare eg!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-109890976211965684?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/109890976211965684/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=109890976211965684' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109890976211965684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109890976211965684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2004/10/eg-har-et-par-snne-moments-faktisk.html' title='Eg har et par sånne &quot;moments&quot;.. faktisk...'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-109880255077188258</id><published>2004-10-26T16:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T17:20:43.383+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dina å kaffi slår kje feil! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/1071117/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1071117_1b26082a13_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/1071117/"&gt;dddinnah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dette e Dina *sensurert* Fjeld.. Dina lige nemli ikkje sitt mellomnavn , THERESE.. =) hehe.. *beklage Dina* Så meg å Dina har starta vårs egen lille blogg - der me e sånn anti mellomnavn ting då... Men skjer d mye på den? Nei - lite oppdatert kalle me noge sånn.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;DINA Å KAFFI - SLÅR IKKJE FEIL. Kaffi e løysningen på alle Dina sine problem! =) hehe... * å eg lage go kaffi te na* hehe... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men denne jentå e jammen goe allså - d einste så trekke litt ner, e at hu e litt "udenfor" siden hu går på bryne, på allmenn av alle ting.. =) hehe.. så i skulekværdagen, så kan du sei at me ser litt lite te na, men udenom e dina der heileveien.. =) Med meg å Dina e det d sama som me meg å Tina - me har allti visst kem kvarandre va, men d va fysst når me starta på vgs at me fekk kontakt.. Å D E EG GLA FOR! For min ellers så travle dag - hadde kje vært d sama uden Dina.. ! HURRA FOR DINA! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Det har seg sånn at meg å Dina har en del ting te felles.. Me spillte jo innebandy i lag før - men så slutta Dina.. =/ Men whatever.. Goe va hu jaffal - heile lagets tøffelhelt! =) En aen ting e at meg å Dina e veldi gla i kombinasjonen av Kinamad å C.S.I - for ke hadde værden vært uden C.S.I? Eller et ennå verre tenkelig senario - UDEN DINA, KINAMAD å C.S.I??!? =) hehe... Eg e gla d e meg å deg om dette, Dina!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men udenom d så e nevnt så e Dina fantastiske! ( eller.. d e vel kanskje nevnt før?!.. ) hehe... =) Men hu e så goe å ha! Meg å Dina kan snakka om alt mellom himmel å jord - å ikkje bare kan me, me gjør! Dina har en tendens te å konna lesa deg som ei bog.. Eller kanskje ikkje deg - men hu lese jaffal meg som ei bog.. Så for denne jentå går d kje an å sjula at du e leie deg eller noge... " E du leie deg for noge, Stine" - seie Dina å ser på meg... Å då går d ikkje ann å sei " neeeeei...?!?" .. =) å dette e en bra ting! For d e godt å ha nogen så bryr seg sånn - for Dina bryr seg værkeli om alt å alle - å har en omsorg uden lige...! Fantastisk bra egenskap - så jaffal eg sedde stoooore pris på! =) Eg konne skreve mye meir om Dina... ( å d ska eg og! HAHA... ) ..... =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men takk for at du e en person me en sånnen kjærlighed å omtanke for andre Dina - eg vett at eg ikkje e den einaste så sette pris på d! Takk for alle de goe orå å rådå du har gitt meg oppijønå! =) Det e en sånnen go følelse eg sidde ijenn me når eg tenke på kor utroli mye du betyr for meg - for du e noge heilt for deg sjøl! TAKK - for at du e min venn! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eg e kanon gla i deg Dina! =) *klem*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-109880255077188258?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/109880255077188258/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=109880255077188258' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109880255077188258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109880255077188258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2004/10/dina-kaffi-slr-kje-feil.html' title='Dina å kaffi slår kje feil! =)'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-109880052145192206</id><published>2004-10-26T16:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T16:36:26.286+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tina - å tusen tanka om ting..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/1071119/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1071119_60aa4a08bd_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/1071119/"&gt;Â¨tttinnnah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dette e då mi "venstra hånd".. =) YEAH! Det har seg nemli sånn at meg å Tina reiste sammen te Gjøvik - på en "aldi komme me te å glømma dette" tur..  Å d va ufattele gøy.. D må eg bare få sei.. Meg å Tina koste åss ufatteli på den turen.. =)      Så lure du kanskje på - kem e Tina? Jo, d ska eg sei deg!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Denne jentå hette Tina Renate - å en av dei personane så betyr det mesta av det mesta for meg! =) Meg å Tina har gått i paralellklasse siden fyssteklasse.. Men d va kje før me bjynnte på Lundehaugen at eg egentli blei kjendt me denne tuppå her! =) Å d e eg så utruuuli evi takknemlige for - for ke sko eg jort uden Tina? Då hadde d gått litt galt trur eg... =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tina har en sånnen fantastiske væremåte - å en sånnen go humor, så smitte øve på de fleste hu komme øve.. Å d e sykt bra! Midt i en alvårligge samtale, kan Tina bare åpna monnen - å ud komme d så du minst hadde venta - d e kanonløye... =) YEAH! Men Tina e jaffal bare ei sånnei solstråla... Å alt denne jentå finne på! Ka hadde vel burstagen våres våre uden den reaksjonen te Dina? Kem va d sin fortjeneste? =) ( Den historien komme... ) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dette blei i grunnen bare sånn internt snakk, men d e jo gøy d og.. =) Men Tina e jaffal den utruliga, sjarmerande jentå.. Å hu kan d mesta.. Som nevnt, så går hu på skule me meg.. Hu går på musikklinjå - å denne jentå kan dansa! =) Gurimalla.. Bare hu seie "tåspiss sko" - så får eg vont i fødene.. Men Tina har bein i nasen..! Å udenom d stor danetalente - så e hu og me meg å dirigere kore... =) Å hu e kanonflike.. Tina sin einaste erfaring på d ponkte - e dette kurset på Gjøvik... Så hu e begava allså, for hu KAN dirigera!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men Tina - du vett kor utruli mye eg sette pris på deg! Du e et sånnet sjarmerande vesen, å kem kan la vær å bli gla i deg?!?  Du fortjene kun d besta, for d unne du deg sjøl! Takk for at du e den du e - å takk for at du e en del av mitt liv! Du har gitt meg så kanon mye - å eg sedde STOOORE pris på det!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gla i deg ballerina! =)                           *klem*           ( Dina, du e neste - å sistemann ) ....  =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-109880052145192206?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/109880052145192206/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=109880052145192206' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109880052145192206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109880052145192206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2004/10/tina-tusen-tanka-om-ting.html' title='Tina - å tusen tanka om ting..'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-109873685093065187</id><published>2004-10-25T22:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T22:58:31.030+02:00</updated><title type='text'>D e d indra så telle...  ( D seie de alle, men meine de det? )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/1057036/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1057036_c6546653c3_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/1057036/"&gt;Clapboard_in_Hands_1tn_&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eg e aktive på bloggefronten - men i d sista så har eg hatt en del tanka om ting.. =) yeah.. Men menneske: En sannhed - eller en fasade? ( et skuespill om du vil? )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Det e faktisk en ting eg har lurt litt på i d sista.. Kor går egenli grenså? Eg meine, kor mye telle personligheden å kor mye telle udseende te en person? Ja,ja.. Dar e forsjellige syn på d, d vett eg jo... Men mi mening før springa laust her inne... =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Folk he blitt så utruli fokusert på en ting for tiå, nemli udseende - d har vel kanskje allti våre sånn, men i d sista har d bare slått mot meg.. Men kor mye telle ka? Kor går grenså? Ofta så sidde du kanskje å snakke me folk - å dette temaet ser ud te å ver ganske sentralt sånn uansett kor å koss.. Men greit nok d... Eg kjenne at d har på en måde nådd ei grensa for min del då.. Det e greit nok at gutta så står sju meter nere i gadå, plystre på venninnå på siå av meg fordi hu e så tynne å flotte, mens eg ikkje e d.. Greit nok at udseende e d fyssta du legge merke te, men kan du dømma en person bare itte d? E d rett eller galt? D kan i grunnen diskuteras, men eg for min del blir usikker.. Ikkje usikker på andre, men usikker på megsjøl... Sånn e d bare.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Når du sidde å snakke me venna om udseende å sånn, å de diskutere hu "kraftiga" me såg når me kjørte der å der å sånn... Kan du bli usikker då? For - ka meine de om meg? Koss tenkte de om meg? Kosslags syn har de på meg, osv? Usikker - ja!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Såg på ungkarskvinnen i dag då ( d har bare sjedd denne eine gongen - for d e et sånnet tåbeli opplegg.. ) Dar kom inn ei nye dama - ei svenske ei. Kommentaren va: "Hu va finare en de andre - henna vil eg ha!"..... Å d e då eg meine - kor går grenså? Ka grense har folk for seg sjøl.. Folk e forsjellige, eg vett d.. Men vanskeli å forstå? JA? Et stort irrtasjonsmoment te tie? JA! ....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men eg meine at du ska kje dømma en person ette udseende før du har snakkt me personen å lært an å kjenna uansett.. For ka har egentli mest verdi?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eg har ganske sterke meininga om dette temaet, for d e kanskje en del spørsmål eg slide me sjøl... Men eg tror kje eg ska skriva meir - d kan skaba opprør... Men - mitt syn jaffal.. Ka e ditt?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-109873685093065187?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/109873685093065187/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=109873685093065187' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109873685093065187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109873685093065187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2004/10/d-e-d-indra-s-telle-d-seie-de-alle-men.html' title='D e d indra så telle...  ( D seie de alle, men meine de det? )'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-109871512916897791</id><published>2004-10-25T16:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T16:52:30.716+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stine Marie å Miriam i sjokkt å tynnt...  ( Tuppen å Lillemor rett å slett ... )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/1050902/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1050902_b47c2121c5_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/1050902/"&gt;YEAHHHH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ja, for i går skreiv eg at eg va så sykt gla i vennane mine! Å d e eg.. Å som sagt så konne eg skreve fleirne bøge om de, men d ska eg kje.. Men d eg tenkte, av at de konne få en sånnen spesiell plass på bloggen min.. =) Å d e vel en del bra eller liiiide? =) YEAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Så dette e allså.. ( tam,ta,ta,taaaaa... ) MIRIAM LODE! Den mest sprudlande personen på denne jord! =) Å eg e sinnsykt gla i na!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Det har seg nemli sånn, at før eg bjynnte på skulen, så kjende eg kje Miriam.. De vil vel sei at eg hadde troffe na en gong før elle noge , når eg va me Dina å me sko te Mona.. Men whatever... Me hang kje i lag så mye i starten - men så plusseli! =) ME BLEI TUPPEN Å LILLEMOR... I følge pianolæreren vårs då, for på GK hadde me same pianolærer... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men Miriam e som sagt bare heilt fantastiske.. Hu har en sånnen knall kanon personlighed - så bare smitte øve på alle andre...  =) Å d e bare knallbra.. For viss eg e leie meg , å Miriam bjynne å le - så e d syyyykt vanskeli å sidda der å ikkje smila... Hu får meg allti i gått humør ijenn! =)  Hu har og en sånnen syge sosiale evne - så d e kje bare meg så kan ha jube samtala me hu her.. =) Hu e så goe å ha - å tar så godt vare på alle rundt seg - å d e en fantastiske egenskab..! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me har som sagt hengt i lag i to år nå - å d komme kje te å slutta her, for å sei d sånn... Eg trur ikkje en gong me har krangla me kverandre ennå.. E d bra eller? =) hehe... Eg e så utroli gla i na! ( Må bare få sei d... ) Hu sprer så mye glede rundt seg, å hu e bare ei så fantastisk goe venninna! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nå har d seg sånn at i dag så fekk me veda at me ska levera inn et religion læringsoppdrag på mandag - noge så ingen va forberedt på.. Å akkuratt som om ikkje d va gale nok , så MÅ me jo jobba to å to... =) Då e d godt eg he Miriam...  =) hehe... D va d så inspirerte meg te å skriva dette litt langa innlegge om Miriam då... =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men eg vett du vett d, for eg he sagt d før.. Men d gjør meg kje noge å sei d fleire gonge: Du e så utruli goe å ha! =) Eg vett ikkje koss eg sko klart meg uden deg! Takk for at du e den du e, for du e rett å slett UNIGE! =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kanon gla i deg Miriam! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ps: Ja, Dina å Tina.. Eg ska skriva to lange innlegg om dåkke og... =) hehe..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-109871512916897791?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/109871512916897791/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=109871512916897791' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109871512916897791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109871512916897791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2004/10/stine-marie-miriam-i-sjokkt-tynnt.html' title='Stine Marie å Miriam i sjokkt å tynnt...  ( Tuppen å Lillemor rett å slett ... )'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-109864993647687091</id><published>2004-10-24T22:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T22:46:40.170+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eg tenke en del... ( Ja, eg gjør faktisk d.. )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/1032034/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1032034_cbb7265e85_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/1032034/"&gt;njb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dette e då d andra innlegge mitt i dag.. Men eg må bare få ud tankane mine.. For eg he faktisk tenkt en del... Koffor har EG d så bra? For eg har d faktisk veldi bra. Bedre en mange andre jaffal... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eg har venna, familie, en plass å bu, eg får driva me de eg lige å driva me - musikk. Dar e jo en del meir, eg konne skreve mange bøge.. For dette konne eg skreve bog om og.. Men.. Mitt poeng i dette, e - fortjene eg å ha d så gått? Av å te så får eg en sånnen syge tvil på d.. Eg tenke jo d, at konne eg jitt noge av d eg hadde te en anner person - så hadde en anner person hatt d litt bedre.. Eg har d faktisk så godt, men koffår fortjene EG å ha d så bra.. Eg tenkte d at d e ganske urettferdi at nogen ska ha d så bra - mens mange mennesker dør kver dag på grunn av dårlige leveforhold. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men nå snakke eg kje bare generellt om folk i andre land så slide, eg tenkte litt på folk i nærmiljøe å rondt meg og eg... For d versta av alt, e igrunnen å se at folk rundt meg slite.. For d e egentli d som e vanskeli å forholda seg te.. Viss du ser på TV at folk i andre land slite - så e d så lett å sei " stakkars de".. Men viss folk rundt deg slide - så slide d å ikkje konna gjør noge for å hjelpa. Å av å te får du sånn sperring at du ikkje klare elle føle du klare å hjelpa.. Eg sko ønska eg va meir frimodige på akkuratt d ponkte der.. D e d eg slide me.. Eg vil så jerna hjelpa alle eg ser så slide. Eg vil ver superwoman.. På en måde...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Derfor kan eg tenka at eg e ganske heldige så har d så godt. Ka e vitsen me å syda fordi mor har kjøpt fint brød i plassen for grovt brød? E DET D STYSTA PROBLEME PÅ DENNE JORD? Nei...  Men koffor ha d sånn at mange slide, mens mange ikkje gidde løfta en fing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Så koffår ....  ? Koffår har akkuratt eg d så godt ? ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-109864993647687091?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/109864993647687091/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=109864993647687091' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109864993647687091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109864993647687091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2004/10/eg-tenke-en-del-ja-eg-gjr-faktisk-d.html' title='Eg tenke en del... ( Ja, eg gjør faktisk d.. )'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-109857071028091759</id><published>2004-10-24T01:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T14:49:21.486+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stine dride på drage... atter en gong.. =/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/931247/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/931247_0f448948b9_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/931247/"&gt;yeah..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ja, for d sjer i grunnen bestandi... D e litt typisk meg å drida meg en del.. Sånn så på vigrest i dag... =) hmm.. Lovsangskvell, va sinnsjugt bra... men drida på drage mitt i d heila... d e bra d? =/ jezz..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sånn uden om d, så har eg fonne ud at den påstannen folk har om meg, at " Stine e så sjenerte.." , den stemme den.. Alle som kjenne meg vett jo at eg e liiide ikkje sjenerte øvefor de... Men ja.. Her e eg på vigrest, en plass langt ud i ingenmannsland... Å snakka me folk, d e farli... =/ yeah.. ( Beklage .. =/ ) jadå.. så sånn e d.. Så eg ska konna inrømma då, at d stemme faktisk..¨ ... Sliiide liiide d eller?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jezz.. D va min kvell... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;En aen ting så eg bare må få sagt ... ( eg seie mye, d he vel folk merka ja.. ) men jaffal: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;EG E SYYYYKT GLA I VENNANE MINE!&lt;/span&gt; De e så utroli fantastiske! Eg konne skreve ei heile bog om de... Kanskje eg ska gjør d en dag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tina, Dina å Miriam går d kje ann å setta or på en gong. For de øvegår d mesta for å sei d sånn! De e så utroli goe å ha! =) Allti e d der for meg.. Uansett om eg e ekstremt gla ( då kan eg ver ei stoooore plaga ) , å om eg e ekstremt sinte å leie ( då e eg ei ennå større plaga ) ... =) Så for å sei d enkelt: DE E FOR GOE TE Å VER SANNE! Å det vil eg bare at de ska veda - at eg ekstremt gla i de! ( De vett d tror eg allså.. Men eg kan kje få sagt d nok! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Å alle andre vennane mine og e bare heilt fantastisk goe... =) Men eg gidde kje skriva om alle.. D e derfor eg seie at eg må skriva ei heile bog... =) YEAH! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Så kom d visst noge litt positivt ud av dette innlegge og te slutt... =) Bra eller? ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-109857071028091759?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/109857071028091759/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=109857071028091759' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109857071028091759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109857071028091759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2004/10/stine-dride-p-drage-atter-en-gong.html' title='Stine dride på drage... atter en gong.. =/'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-109853238684950934</id><published>2004-10-23T13:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T18:02:44.733+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eg e sløtte å treden! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/1009448/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1009448_200ebce273_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/1009448/"&gt;PTig15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ja, for d va nettopp d eg sa te Silje i dag når eg snakkte me henna i telefonien... =) YEAH! Seie d litt eller? Her prøve eg å sei "trøtte å sleden", åsså går bare tongå i krøll... D tar faktisk en del på å gå på skolen å ha så lange dage som i går... He eg fonne ud.. Åsså i tillegg spela en kamp så e " på død å liv" på en måde.. I en hall me et elendi golv? =) Då toppe d alt! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Så eg e allså sløtte å treden... =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sånn ellers så når me sang me kore i går, så sang eg somsagt en sang aleina... Tenkte bare eg sko legga ud teksten på den sangen! D e den mest geniale sangen så går i to sko... =) eller? ... Men jaffal:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Whatcha lookin' for? I'm the one you're lookin' for. Whatcha searchin' for? You don't have to search no further. Give you peace and joy, fill you're life with happynes. Don't you look no more - couse' I'm the one you're lookin for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was searchin' for someone to love me right. Hear me when I cried, keep me late at night. Jesus came, even in my misery. Wipe the tears form my eyes, this is what he said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Whatcha lookin' for....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;L.O.V.E - love, never ment that much to me. Untill I saw his face, I felt amazing grace. But in the midnight hour, when I held my pillow tight, wipe the tears so I could see - this is what he said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Whatcha lookin' for..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-109853238684950934?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/109853238684950934/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=109853238684950934' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109853238684950934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109853238684950934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2004/10/eg-e-sltte-treden.html' title='Eg e sløtte å treden! =)'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-109848141832094381</id><published>2004-10-22T23:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T13:59:02.136+02:00</updated><title type='text'>D swinge d av!  ( LUKAS allså...  )    YEAH! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/946865/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/946865_81eca71d2e_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/946865/"&gt;music25&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me hadde då en fantastisk bra opptreden i dag! =) Å som den "O ' store" dirigenten, så må eg sei at eg blei ganske satt ud.. For eg må sei at disse utroli flotte ungdommane ( for ja.. de e d... eg vil kalla de ungdomma - å kalla meg sjøl en voksen ) ... =) hehe... DE E BARE KANON BRA! =) så folkens så blei oppfordra te å komma, men ikkje va der.. Kan bare trega seg en del for å sei d sånn... =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D heila starta me at "O ' store" meg ijenn, jekk opp forran alle, å sang en sang a capella.. ( å for de så ikkje vett ke de e så... eg tulla... ALLE vett jo ke a capella e?!? ) ... =) ja, så bjynnte kore å swinga... De kom opp på scenen å ga DEEEET showet! =) EG E STOLTE! =) Yeah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Så d va igrunnen min dag... Ette skolen, så kom eg hjem å slappte av.. åsså... NEI! for he eg ( å alle andre som va der me meg ) våre hjemma fra skolen? NEI!? =) Neida... Me va bare på skolen fra i dag mårres, te hall 9 ikveld - for å øva på den evige " dette e et ganske stort irrtasjonsoment..."  ( eg lige d ore... ) MUSIKALEN! Men d va jo greit nok... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men d eg ikkje heilt forstår... Me fikk vida i dag, at d e heeeeeilt utsolgt... Åsså samtidi me dette - så fikk me me oss plakata ( sånne stoooore ) plakata.. For å henga opp?!? .. allså... Kor e hove henn der!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men d va jaffal en rar dag... Så d e sagt... Men nuh - e d kvellen... For i mårå ska eg spela kamp.. D kan jo enna katastrofalt... =) YEAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-109848141832094381?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/109848141832094381/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=109848141832094381' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109848141832094381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109848141832094381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2004/10/d-swinge-d-av-lukas-alls-yeah.html' title='D swinge d av!  ( LUKAS allså...  )    YEAH! =)'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-109836717497518469</id><published>2004-10-21T15:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T16:13:26.626+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Koss kan d ha seg at ALLE ( les: fleirtale.. ) av mine guttevenna - tror at eg komme te å MYSSTA LAPPEN? ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/980397/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/980397_eb0cfdf511_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/980397/"&gt;traktooor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ja, for sånn e d faktisk! =)                                                Eg tror at eg får hørra d fra de kvær gong eg e inne på msn.. Eller får en melling ( for d går og veldi gått an ) å få en melling i hytt å pine...  =) De tror nemli at eg komme te å få eks antall prikka i korte - å myssta lappen!?!...  &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;  EG KJØRE FINT!  =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Andreas sier:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;lappen då? liga blanke å fine uden prikka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ALLSÅ? Ke sjer? Koffår e d så vanskeli å godta at Stine Marie har lappen - å hu KAN kjøra fint? =) Eg bare lure...                                                                                   Å de må for all del bare tru at eg kjøre så en hest... =) hehe.. MEN EG KJØRE ALLSÅ GANSKE FINT! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;YEAH! =)     å siden eg he fonne ud at eg må leva me spørsmål å kommentara på dette ei stonn, så...  &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;KEFFÅR IKKJE BARE HIVA SEG PÅ TRAKTORBØLGÅ ME D SAMA? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Å sånn udenom d så må eg sei at dette være gjør meg så syyykt deprimerte... På en måde... D e kje noge gøy når d blåse katta å regne bare hølje ner...   =/ men då e d gått me har goe venner å gå te...      unsjyll... KJØRA te! =)  ... AHA! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Så ha en fine dag!  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-109836717497518469?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/109836717497518469/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=109836717497518469' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109836717497518469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109836717497518469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2004/10/koss-kan-d-ha-seg-at-alle-les.html' title='Koss kan d ha seg at ALLE ( les: fleirtale.. ) av mine guttevenna - tror at eg komme te å MYSSTA LAPPEN? ...'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-109830565268056823</id><published>2004-10-20T22:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T15:55:27.163+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E Barne - TV bare barnsli? .. Eller , e d rett å slett bare bra? =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/970971/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/970971_e2ce5bcedb_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/970971/"&gt;bp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I dag e d en sånnen " eg gidde absolutt ikkje vær seriøse" dag.. Å de tror eg de fleste som har snakkt me meg i dag, har forstått... ( Eg har forresten masse sånne daga.. ) Kor vidt d e bra elle ikkje går d jo og ann å diskutera.. Men d kan udvikla seg seriøst - å d va kje cluet... =) Så...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BARNE - TV E EN BRA TING? For elle imot? Eg må sei at for min del så e høydepunkte i helgå " Barnas Supershow " på lørdagskvelden! =) ... eller? ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Men eg he fonne ud d ser dåkke, at barne tv nødvendivis ikkje trenge vær så bad... =) eg har nemli hatt et par kvella denne vegå, der eg har passt på Lina.. Å då e barne tv allti løysningå for å få henna te å sidda stillt... Åsså e d det.. At eg trur eg og blir litt betatt av dette barne tv.. For av en elle aen gronn, så slår eg meg te ro framføre barne tv eg og... Å eg LER! =) ( av å te jaffal.. ) For d e egentli ganske genialt... Eg pleie jo veldi lide sidda stillt... =) så barne tv e tingen!? ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dette innlegge av veldi unødvendi...   =) men eg syns d e en bra drøftesag?   eller ikkje? ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Liiide dette trenge et par trixi kommentara?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-109830565268056823?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/109830565268056823/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=109830565268056823' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109830565268056823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109830565268056823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2004/10/e-barne-tv-bare-barnsli-eller-e-d-rett.html' title='E Barne - TV bare barnsli? .. Eller , e d rett å slett bare bra? =)'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-109818904621437410</id><published>2004-10-19T14:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T15:28:24.223+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alt å ingenting onna sama tag...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/946821/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/946821_65da21ff06_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/946821/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never_alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stinemarie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ja, for i dag har eg liiide masse tanka i håve.. Uden å veda ke eg egentli tenke på.. Slide d eller?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I dag klarte eg jaffal komma meg opp - å eg huske at far vekkte meg. ( såvidt , så d e jo litt bra/bedre ) Jess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sånn udenom d, så he meg å Tina blitt veldi populære her rundt i disse traktene.. ME HAR ET STORT TALENT FOR DRAMA.. =) YEAH! hehe.. =) så meg å Tina blir sport i hytt å dynever om me kan gjør forskjellige ting.. Kjempekjekt..! Så d e jo en bra ting.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;LUKA/S:&lt;/span&gt; Me drive jo og dette utruliga LUKA/S! ( Lye Ungdomskor A/S ) for tiene.. Me har sånne fantastiskt flotte ungdomma! Å d syns eg e knallgøy! Me har fortiå en krafti mangel på gutta - så gutta frå all verden e jærtli velkommen! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Me ska faktisk synga nå på fredag - på fredagskvelden på Lye forsamlingshus kl 22.00 =) Bare å komma! Så får me se ke d blir udav d!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Va på klepp nå på Lørdag så va, å eg må bare sei at møte va KNALLKANON bra! =) Dar va ganske mye så greib meg... Å eg kjenne d at eg slide litt av å te når eg har mye å tenka på.. D e liksom sånn at skolen å allt aent tar så mye tid - at eg på en måde legge vekk en veldi stor, vesentli del av meg.. Å d slide litt på meg... For d e virkeli når eg e i lag me andre kristne, å e på møte å sånn i helgene - at eg kjenne at eg e meg sjøl.. Så eg slide veldi me å fokusera på d åndelia i kværdagen... Å eg tror at eg ikkje e aleina om å ha den følelsen, men d e en ekkel følelse fordeom... Eller? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Men Gud e go! Å sjøl om eg har den følelsen - så e d kje grunn te å tvila i d heila, for eg vett innerst inne at han d der for meg uansett! Jezz - d va mitt or for dagen... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-109818904621437410?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/109818904621437410/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=109818904621437410' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109818904621437410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109818904621437410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2004/10/alt-ingenting-onna-sama-tag.html' title='Alt å ingenting onna sama tag...'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-109811293536343433</id><published>2004-10-18T17:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T17:42:18.886+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ke i alle dage? .. e eg lade? ..  "TRØTTA TRYNE"..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/931248/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/931248_279d977ef4_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/931248/"&gt;trommisbais&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dag må eg sei at dagen min starta utroooli bra... =/ eller va d bare en goe ironi? ja...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nei, d har seg sånn at.. D sista eg på en måde huske fra i går, va at eg satt å skreiv innlegge her på bloggen, å snakkte me Tina på msn.. Alt aent e heilt blåst.. Å d e litt ekkelt..? =/ ja..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR - eg kan nemli ikkje huska at eg la meg.. Eg huske heller ikkje at eg stillte klåkkå på hall 7, å at eg skrudde na av i dag tili... Eg huske heller ikkje at far vekkte meg i dag, å heller ikkje at Ingrid vekkte meg i dag.. Eg har visstnok svart Ingrid at: "EG SKA IKKJE PÅ SKOLEN!".. Men at alt e heilt blåst for meg? JA...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Så liiiide eg fekk panikk i dag når eg våkna å kåkkå va 10 øve 8.. Her låg eg i sengå mi, å timen starta om 10 min.. Så på dei 10 minuttå heiv eg på meg kler å sprang i en ekstreme fart te bussen ( så eg nådde akkuratt på hengande håre.. ) - å kom på skulen, stressa som ei høna... Men greit nok d.. En time fravær... =/ EKKELT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;En aen nyhed i dag: NÅR EG FÅR SKRØYD - SÅ BLIR EG SYKT HÅVEN? =/ Ja, men d kan kanskje stemma... Men eg lige kje å vær håven når eg ikkje e klar øve d sjøl... Så eg beklage viss eg e håven... =/ Eg vett d kje sjøl... ( YEAH! Liiiide goe unsjullning??? ) =) neida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-109811293536343433?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/109811293536343433/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=109811293536343433' title='7 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109811293536343433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109811293536343433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2004/10/ke-i-alle-dage-e-eg-lade-trtta-tryne.html' title='Ke i alle dage? .. e eg lade? ..  &quot;TRØTTA TRYNE&quot;..'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-109804705931460096</id><published>2004-10-17T23:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T23:14:14.240+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eg e gla i mi bestemor! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/917868/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/917868_2d5c120eb7_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/917868/"&gt;namm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEAH! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BESTEMOR LAGE DEN BESTE MADEN EVER! =)                      Meir trenge kje eg igronnen sei om denne dagen..  Eg har lekt taxi te Lura..   Jente 16 lage i innebandy sko spela kamp mot Lura - å de måtte eg se!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Så då sto eg opp kl 09.00 i dag, å reiste te Lura me folle bil.. å d va jo show..  =) to hadde jo selfølgeli forsåft seg - så meg måtte langt inn i bygdå for å henta de - før d va motorveien inn te Lura.. Beine veien - å d e jo allti løye...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LYE TABTE...  =) hehe.. men,men.. en gong må vær den fysste og då! eg he jaffal kje stemme ijenn nesten.. eg skreig så mye..  =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jah! Så va d heim å rydda opp heima, før d va strage veien ner te bestemor for å spisa middag... =) Eg kan bare sei halleluja te bestemor sin brune saus.. :D INGEN I HEILE VERDEN LAGE SÅ BRA BRUN SAUS SÅ MI BESTEMOR! =) YEAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men d va godt d... =) så d va min dag.. goe å mette reiste eg heim å jor lekse... ikkje follt så spennane... å nå sidde eg her å vrir håve mitt, for eg komme kje på ke eg ska ha i de to fysste timane i mårå.. e d kjibt eller liiiide? =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-109804705931460096?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/109804705931460096/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=109804705931460096' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109804705931460096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109804705931460096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2004/10/eg-e-gla-i-mi-bestemor.html' title='Eg e gla i mi bestemor! =)'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-109804065973652556</id><published>2004-10-16T21:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T21:38:41.496+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meg å Tina på tur - i GUDS FRIE NATUR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/916056/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/916056_4d4b91a972_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/916056/"&gt;oneway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FANTASTISK! =) D va d jammen.. Me har som sagt musikaløving denne helgå, å i går va me på skolen te kl 21.00 om kvelden.. Å i dag sko me selfølgeli møda opp kl 10.00.. Å det har me gått å klaga øve, for d e jo så tili!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEN - meg å Tina, me e bare goe! Tror du kje me sto opp kl 7.. ( eller.. eg sko jo d.. men sov litt lenger..  dvs te ti på 7 - å va hos Tina et kvarter ettepå ) , så reiste me te Njå skogen - FOR Å GÅ TUR! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meg å Tina? JA, du såg rett! =) å d va jammen en koseligge tur ska eg sei deg..  Menneh.. Eg ville jo gå den korte ronden eg, for eg trudde me kom te å få dårli ti (!)    ....  ( d tror eg allti.. )   men d blei jo sånn at me jekk ei ruta me aldri har gått før - å det va litt domt ( eller igrunnen godt, for me hadde litt godt av d.. ) men me havna jaffal på den langa løypå ( så e på 5 km eller noge sånn.. ) å jekk denne rutå på 45 min.. Dette va en oppfriskande tur allså!                              Me traff til å me folk kl hall 9 en lørdagsmårån! ( for, JA - dette VA en lørdag! )   =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Når me då kom te bilen ijenn - så reiste me te Bryne for å henta Jens å Cecilie, for så å reisa te Kværneland for å henta Miriam før me reiste te skolen... Å denne trioen VA SÅ MÅRÅNGRETNE!  =) kan du forstå d? her hadde de såft en time lenger en åss??  når me va i skogen så låg de å såv - åsså va DE sure?  =)  ( tror meg å Tina hadde godt av den luftå )         &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D va jaffal en koseligge tur! Å d tror eg komme te å bli en flotte suksess de gangene me har helgeøvingar? =) YEAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For kor normalt e d å jogga i skogen for å så gå på skolen i fra 10 te 6 på en LØRDAG? =)          Me e goe me!   OOOH YEEEEAAAAH! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-109804065973652556?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/109804065973652556/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=109804065973652556' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109804065973652556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109804065973652556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2004/10/meg-tina-p-tur-i-guds-frie-natur.html' title='Meg å Tina på tur - i GUDS FRIE NATUR!'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-109804064202898981</id><published>2004-10-15T21:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T21:28:12.290+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Går å tenke på den der dansen.. årh! =/ EG HE GREASE LANGT OPP I HALSEN!! =/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/916066/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/916066_da0a8fc7bb_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/916066/"&gt;grease&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dette e vel d du kan kalla eksteme skoledager? Me drive jo på me denne uendeli lange øvelsen, øve denne skrekkelig lange perioden, på musikalen Grease - å eg ser ikkje nogen ende på det! =/ *GRRR* Et stort irritasjonsmoment, så svirre rundt i håve mitt støtt å stadig? JA! ( men d e jo gøy og... ) =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me e jo ijenn på skolen kvar fredag å øve.. Greit nok d.. Men når me i tillegg har øvingshelger der me e på skolen te 21.00 på fredag, å fra 10.00 - 18.00 på lørdag? Då e d ganske tippeli at d slide.. Samtidig så d e gøy! ( føle d e nødvendi å sei d e gøy.. ) hehe.. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men d komme te å bli utroooooli bra! Å d e faktisk sykt lide billetta ijenn, så viss du vil ha så må du forta deg ner me en gang! =) YEAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-109804064202898981?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/109804064202898981/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=109804064202898981' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109804064202898981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109804064202898981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2004/10/gr-tenke-p-den-der-dansen-rh-eg-he.html' title='Går å tenke på den der dansen.. årh! =/ EG HE GREASE LANGT OPP I HALSEN!! =/'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-109803958211348706</id><published>2004-10-14T20:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T21:27:29.906+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ÆG, eller EG? KAN FOLK BESTEMMA SEG?? =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/916078/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/916078_2ffae42d13_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/916078/"&gt;iceage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ja, så va d te d stora spørsmåle... *tatatata*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EG BLIR SPINN HAKKANE GAL!! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eg e vel ( som de kalle meg på skulen ) "BONDE".. Sjøl om d e så absolutt langt fra sannheden som du kan komma.. Sjøl om eg bor på Lye ( som e navelen av bondelandet ) så e eg liiide bonde forde om...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POENGE MITT? ( jaja.. komme te de.. ) det har seg nemli sånn at vennane mine blei sprø av meg før.. Dette på grunn av at eg skreiv ( å snakka vel å merka ) sykt breie dialekt i følge de.. Meldingen fra meg konne se sånn ud: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hai! Koss går dæ mæ dæg? He du dæ gått? Jær på? Æg sidde å slappe av.. He lide å jær på.." Så du kan trygt sei at d jekk i æ,ø,å te folk spydde.. eller noge? ja.. MEN - så sjedde d noge...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vel å merka så tror eg at eg har blitt ganske påvirka av miljøet å sånn på skolen (!), siden eg går i sandnes.. Men d så eg tror jor utslaget, va når meg å Tina va på Gjøvik i sommer.. På musikkverksted ( anbefales! )... Der va d folk frå heile vårs kjære land, å de stakkars folkå visste kje ke æg, jær osv, betydde...?!? Så stine her måtte legga tvert om... *æsj å fi* =) men derfor snakke eg ( å skrive ) byasdialekt frå tiå.. Føle eg he myssta en del av meg... =) *snufs* LENGE LEVE JÆREN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;men.. de godeste venninnene mine klagte før øve denne her breia dialektå mi... ALLTI fekk eg hørra kor utroli hål å håve d va... MEN - nå har de bjynnt å kryba litt i støve mitt.. ( stakkars de.. ) NÅ SAVNE DE "DEN STYGGA" dialektå mi... =) hu eina venninnå mi, så e mest byas av åss alle - har nå, i håb om at eg ska bjynna å skriva jærsk ijenn, prøvd seg å skriva jærsk ( så blir heilt på tryne ) i mellingane te meg, i den goa troå på at eg ska bli påvirka å skriva jærsk tebage! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SÅ - dilemma? Ke seie dåkk folkens? ÆG eller EG? Det er det store spørsmålet!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-109803958211348706?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/109803958211348706/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=109803958211348706' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109803958211348706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109803958211348706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2004/10/g-eller-eg-kan-folk-bestemma-seg.html' title='ÆG, eller EG? KAN FOLK BESTEMMA SEG?? =)'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744625.post-109802147295339851</id><published>2004-10-13T15:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T21:26:53.440+02:00</updated><title type='text'>OH NO!! BLOGGEBØLGÅ HAR TATT MEG OG!! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/912501/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/912501_73b2dfde54_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48889111933@N01/912501/"&gt;treg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/48889111933@N01/"&gt;stinemarie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ja, eg vett at eg e treige.. Men bere seint enn aldri vil eg då sei.. eller?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Så nå ska eg prøva å få litt gang på denne siå, så tror eg d kan bli jaffal litt bra... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Eg leve et litt stress liv for tiå då, å de slide litt... Så dette e då mi fantastiske tankesia, å allt komme ikkje te å bli liga seriøst... for eg e igrunnen ikkje en person så lige å ver seriøse.. slide det eller? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dette e jo då mitt offisiella håve då... Så får me se ke fornufti så sige ut herøve denne siå då.. Jenstår å sjå... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ha en fine dag videre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;God bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744625-109802147295339851?l=stinemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/109802147295339851/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7744625&amp;postID=109802147295339851' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109802147295339851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744625/posts/default/109802147295339851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinemarie.blogspot.com/2004/10/oh-no-bloggeblg-har-tatt-meg-og.html' title='OH NO!! BLOGGEBØLGÅ HAR TATT MEG OG!! =)'/><author><name>Stine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01206501750597301026</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></feed>
