<?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-3454317</id><updated>2011-11-28T00:37:43.523Z</updated><title type='text'>Vet in practice</title><subtitle type='html'>A veterinarian in Reykjavik, Iceland. Bloggin on life and animals.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-2351325680756245147</id><published>2009-05-02T09:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:26:23.203Z</updated><title type='text'>Animals online</title><summary type='text'>I came across this author today as I was surfing on the web.  I read one of his short stories about a cat that he rescued.  It was heartwarming and inspirational.This is a long weekend here in Iceland, since yesterday was a public holiday.  The first of may is celebrated in many countries as the holiday of the working forces.  The weather was really bad yesterday, and I decided to stay inside </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/2351325680756245147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=2351325680756245147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/2351325680756245147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/2351325680756245147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2009/05/animals-online.html' title='Animals online'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-8593649188153285307</id><published>2009-04-29T20:24:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:37:09.708Z</updated><title type='text'>A short week</title><summary type='text'>On friday we celebrate the holiday of the working forces. This year I think it will be especially important with big numbers of people marching downtown and giving speeches. It is especially the working forces who are feeling the blow of the economic recession.My dogs, however, do not care about the recession. They care about their country walks, toys and food. They love me just the same, even if</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/8593649188153285307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=8593649188153285307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/8593649188153285307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/8593649188153285307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2009/04/short-week.html' title='A short week'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-109983124856431840</id><published>2004-11-07T13:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-07T12:40:48.563Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TravellingJust came back from a course in surgery in Norway.  I love going on trips like this, will definately keep going in the future.  To my surprise I met a classmate from vet school at the course, he was one of the few norwegians I knew back in school.  The course is no 2 in a series of 3 courses in soft tissue surgery.  I have decided that my favorite topics are surgery and behaviour.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/109983124856431840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=109983124856431840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/109983124856431840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/109983124856431840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2004/11/travelling-just-came-back-from-course.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-108005992296586047</id><published>2004-03-23T16:38:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:30:48.725Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LectureAfter a weekend in London I´m going to Birmingham to give a lecture at the british small animal veterinary congress.  My lecture is about my research on the reasons for euthanasia of cats and dogs in Iceland. It´s a little nerve-wrecking to think of speaking in front of all these people I´ve never seen before, and in a foreign language too, but I also think it´s a little bit exciting, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/108005992296586047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=108005992296586047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/108005992296586047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/108005992296586047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2004/03/lecture-after-weekend-in-london-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-107865671879114424</id><published>2004-03-07T10:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:32:27.531Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A new beginningDecided to give this blog thing another go. Will only post once a week, no time for more when you are a busy practitioner. Also I have a family and hobbies to pursue as well. maybe I´ll tell you about some interesting cases or other animal stuff. i might be tempted to talk about personal things as well.  However, I have for the moment simplified things, no guestbook, no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/107865671879114424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=107865671879114424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/107865671879114424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/107865671879114424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2004/03/new-beginning-decided-to-give-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-107217968614192077</id><published>2003-12-23T11:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:32:27.534Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another one of Stina´s quizzes, the only thing I can manage on-line at the moment. I can´t even remember how to link to her page. Can´t remember anything. You are Kermit the Frog.You are reliable, responsible and caring.  And youhave a habit of waving your arms aboutmaniacally.FAVORITE EXPRESSIONS:"Hi ho!" "Yaaay!" and"Sheesh!"FAVORITE MOVIE:"How Green Was My Mother"LAST BOOK READ:"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/107217968614192077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=107217968614192077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/107217968614192077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/107217968614192077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/12/another-one-of-stinas-quizzes-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-107158182245403556</id><published>2003-12-16T13:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:32:27.535Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Famous Leader Are You?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/107158182245403556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=107158182245403556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/107158182245403556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/107158182245403556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/12/what-famous-leader-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-106862899377345910</id><published>2003-11-12T09:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:32:27.537Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GraduationHey! I graduated the other day! I am now a fully certified veterinarian! Weeee...  I shall have to change the name of my blog, but since I haven´t written anything in here for the longest time, noone will know the difference anyway.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/106862899377345910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=106862899377345910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/106862899377345910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/106862899377345910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/11/graduation-hey-i-graduated-other-day-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-106855085409450821</id><published>2003-11-11T11:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:32:27.557Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In life and deathWas feeling philosophical on friday. We had an interesting case, a cat cecarian (that could incidentally have been avoyded had the owners not fed the pill to their pregnant cat, after 2 weeks of forgetting it!). There were 2 kittens, one dead, one lived. Shortly after reviving the baby kitten and putting it under the heat-lamp with it´s still unconcious mother, a client came in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/106855085409450821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=106855085409450821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/106855085409450821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/106855085409450821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/11/in-life-and-death-was-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-105948014156139788</id><published>2003-07-29T12:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:32:27.562Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're a Human!  Inquisitive and mellow, you're anexplorer at heart. What Star Trek Race Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/105948014156139788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=105948014156139788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/105948014156139788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/105948014156139788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/07/youre-human-inquisitive-and-mellow.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-105749376167990404</id><published>2003-07-06T12:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:32:27.566Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You represent... hope.You're quite a daydreamer and can be a hopelessromantic.  You enjoy being creative and don'tmind being alone at times.  You have goals, andknow what you want in life... even if they area little far fetched. What feeling do you represent? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/105749376167990404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=105749376167990404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/105749376167990404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/105749376167990404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/07/you-represent.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-390071716</id><published>2003-06-25T19:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:57.995Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Slaughterhouse 5Today was the first day in my new job.  I hate it already.  The job involves inspecting dead animal bodies at a slaughterhouse in the nearby town of Selfoss.  Mostly it consists of standing on the line, inspecting the carcasses for any sign of infections, such as abcesses (yuk!).  I also take samples to test for salmonella, the most feared bug.  Only a few farms have ever tested</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/390071716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=390071716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/390071716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/390071716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/06/slaughterhouse-5-today-was-first-day-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-94867990</id><published>2003-05-25T19:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:57.998Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night was the night of the eurovision song contest.  In Iceland this is a big thing, everybody gathers to watch (and every year most of the songs are totally lame, this year was no exception).  Iceland first participated in 1986, before that there was no such thing as a eurovision party. People just had parties. The cab driver told us last night that the eurovision night was the biggest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/94867990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=94867990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/94867990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/94867990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/05/last-night-was-night-of-eurovision-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-94280773</id><published>2003-05-13T18:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.001Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Being vetI have been seriously neglecting my blog lately, as I have been very busy writing the last pages of my report, and starting my new job at this veterinary clinic (my picture will be posted there later). The clinic is right in the centre of town, 101 Reykjavík where I grew up. I love the job, and get along fine with my boss (there´s only the two of us working there, so this is absolutely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/94280773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=94280773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/94280773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/94280773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/05/being-vet-i-have-been-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-93522168</id><published>2003-04-30T09:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.004Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Find your inner Smurf!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/93522168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=93522168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/93522168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/93522168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/04/find-your-inner-smurf.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-92933527</id><published>2003-04-20T15:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.008Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vigdís FinnbogadóttirThis information was found on the web page guide to women leaders, but the information can also be found on other sites (I added the boldface).01.08.1980-01.08.1996 President Vigdís Finnbogadóttir, Iceland. In 1972-80 Director of Iceland’s National Theater was the world’s first democratically elected female president. Since 1996 she has been involved in a wide range of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/92933527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=92933527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/92933527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/92933527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/04/vigdis-finnbogadottir-this-information.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-92776061</id><published>2003-04-17T13:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.011Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The countrysideThis afternoon we are leaving on a short, 2 day,  trip to the countryside, where mum &amp; her siblings have an old farm.  My grandparents lived there in the 50´s and 60´s, and when my grandmother died it was handed down to her 11 children, who now own it together.  Some have built summer houses on the grounds, one of my mum´s brothers restored the old house and lives there full time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/92776061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=92776061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/92776061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/92776061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/04/countryside-this-afternoon-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-92421377</id><published>2003-04-11T11:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.015Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Icelandair, our voice to the worldIcelandair´s campaign in the UK these days has posters that read: "Dirty weekend... only in Iceland" (w. pictures of Icelandic women in bikinis in the blue lagoon), "One night stand in Reykjavík", and the latest "free dip in every trip" (picture of a stewardess up to her crotch in the blue lagoon serving champagne to a man in a swimsuit).  What do you people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/92421377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=92421377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/92421377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/92421377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/04/icelandair-our-voice-to-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-92370523</id><published>2003-04-10T17:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.021Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A job!It looks like I have finally landed a job at a small animal clinic here in Reykjavík.  I couldn´t believe it at first, so I didn´t talk about it too much, I was afraid to jinx it if I did.  I am supposed to start working on a trial basis in early may, after I turn in my thesis.  To my surprise the practice owner called me yesterday to ask if they could put an ad in the TV guide´s easter </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/92370523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=92370523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/92370523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/92370523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/04/job-it-looks-like-i-have-finally-landed.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-92042122</id><published>2003-04-05T15:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.025Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The writer in meI have a novel growing inside my head. The main character is becoming almost like a friend of mine and is begging that her story be written down. So far I have not responded to her wishes.  Maybe I´ll "come out of the closet" as a writer someday, who knows. At the moment I´m too practical to even consider writing. I think I may take it up as a hobby after I graduate from vet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/92042122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=92042122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/92042122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/92042122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/04/writer-in-me-i-have-novel-growing.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-91836130</id><published>2003-04-02T11:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.027Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am a feministIn my mind a feminist is someone who recognises that there are gender discriminations in our society, and is willing to do something about it.  There is a need to educate a large part of our society about feminism and feminists.  No, we are not ugly women who envy beauty queens and porn stars.  No, we do not burn our bras when we have meetings.  No, we do not hate men, nor are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/91836130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=91836130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/91836130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/91836130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/04/i-am-feminist-in-my-mind-feminist-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-91734382</id><published>2003-03-31T22:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.030Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No more slaughterhouseToday was my last day at the slaughterhouse, and I can´t say I was sad to leave...  I was offered more work there, but turned it down.  I´m looking forward to concentrating on getting my thesis finished, it is no. 1 priority now.  After that who knows.  I have applied for a job in practice here in Reykjavík, but I don´t know if I´ll get it.  I have been offered a research </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/91734382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=91734382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/91734382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/91734382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/03/no-more-slaughterhouse-today-was-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-91547288</id><published>2003-03-28T14:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.033Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How to be hot in Iceland (the country) This link was on my friendStína´s blog.  I always find it fascinating to hear what impression foreigners get of the country and it´s inhabitants.  I guess we all like to think we´re special.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/91547288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=91547288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/91547288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/91547288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/03/how-to-be-hot-in-iceland-country-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-91493685</id><published>2003-03-27T18:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.037Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My favorite artistAt the moment is American painter Georgia O´Keefe.  I saw an exhibition of her work in the Loisiana museum in Denmark a couple of years ago, and it made a big impression on me.  I especially like the blown up/zoomed flower pictures and the desert findings.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/91493685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=91493685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/91493685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/91493685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/03/my-favorite-artist-at-moment-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-90765160</id><published>2003-03-15T16:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.040Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The feminist association of IcelandWas present last night, and became a founding member of the feminist association in Iceland.  It is about time that we bring new life to the issues of gender discrimination in our society.  Afterwards I went to a coffee shop with my friend Herdís, and her 16 year old sister who joined us at the meeting.  It was inspirational and fun to talk to a teenage girl, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/90765160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=90765160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/90765160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/90765160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/03/feminist-association-of-iceland-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-90764847</id><published>2003-03-15T15:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.043Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How to make bathroom slippers out of Maxi padsThis had me in fits.  Just goes to show how much creativity people have!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/90764847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=90764847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/90764847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/90764847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/03/how-to-make-bathroom-slippers-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-90713296</id><published>2003-03-14T15:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.047Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rantingsI just realised that I haven´t posted anything for 10 days.  I had an accident at the slaughterhouse last tuesday, a rack fell on my face (actually it was my own damned fault), I got a nice bruise on my cheek and a small cut as well.  It wasn´t that bad really, so I continued working with a big band-aid on my cheek (of course they don´t have any small ones!).  By the evening I had a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/90713296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=90713296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/90713296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/90713296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/03/rantings-i-just-realised-that-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-90126059</id><published>2003-03-04T19:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.155Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I´m so tiredFortunately I´m only working this god awful job two days a week for a month.  Today was the second day this week and I´m home, I desperately need a shower, but I´m too tired at the moment to move from this chair.  I wish I had a bath so I could soak for an hour in lovely warm water &amp; bubbles.  The next place I live needs to have a bathtub!  I have to drag myself to the citchen to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/90126059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=90126059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/90126059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/90126059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/03/im-so-tired-fortunately-im-only-working.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-89925955</id><published>2003-02-28T22:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.158Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dog trainingThe puppy is fully toilet trained at last, it did take longer than we expected, but we can only blame ourselves for not being more alert.  Especially during the weekends when the scedule is off, one tends to get lazy and not take her out as often as during the week.  Dogs certainly are creatures of habit and they don´t understand the difference between monday and saturday!  We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/89925955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=89925955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/89925955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/89925955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/02/dog-training-puppy-is-fully-toilet.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-89426759</id><published>2003-02-20T11:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.161Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have a laughDracula dies and he went to the Pearly Gates to meet God. God refused to let Dracula in because of all the sins that he had done going around sucking blood &amp; killing. "I'll give you a chance to redeem your sins", said God "I'll send you back to earth, but not in a human form.You can be reincarnated into any other living things of your choice. So, what would you like to be?" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/89426759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=89426759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/89426759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/89426759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/02/have-laugh-dracula-dies-and-he-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-89184970</id><published>2003-02-16T13:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.163Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where is my muse?Have not been feeling very inspired in the last few days, hence the lack of witty (? :-) posts in the past week. Had a wonderful time last night, when a couple of friends came over to watch the first episodes of "sex and the city", before the national Eurovision song contest (to determine which song should compete on Iceland´s behalf in Riga, Lettland in may.  I´m pretty happy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/89184970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=89184970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/89184970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/89184970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/02/where-is-my-muse-have-not-been-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-89184745</id><published>2003-02-16T13:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.166Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yellows are the most fun-loving, free-spirited,energetic, and childlike personalities in theaura spectrum. Yellows are wonderful,sensitive, optimistic beings, whose lifepurpose is to bring joy to people, to have fun,and to help heal the planet. What Is Your True Aura Colour? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/89184745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=89184745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/89184745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/89184745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/02/yellows-are-most-fun-loving-free.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-89090454</id><published>2003-02-14T13:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.169Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PolydactilyThis is a funny word! It means "many digits", and refers to the phenomenon when animals (remember that humans are animals too!) have more than the usual 5 digits. My puppy, Snotra the cute one, has double dewclaws on her hind legs, making her legs look really funny, especially when viewed from behind! This trait is actually a breed standard for the icelandic sheepdog. Some breeds of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/89090454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=89090454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/89090454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/89090454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/02/polydactily-this-is-funny-word-it-means.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-88844180</id><published>2003-02-10T11:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.172Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PartyStína´s birthday party friday night was a success, we all had lotsa fun and she definately liked the present.  I made her a denim handbag with a purple fake snakeskin border, and a small coin purse to match (from leftover fake snakeskin). I wish I could post a picture, I´m very happy with the way they turned out. Saturday we slept ´till noon (this is usually not possible, so we enjoyed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/88844180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=88844180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/88844180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/88844180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/02/party-stinas-birthday-party-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-88700076</id><published>2003-02-07T11:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.177Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why do people euthanise their pets?Yesterday I promised to caugh up the answer, so here it is. Jeff, was on the right track regarding the dogs. About half af the dog euthanasias are because of old age or disease. But a disturbing finding is that almost every fourth dog (23%) is euthanised because of behavioral problems! These are treatable in most cases, but need work. The cats are a different </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/88700076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=88700076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/88700076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/88700076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/02/why-do-people-euthanise-their-pets.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-88699600</id><published>2003-02-07T11:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.180Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How am I feeling?Balanced. You accept your emotions as normal andare not overly happy nor depressed. You areemotionally balanced and should find peace inthe way you deal with life situations. Youremotions are normal and well understood. Yousee the light in the dark. How Emotional Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/88699600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=88699600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/88699600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/88699600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/02/how-am-i-feeling-balanced.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-88699426</id><published>2003-02-07T11:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.184Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let it snowIt´s snowing outside, beatiful, large, flaky chrystals of snow. And I feel drunk from the new caugh syrup the doctor gave me...  In future I will not take it in the morning... I don´t feel so good today, after four weeks of caughing night and day, and this week I have a cold too. I have been feeling very warm for the last couple of days, but refuse to admit sickness, as I have a big </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/88699426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=88699426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/88699426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/88699426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/02/let-it-snow-its-snowing-outside.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-88643899</id><published>2003-02-06T12:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.198Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CraftsI haven´t done any crocheting for a while, however I have been sewing some, got the bug after making my sister that bag for christmas. I bought some fabric for a bag for myself, but haven´t started it yet. I want to make the design myself too, will have to think some more before cutting the fabric, it is some pretty expensive velvet... I have also taken up knitting again, after finding an</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/88643899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=88643899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/88643899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/88643899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/02/crafts-i-havent-done-any-crocheting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-88592065</id><published>2003-02-05T15:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.200Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Caugh, caughI have been caughing non-stop for almost 4 weeks now. Finally gave in and saw a doctor this morning to get me some prescription caugh syrup, the kind that makes you unable to operate heavy machinery... I have been having trouble sleeping because of the caughing, after drinking some of the codein/morfine solution I should sleep like a baby from now on...Ain´t that the truthFrom </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/88592065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=88592065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/88592065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/88592065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/02/caugh-caugh-i-have-been-caughing-non.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-88465259</id><published>2003-02-03T10:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.203Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My weekendI went to see a play on saturday night, with my friend. It was a monologue about the stress of a modern, working mom´s day. It was hilarious, so many things reminding me of my own life. The actress and writer, Björk Jakobsdóttir, has sold the rights to several countries, including the USA, so more people will get to see it, the play´s called "Sellofon", after advice she read in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/88465259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=88465259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/88465259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/88465259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/02/my-weekend-i-went-to-see-play-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-88337806</id><published>2003-01-31T18:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.206Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Diarrhea, ta ra ra, Diarrhea, ta ra raPuppy girl had the runs yesterday. Probably a result of the change in environment and diet. She didn´t eat a lot and was rather off last night. Even with the runny stool she only had one accident on the floor, everything else deposited in the back-yard. Things are looking good in that department, at least. This morning she was a lot perkier, and ate a full </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/88337806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=88337806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/88337806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/88337806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/01/diarrhea-ta-ra-ra-diarrhea-ta-ra-ra.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-88262036</id><published>2003-01-30T11:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.209Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love animalsThis is rather unnerving.Well, after reading this I will not be offering IAMS food to my pets or selling their products in my clinic. Proctor &amp; gamble, the company that produces IAMS is also the world´s biggest manufactuor of cosmetics and household cleaning products (Max Factor, Pampers, Ariel and many more). They use animal testing for almost all their products, at an estimated</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/88262036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=88262036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/88262036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/88262036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/01/i-love-animals-this-is-rather-unnerving.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-88231641</id><published>2003-01-29T22:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.212Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FootballMy son started football practice today (that´s soccer to you americans).  He´s rehersing with the local football club "Viking" (what else?).Today was busy, there was no school, they had some kind of organizing to do. So there was a lot of him going outside to play and coming in every five minutes to ask when football practice starts (it started at a quarter to ten in the morning, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/88231641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=88231641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/88231641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/88231641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/01/football-my-son-started-football.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-88156517</id><published>2003-01-28T14:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.214Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cats and dogsThe cats are beginning to lighten up, but poor Sómi is having a hard time with accepting our newests member of the family. The cats are barely out of kittenhood themselves, so they should adapt quickly.It´s really hilarious to watch them with her. Fróði is very curious about her, and is coming closer every day, he steps up to inspect her when she falls asleep on the floor. When </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/88156517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=88156517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/88156517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/88156517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/01/cats-and-dogs-cats-are-beginning-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-88156499</id><published>2003-01-28T14:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.217Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Where Did Your Soul Originate? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/88156499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=88156499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/88156499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/88156499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/01/where-did-your-soul-originate-brought.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-88148274</id><published>2003-01-28T10:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.219Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poop scoop...I just cleaned up the second poop-accident. I was too slow to take her to the garden after brekfast, I was hoping she would last until my son had finished his. She couldn´t. I didn´t see her do it, so there was no point in telling her off. However, I think that it´s pretty good that there have only been two such, in three days. Most of the time she goes in the garden. There have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/88148274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=88148274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/88148274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/88148274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/01/poop-scoop.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-88089068</id><published>2003-01-27T09:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.222Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Toilet trainingSo far we have only had one poop accident in the house, otherwise it´s been deposited in the garden. For me this means that toilet training is coming along nicely.  Last time we had a dog was our first time, and I definately think we learnt a lesson in doggy upbringing. Last time we made all the mistakes, this time it´s gonna be right!We have only heard the dog bark a couple of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/88089068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=88089068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/88089068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/88089068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/01/toilet-training-so-far-we-have-only-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-88043916</id><published>2003-01-26T11:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.225Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PuppyBig news today. We have been talking about getting a puppy again for a few weeks, and yesterday we did it! We saw an ad in the newspaper for some Icelandic sheepdog puppies for sale in a small town near Reykjavík. So we took a little trip in the afternoon and chose a redish colored little bitch from the remaining 3 puppies. We decided on the name Snotra, which means pretty in Icelandic, a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/88043916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=88043916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/88043916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/88043916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/01/puppy-big-news-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-87911192</id><published>2003-01-23T18:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.241Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SnowAt last we have snow in Reykjavík, Iceland. This may come as a surprise to some of you, but this winter has not been like a winter at all here, at 66° north, until a few days ago. Today we had wet snow, the most perfect kind to make a snowman. My son made one in our garden, I helped putting him together, we didn´t have a carrot, so he has a cellery nose... I hope he will still be there in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/87911192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=87911192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/87911192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/87911192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/01/snow-at-last-we-have-snow-in-reykjavik.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-87841150</id><published>2003-01-22T14:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.243Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Try this link: random blog redirect. Addictive</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/87841150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=87841150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/87841150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/87841150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/01/try-this-link-random-blog-redirect.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-87803831</id><published>2003-01-21T21:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:34:58.246Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The wonderful world of...I haven´t talked about vet med in my blog for a while now. I guess the paper is not so much fun to talk about...  I have not done any veterinary work to speak of since I was at Höfn in november. Only this one time, a couple of weeks ago, when my sister in-law asked me to check on one of their horses that had conjuctivitis. This condition is very frustrating to treat, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/87803831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3454317&amp;postID=87803831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/87803831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/87803831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/2003/01/wonderful-world-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-87722178</id><published>2003-01-20T10:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-20T10:54:09.253Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And now for something completely different...1. Two vultures board an aeroplane, each carrying two dead raccoons. The flight attendant looks at them and says, "I'm sorry, gentlemen, only one carrion allowedper passenger."2. Two boll weevils grew up in South Carolina. One went to Hollywood and became a famous actor. The other stayed behind in the cotton fields and never amounted to much. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/87722178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/87722178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/87722178'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-87720594</id><published>2003-01-20T09:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-21T21:57:58.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE WORLD IS GOING TO END!This is rather alarming...Link courtesy of Hafdís</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/87720594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/87720594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/87720594'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-87648319</id><published>2003-01-18T19:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-18T19:43:41.123Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Humoris very imortant in life. I think one of the reasons my husband and I have managed to stay together for so long (almost 12 years) is that we can always make each other laugh. The other day we were discussing hosehold chores. I said "You know I don´t like housework, I think you should do everything, I´ll just do the things I like, like making bread and sewing""What do you mean, I only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/87648319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/87648319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/87648319'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-87468700</id><published>2003-01-15T10:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-15T10:41:11.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just finished reading a swedish feminist book my friend Erna lent to me the other day. I think the book´s name translates as "pussy willow" or something like that.  All the authors are young women, and they talk openly about the injustices our sex must endure.  For example, who hasn´t heard a girl or a woman referred to as "slut" if she has had more than one sexual partner (even if it´s not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/87468700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/87468700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/87468700'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-87304174</id><published>2003-01-12T13:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-12T13:47:33.320Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Radio GagaI called a radio station the other day for the first time since I was a teenager. They had a quiz where they played the first 10 seconds from a song and listeners could call in the right answer and win a prize. I have no idea what the prize was, I just had to call ´cauze I knew exactly what song it was. Naturally there was no answer, and I got quite worked up when other listeners got </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/87304174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/87304174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/87304174'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-87263910</id><published>2003-01-11T14:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-11T14:37:32.096Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lyrics to "Video" by India ArieSometimes I shave my legs and sometimes I don'tSometimes I comb my hair and sometimes I won'tDepend on how the wind blows I might even paint my toesIt really just depends on whatever feels good in my soulI'm not the average girl from your videoand I ain't built like a supermodelBut, I Learned to love myself unconditionallyBecause I am a queenI'm not the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/87263910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/87263910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/87263910'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-87162467</id><published>2003-01-09T12:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-09T13:09:56.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EggsDo you ever wonder where your eggs come from? Check out these sites from the Australian RSPCA, the british chicken rescue, as well as the canadian Vancouver humane society...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/87162467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/87162467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/87162467'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-87134375</id><published>2003-01-08T23:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-08T23:04:05.360Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just got a brand new diary from the Icelandic Veterinary Association with my name inscribed on the cover, how cool. I almost feel like a real vet... I have started serious work on my thesis. I have quit all other activities from 9-4 and started going to the library in the morning as if I were going to work, which I kinda am. So far so good, got some feedback from my teachers and feel more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/87134375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/87134375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/87134375'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-87078285</id><published>2003-01-07T21:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-07T21:51:34.300Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Frodo and SamI feel compelled to tell you about my kittens. Their names are Fróði and Sómi, Fróði is named after one of our earlier cats and Sómi after the cat that moved in with my parents in-law from across the street and lived to the ripe old age of 17, helped by a generous diet topped with raw meat, fish, shrimp and lobster, provided by my late father in-law, who was a great animal lover. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/87078285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/87078285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/87078285'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-87029280</id><published>2003-01-06T23:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-06T23:22:44.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to be continued..., Ása Ólafsdóttir is one of the artists. In my opinion she is very talented and her work appeals to me, probably because I like doing it myself, she mostly does needlework (cross stitch), but also some picture weaving and painting. She dyes all the yarn herself and her work is like painting with thread on canvas. There was an aspect of the show that intrigued me, they had a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/87029280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/87029280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/87029280'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-87028651</id><published>2003-01-06T23:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-06T23:06:50.343Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Art exhibitionYesterday I went to an art exhibition, called Samspil, in Hafnarborg, Hafnarfjörður. My dad´s girlfriend, Ása Ólafsdóttir is one of the artists and in my opinion she is very talented. She does mostly weaving and needlework (cross stitch), and dyes all the yarn herself. Her work is like painting with threads on canvas.  The other women did different kinds of work, but I don´t have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/87028651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/87028651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/87028651'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-87000209</id><published>2003-01-06T09:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-06T10:16:02.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lord of the RingsI saw LOTR II on saturday, I think director Peter Jackson has done a good job on this ambitious project. However, the movies are not quite as spectacular as the ones playing in my head when I read the books... I have been a fan of the books for many years, ever since they were published in icelandic. I was always going to read them in english, but never got around to it, then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/87000209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/87000209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/87000209'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-86977501</id><published>2003-01-05T23:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-05T23:03:33.790Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At last the holidays are over, the thirteenth and last day of Christmas (at least that´s the tradition here in Iceland, don´t ask me why) is tomorrow, back to school for my son and back to writing my d/&amp;$# report for me. Hubby started working last thursday. He has decided to go back to school, to become a master of his trade, auto mechanics. Here in Iceland (probably it´s the same in most </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/86977501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/86977501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/86977501'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-86716517</id><published>2002-12-30T23:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-30T23:32:02.040Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whew, half-way through the holidays (yes, only half way, we still have the New Years Eve stuffing our stomachs to do). Christmas came as usual, and nothing was finished as usual... But after having survived years of having exams either before or after christmas every year, and cramming all the Christmas preparations on the day before, still managing to have a peaceful time when the moment came, I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/86716517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/86716517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/86716517'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-86552241</id><published>2002-12-26T16:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-26T16:44:16.076Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Merry Christmas everyone!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/86552241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/86552241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/86552241'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-86552139</id><published>2002-12-26T16:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-26T16:41:18.636Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Which Ultimate Beautiful Woman are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/86552139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/86552139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/86552139'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-86362067</id><published>2002-12-21T15:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-21T15:37:01.586Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In sickness...I am sick as a dog today. Went out on the raz last night with Íris and Herdís, Stína was sick and Erna stood us up, shame on her! It was a lot of fun, and no I´m not sick ´cause I drank too much, I didn´t have a chance too. We were talking and having fun and after a couple of hours I started getting stomach cramps. I ignored them for a while, but at half past 12 I also felt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/86362067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/86362067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/86362067'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-86312902</id><published>2002-12-20T10:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-20T10:24:35.973Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My wonderful computer... just got back from the dealers and is now sporting the brand new mac os x system. I love it! I have no idea how to work it yet, but it only took me ten minutes to get hooked up to the internet, so how hard can it be? Macs are so cool, PC´s always look gray and dull. The new mac´s at the store looked so cool, like some fantasy space equipment from MIB V or something. Bill</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/86312902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/86312902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/86312902'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-86100295</id><published>2002-12-16T08:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-16T08:51:18.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> ""Which cocktail are you?"" brought to you by Quizillacourtesy of Stína</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/86100295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/86100295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/86100295'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-85914793</id><published>2002-12-12T22:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-12T22:26:39.803Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ChristmasChristmas is around the corner, I am planning to make most of the presents myself this year, as I may have mentioned earlier. I have to send some of them overseas, so I better get sewing then. I finished the one for mum yesterday, making one for her hubby and my little sister tomorrow, must send them asap as they all live in Denmark. My aunt in California will hopefully get hers before</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/85914793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/85914793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/85914793'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-85722823</id><published>2002-12-09T11:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-09T11:51:16.943Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been so busy lately, in fact I still can´t see rest ahead.  I am now back to working every morning in my dad´s firm, and three times a week I soak in the blue lagoon after lunch with my fellow sufferers.  This leaves two afternoons a week plus weekends to work on my paper, which is coming along slowly on account that I am always tyred when working on it.  Since my husband usually works </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/85722823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/85722823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/85722823'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-85722560</id><published>2002-12-09T11:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-09T11:40:45.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Counter bluesI put in a counter on my site today. OMG the zeros look big! I almost regret doing this. We´ll see if anything starts ticking if I get busy writing stuff here...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/85722560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/85722560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/85722560'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-85101310</id><published>2002-11-26T09:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-11-26T09:55:45.900Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some thoughts on today´s farmingThere are drawbacks to old-fashioned farming though, the biggest one I think is that a lot of the farmers don´t see themselves as food-producers. They are in it for themselves and they think it is nobody elses business how they run their farm. Most farmers that I have seen here do a good job though, but there are some black sheep that don´t care for their animals </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/85101310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/85101310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/85101310'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-85020932</id><published>2002-11-24T21:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-11-24T21:32:52.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Double districtAs of friday I am now serving two districts as the vet in the district west of here, Kirkjubæjarklaustur, went abroad for the weekend when he heard I was coming... As fate would have it all the cows in his district fell ill just after he left, so I had to make a trip over there on friday to see some cows, a couple with ketosis and one w. mastitis.  It was a beautiful day on friday</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/85020932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/85020932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/85020932'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-84889695</id><published>2002-11-21T21:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-11-21T21:55:57.083Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Playing vet...An unexpected turn of events lately. I am now at Höfn in Hornafjörður, in south-east Iceland, serving as district veterinarian.  A call came in a few days ago, from the ministry of agriculture. They were in desperate need of a releaf veterinarian here as the one who serves here had to have an operation on his back a couple of days ago.  They were apparently desperate enough to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/84889695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/84889695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/84889695'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-83818276</id><published>2002-10-31T11:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-10-31T11:06:27.656Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a theory as to why all the supermodels are so thin and this in turn sets the "standard" for how women in general are supposed to look to be conceved as beautiful.  The designers that set these trends are most often gay men, and they want the models to look like boys (straight legs, no ass, no breasts)!?  This idea is so ingraved in the mind of today´s women that most uf us don´t even stop </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/83818276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/83818276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/83818276'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-83818108</id><published>2002-10-31T10:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-10-31T10:59:21.146Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Peanuts Character Are You Quiz</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/83818108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/83818108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/83818108'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-83305693</id><published>2002-10-21T17:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-10-21T17:22:49.813Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I sit by my computer I often look out the bedroom window behind the desk.  In the house across from it there is an empty loft, sometimes I see people working there, probably wanting to add a room to their apartment downstairs.  I wonder who are these people?  What do they do in their apartment downstairs, what are their families like? Is there a black sheep in the family, maybe someone with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/83305693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/83305693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/83305693'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-83290133</id><published>2002-10-21T10:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-10-21T17:24:46.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a word on laziness...My washing machine is leaking.  Every time I do the laundry I am reminded of this fact by a small puddle of water in front of the machine.  This has been going on for about 3 months.  About once a week my husband and I remind each other that it really should be fixed, but somehow it never seems to get done.  In my husband´s defence it must be said that at one time he opened </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/83290133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/83290133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/83290133'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-83290071</id><published>2002-10-21T09:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-10-21T09:59:07.146Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To boost the readings:You Are A Romantic Kisser!You'll only kiss if the mood is right and if you think you are falling in love.Some may say you're old fashioned, but when you kiss, you see stars!One kiss from you, and anyone will be hooked forever.How Do *You* Kiss?More Great Quizzes from Quiz DivaWhat's *Your* Sex Sign?More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/83290071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/83290071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/83290071'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-83083325</id><published>2002-10-16T22:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-10-16T22:00:44.603Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This morning was spent frantically searching for my swim-suit as I was going to go to the Blue Lagoon, as recommended by my dermatologist.  Didn´t find it and ended up spending 2 hrs. searching for a new one for a reasonable price (to me, 50$+ for a swimsuit is not reasonable).  Ended up paying almost 40$ for it since I ran out of patience.  In the end I decided the Blue Lagoon can wait ´till </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/83083325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/83083325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/83083325'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-83016620</id><published>2002-10-15T15:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-10-15T15:10:39.536Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> What's Your Magic Power? brought to you by QuizillaI wish! Being a vet would be so much easier if they could just tell me what´s wrong! Or maybe maybe my day would be filled with "oh, no please don´t do it, I love my testicles!"? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/83016620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/83016620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/83016620'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-83015115</id><published>2002-10-15T14:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-10-15T14:35:10.900Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In sickness...My son is all better, it turned out to be a two day flu, and I got my appetite back by sunday evening, which was just as well, since my hubby decided to cook up one of his gorgeous meals.  We invited Erna for dinner, my darling is helping her find her first car.  We went for a test drive in one, then decided the price wasn´t right.  I´m pretty sure my man will find one before the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/83015115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/83015115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/83015115'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-82920448</id><published>2002-10-13T14:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-10-13T14:14:11.626Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was the day of the hangover from hell. We went out friday with my husband´s workmates.  It was octoberfest (german beer festival) with food und alles, sauerkraut und schweineschanken. The food was surprisingly good, I have mixed feelings for german food.  There were some stand-up comedians and a german band, complete with yodeling.  There were not actually a lot of people there, but we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/82920448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/82920448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/82920448'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-82801036</id><published>2002-10-10T18:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-10-10T18:00:12.676Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MoviesMy absolute favorite movie of all time is "Unbearable lightness of being", made after the book by Milan Kundera of the same title.  The worst movies I have ever seen are David Lynch´s Mulholland Drive (I wish I could sue him to get back the two hours of my life I wasted watching this crap!) and From Dusk till Dawn. I have to admit that as I get older I find myself liking the Hollywood </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/82801036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/82801036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/82801036'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-82800821</id><published>2002-10-10T17:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-10-10T18:02:11.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>on the joys of studying...My paper is now only 8 pages long (pure text, no graphs or pictures), however I stil haven´t started the statistical analysis of the data, so this is just the complementary bullshit, I can see that it can easily grow to 100.  When I asked my instructor how many pages he wanted, he said the average is somewhere between 10 and 100, but he wants it closer to 10, otherwise </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/82800821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/82800821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/82800821'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-82789135</id><published>2002-10-10T13:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-10-10T18:02:58.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Castrate the kittiesI have decided to castrate my cats a.s.a.p. since Sómi ran away for a day, that´ll teach ´em to stay at home!  Sómi is named after a cat my in-laws had for years, and Fróði is named after our first cat.  Incidentally their names are identical with the icelandic version of Sam and Frodo from Lord of the Rings, so they are sometimes called Sam Gambit and Frodo Baggins.  Tolkien</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/82789135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/82789135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/82789135'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-82735317</id><published>2002-10-09T11:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-10-10T18:04:28.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Icelandic jeep safariLast saturday we went on a jeep-tour organized Iceland´s biggest Nissan/Subaru dealer, Ingvar Helgason.  I hope they´ll put pictures from the tour on their website soon.  We have a ´96 model Nissan Patrol (I believe they call it Pathfinder in the US of A), that my husband has been altering for tours on the highlands.  We still need to save some money to buy the 35" tires we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/82735317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/82735317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/82735317'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-82699616</id><published>2002-10-08T18:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-10-08T18:39:21.293Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The cat is found!  My son found him wondering on the other side of the road, he is unharmed.  The door is now closed with two kitties safely inside.  I will have to neuter them soon, maybe he was chasing after a girl, or he heard rumors of the impending surgery...Well.  must.  make.  dinner.  stop</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/82699616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/82699616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/82699616'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-82687304</id><published>2002-10-08T13:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-10-08T13:42:24.340Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have now called the major vet clinics in town and the cat rescue, no news yet, sure hope no news is good news.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/82687304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/82687304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/82687304'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-82684563</id><published>2002-10-08T12:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-10-08T12:18:49.306Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of our kittens (we have two) has been lost since yesterday.  We are still hopeful that it will show up sometime soon, but also worry that something terrible might have happened.  I try to be brave, it has a collar with a name tag on, so if it were run over by a car or something, people would call me, right?  Unfortunately there is no way of knowing what people will do.  This afternoon I will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/82684563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/82684563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/82684563'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-82684443</id><published>2002-10-08T12:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-10-08T12:33:11.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, Stína was a big help, and I am on my way to becoming a real blogger.  This sucks up a lot of time and energy though, I feel guilty every minute, since I am supposed to be studying.  Oh, well, just a few more minutes of trying to figure out colour codes, borders and the like, before I head to the library to study.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/82684443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/82684443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/82684443'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-82643648</id><published>2002-10-07T16:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-10-07T17:14:21.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am back in Iceland.  Actually I left USA in june, I was just too lazy to blog.  I have decided to broaden my world of blogging and have made my friend Stína promise to help me set it up.This summer was mostly spent studying for an exam I had to take in Denmark in august and spending some quality time with my husband and son who missed me terribly while I was away for 3 whole months.  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/82643648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/82643648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/82643648'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-78007983</id><published>2002-06-21T03:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-06-21T03:11:19.113Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to San Fran last sunday to return Max the poodle to his rightful owners, then went shopping with my aunt, was going to find a nice professional suit, every professional woman must have one I think. Anyway couldn't find excactly what I wanted, funny how the stores never seem to have that excact thing I have in my head... I hate shopping for clothes... Ended up in the GAP for kids buyng </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/78007983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/78007983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/78007983'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-77679280</id><published>2002-06-13T02:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-06-13T02:15:59.836Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I share my bed with a handsome, black, one-eyed male called George. George is one of my aunt´s three cats, seems to have taken a liking to me, or maybe I´m just sleeping in his bed... Another temporary member of this household is Max the poodle. He is a strange dog, does not respond to any commands, apparently his owners did not deem it neccessary to train him at all and carry him everywhere. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/77679280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/77679280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/77679280'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-77404866</id><published>2002-06-06T04:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-06-06T04:06:08.873Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, my first post in weeks. Survived 4 weeks of internal medicine at UC Davis vet school. Most days spent frantically running around trying to finish everything in time, 12-16 hours every day. Managed to get most weekends off though, amazingly. The whole stay was very educational, no regrets. The weekend after I finished was memorial day weekend, and I went to San Fransisco. I stayed with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/77404866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/77404866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/77404866'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-76055967</id><published>2002-05-01T22:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-05-01T22:45:47.886Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My first week of medicine is going well so far. Monday I was cautious and only took one case. It was a kidney patient and I got to do cystocentesis! For those not fluent in the language of medicine, this involves poking a needle in the dogs abdomen to obtain a sterile urine sample... and I got it in first try! Vaguely remember trying to do this with Anna on an obese little dog back in Denmark and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/76055967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/76055967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/76055967'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-75928144</id><published>2002-04-28T16:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-04-28T16:50:37.633Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sunnudagsmorgunn og litli sjuklingurinn minn er farin heim med pobbunum sinum (hun a tvo). Frjals! eda thannig, nu verd eg ad fara heim og lesa fyrir morgundaginn. Gisli hringir i mig i dag, vid tolum alltaf saman i simann a sunnudogum. Verd ad vera komin heim fyrir hadegi. Er ad stelast til ad lesa skaldsogu med naminu, skamm, skamm. Bokin heitir "Corellis mandolin", man ekki nafn hofundar, thad</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/75928144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/75928144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/75928144'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454317.post-75913808</id><published>2002-04-28T03:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-04-28T16:46:00.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it's saturday night and I still have my little volenteer patient in the hospital. doh. She is very sweet though, a little wire haired fox terrier, I think I would like to have a dog like that sometime. Later when I have my own house and can start collecting animals again.Had some fun yesterday, went out to dinner with a couple of girls from school. Sushi - again! This time I was wise and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sif.blogspot.com/feeds/75913808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/75913808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3454317/posts/default/75913808'/><author><name>Sif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814330638308927486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZvJWw2rttE/SfQ_iZUfLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MPnaEGL86-c/S220/kettlingask,_sif_og_kisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
